It took way longer than you'd expected when you accepted that mission, but hey, here you are, back at your mansion, quickly taking one last look as to all your operations' status; mainly the facility at Mount Glenn and how it weathered the aftereffects of thet little fight you had with those Grimm over there.
Still, though, it'd be nice not to have Sarah measure you out to determine the exact dimensions of what she calls the GabeChair 9000.
"But it's gonna be so comfy! And I'm even adding padding inside so you aren't too scratched up when you wake up. Believe me, your body is in good hands!"
"That's not what this is about and you know it, Sarah," you admonish her. "Why can't you just leave my body in your room like a normal person while I'm not using it?"
The 'fight' rages on...
The young woman known as Indigo strode through the seemingly endless halls making up her newest prison, counting down the hallways to her right.
She'd had to find one of the clearly inhuman 'maids' as soon as she'd arrived near some kind of underground complex, an enormous cave filled with buildings towering over one another, and been brought near the destination burning in her mind, some form of compulsion driving her on. Once there, her body had automatically moved without her conscious input, taking a pair of tags out of a drawer in what looked like a mediaval armory.
The people sitting down on a pair of chairs outside had told her to wait a moment once she was done, explaining what was going on and why she could see the scene shortly after her inhumane death displayed on several screens sitting inside the walls nearby; apparently, they were all dead, and this was her afterlife.
Indigo had never been religious in either life, but for some reason, she believed them.
Everyone that cared to know was already aware of her status as a reincarnated individual, as well as the fact she wasn't the first such person to be eaten by this 'Gabriel', thanks to his announcement of the fact shortly after her passing. Asking for where she could find out more about the... peculiar... circumstances she and all these people (so many people...) had found themselves, she'd been told to go visit the library, and to ask the Maid for directions if she couldn't find it, considering it was a day's walk to get there from the armory.
This place? It was enormous. Suffice to say suddenly being teleported again by the unsettling 'woman' wasn't even on her list of five weirdest things to happen on the day she died.
As it turned out, the 'library' was, in truth, magical.
Indigo would have liked to chuckle at such a statement, called all libraries magical as places of learning and knowledge tended to be, but she could not in good conscience make that statement without qualifying this one in what amounted to magical hell as 'more magical'.
There were holographic screens, not unlike what she had sometimes seen on the world of Remnant she'd been reborn into, with a digital database of all information gathered inside this place, but even without it, simple analog books fulfilled much the same function when she could simply request any kind of information and a bookshelf would shift towards her from the surroundings, filled with every band that had what she asked for inside it.
In fact, having asked for a description of how the library functioned, she knew the books were spontaneously generated out of available information. And what information it had available! Every moment in every life of every soul that had even been inside this world, their thoughts and emotions, triumphs and failures, all easily, readily available for anyone of a mind to find out about them.
Indigo had looked into any souls that had escaped, of course, to see if she could somehow come back to life, even requested an exact list of any and all victims of their killer and their current states, but... well, unless the successful escapees were simply censored away (which, granted, remained possible), she didn't exactly look forward to being fused to another person, strapped into a sacrificial pod or used to create a horrifying servitor or otherwise chained to be someone's lapdog.
She had, even, asking very quietly just in case, gotten a single bookband upon asking about the history of none other than Gabriel Livsey, the self-ascribed vampire responsible for the deaths of everybody present in this place, with a certain amount of traffic coming to and from the library itself while Indigo was busy. She was going to have nightmares about what she'd read for years to come, if, indeed, she ever found a way to sleep.
Still, after a length of time researching (like any true researcher would, in a place like this) and marvelling at some of the technological advances their captor had made based on knowledge and designs stolen from and based on other dimensions he had intruded upon, she had finally found what she'd come to look for in the first place, after a few comments from others.
And so she took the twenty-eighth passage to her right, soon coming into a kind of... restaurant, for lack of a better description.
"Uyehara-san, such a pleasant surprise to see you. It has been since the Level 5 Shift project, if I am not mistaken. Don't you remember me? It is I, Nakasone Hisao."
The look on his face was hilarious. She was not above admitting it.
Amber was in pain. Great, perhaps literally soul-rending pain, the kind that drowned out all thought and emotion other than itself. She knew nothing but this pain, forgetting even her own name for the longest time.
When the reprieve came, as sudden as it was welcome, she had been left... confused. Scrambled. Unable to react as the pain still came and went in waves of agony, but now able to remain cognizant through it, even with the urge to just end it, somehow, everpresent in her.
She was not ashamed to admit that.
Not that she could; she hadn't been aware of it, but she was... asleep, unmoving, in the prison her own body had turned into. Sometimes, when the pain was receding just the slightest bit, she could recall the memory of the time her reprieve had just begun, of voices and taste.
Her mouth was so dry... Amber would have wept tears of joy on tasting earth and dirt at this point, not to mention the rich deepness of the iron-y fluid she had gotten back then.
Just as she was busy wallowing in want of any sensation other than the pain, however, she suddenly... heard... a voice. Oh hey, you must be Amber, right?
If she had been physically capable, she would have screamed, hollered, raised her fist into the air in triumph. I am. Who are you? Finally, she would be able to talk!
My name is Gabriel, though I'll forgive you for not recognizing it, came back to her. So you're some manner of conscious, after all.
Please, it... it hurts so much. Nothing I am doing can make the pain go away.
I know, the male voice soothingly told her. You are getting better, I promise, but it's going to keep hurting until you are healed. On the bright side, I have nothing to do in particular for a few days, so... would you like to just talk a bit? To distract you?
Please.
And in a certain vault under a certain school, a certain comatose girl was actually crying tears- of relief.
"Yes, please, Mistress, let me lick your glorious toes!"
Velvet had facepalmed at their leader's antics, and actually stayed like that for the better part of half an hour now. Better than having to see Coco like... this.
"So, this is... new," Fox finally said, watching on as Coco debased herself before the semblance construct, slavishly slobbering over her naked, blue feet.
"She's been like this ever since we got back," the bunny faunus sighed, resisting the urge to go and knock her out. "She isn't usually like this, so please don't take it too badly?" She asked the, for all intents and purposes, new team member.
"Oh, don't worry, I don't mind," the blue projection smiled at her, casually sticking a toe in Coco's mouth. "She's kind of cute, actually. But I wouldn't want her to bother everyone else, soo..."
Smiling beautifically, the dust producer bent down, gently gripping Coco by her shoulder. "Such a cute servant you are~! But we wouldn't want to bother your teammates, right? So why don't we keep displays like this for behind closed doors, hm?"
Gasping, Coco righted her sunglasses, now jumping onto her feet. "Oh shi- Right, the others!" Turning around and seeing the entire team in varying states of sheer disbelief and 'nope-ness', Coco blushed.
"Oh, uh, hey guys! How's the weather?"
"It's her Coco thing, isn't it?" Yatsuhashi asked, the quiet guy shrugging.
"Yep, it's Coco." "Coco..."
"What? I've just been, giving her aura! To produce dust, just like Gabriel told us!" Coco defended herself, looking anywhere but right at them.
Velvet wouldn't have any of it. "Coco, you can do that through any touch. Me cuddling Sir Cuddlesworth is just because he's so cute."
"Mhm," Yatsuhashi agreed, stroking Sir Cuddlesworth's back as he sat on his lap. Velvet was not at all jealous, of course.
"Call me Kristallia, by the way," the newly named Kristallia interjected, casually sitting down on Coco's bed. "Glad my new owner snapped out of it, by the way. Here!"
Throwing a big, red crystal at Coco, their team leader snatched it out of the air. "This is-!"
"Dust," the blue projection just said, looking through the clothes lying in Coco's part of the room to cover herself with. "Pretty high grade, too. Figure I may as well pull my weight when you give me so much of your aura~!"
"I- That had nothing to do with any of that. Please don't insinuate I'd worship a beautiful woman's feet just for dust, okay?"
"Ara ara, so I'm beautiful, now? Should I seek refuge from your lustful paws with your valiant teammates, lest I be ravished if I stay in your bed?"
Velvet sighed. So she had to ride herd on these two lovebirds, now?
She kind of missed the time when Coco was watching out for all of them instead of the other way around.
Okita waited for the bullhead to land.
And waited.
And waited.
Then it landed, and she got out.
Avoiding the people walking around, she looked, but couldn't find a map anywhere. So Okita just waited until something happened.
Eventually, once she'd waited long enough, someone she recognized came through, the blonde woman she saw at Gabriel's pool.
"Excuse me?" She asked, encouraged by the known face. If Gabriel let her touch his dick, she couldn't be a bad person, right?
"Oh my, you are... how can I help you?" The strict-looking woman asked.
Okita nodded. "I am looking for Weiss," she explained as she looked around. "Where?"
Sighing, the woman gave her a patient smile. Okita liked those. "Just that way, the dorms are easy to get to. Once inside, all you have to do is keep to the left and- Just wait here, I will have her called here."
"Okay." That made things so much easier! Okita wished people would be like that more often.
Waiting a bit longer, eventually her Friend approached. "Hello Okita."
"Mhm." Booping her friend on the nose, Okita completed the customary friendliness greeting. "Hello."
"What brings you here? I had thought that-" Interrupting Weiss before she could talk too much, Okita pushed her bag into her hand.
"You forgot something."
Taking it, Weiss blinked a few times before blushing. "Oh. I-I see. Would you like to come visit our dorm, Okita? I can put these away and introduce you to Blake, if she's okay with that."
"Mhm." Okita didn't feel like meeting any more people today, but she would do it for her Friend's sake. Also, it was evening already all of a sudden anyways, and she didn't have any plans. "Lead."
Weiss leading the way, Okita marched onwards.
Weiss Schnee did her best to pretend the song sheets Okita brought to Beacon were anything but corny love songs she wrote about herself and Gabriel.
The others could never know.
"Hey everyone," Blake whispered, having absolutely no idea what she was doing, "I was told people would like one of these... ASMRs? Just a bunch of low, soft sounds for people to listen to."
Apparently, as a... as a part of OnlyFauns, she was expected to regularly do small things like this, if she wanted to get deeper into it, and lots of her... fans, had requested this on her OnlyFauns page.
"People liked my purring," and she was so embarrassed about actually purring, "in my last video," which she was also embarrassed about, "and so-"
Just then, the vibrator set affixed to the chair she was sitting on activated, both her front and back being stimulated like crazy and- "Prrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
Oh Brothers, she was actually purring into the microphone. Blake was never, ever going to enter the OnlyFauns building again.
Just because she was a faunus didn't mean she was a cat! Her love of fish and the purring were just... something else!
"Prrrrrrrrr!"
"Sisters! Friends! Yangs!" Ruby exclaimed, puffing herself up as she overlooked her teammates.
"Hey!" Yang protested, being swiftly ignored in response.
"I have brought you all together on this prestigious day-"
"It's Wednesday, Ruby," Blake interrupted.
"-to lay judgement upon one of our own! As it has come to my attention, my dearest biological sister Yang has, to this day, not initiated intimate relations with Gabriel, missing out on the pleasure and joy that binds us together as a team!"
"Ruby, I've told you before, you really shouldn't conflate your position as team leader with your weird fetishes," Yang dryly commented.
"And perhaps you shouldn't let your prudishness interfere with your lifestyle," Ruby sniffed, turning around to turn on the holoscreen and show the team several scenes from that movie Gabriel and Blake had shot. "Look at this, does this seem like something you'd want to miss out on?"
Blake hid her head under her bedsheet from where she laid. "Ruby, please, I asked you not to play that."
"Come on, Blake, it's nothing to be shamed about! We all want to support you in being the best porn star you can be!"
To the side of all this, Weiss just fondly shook her head, turning a page of the book she was reading for class. It was just a very normal evening for team RWBY.
Betty fingered Big Betty, wondering how exactly she ended up where she did. In theory, she should'a been in Vale by now, tracking down her wayward boytoy, but instead things had gone a bit... awry.
First she'd gone towards the west, like that one bozo had pointed out. Then she had to take a detour, because a mountain was in the way, and so she led her buddy flock around those mountains.
They even found the road again, and followed the midday sun towards the west! 'Cept then they got into a fight with a buncha Grimm that looked at Major Woolsworth II. wrong, and had ta chase them all down through the woods. Again.
Then a landslide made the road unpassable, and she had ta turn against the morning sun, completely messin' up her sense of direction in the end. Luckily, they actually managed to find their way back ta a town once Mister Sheeplemush found a path they could take.
That time around, Betty had been so annoyed at the sheer number of delays she'd just sat down and drank a buncha juice while her buddies did some target practice with a few nevermores that kept circlin' ovahead, the people in the small town they'd found making a racket about... something, she couldn't remembah quite right.
So in the end, they held a short little festival she'd come just in time for, then called in people and air traffic resumed, which was great because Betty and her buddies could finally take an airship to Vale. 'Cept, she'd been really hangover from the juice the day before, and her mumbled description had been mistaken as Vacuo instead of Vale.
Sooo they'd boarded the wrong airship. Which didn't really matter in the end, seein' as they'd been swept up in a storm and a buncha lancers came for 'em, their wiggly insect bodies terrible and long story short, they'd crashlanded in the opposite direction of their earlier course.
On Anima. Good way south o' Mistral.
"Ohkay, all of'n yeh suckahs bettah listen up, cuz' I ain't tellin' ya twice!" Betty shouted, forcin' a semblance a' order into the panicky mob a' morons in the middle of tha' wilderness. "We be crashlanded, nobodeh knows where we are an' the nearest civilization is a week's travel on foot," at least if she'd read the map right, "so if'n any of yeh feel like yeh wanna give up an' die, go fuck off in over there so yeh dun' drag everyone else into tha Grimms' stomach with yeh! Everyone else, on yer feet and gather anythin' useful from that crash, we be marchin' in half a' hour!"
Damn citymunchahs an' their stupid. Leastwhile they couldn't be that much harder to herd than her flock- who were right back at their usual shenanigans. "Princess Flufflebutt, off o' those plants an' with meh, yer're takin' first watch!"
Headmaster Ozpin took a sip from his cup- he was trying a new brand today, and it was just a bit too sweet, maybe he would need to try mixing it with his usual for a better blend of chocolate.
Only time would tell whether this path was the right one to take. But he had no choice, for if not him, then who? Truly, this was-
"Headmaster," Glynda politely interrupted him from his musings, "it is time."
"Right," Ozpin gave her a nod. "Bring me two bags of sugar, ten doses of both blends and-"
"I meant it is time for the conference, headmaster." Ah, right. That.
"Very well, if you are sure." It wouldn't do to keep everyone waiting, after all. Opening the app, Ozpin soon had his screen once again filled by the silhouettes of the other headmasters, all of them already present and waiting.
"Very good, we are all here. I have called you all in for a meeting, today, to discuss the events leading up to what has been called the 'Grimm Tide To Nowhere' by the public," Ozpin began, not giving any of the others a chance to comment on his technical tardiness.
"Yes, has Salem made a move?" James immediately asked, obviously assuming enemy action. "I knew we should not have placed any sensitive facilities so far outside any one capital city's borders."
"Yes, Ozpin, what can you tell us?" Leonardo added, holding himself still. "The people are worried all the way here in Mistral, any explanations we can give them would be highly appreciated."
Theodore kept his silence, waiting to hear what Ozpin had to say.
"Simply put, there was, indeed, a battle near the facility young Mister Livsey has been working on," Ozpin began explaining, "though I believe it was as much an actual fight as it was a weapons test. Take a look at this."
With that, he dragged a video file over into the conference app, playing it in short order and letting the other headmasters see the footage Mister Livsey had sent him on request.
Dozens, hundreds of robots, locked into a deadly dance with an endless horde of Grimm, blades and advanced laser weaponry meeting bone and claws and teeth and winning more often than not.
As they watched, a truly innumerable amount of Grimm were being dispatched, the robots displaying an acute sense of tactics and exploiting their surroundings, luring their foes into ambushes again and again even as the big ones walking on four legs decisively beat down any big Grimm or concentrations of smaller ones their immense firepower helped destroy.
"Now that's what I'm talking about," Theodore said, leaning towards his screen. "If I wasn't sure this wasn't all, I'd call them impressive."
James cleared his throat. "Is this footage accurate? If so, I cannot imagine why someone would give robots such advanced weaponry- the lasers are extremely effective against Grimm to an extent I haven't seen before- without also using the best dust available to keep them more durable, which hasn't happened here. It's a waste to see them torn apart quite this easily... unless it is a cost-saving measure? But why, unless the weapons were produced much cheaper than I would expect...?"
Knocking against his desk, Ozpin brought his friend back on track. "This is, indeed, what I was sent by way of explanation as to what happened at Mount Glenn. What Mister Livsey did not explain, however, were the corpses of several goliaths dissolving by the time scouting parties made it to the area, something I heavily suspect him to have taken a personal hand in considering the traces of chains being dragged along the massive amount of ice covering the area, much like the bodies of the White Fang members brought in after the attack on his mansion..."
"Are you sure?!" Leonardo exclaimed, sounding alarmed. "Ozpin, the fewest of huntsmen could confront a single goliath, not to mention several!"
"I am, along with news he brought me of further sabotage inside the walls of Vale itself. If you would like to, I have the incident reports right here..."
"... and as you can see, I am... concerned... about the possibility of magic being involved."
Displayed on Ozpin's screen were a young wolf running through the academy's gardens, a white owl hooting as it chased after it.
"Are... are you sure?" Leonardo asked.
Ozpin finally had what he wanted; reasonable suspicion. Under the desk, he began to type blindly; a skill well-honed over several lifetimes beginning in writing blindly. He had sure felt quite stupid once everything switched to scrolls, but relearning it had been fully worth it.
"As I said, it is a possibility to keep in mind," Ozpin nodded. "Which is why I want you all to..."
Pressing 'Send', the message made its way to Qrow. 'Cowardly Lion Sus. Confirm.'
Qrow was off to investigate Amber's attackers, but they knew they were in Vale, or were at least reasonably sure of as much. But after Mister Livsey's little 'story', well... Ozpin had been comparing notes, trying to find the connections and discrepancies. Not all had matched up so far, but...
Leonardo had never seemed like a cowardly sort to him, and yet the lion's seeming lack of courage had been an important part of the perhaps not quite made-up story. And with Qrow already out there, with a reasonable explanation as to what else he might be doing, the opportunity just screamed to be taken.
Ozpin did his best to repress his frown. Best not to think about the good times with Salem. They just depressed him more when he thought about what had become of them.
And then I just went, 'Are you sure about that?' and punched him in the face! I spent the next week in detention after school, but it was totally worth it, you finish up an old story, from back in elementary school.
And that really worked? They left you alone after that?
Of course not, but that didn't stop me from just tattling them out to their parents next time they tried anything. Repeatedly, and pretending to be a bunch of other students. They never found my tracks and I was on record as reacting 'violently', so they never suspected me, you laugh through your telepathic connection with Amber, her own startled giggles coming back through. Suffice to say, that's the story of how I learned to 'talk' my problems out instead of fighting.
You're pretty sure Amber is more just trying to distract herself than genuinely finding you funny, but still, as long as it works, you'll see her laughter as a good thing. And what happened to them then?
I wouldn't know, I didn't exactly keep in touch, you 'shrug'. Either way, though, give me just a moment. Gotta check something.
It is actually quite surprising just how quickly the days passed while you were busy on so many fronts; chatting with Amber almost constantly, chatting with Sarah every thirty minutes to check in on her and get a few snapshots of what she was doing, exchanging a few words with Okita, Nora, Ruby and Weiss every now and then all the while you also simultaneously oversaw your undead butchering as many Grimm as they reasonably could, deliberately making their way into difficult terrain wherever it popped up.
You've actually gotten a feel for how to direct them on a more permanent basis, you feel.
Anyways, a quick check-in with Sarah later, you find it's actually about time for you to get up again, so... Hey, Amber, sorry, but it's the weekend now. I usually get even more busy around then, so can you hold down the fort while I take care of my business for two days? Promise I'll talk to you regularly even while I'm gone.
... Amber is still for a long moment. I'll... I'll try, she eventually resolutely tells you. The pain isn't as bad anymore, it is just still... very bad. Pinky Promise?
Pinky Promise, you agree, despite neither of you being able to move a pinky right now.
Some people really just make it too easy.
Blood on your lips and in your mouth, you awaken, drinking a few gulps before pushing the bottle at your face to the side and giving Sarah a deep kiss with as much tongue as both of you can shove into each other.
"Good morning," she says, happily breathless at your greeting as she sits on your lap.
"Ah, I'm awake," you agree, nuzzling your nose against hers.
Time to get this party going.
The idea behind Mario Kart is easy enough, but that doesn't make programming a game like that easy nor straightforward by any means. Then again, it's not like you were ever going to personally do that when you can just as well delegate it to the souls inside you.
Perfect memory and awareness of what's going on inside yourself means porting things outside your inner world is easy.
Still, you do nothing beyond giving through a few instructions on how you want the end result to look like, generally speaking, as you know a certain group of teenagers to already be on their way.
And speak of the devil, or rather, the Ruby, given a certain little red midget is darting stright through the front door and at you. "GabrielImissedyousomuchWeissiscutewhenshe'sabirdbutalsoevilalsoclassesweretotallyfineexceptYangisstillahereticandBlakeiscutewefoundoutshehascatears!"
Gasping for air after her rant, Ruby just hugs you, your hand on her head and gently patting it. "I missed you too, Ruby."
"Mhm." Just then, the others come in, Yang just mildly facepalming at her sister's antics.
Yang, surprisingly enough, had been the one to ask you for a bit of 'alone time', which you naturally went along with, disregarding the shine in Ruby's eyes when she'd gotten wind of it- you'd made sure the rest of the Beacon kids were in the room you set aside for entertainment purposes before you'd motioned for Yang to come follow you.
Leading you to here and now, leaning back in one of the many rooms of your mansion, leaning back on a couch someone (Sarah, your slime maids, whoever) put inside as Yang paces around.
"It's just... urrgh!" She groans in frustration, a hand sliding through her hair. "My entire family is completely crazy, and I have no idea what to do about it!"
"In my experience, crazy doesn't need any doing about, it just needs working with," you shrug sardonically. "That said, maybe describe what the problem really is before I judge?"
Sighing, Yang nods. "It's just... Ruby keeps on calling me a heretic because I haven't had sex with you, and that's just weird! I don't judge her over jumping your pants, why would she judge me over not doing it? Like, hey, her relationships are her thing, but I feel she's seriously pushing me into things I'm not ready for!"
"That does sound a lot like a joke that went too far, honestly," you say, imagining Ruby seriously doing anything she'd consider 'bad' to her sister and coming up short. "Have you tried just taking her to the side for a bit to have a serious talk like this? I feel she'd actually take your words into serious consideration rather than thinking of them as an extension of her running joke that way. Also, for the record, I only fucked Pyrrha out of team NRVA and nobody's weird about that, either."
"I know, and I told her the same thing, once. She called Pyrrha a 'missionary'," Yang grouses.
"Yeah, definitely a joke," you smile.
"It's... not just that, though." Yang is frowning now, actually thinking deeply about something. "I don't know exactly what she wrote Zwei, but he had a talk with dad, and then dad called me to tell me he had my back all the way, but that I still should try to 'work with my team, not against it'. It's just... complete insanity."
Okay, one moment. "Wait, Ruby wrote Zwei?"
"He has his own scroll and everything," Yang's muffled voice says. "His ZweiScroll. Ruby actually made it a bit bigger so he could use his paws with it."
That dog is really smarter than most people, isn't he? "And so I'm guessing Ruby passed a technically true message through Zwei and had tell your dad something she knew he'd interpret the way she wanted?"
Yang nods mutely, still hiding her face behind her hands, now leaning onto the backrest of the same couch you're sitting it.
So, that's... a thing?
"Yeah, honestly? Go get Ruby, tell her how much this bothers you. I'm sure she'll get it if you just tell her properly- she's your sister, she's supposed to, dammit," you lay out your reasoning, gesturing vaguely towards where the other kids are.
"... You're sure?" Yang asks, surly and surprisingly withdrawn.
In response, you get up, turning to face her as you pat a shoulder. "Definitely. And hey, if it doesn't work? We can always make out in a corner somewhere and call it a day, bet she'd be perfectly happy with that, too."
Yang chuckles a little, shaking her head. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"
"Weiss calls me that sometimes, and I staunchly protest this besmirching of my good name and character," you say, overly posh and all.
"Sure it is," Yang says, smirking and moving away, only to hold out a fist. "Thanks, anyways."
Bumping her fist with your own, you smile back at her. "No problem, that's what friends are for."
"Sooo... What're those two doing in that backroom?" Jaune asks, his scroll clamped inside his hands as he tries his best not to be completely smashed in the little fighting game you're playing.
And failing. "Oh, just some sisterly business. Talking about their feelings. Dancing the family hokey-pokey," you say, using the lapse in his concentration to land a devastating combo going on for a solid five seconds before his health runs out.
'Total Annihilation!' the game announces, the blonde boy sighing and getting up. "Next challenger, please!"
Nora grins when she takes a seat. "I am going to CRUSH you!"
"I mean, you can try." Enhanced reflexes working outside of battle are a bitch.
You continue to determinedly trounce Nora on the console (really just a holoscreen and your scrolls as controllers) you're occupying for a bit, solidly defending your title as the champion of fighting games everywhere.
Which is a complete lie, of course, seeing as you never really played video games growing up, but hey, that just means you have some catching up to do, right?
So you proceed to work your way through the small selection of games you have on hand, playing against everyone present for a while until you notice the time.
"Oh, hey, I should probably go look into the food," you say, getting up and shutting down your scroll. "The maids do good work, but I like to do this personally."
Okita perks up, even as Yang, who has returned with a chastised Ruby in tow by now, raises an eyebrow, grinning at you. "Here your semblance is literally having someone do everything so you can sit back and play and you're still getting in the way."
"Hey, not everyone can be this perfect at what they're doing," you shrug. "Any requests for lunch?"
"Oooh! Pancakes!" Predictably, Nora is completely up for her favorite food, jumping up to follow you as you go. "Can we have pancakes? I would looove some pancakes!"
Coming out the door and making your way towards the nearest kitchen where you know your maid minions to be hard at work, you just chuckle. "Of course we can have pancakes, Nora. Question is, what else are we going to have? Options are varied, we have pretty much everything stocked."
The two of you chat for a little bit, mostly about the many things Nora would like to try eating and you having the slime maids check though, but eventually, you still do arrive at the kitchen... except someone stopped.
"What's wrong, Nora?" You ask, turning around to face her.
"I just wanted to ask something," she says, a little more serious for once. "You did something to Pyrrha, Ruby and Weiss, didn't you? They're a lot better than they should be."
Well, you never said she wasn't perceptive about stuff. "Funny you immediately jumped to me as the cause, but yes, I did. All it takes is a while of drinking my blood and me concentrating, and I can make others stronger, faster, smarter, even, and give them a couple powers. You want some? I was going to offer you and Ren this weekend anyways, really, I was just surprisingly busy last week after clearing it up with the headmaster."
"Mhm... Okay!" Nora says, back to her usual self. "I'm happy about anything that makes me stronger. And I'm sure Ren would be happy about it, too! So, how do we-"
You cut her off by entering a random room nearby, pulling her inside by her arm. "As I said, it's pretty simple. It mostly just takes a while. All you need to do is drink of of my blood and wait, I'll take care of the rest."
"Sure thing, daddy~!" she giggles, plopping herself down on the nearest couch. If you had to judge, this looks like a sitting or reading room of some kind, with a nice set of couches and armchairs making up a good part of it.
Sitting down next to her, you just do your customary cut, consciously lowering your aura to do so, before letting it flow towards her, Nora looking on with a mix of curiosity and being just a little creeped out. Still, she opens her mouth easily enough, and soon you're sitting there working away at thralling her.
"Mgit doesn't really taste as bad as I would've thought," she says after her first few tries, blowing a raspberry into the incoming red fluid to watch it flow away from her before you re-establish control of it. "Kinda funny, too."
"Glad to see you're having fun, at least," you chuckle, not particularly bothered, either. Not like you mind if she plays around a little. "So, anything on your mind? We have some time, anyways, may as well talk a little."
"Nope, nothing I can think of!" Nora exclaims, only to go more ponderous after a moment. "Actually, can I sit on your lap? I always wanted to try that, but I never really had any parents that would do thatasidefrommymotherand shewasn'treallythetypetohugoranything so-"
"I don't mind, Nora, hop on." Patting your lap, you soon have a surprisingly heavy teenager sitting on it, wiggling around a little and getting comfortable.
"You know, I never really got to do much of this body contact stuff," she says, leaning back against you. "Ren and me were orphans pretty early and, well, you know how Ren is, he's not much of a cuddler. I'm just trying to say I'm glad we found you and Big Nora, not that I wouldn't be happy to know you without that, and-"
"I'm happy to know you too, Nora, you don't need to be nervous about that," you try to calm her down as you wrap your arms aroung her stomach, one turned away so you can continue to float your blood upwards for her to 'eat' in little bites still. "Really, why would you be?"
Nora is quiet for a long moment. "Okay, hear me out," she finally brings out, "because I don't want to sound skeevy or anything, but you know how I call you daddy sometimes, yeah?"
"I do," you agree, Nora being hard not to hear even without your enhanced senses.
"So sometimes, when I do that, I imagine you as my actual daddy, or just my new daddy taking care of me, and when I do, I feel really happy. Like, really, reaaally happy," she continues. "The kind of... inappropriate happy? That I don't think I'm supposed to be?"
"Oh, you're horny." Really, she didn't have to make such a big circus about it, even as she blushes really hard. "In that case, do you dislike how it makes you feel, would you like to stop? Or...?"
Your non-bloody arm hovering over her thighs, Nora bites her lip a little. "I don't... dislike it? Don't just be like that, this is hard for me, okay?"
"Oh? Don't want daddy to make light of your feelings? Are you such a grown-up already?" You half joke, half murmur into her ear, stroking her extremely muscled thighs.
Seriously, you couldn't just bounce a quarter off of these, you could bounce people off of Nora's thighs. "You don't think they're too fat?" She asks, looking back at you worriedly. "I'm always thinking about how thick they are and-"
"Nope, just right," you stop her, really grabbing into and kneading her legs from the sides, an appreciative noise coming from her.
"Okay... Something else I wanted to ask you?"
"Sure thing, shoot," you nod behind her.
"Is it weird I really like the feeling of your lap under my butt?"
"... You know, I'm starting to think that might be a Mistralian thing, actually."
The revelations that Nora apparently shared the Pyrrha Gene, as Gabriel decided to call it for the time being, means you don't waste any time in letting yourself grow hard, your cock rubbing against her underside much to her happy approval while you continue to grope and molest the girl.
All the while continuing to feed her your blood, of course, never once letting up on the main reason for what you're doing.
Once the both of you really get going, it naturally doesn't take long for both of you to lose clothes, especially once Nora turns around and starts tearing at your shirt. That said, you leave your pants on, Nora just unzipping them instead of getting up, while she just gets rid of her underpants under the skirt she's wearing.
Clumsily rummaging inside your clothes, Nora takes just a moment to successfully find your cock, pulling it out and looking down at it for a bit.
"You know, this is my first time seeing one in person," she says as she fingers it, observing the way it stands upright. "It's kinda cute!"
You have to repress a chuckle as you push your hands under her skirt, rubbing her full asscheeks in response. "Remind me to never leave you alone in a room with Okita."
"Why- Oooohh!" Nora is interrupted when you very lightly stroke a finger along the edge of her asshole, her entire butt tensing up. "... Do it again?"
Now outright laughing, you continue to do as before, slowly transitioning towards fingering Nora's ass and pressing her body against yours, always directing globs of blood into her mouth. "Someone is a bad girl, hm? And do you know what daddy does to bad girls?"
Now with a finger pressing against her sphincter in the most intimiate way possible, Nora is a bit out of breath, but looks up at you all the same. "Mooo...?" She whines. "What do you do?"
"I punish their asses," you respond while lifting her up by her buttcheeks, positioning yourself right under her before lowering her again, your hard head poking against her anus and soaking it a bit in your precum.
"Last chance to back out, baby girl," you continue, smiling up at Nora who is back at biting her lips, her arms darting in to grab your shoulders.
Wiggling her waist, she shakes off your hands, lowering herself now and slowly taking you into herself. "Nuh-uh, you gotta, punish me now," she pants, clamping down around you.
You just lean up to kiss the line of her jaw. "Very good. I'm proud of you, Nora," you whisper. "Taking all your punishment like a good girl, after all."
"Ngh-hn!" She makes, slowly driving herself down your rod one little bit at a time, taking her 'medicine' all the while until finally, she has it all in, securely sitting on your lap again and allowing you to slyly tease her pussy up front.
"What's this now, is my little Nora wetting herself? Does she need to be trained out of it?" You ask, grinding yourself against where your bodies meet, to her aroused whimpering.
"Enough playing around, FUCK ME!" She growls, physically pushing you back as she starts bouncing, a wild grin on her face. She really likes this, huh?
Meeting her almost rabid pushes with your own, you're soon properly fucking her, your hands around her waist just to give the whole thing some stability and enjoying Nora's muscled, yet soft body with every move.
When she comes, she isn't quiet about it, screaming aloud and massaging your cock with her internal walls, to the point you go ahead and will her up, an easy dozen spurts of cum gobbled up by Nora's ass. You idly wonder for a moment whether it will be just as insatiable as her mouth is for pancakes before you realize she's just slumping over on top of you, gasping for air.
Grinning, you splash a bit of blood on her face as you thrust your hips upwards, filling her ass again. "Who said you were done with your 'punishment'?"
Nora just grins back down. "YES!"
Note to self, the electric bracelet was a mistake. Every time Nora flagged, she just shocked herself and went right back to it. She actually kept going for a solid two hours before backing down because she went unconscious in pleasure.
Must find a way to fuck her lights out easier.
Bringing Nora back to the others and finding out Ren actually fled to your backyard earlier, you don't take long to find him, thanks to your power to literally sniff him out even without the easily visible blood signature you can make out in short order.
It feels like a repeat of an earlier conversation you had with him, you just sitting down in the vicinity and mirroring his own state of serenity, but it takes a lot less time for him to subtly shift around to let you know he's paying attention to you this time.
Progress.
"Hey, Ren. I wanted to let you know about my little enhancement process and ask whether you'd like to get in on it. Just finished up with Nora," you explain why you're there,
"Ah, like Pyrrha? I'd sensed a difference. Sure." And just like that, you do your thing, Ren actually opens an eye in response to you cutting yourself, and before long you're using hemokinesis to get a thin, but steady stream of blood into his mouth, Ren slurping it up like from a straw.
Apart from that, both of you are very quiet, until your maid avatar tells you lunch is almost ready. Deciding Ren should be mostly done by now, you get up, only for him to actually address you first.
"Thanks, by the way. For everything."
"Don't mention it," you wave it off. "Come on, let's go get some food."
Silently, the two of you return to the mansion.
"... and like that, my Mistralian Legionnares march against Atlas! You have one turn before they arrive and utterly wreck your border installations." Pyrrha seems to have taken to your new additions to Warlords of Remnant well enough, aggressively using Mistral's rich natural resources to her advantage to wage a campaign of quick strikes against anything in reach.
"Not so fast!" Weiss interrupts. "Before your brutes can arrive, I play Ocean Grimm, rolling to see whether they ever make the passage to my harbors!"
"Kuh!"
So far, things have been pretty standard, with four kingdoms, the Grimm treated as background actors, the works. Now, though, you're about to step in, with an entirely revamped (heh) set of factions in play so everyone can participate.
Making sure to take a few good 'pictures' you passively send over for Amber, you sort through your cards, considering how you'd best take advantage of this. "In that case, I play 'Establish Black Market' in Mistral, generating additional Lien each turn while you don't have enough men to destroy it, and place a card face down."
Paying with your fictional game money, you put down both cards, one doing what you said, the other a 'Robbery Spree' that lets you make some quick money by stealing it from Weiss.
Playing the Criminal Underworld faction means you start out based in all four kingdoms, but you have to get all your resources by stealing or leeching off of them, and they can all try to undermine you in turn. Your goal is to become so rich you can use 'Takeover' cards to essentially dethrone the rulers of a kingdom, reducing the player in question to working for you while you get on with the game.
That's brutally hard to do and an endgame thing, though. For now, you'll just hope Pyrrha doesn't want to waste the resources it would take her to root you out.
...
"Yes! You have triggered my trap card, Burrowing Grimm!" Ruby proclaims, turning her card around and showing it off to Yang. "With it, I can do enormous damage to Vacuo's infrastructure, and reduce your income and manpower by half until you play a Repair card!"
Gritting her teeth, the blonde sister takes the status effect the trap card has turned into. "Alright, then I'll just have to get the money from somewhere. Sudden Offense! Hope you're prepared, Ren, I am razing Vale to the ground!"
"... Natural Defenses, Grimm Horde, Heroic Leader," Ren counters, much to Yang's dismay.
...
"Oh, that is it!" Weiss exclaims, slamming a card onto the table. "I play Technological Development to gain a bonus to all unit statistics until it is dispelled, then use Wartime Draft to gain ten Recruits to encircle Vale's defenders!"
"And with that, my Bandit Huntsmen can fall into your back! Surprise Raid!" Nora slams her fist onto the table, effectively destroying Weiss' offense.
"And with that, you all have fallen into my trap," Ruby smugly says, stopping Ren before he can do anything. "With enough fighting happening, and using up nearly all my Essence, I can play Grimm Tide, washing away the entirety of your fighting forces and-"
"And I counter it with Bodies Into The Grinder," you coldly. "I am not giving up my operations in Vale, thank you very much. Also, Blake actually bribed me to do this earlier, so now I have to help in case of a Grimm Invasion, which Tides fall under."
Blake, playing the Cabal, sorts through her cards again, giving everyone a suspicious look.
You're having fun, just to make this clear.
"So wait, where is Jaune, actually?" You ask, the slime maids bringing in dinner. "I'd have thought he would have come along with the rest of his team."
"Remedial work," Pyrrha explains as she cuts into her steak. "We all pitched in to give him some proper instructions and I think he asked Professor Goodwitch for help in getting better, so I am sure he will grow into a proper huntsman in time."
Nora leans over towards you, stagewhispering. "She means 'stop sucking'."
"Look at you, proper team leader and all," you smile at Pyrrha. "Let's hope he shapes up, then."
"KYAAAAAAH-"
"Come, Mister Arc, you said you wanted to become a proper huntsman, did you not?"
"-AAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
"Go! Dodge! This is the basics of the basics!"
"AAAAA- Urgkh!" Coughing, Jaune did his best to slowly climb to his feet. "This is hell..."
"No, Mister Arc, hell is what awaits you outside the walls of any fortified settlement. Now get up and keep moving, or would you like to lay down until people die because you were too slow to react?"
Jaune Arc was beaten, battered and bruised, his aura having broken several times by this point.
Still, he stood, and got back to trying not to get smashed into a bloody pulp by several rocks coming at him from all directions.
Messing around with dead bodies, while somewhat unhygienic, still remains a suitably amusing way to spend the time, simply adding more and more undead to your already active ones.
Once you've blown all your aura on minions to do some work in terms of home renovation, of course- you need a proper gym for the kids, getting to see the girls in gym clothes is just a bonus.
Of course, while you're doing the simple manual work of fusing dead body parts and warping bone all over the place, nothing stops you from experimenting more with the creation of less corporeal undead... and as luck would have it, you've actually been preparing for an occasion just like this, fusing a couple souls with each other here and there with specific purposes in mind before you last went to sleep.
One is a combination of two female splicers from back in Rapture, the addition of several beefed up fragments you associate with cognitive issues- lust, despair, outright insanity- resulting in a womanly spectre whose voice, you believe, carries some form of memetic hazard, and whose skin can be shed on demand to create simple tools with, chief amongst them knives the like of which both women used to use in life to fight other splicers in the amusing mess that was Rapture before your arrival, or rope. Never underestimate the usefulness of some rope.
She can also be immaterial or material as she wants, which opens up quite a few practical applications, in your experience. You shall just call her Banshee for now, cliche as it may be.
The other two are more splicers you, or rather your library, mainly noted for their skill with guns, who got a dose of more insanity, the concept of dying to burn wounds and sheer pissed off-ness, for a literal burn victim that can actually immolate stuff it shoots at, and a pair of the ABB's thugs whose main purpose was to rape young women and girls that you actually experimented a little more with.
Perfect memory is great for identifying which soul fragments you took from where, and when the ones that you recall coming from their 'workplaces' resonate with you when you get everything ready, you know you're doing something right. In short order, the combined soul is torn apart just a bit, an amalgamation of a single human torso with two heads, four arms and four legs writhes and squirms before you, rusty barbed wire and lots of nails driven around and through its raw flesh.
Probably... useful?
Either way, you tell them what direction to go into, the seclusion of Mount Glenn meaning they don't even have to hide that hard to go unnoticed, and to work with your other undead in decimating as many of the Grimm around as possible as they close up the already existing groups out there.
That you're actually trying to consolidate a little, as well as having any of your angry ghosts that show promise in that direction help in direction and commanding them, the skeletons especially.
You're also actually making a few minor changes to those, actually, a bit more flexible joints in the armor, different claws, that kind of thing. Time will tell what works better like this and what not.
For now, though, you're teleporting back to the mansion. Okita has been human for too long already; the sheer discrepancy in her not being a vampire is threatening to unbalance the universe at this rate, and really, nobody wants that.
The little gathering down in the basement (you don't really wanna lug around your captives with the kids in the house) is, perhaps, a tad bit less ceremonial than you would like, just you, Sarah, Nora and Okita standing near the cells the well-tied captives Sarah accumulated for this lined up outside them and looking up at you with a mix of fearful, angry, defiant and similar eyes.
Not that they particularly matter. "So, you ready for this, Okita?" You already explained everything about this to her, so it's not like you need to chew through the whole procedure with the sacrifices in the room. "Last chance to back out, if you want."
"Mhm." Okita just walks up to you and pushes her head under your chin, which you will just go ahead and consider as her consent to proceed. Stroking the side of her head with one hand, you cut open your entire lower arm with one clawed thumb, a swathe of blood rushing out and being fed to the girl you are about to bite.
Piercing the delicate skin of her neck, you drain all her blood and more, replacing it with your own deep red fluids and holding the slumped-over corpse of Okita in your arms for a moment... Until her eyes flutter open again, not really looking any different from beforehand.
"Mhm... Hungry. Thirsty."
"Succinctly put as always," you grin at her, gesturing to the side where the food is waiting. "Go on ahead, dig in."
Giving you a nod, Okita turns around... and falls over the first victim she can see, her sharp rows of teeth effortlessly shredding through clothes as easily as through bone, a literal storm of blood spurts unleashed within moments as she works her way through every meal present.
"They grow up so fast," you faux-tearfully remark to the others as the three of you watch.
Okita, surprisingly enough, didn't quite drink each and every drop of blood available; instead of using her hemokinesis to carefully collect all of it, she left a mess while feeding.
Honestly, perfectly within expectations, on second thought. It's Okita.
Still, she's well-fed and cuddled easily enough, everyone congratulating her on being better than human in all respects now and a short party had in the aftermath of her turning (you baked a cake). She does seem happy about it, the small smile on her face never once disappearing even as she fled back to her room.
Oh, and she booped your nose to say goodbye when she did. It's pretty cute.
Anyways, next off, time for your part-time job as a huntsman- you don't want Sarah to come up with another ridiculous theory as to your mental wellbeing like that whole training fiasco, and so you need to officially get out of the house instead of being a permanent shut-in. Easy enough, just gotta pick a mission off the mission board, you know the way to the nearest public one.
One good thing about Vale is the easy availability of news of all kinds, from foreign to domestic. Of course, the validity of those news is another matter, given it took you just about zero effort to falsify the story about that whole 'dust explosion' thing, but still, lots of interesting things to be found for someone with your extensive means and complete lack of moral compunctions.
Of course, little of that mattered when you heard the voice of none other than, apparently, James Ironwood, giving a public statement about a very personal matter, transmitted to Vale all the way from Atlas more as a novel joke than anything else.
"Yes, IronCock," he says, deliberately emphasizing the spelling, "is an amusing little game, and yes, I have personally taken it upon me to dominate the public leaderboard in my off hours. It is still not actually endorsed by the Atlas Military, and if it was, it would have a playtime longer than thirty minutes. Good day."
... Well, so much for your plans tonight. Turning right around, you march back into the mansion, literally flying up the stairs into your room to find Sarah (levitating yourself is and remains great).
"Sarah! Dear sister mine, do you have a few minutes for your doting brother?" Your sister, of course, knows that tone of voice well enough.
"Gabe, no! No time, and it wouldn't be a 'few minutes'! What is this about?"
"We need to make an update to IronCock! With new backgrounds, an actual story, characters, the works! Use what we threw together last time and build up on it!" You explain the details of your plan. "General Ironwood seems to think it is too short as is, and I refuse to leave it in its current state any longer than I have to!"
Sarah sighs. "Gabe, it was a practical joke when we did it, and it's a practical joke now. Do we really have to?"
"Absolutely," you nod. "Now get off my bed and on my lap, we have work to do!"
Well, the obvious conclusions to be drawn are... fairly obvious, honestly. The people want more game, so you give them more game.
At the same time, just mindlessly repeating the same basic structure is... probably not a good idea? Getting some variety into the game design is probably a good idea, at least. To that end, you started out by designing a few new 'levels', several locations throughout the four kingdoms and associated backgrounds; really getting that part done as you talk through your ideas for the base story with Sarah.
Not the souls you have working on this in the background; their inherent unimportance would irrevocably sully the end product.
So, there you have your hero. The strapping IronCock, a young Atlesian officer that sets out into the world with one particular goal: Finding the source of all Grimm, and sticking his IronCock in it, as you call the variable waist-mounted weapons platform he built himself.
At his side is the charming little cast of NPCs you are building up, explaining things to and helping him during his adventure over three continents, touring all four kingdoms and uncovering dark conspiracies, making new friends and enemies and gathering all the loot along the way.
Enemies include Grimm, but also thugs and bandits and even a few soldiers, depending on the path some minor storylines take, with dialogue and many, many little one-liners voiced by you using your powers to just about perfectly imitate none other than the voice of James Ironwood as you heard it during the public announcement, giving the main character some actual personality and everything.
That, plus all the innuendo you can pack into it. 'This place needs a good Iron Cocking' indeed.
And naturally, while you went about constructing a persona for the main character, more literal character growth had to follow, hence an in-depth set of skill trees with more health and armor, more attack power and functions for the IronCock, aerial maneuvers and even a super mode unlocked via story events had to follow.
You're actually drawing on your souls' experiences for ideas and inspirations for this, despite your best judgement otherwise.
And to top it all off, you naturally had to adjust things so the first 'version' of the game is a demo of sorts, with this being the 'full version' and containing the levels contained in it here and there, not that you complain about cutting the work you have to do short by even just a bit.
Because holy fuck, giving yourself and your 'team' six hours to produce a complete game has you working at full concentration nonstop, researching Grimm from around the world and figuring out how to set them up in-game, from stats to hitboxes and of course designs, behaviour and all the rest.
Actually getting a functional game together was hard the first time, but hey, at least you've got the basic gameplay down from the 'demo' already, so another thing you can knock out.
So now IronCock can explore arctic caves deep in the tundra of Solitas and fight his way through abandoned dust mines, muscle through Vacuo's seedy underbelly in search of various gang bosses, meander through the Grimm-infested, but beautiful wilderness of Mistral and, of course, make his way through Vale, and discover an ancient conspiracy around Mount Glenn's secret caverns.
The title of the new 'update'?
And naturally, you left a developer's message first and foremost. 'We were actually going to do something productive, but apparently, 30 minutes was not enough. So here you go with the full game release!'
Because you'll be damned before you let Ironwood shittalk your game.
"You know," Sarah says as you check everything over one last time for the time being, going through your playcheck level, "we could probably make a laod of cash off of-"
"No." Your refusal is stark in that you hardly ever refuse anything Sarah wants, but you have to be hard in this. "No lootboxes, no DLCs, no 'special' pay to win stuff. We take a bit of cash to purchase the full game and that's it."
Sarah pouts, crossing her arms from where she sits naked on your lap, but you just kiss the top of her head and cuddle her a bit until she agrees to your point. "Okay, but in exchange, I want cosmetic items in an in-game shop. We spent so much effort on making this on a timetable of six hours, I want some extra remuneration."
"Mhmm, maybe. If you're a good girl," you tease, groping your sister's beautiful, full breasts, playing with her nipples a little.
"Bitch, I've been a good girl this entire time!" Turning around halfway to properly pout up at you, Sarah twists her body along a little, your cock hilted inside her still. "Didn't even bounce on your lap while you were working. I deserve, no I demand a reward! Else I'm going on strike!"
You can't help yourself; chuckling, you bend down to start kissing her face now. "And what kind of reward is my naughty sister thinking about, hm?"
"You damn well know what I want from you!"
"Alas, mine sorry fate it is, to be desired for naught but my body..."
Suffice to say, lots of fun ends up being had.
"Hey, sweetie. Just wanted to check in on you," the woman said, poking her head through Okita's door.
"Mhm," she explained from where she was lying on her bed, "m'fine."
"That's good to hear. Oh, and would you like to wear some clothes? You aren't usually this naked, is all."
"Mhm," Okita replied in the negative. "Just wanted to try this out."
"Alright," Nora smiled at her. She thought. "Just make sure to call if there is anything you need, okay? I'll be over in the kitchen trying out a few new recipes."
"Muh. Sweets?" Okita asked the operative question.
"No problem, I can bake a cake and send one of the fairies over for you in the meantime?"
Nodding, Okita went back to lying down and staring at the ceiling. Truly, life as a vampire was bliss; nobody said anything about it no matter how many sweets she ate.
And maybe people would even stop staring at her breasts if they stopped growing, so all the more reason for her to partake in the finer things in life.
"P... pyuuuhn?" Came the call of her candy dispenser. "Did you- bwack!"
Grabbing the white-haired little thingy out of the air, Okita began to push aura inside while holding it over her open mouth. "Aaaaah."
"PYUUUN! DON'T EAT ME! NOOO!"
They even made funny noises when she used them.
Holding your sister close where you have come to lie with her on your bed after... some time, both of you smiling happily and just indulging in close contact with one another, you idly ponder on the fact that the only reason the both of you aren't sweaty messes is the way vampires just don't sweat.
Which is neat, but also kind of a shame. Sweaty Sarah would be cute.
Nevertheless, this Sarah is plenty cute enough for you even without that, you suppose. Rubbing her slim back and admiring how nice and soft her skin feels, you can't help but smile at how she's doing the exact same thing to you, her arms wrapped around your chest.
"See something you like?" She asks, grinning up at you mischievously from where she lies on her side.
"Always," you wholeheartedly agree, returning a happy smile yourself. "Hard not to with you in my arms."
Chuckling and giggling, you and Sarah turn around in bed a few times, just happy at each other's presence and nuzzling each other frequently, before you come to lie on your bed, Sarah pressing her body against yours atop of you.
"You know," she whispers her confession, "sometimes I still think this might all just be a dream. That I'll open my eyes and everything is gone, and I'm still sitting there in Brockton Bay just going along with what that slimy fuck Coil wants because I don't really feel anything, deep down."
"And then?" You wonder aloud.
"Then I do, and I realize it's real. That you're back and still a giant goof and-" giggling, she hugs you tighter, "-and the best fucking lover anyone could ever wish for, way too good to be a dream of mine."
Looking at you where she's pushing her upper body up with her elbows at your sides just a little, you can tell her clear eyes would have tears in them if she wasn't a vampire. "I love you, Big Gabey. With everything I have."
Closing your eyes, you rise to meet her, pulling Sarah back down with you as you push a kiss onto her forehead. "Love you too," you murmur, holding her as tight as you can, until her aura would normally kick in to protect her from your force (it never does). "Love you lots."
You would tell her more about how you love her, about how you'd butcher entire worlds for her sake and die, over and over, with a smile if it was for her... but everything that's to be said on the topic is said, you feel, and so does your sister, judging by the warm fluid starting to gather around your stomach.
Shame, you'd have liked to expound on how wonderful and precious Sarah is, but alas, before you go back to fucking like rabbits (or rather, while you do so, you don't think Sarah is taking no for an answer), you do have one topic that's been on your mind for a while now.
"Say, Sarah, before I forget it," and you both smile at the insider joke as she slides up and down your length, "we really should get around to horribly murdering our parents at some point, just to get that done and finish with the whole topic of their existence."
Sarah blinks for a moment, snorting as she fingers your rod. "Oh, that. I didn't even care about them anymore at this point, but sure, let's do it. Still have to pay them back for Reggie."
"Yeah, that," you breathe out, slowly entering Sarah's tight pussy and enjoying the hot tightness of her walls. "Just figured ending that chapter of our lives as thoroughly as possible might be cathartic, is all."
"Yeah, let's do it. Mhm, do you want to eat them, or should I? It's always fun to torture people you hate inside your insides," your amazing sister says as she slowly begins to ride you, the break in your lengthy session of coupling over as far as she is concerned.
"Really? I just kind of ignore the people I ate until and unless I need them for something," you say, fondling Sarah's waist and letting your hands wander all over her body, from her plump butt to her round breasts, pale skin easily giving in under your fingers.
"That's just... very you, Gabe," she grins, her own hands now on your shoulders as she pumps up and down your cock in earnest, "so very you."
Neither of you get out of bed for quite a while. In fact, when Weiss comes to look for you after breakfast, you and Sarah fucking well into the morning hours, she goes so far as to complain about the smell of your room before the two of you drag her in.
Both Sarah and Weiss do have enough eventually (even if it's really more an inability to move in Weiss' case), so, seeing as you're still in a bit of a sappy mood, you next go pay a visit to Nora, who seems to be mussing about inside one of the mansion's kitchens at the moment- good enough for your purposes, really.
Coming right inside once you're at the right room, you're greeted with the sight of a couple of your slime maids helping her with cooking, taking care of the dishes by throwing them inside their gelatinous body and spitting them out again scrubbed clean, even as they arrange and cut ingredients, supervise the food and so on and so forth.
Specifically, it looks like Nora was busy making a bunch of sweet potatoes, turning a couple of them into fries, too, and frying the ones she didn't put into the oven as they were. "Hey, Gabriel, how're you doing?"
"Hey Nora, just fine," you say as you come up behind her, hugging her and threading both hands before her stomach protectively, putting a kiss into the crook of her neck. "How about you?"
"Mhm, I certainly can't complain," your lover replies, leaning back and rubbing her butt against you. "I've just been here trying out new recipes for a bit ever since you finally turned Okita. The girl wanted some sweets, so I gave her a fairy and baked her a cake, now she's getting some healthy sweets to make up for them."
"... You do remember we don't actually grow fat or even eat non-people for any reasons other than leisure anymore, yeah?" You ascertain.
Nora smiles. "Of course I do, it's the principle of the thing! How is she supposed to learn moderation when she can just shovel sweets into her mouth all day, though?"
"It's Okita," you snort. "If she can be taught anything, it's beyond my power to do so. But hey, I'm sure your little helpers can take over for a bit?"
The slime maids bow, so you just top them up on aura before taking Nora's hand, turning her around. "Come on, let's get some fresh blood into you. You're eating for two now, did you feel any difference?"
Smiling, Nora goes along with your antics, shaking her head at them all the while. "I haven't really noted any difference so far, no. Then again, it could just be I won't need any more blood than usual until later in the pregnancy." Leaning against you and making you stop, she gives you a kiss on the cheek. "You're just worrying too much, stud."
"Is there anything else you think you might need? We have to make sure you don't strain yourself, or-"
"Really, relax," she interrupts you. "Even when I was pregnant for... for the first time, as a human, I didn't have to do anything different for a good while, and I'd assume vampire pregnancies are a lot tougher in that regard, too. It won't be a topic until I start to show, hm?"
At your rebellious look, Nora chuckles. "Sometimes, it looks like you're always in control of the situation," she murmurs, "and then sometimes you behave just like... someone having their first child. It's cute, really."
You begin pouting, crossing your arms and looking away from her. What? Sarah had to learn it from someone.
"Oh, c'mere, maybe you can do something to make this easier for me, after all." Well, now you can't not go along with Nora, even as she drags you along into an empty room... and starts undressing. "We have to make sure our child knows we love her, don't you think?"
"How are you so sure it's a her?" You question, even as you instantly follow suit.
"Intuition," Nora replies with a sly smile. "Now come and- mrph."
Kissing your lover deeply, you help her tear her clothes off, still careful not to jostle her too much and revealing her in all her glory.
"You don't have to tell me twice," you growl into her mouth, stepping out of your pants as your erect dick bobs in the air and comes forwards to kiss her lower lips just as much as you are kissing her upper ones.
"Oh no," she whines needily, "a hot young college stud is cornering me after taking my clothes off, whatever shall I do~?"
Pushing yourself into her, your hands on Nora's butt to hold her steady, you smile while you heft her up, her legs snapping up to hold around you, "Why, I see only one way out for you; you'll just have to fuck me back harder until you can escape!"
"But what if I don't want to escape?" The woman in your arms asks, now huskily, her arms around your neck so she can look deep into your eyes.
Letting her drop to take your full length, filling up her pussy and grinding against her, you step against the nearest wall, letting her rest her back against it and keeping her in place. "Alas, my cunning plan has succeeded. You shall never escape my clutches now, my beautiful bride."
Both of you are still making silly little jokes as you begin to thrust into her, Nora's inner walls massaging your tool and downright milking at it, both of you entirely determined to fuck each other's brains out.
You succeed.
Delivering a tray full of freshly baked and/or fried sweet potatoes, you knock on Okita's door, coming inside to witness the amusing scene of her waving one of your sweets fairies in the air until she creates a bunch of cookies. "Pyun, stopyuuun!"
"No." Snatching the newly created sweets out of the air, with her free hand or her mouth, Okita looks over towards you, perking up as she sees your naked form. "More food?"
"Yup, Nora finished up some stuff, so I went ahead and brought these," you explain, coming up to her bed in the otherwise fairly bland room. "Any of this potato-related platter look good to you?"
"Mhm." Stretching out a hand, Okita grabs one of the fries, crunching down on it. "Sweet."
"Yup, they're sweet potatoes. You like 'em?" As you ask, you sit down on the bed next to Okita, putting the tray down and groping her naked tits. Because yeah, she's also naked.
Screw clothing, right?
"They're good," the girl lying on her back nods, grabbing for another. "New stuff."
It does take you a moment to decipher that one. "Do you mean new stuff you can do now?"
Okita nods, grabbing for a full fried potato, realizing how hot it still is and leaving it in favor of a couple fries. "New stuff."
"... Would you like to do something with your new powers?"
"Mhm." Chewing a little, Okita swallows before explaining. "Wanna try them."
"Alright, what powers did you get and what do we need to do?" You ask, only for Okita to push herself up to boop your nose.
"Alright, what powers did you get and what do we need to do?" She repeats in your exact voice, down to the inflection. At your look, she gives you a little smile. "Voicey-time."
Well, you can't exactly object to that, now can you?
Over the next half hour or so, you keep on using your own version of this power to talk to Okita in several voices, giving her a range of new ways she can express herself. And if the concept of Okita speaking in the voice of an eight-year-old is not amusing, nothing is, in your humble opinion.
Eventually, though, she does grow bored, and decides to try if changing the way she speaks makes you feel any different while she's suckling on your cock, twisting and turning in bed until she's hanging over your lap to do so. And yes, the vibrations of her humming and talking with her mouth full in-between licking and slurping on your rod do change something, and Okita expresses she likes the way you taste.
You aren't getting out of giving her her post-vamping treats anytime soon, it would seem...
"You really didn't have to come with us, you know, we could've come back to Beacon on our own, even if Weiss is really unresponsive, not that I mind I'm actually kinda happy but-"
Interrupting Ruby with a headpat, you smile down at the girl. "Don't worry about it, I actually have business with Headmaster Ozpin. Just taking the opportunity to come with you guys." Looking over the occupants of the bullhead ferrying you all over to Beacon, you shrug. "Really just some minor checkup, but it's still huntsman business and all, so I should probably get to it sooner or later."
By the time you've arrived and are unboarding, of course, you have entertained the gathered students with a few stories of the missions you've been on (ever so slightly doctored, of course), but once you bid them farewell under the watchful gaze of none other than Glynda Goodwitch, you naturally have to follow her as she turns around.
"So they are what is keeping you so busy during the weekends. A shame, really, here I have been wallowing in loneliness in my distant tower," she says, using her authentification to get the elevator moving downwards once you both step inside.
"Oh, I'd just assumed you would be busy with paperwork and riding herd on a bunch of superpowered kids," you shrug, giving her your best charming smile. "Though if you'd like me to come visit during the weekends instead, I certainly wouldn't mind."
"Hmph!" Unable to hide the slight angle of the corner of her mouth, Glynda turns back to the elevator doors, stepping outside and into the long corridor stretching beyond them.
You just silently follow after her. Message received, even if she doesn't want to say it.
Ozpin is keeping watch near Amber, who is still just as quiet and motionless as before. All the same, you know something he doesn't, and that makes all the difference. "Hello, Mister Livsey. I assume you have news, as you requested my presence?"
"I do indeed," you agree, even as you give him a look that lets him know you didn't forget just how long he ranted at you the last time you were in his tower. "It does, in fact, seem as though I am making progress in regards to Amber's... condition." Now, with all you have.
Just in that moment, Amber moves weakly, her eyes fluttering for just a moment. The change is not lost to Ozpin, nor to Glynda, both being drawn to it like a shipwreck survivor to floating debris.
"It would seem you correct, Mister Livsey," Ozpin agrees, taking a sip from his omnipresent mug of hot cocoa or whatever he has in there. "I would assume in turn you brought more news?"
Overlaying one of your newest souls and, more importantly, her power to diagnose diseases, posions and/or wounds down to the spiritual level, you give Ozpin a nod. "You would assume correctly, in fact."
"Simply put, at my current best estimate, Amber should recover to the point she can consciously react to her surroundings in three weeks and some change; her soul has been hit pretty hard, but it does seem to be recovering," you explain. "That said, if you could grant me access to Amber again, I could probably shorten that, though I would need to touch her directly."
You even went and didn't bring your weapons for this, though you're totally storing them inside your shadow.
"Hmm..." Ozpin makes, watching you with slitted eyes. "Very well, go ahead. Just do be aware we will be watching you."
"Of course," you wave him off. Honestly, what does he take you for, an amateur?
Demonstratively looking away as the headmaster operates the device Amber is stored inside, you wait for the pod to open, the outer covering sliding to the side and granting you direct access to the girl sleeping inside.
... Huh. Sleeping Beauty, is it? You should... probably not mention to Ozpin how the thing that cured that one was a prince's kiss.
Regardless, you take a step forwards, basking in the silent horrified fascination of Indigo as she is currently kind of fused with you and stretching a hand out, gently resting it on Amber's collarbone. A soft, white glow shines from the point of contact outwards, suffusing her with its light and visibly being a good thing.
Who knew the way soul powers orient themselves towards their originator's morality would come in handy like this? Either way, you think the appearance of things is actually helping with your observers, not that they should think that way, but whatever. You'll take what you can get.
"What I am doing right now," you narrate, because hey, you actually know what you're doing thanks to Indigo's powers, "is basically 'stitching up' the most vital parts of her soul I can identify. While I cannot fix the damage itself, being unable to spontaneously generate more soulmatter fitting into what's there already seamlessly, this should allow her soul to heal more easily in combination with what I did last time I was here."
How does this feel, Amber?
It's... a little twingy, but it feels much, much better. The pain is receding a lot.
"Fascinating," Ozpin says, "and highly concerning insofar as the only other way to manipulate souls at all I am aware of is state-of-the-art Atlesian technology specialized for this purpose. The soul, Mister Livsey, is a notoriously subtle and complicated matter."
Oh, please. "And I am effortlessly doing what nobody else is capable of, yes, I am aware. Don't get me wrong, I would love to take a closer look at this thing and see about reverse-engineering it, but that can wait until after Amber here isn't sitting in it anymore," you diatribe a little. "Hell, I'm basically her treating physician at this point, aren't I?"
You can literally feel a bunch of your souls blanching inside you as they realize that yes, you're right, and yes, this is a terrible idea for everyone involved.
"Perhaps you are right," Ozpin sighs, taking a sip from his cup again. "And perhaps we could convince certain Atlesian science divisions to collaborate with you on advances in this direction in the future, if you are speaking the truth."
"Let them leech off of me, you mean," you grumble, even as you continue to work. Though that's really mostly pointing Indigo's power at this problem and watching things go, you don't have to actually do anything beyond that. "Anyways, I'd say we should meet her again next weekend to see if there's been any improvement, in two weeks at the latest she'll be able to twitch, at the very least."
Lifting your hand away from your patient, you turn around to the two others in the room with you. "The best we can really do, right now, is to wait and let Amber's soul heal by itself thanks to me pumping her full of juice last time. Definitely alert me if there's any new developments, though."
So, how are you doing in there, Amber? Any changes now that I'm done on my end? You did, of course, announce to Amber you were going to be fiddling with her soul, to not aggravate her if nothing else.
The pain is receding, I can feel it go down. Somehow... somehow I am also more... lucid? Everything until now felt more like a bad dream, than... than anything real.
Good, good. Make sure to poke me if you feel anything change, okay? Apparently, I am your doctor now, so I figure I should play the part.
Amber giggles into your mind. Somehow, I can imagine the face you're making about this.
Yeah, in that case try this. Looking into a mirror, you proceed to make the most ridiculous faces you can at it, from pushing up your nose to going cross-eyed with your tongue out, transmitting the pictures you're seeing right to Amber.
She can't hold in her uproarious laughter; she likely hasn't had anything just plain hilariously funny to see for a while now. You are... very handsome, Gabriel, aren't you?
I sure am!
Of course, no amount of programming and game design can be a finished game in itself, even if those are the big things building the core; you also need visual stimulation coupled with the engaging gameplay you've built up so far to really succeed.
Luckily enough, art just so happens to be a little hobby of yours.
So you go ahead and really go into drawing a lot of the background art of the game before proceeding towards some of the finer details, going off of pictures taken around Remnant to give life to Mistral and Atlas and Mantle, illustrate the unforgiving wastelands of Vacuo and the urban landscapes of Vale, ensuring that no area of the game looks exactly the same.
A few still look similar, there's only so many ways you can vary up cave complexes and the insides of buildings of the same style, but still, you do your best, and you'd say you can be satisfied with what you do.
Sarah, of course, is watching quietly, eventually giving her opinion on your work. "... Gabe, did you seriously coordinate colors and shapes in ways meant to make people seeing enough of the game horny?"
Don't be ridiculous, of course not," you scoff. "I wouldn't even have the first idea how..."
Looking through what you've done so far, you can see what she means now. "... Well, maybe. On accident, though. Do you want me to redo this?"
Facepalming, Sarah shakes her head. "Ugh. Only you, Gabe, only you. Leave it as is, people can deal with being horny if they want to play."
"You know, if either of us cared, I'm sure using Ironwood's own instant messager account to send him this stuff would be super illegal," Sarah pondered as she typed in the passwords she used her power to intuit so far, doing exactly as she's saying.
"Eh, this is a minor prank at worst and an actual message at best, I'm sure he'll get over it," you shrug in response. "More importantly, do we have everything we need on the SDC?"
"Of course, not like they actually managed to get any more security in than replacing all their passwords. Took me half an hour of actual searching to figure them out," your amazingly smug little sister boasts. "Are you really sure we can't take a couple lien per copy of the game sold, though?"
You wave her off. "We didn't actually input any copy protection, so it isn't like it wouldn't get pirated ad infinitum anyways. This is just us staying ahead of the curve."
"At least I added that shop for in-game purchases with actual money," Sarah mutters under her breath.
You pat her head a little. That always gets her in a better mood.
Well, looks like you're a full-time conspiracy worker now, judging by Ozpin sending you a bunch of messages kind of keeping you from doing some good old random huntsman work to keep yourself entertained with.
Instead, you are apparently supposed to stealthily make your way all the way towards Mistral post haste, rendevouz with none other than Qrow, that one rundown drunk you met that one time when he broke into your mansion during your art event, and render him aid in investigating... something Ozpin refuses to state outright over on the continent of Anima.
It's... honestly sounding like it's gonna be kind of a pain, but you doubt Beacon's headmaster is going to actually tell you the details if you call him now.
Really, if you were him, you'd just tell everyone the truth and merely put a spin on it to get them to agree with your version of events buuut you don't actually know the whole truth, so it's not like you can really judge in this case. Maybe the Ozlumination Conspiracy is really all about how Ozpin is a wizard that left a bunch of artifacts of power from his wild youth lying around and he just doesn't want people to acquire his old sex toys.
One explanation about him being so ornery about his secrets, anyways.
So then, time to get into your bullhead, you suppose... unless you decide you'd like to take reinforcements along? Ozpin's messages seemed to assume you'd go alone, but you have literally no idea what you'll find whenever you arrive in Mistral.
Stepping into the comfy confines of your bullhead, you take a moment to ensure everything is prepared for takeoff before throwing a small bottle of blood into the minibar to keep it cool and mentally pinging Sarah.
Hey sis, getting going now. You keeping comfortable?
I got blood, I got our scent from today around me and I got OnlyFauns to keep me entertained.
Good girl, you finish your quick exchange- because really, what else can you call Sarah? Anyways, that is your mission control taken care of; thanks to your telepathic abilities, you can share what's going on with her at a moment's notice, and through her power, she should hopefully be able to help you unravel any bullshit thrown at you in Mistral.
Most of the actual flying you have to do is, of course, taken care of by the autopilot you installed back when you really went ham on this thing, so the flight over to Anima itself is spent with you kicking back in your luxurious passenger area, sipping at cool blood and watching the news on the holoscreen you can extend from the ceiling.
Honestly, at the speeds you're moving, most human passengers would be unable to board or at least be extremely uncomfortable, but your various enhancements and your sheer vampiric power mean you just have to make sure the centrifugal forces applied to the bullhead every time it moves don't end up tearing your glass out of your hand and use hemokinesis to keep the blood in the open container from spilling literally everywhere.
Mistral, here you come! In style and splendor, because why the heck wouldn't you.
The flight itself is fairly short compared to what a commercial model of bullhead would take, with a few flying Grimm trying to come at it and promptly getting disintegrated for their trouble as the on-board ion laser minigun automatically deals with them.
Turns out you actually do have weaponry on a vessel that may be attacked, figure that.
Anyways, Anima, once you approach the landmass of the eastern continent, doesn't take long to come into view, the great city of Mistral within your sight in short order. It is built fairly... vertically, even more so than you would've thought from the pictures you saw and what you read about the capital city.
Getting into the pilot's seat, you switch from full autopilot to flight assistance, slowing down your approach and taking a quick look around. Flying vehicles like yours, from what you can see, aren't as common here in Mistral, and so you will have to figure out exactly where to land without arousing too much attention... and specifically not anywhere near Haven Academy, as Ozpin requested you keep your visit quiet from its headmaster.
Curiouser and curiouser...
Landing a flying vehicle stealthily is... really not something that's possible as such, though you certainly can manage to just land your bullhead in a place decently far away from Mistral itself that you're confident there just wasn't anyone around to see you go down and it remains unlikely anyone else does find it anytime soon.
If someone does stumble over it, well, you do have the minigun set to automatic; they won't be seeing it for long.
"Hey Qrow, took you long enough," you say when your call finally connects, still sitting in your bullhead and leaning back.
"Livsey? The fuck did Oz-" the permanently drunk dude begins, only to move from your field of view with a curse as a thundering explosion lights it up instead, the huntsman obviously moving around. "Don't matter, things went tits up. I need-"
Static. Just great, looks like you're going in for a rescue mission straight away, after all. You got that, Sarah?
Yep, from what we could see and what the CCT is giving me, try one of the lower layers of Mistral, just keep an eye out for rapidly moving bodies and you should find him easily enough.
Sighing, you turn into a shadow, melting into the floor and darting off. Next stop, the capital city of Mistral... and hopefully a still living drunk, as opposed to a dead body.
Whatever would you tell Ozpin if the sucker dies, after all?
Following Sarah's directions and going around the right side of Mistral, you use a convenient alleyway to shuffle forms, bursting up into the night sky as a raven black as the night itself, conveniently keeping relatively hidden and quiet as you fly over blocks and blocks of cityscape.
Most people are asleep at this time of night along the upper layers of Mistral, but it isn't like you really give a fuck about those in the first place. The deeper rings, and especially the bottom one, have much more foot traffic moving around, though most people are just taking their time to get from point A to point B still, though you do hear gunshots here and there thanks to your supernaturally good senses. Everything as normal this deep down in Mistral, it would seem.
It takes a bit of searching, but you actually end up hearing the altercation you're looking for; a single gunshot or even a firefight? Those would be normal, but what you home in on is the sound of explosions mixed in with lots of the latter, someone is really going to town on someone else down there.
More importantly, you remember those explosions from your short call with Qrow earlier. Found the place, I think, you mention to Sarah before diving, aiming for a nearby roof as you observe the blood signatures dancing through the building below it.
At least the fight still seems to be ongoing, after all.
Well, easiest way to approach this situation and bring it under control is, as always, the most direct one. Turning from a bird sitting on the roof of the dusty building, a rickety wooden affair just like most structures this far down the rungs of the ladder that is Mistral, into a man sitting on the same, you quickly jump down and turn in the air, landing facing the door inside in a relaxed standing position.
A shame nobody is around to see you like that, but alas, it seems the heavy ordinance deployed all around that already seems to have cost two of the nearby buildings their structureal integrity has already scared off any potential eavesdroppers.
You'll live.
Keeping an eye on what you can make out from the inside, you don't actually open the door, instead taking a quick step to the side, narrowly dodging the body coming flying out of the inside.
Qrow, drunken guy with a sword, his scent also checks out, you're pretty sure you have the right guy. What's less good is the way he has to ram his sword into the loose dirt of the ground to slow himself down, the speed he was going at about to bring him crashing into the opposite side of the street.
Effortlessly hefting his weapon over his shoulder before shaking it out again, he spits to the side before addressing you. "Sure took your sweet time."
"Well excuse me if I had to randomly find a single drunk in all of Mistral with literally nothing to go off of," you bitch at him as you look into the same direction as him. "So what exactly have you gotten yourself into and what should I save your ass from?"
Heavy footsteps following the way Qrow just went flying, he grimaces. "That."
Well, that's... a big dude? You sigh. "Qrow, please tell me you didn't flirt with the wrong guy again."
"Wha-? No, he's an enemy! I was discovered because apparently, somebody leaked my appearance!" He defends himself.
"A likely story," his opponent's gravelly voice sounds, the guy still approaching. "You must be Livsey, right?"
You give him a mocking little bow. "The one and only," you agree, never actually taking your senses off of him. "And who might you be?"
"Hazel," he nods back at you. "You are known to us. I do not suppose I could convince you to join us in our mission to create a new, better world?"
"A better world, huh?" You ponder for a moment, eyeing this 'Hazel' up and down. "I'm actually working on a few plans of my own in that regard, completely on the side. You wouldn't happen to have considered a career as a porn star before, would you?"
"Can't say I have," your apparent opponent says, shaking his head as he slowly takes a stance. "Since it doesn't look like you're willing to change sides, we will simply have to fight it out. I cannot allow either of you to spread word of our operations in Mistral."
"Watch out for when he gets his hands on dust," Qrow warns you, visibly getting ready to dodge. "Made that mistake once, couldn't get away in time."
"Of course him getting dust is bad..." You mutter, mirroring your apparent compatriot. Time to figure this whole thing out, then.
Alright, first off, you order your maid avatar to try and take any dust Hazel is trying to handle off of him, which is about all you have time for before he starts running straight at you and Qrow!
"Feel the bite-" you begin to cast, jumping to the side as his meaty fist passes through where your head just was, brushing your hair to the side but still missing the point, aka your face, even as you somersault and push yourself off the ground with both hands to finish your chant. "-of winter!"
The effect is immediate, Hazel's breath becoming a fine mist as a thin layer of frost manifests all over his body. Qrow seems to be taking this as an opportunity, darting around your opponent's side and swinging his sword, only to have it deflected by a wild swing of Hazel's arm, the giant of a man turning around to land his own swiftly dodged blow, but momentarily slipping on the loose earth under his feet, granting you the perfect opportunity to form the blood you've been slowly dripping from where your claws have been puncturing your hand into a pair of sharp knives, or rather very pointy stick, but whatever, you throw them at him assisted by your hemokinesis.
Grunting, Hazel swipes at Qrow, forcing him back and completely ignoring your minor attack as he reaches into a pair of satchels at his sides. Your summoned minion tries to interrupt him the moment it becomes obvious he's pulling out dust crystals, but her chains just wrap around his hands, Hazel pulling in a sudden motion and making her fall over instead of achieving anything. "Ahh! Such a bad boy, playing rough without permission!"
Casually ripping off his shirt, he then rams the dust through his own skin, his eyes beginning to spark as the yellow substance's power courses through his veins somehow. "Remember, you have nobody to blame but yourself!"
And of course his voice goes all freaky, too. Not as freaky as your own, but still.
Okay, this doesn't look like it's working, so you suppose it's time to really get into it for a change. Extending your claws on both hands, you ready your gauntlets, giving Qrow a nod as he dashes back towards Hazel.
Coming at the tall man from different sides, you make it a point to jump upwards, getting at the head that's halfway turned towards you, Hazel keeping both you and your ally in this fight in his field of view. All of a sudden, both his arms come up, meant to fend off both your own hands and the now curved segmented sword coming at him, but while he succeeds at pushing the latter to the side, he apparently didn't expect you to suddenly randomly drain his entire aura in one, two hits, the impacts of which simply bowl him over before he can do much else.
Nishiyama Masashi, though you'd never actually use his name in conversation one way or another, instead simply referring to him as the rapier hero. He is overlaid with you right now, intimately knowing all of this and his power ensuring that it doesn't matter where you hit for the purposes for aura; the sheer amount of penetration you have ensures that any hit is a full one.
Hazel, obviously quite surprised by his aura suddenly just being gone the moment your claws dig into it and the piledrivers get to work, sways as he can't ignore your weight anymore all of a sudden, Qrow reacting quickly and straightening his sword once again to ram its blunt side into his back, bowling Hazel over.
He catches himself on both hands, but obviously needs a moment to recover before he can get back into the fight.
Too bad for him you don't intend to let him do so anytime soon.
Stepping up to his grounded form, you consider how to do this. You don't exactly want to show Qrow how you eat people, lest Ozpin manages to connect the recent disappearances becoming much more regular around Vale to you, but you also don't exactly want to ever have to deal with the Punchy Man again.
The drunk takes the choice from you when he joins you, sword still in hand. "You got a way to restrain him? His aura's already coming back, that's how he got me the first time," he asks in his raspy voice.
"... How often did he 'get' you, Qrow?" You ask back, even as you nod towards your summoned minion, sets of chains snaking towards Hazel and wrapping around both his satchels and the dust crystals already embedded inside him, tearing all the dust you know him to have off and out of him.
Sure, you have to give him a good kick to make it work, but work it does. Next, you emply your telekinesis plasmid, floating the extremely chunky man up in front of you.
"Eh, a few times," Qrow shrugs, the dark-haired man seemingly unbothered by this fact. "Lotsa bad surprises in the big guy. Not as many as you have, though."
"You will regret this," the mountain of a man grinds out with clenched teeth, already trying (and failing) to break out of your telekinetic grasp. "My comrades will-"
"Your comrades are a bunch of psychopathic monsters and don't matter for this in the first place," Qrow interrupts him. "Seriously, we both know what happened to Tyrian, he'll need a while to dig himself out."
Feeling severely out of the loop, you tilt your head, the raised hand keeping Hazel in the air swinging him around as you begin walking back to your bullhead. "You'll have to tell me all about that once we're on the way back to Vale, I suppose. For now just come along."
"Hey, wait! We can't leave yet, I still have to do something for Oz here in Mistral!" Amidst the wonderful sound of Hazel grinding his teeth, you ponder how much you should even react to Qrow's statement.
"Alright, sure, but do you need me for that?" You ask, shaking the load you're bearing telekinetically before you. "In case you hadn't noticed, I kind of have my figurative hands full over here."
"I mean, technically..." Qrow drawls, coming to walk next to you with his hands in his pockets, his weapon resting at his back. "I've just been subjected to the worst hangover in the history of Mistral, got my head hammered in, literally got my head hammered in, put on fire and then these assholes found me, so I'd say I was havin' a rough night, is all."
"Cute," you snort, because it is. "So old man Qrow would like to take a break, let the youngsters take care of things while he sits in the corner nursing his 'special drink'?"
"Okay, first off, never ever call me an old man, kid," Qrow smirks, pulling out a hip flask from under his outfit. "If I wanna drink, I don't do it sittin' in the corner. Secondly, this job just suddenly became a lot more dangerous, so I'm jus' re-evaluating my options. You're saying you have a way to get us back to Vale in one piece before any more of Salem's goons find us?"
Reaching one of Mistral's outer walls and spying no blood signatures corresponding to potential guards, you seamlessly set a foot onto the wall, shifting perspective and soon carrying Hazel, whom you're still pressing down on from all sides using your telekinesis, upside down. "Guess."
"Well, I ain't gonna ask, then," Qrow shrugs, jumping up only to be caught the hand of yours that isn't busy with telekinesis. "Hey there, what'cha think you're doing?"
"Literally carrying the weaker party member is what," you answer. "Unless I'm wrong and you'd like to stay, after all?"
Sighing as he hangs in the air by the scruff of his neck, your slow ascent onto the wall unceasing in its consistency, Ruby and Yang's uncle resigns himself to just going along with what you're doing.
"Oh yeah, actually," you consider, eyeing where Hazel is glaring over at you, "do you think we should make absolutely sure Hazel can't escape and mess up the minibar?"
"Well, now that you say it..."
Some might be hesitant to perform what amounts to an invasive surgery on an unwilling, unsedated patient while hovering said patient in midair as they have another person slung around their shoulder, but hey, in the end, Hazel has just a small hole in his back, is now functionally paraplegic and even still retains the ability to breathe and talk by his own will.
You'll call that a win, even if Qrow kept nagging at you to make sure not to kill him and the grumbled threats Hazel kept throwing at you never ceased.
"No, Hazel, I don't give a fuck what you think about this," you say as you walk along the paved road, using your memory as the only guide for yourself and Qrow on where to cut into the woods to the sides of it. "I don't even want to break your spirit, honestly, breaking your body is perfectly enough for my tastes."
"Just remember, if Oz asks, that hole was there when we found him and I had absolutely nothing to do with it," Qrow mumbles, stumbling along through the dark. "We gonna be there soon? When you said you had a way to Vale, I didn't think you meant going there on foot."
"Stop being a baby and keep going, we're nearly there." Seriously, he's a grown man, you don't have to babysit him.
"I will have revenge for this," Hazel brings out, out which you adjust your telekinetic grip.
"Will you shut up already, nobody asked for your opinion."
By the time you finally make your way to where you can see your bullhead, as can Qrow, said old coot whistles. "Guess that thingy can go even faster than I thought, if it's what you took to get here on short notice."
You just roll your eyes. "Yes, yes, you can get at the minibar, just don't ask too many questions. It bars itself if people do that."
"That pun was bad and you should be ashamed of yourself."
"Hey, I'm not saying anything about your obvious alcoholism, leave me alone. Really should have a talk with Ruby about that, though," you suggest, opening the door with one hand.
The journey back to Vale is... interesting. To say the least. In no small part thanks to Qrow being himself and drinking half the minibar in the first half hour or so even while you settle in and decide on where exactly you want to float Hazel, a task complicated by the fact you kind of do need to keep on holding a hand in that direction.
An issue, given you kind of want to play IronCock, your latest advancement in terms of ultimate cultural developments beckoning with a sweet, sweet while of playing video games, but one you can solve.
Getting Qrow to concentrate on the holoscreen instead of the arrangement of colorful drinks you had lying around takes some quick talking, but you soon realize he's actually pretty good at this kind of thing.
"WOOO! Didja see that? The Grimm are gettin' blown up and the chunks are explodin', too! The hell was that move?!" The drunken huntsman asks, merryment clear in his voice.
"A combo attack, duh," you explain, adjusting your own scroll to get back to your normal grip. "Multiplayer has lots of cool features, like this stuff. Do combos with others for even more kabloom."
Qrow is using the 'version' of Ironcock you affectionately titled 'SteamCock', with an overall steampunk aesthetic and a set of cogs making up his version of the original's IronCock. You, of course, are using the normal bearded mockery of Ironwood you made up.
"Seriously, this game is awesome," the grown man sitting on the next sofa over (you have enough in here) says, grinning like a loon. "Just wait until Ironwidd gets wind of this, he's guhna..."
To your mild surprise, he actually gets better when he hickups. Somehow.
"... Hey Hazel, you wanna play. too? Standard mode supports up to four players," you offer, looking over to where the wolf paw you grew out of your shoulder is staying outstretched to keep Hazel in the air, powerless.
"No, thank you," he gravels out, "I feel a tad tied up at the moment."
"Thought so," you shrug, making him bob up and down for a moment. "Just remember, you have nobody to blame but yourself."
The rage in his eyes is nearly palpable at this point.
"Hey Qrow, there's a secret area over there if you investigate the Schneemajor's desk..."
Arriving at Beacon is easy enough, with a parking space already booked and Ozpin notified you're bringing both Qrow and a prisoner (thanks to Sarah). All the same, maneuvering everyone, as you have to kind of juggle hovering Hazel around and dragging Qrow away from the minibar (he's literally stretching his arms out for it as you carry him off) is just a bit complicated, logistically speaking.
Glynda's amused look at the sight that reveals itself to her once the doors open doesn't help. Speaking of...
"Some help, please?" You ask, floating Hazel out and trying to dislodge Qrow from where he's jammed his feet under the floorboards- this'll be a bitch to repair, too!
"Noo~... My booze~..."
"Last time I'm letting him have free reign of the minibar," you mutter.
Your one-woman greeting committee merely gestures with her riding crop, both your loads taking by her semblance in short order. "Well, Mister Livsey, I had not expected you to visit me here in Beacon so soon, but just this once I shall have to forgive you the short notice," she primly states, turning around and taking both her prisoners to the front while turning around. "Now, if you would excuse me, I have one Mister Rainart to bring to his new accommodations."
Hazel is being pretty quiet, but you aren't surprised, after how much you casually mocked and pissed him off. Qrow is drunkenly muttering, but it's not like anyone cares.
Strutting off, Glynda actually shows she really can work that ass, looking back over her shoulder at you. "Unless there was anything else?" She asks, looking over her glasses with the smallest of smiles.
"Well," you begin flirtily, "I did just spend an awful lot of energy on this mission, what with the sudden flight to Mistral, having to hurriedly find a certain drunk huntsman and save him in the middle of fighting a stronger opponent... I certainly wouldn't be reluctant to take a proper break sometime soon."
Glynda just turns back around and flicks her fingers, a piece of paper flying out of her hand and slapping onto your chest. Peeling it off, you reveal an address written on it.
"Be there in half an hour," Glynda orders, her tone brooking no objections, even if you were particularly inclined to try and voice any.
Looks like you have a little date to be part of, after all.
Informing Sarah of the change of plans (It's happening again, isn't it?), it doesn't take you long to find the place Glynda sent you appears to be a bar, fairly empty at this time of night but still open just fine.
Entering, you beeline to the bar, taking out the literal pocket change you happen to be carrying on you (but still enough to pay this man for a month of work ten times over) and casually plop it onto the counter. "Whatever you recommend after too much running around all night."
With a silent nod, the bartender acknowledges your order, soon leaving a glass of interestingly colored liquid before you and leaving you alone, as you obviously don't look like you want to be bothered.
So you settle in for the wait, idly chatting with Okita- who, it would seem, is shaking down a sweets fairy again- until Glynda arrives, quickly taking a seat next to you.
"My usual, please, Jeff," she instructs the barkeep, apparently Jeff, who takes less than a full ten seconds to mix her a drink of some sort, a light red that amusingly reminds you of diluted blood. "So, handsome, come here often?"
"I feel like I should ask you the same, but no, sadly," you answer, thanking your vampiric biology for letting you repress the hopeless giggling at this whole situation. "You know how it is, something always pops up."
"Isn't that the truth," Glynda sighs. "I don't think I have to really spell it out, but keeping superpowered teenagers in line is one of the dirtiest and hardest jobs in existance."
You spend some time there with Glynda, just talking and flirting a little as the both of you slowly drink, Jeff happy to refill your drinks with the sheer amount of cash you dropped on him earlier.
Glynda, it would seem, has a wide range of complaints to make, from the kids that just don't manage to behave themselves to the ones that refuse to learn better when corrected.
"The Winchester boy is just a catastrophe waiting to happen, mark my words, but Ozpin categorically refuses to let me apply some... discipline on him and his team," she sighs distraught, telekinetically turning a gulp of her 'Mistralian Danger Ride' into a swirl of liquid that enters her mouth as though of its own accord- not unlike how you like to drink blood on occasion, actually. "How are they supposed to learn without being taught?!"
Glynda, as it happens, becomes emotional when drunk. Not exactly something you'd have expected, but you certainly aren't complaining.
"It must be hard working with Ozpin," you agree with her point. "Why, just tonight, he spontaneously decided to ask me to hop over to Mistral on a dime, completely out of nowhere. No warning, no 'hey, someone might need a hand at some point', not even a general request that I help his people out at some point!"
Yes, you really are that aggrieved by the whole topic.
"And... and the paperwork!" Glynda exclaims. "I am the vice-headmistress, not a secretary, but does he hire one? No! He is a busy man, I realize and acknowledge it, but why must he make me do all his office work for him?!"
"I'd hope the minion I gave you is easing your burdens on that account at least," you grouse a little. "That being her entire reason to exist and all."
"Oh, she's sorting budget reports and requests as we speak," your drinking partner growls, righting herself from where she briefly slumped over onto the counter for a moment. "Only reason I have enough free time to have a libido at all these days."
You just chuckle joyfully, glad to hear Glynda isn't affected by that constant horniness you were inflicted with in life. "If that isn't some good news," you toast to her. "Now if only certain drunks didn't keep getting in everyone else's way."
"Oooh, Qrow, that insufferable bird of a man!" Yep, clearly you share even more opinions. "He does good work, but would it kill him not to kill his liver every time he steps foot... anywhere? You just would not believe how tired I am of cleaning up after everyone else, besides using my semblance to fix their messes, that's what it's for, but it should not excuse making them in the first place!"
Yep, you have a lot of fun riling up Glynda all the way until morning, her busy monday already dawning on her.
Giving the adorable little sister cuddling into your lap a chaste kiss, you grope her butt a little, making sure she's comfortable. "Everything ready for the week?"
"Yup, the factory's under control, I got a tap on Ozpin and, by extension, all of Vale, and the girls and Ren are all doing good. You can go to sleep and let me take care of everything," Sarah says, giving you a tight hug.
"Alright, alright. Make sure to stay safe, okay? And watch out for the others, you know how Okita can be. And Nora, too, every now and then."
"I know, silly Gabe, you just be a good chair and stay nice and hard for me," she smirks up at you from where she's plastering herself all over you.
"I still object to that treatment of my sleeping personage, you know."
Ozpin resisted the urge to massage his brow. "So you are saying Leo may or may not have been turned, that Salem's minions were in Mistral and discovered you and that's why you sent the distress warning out, Qrow?"
"That 'bout sums it up, yeah," the dishevelled man said with very little swaying on his feet. "I don't think I gotta tell you, but being ambushed by a fuck that ignores aura wasn't fun, just as much as a running battle with Hazel. Heck, my own aura broke a couple times before wonder boy came by."
"Which is how Mister Livsey and you happened to catch Mister Rainart in one piece and brought him back to Beacon," the headmaster conpleted. "But why are you even more drunk than usual, Qrow?"
Said drunk shrugged. "I was undercover and he had a minibar in that bullhead o' his! What else was I supposed to do, act outta character?"
Ozpin sighed, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. "And the hole in Mister Rainart's back?"
"Well, there may or may not 'ave been 'concerns' about him getting outta wonder boy's semblance bullshit, so we may or may not have decided ta make sure he wouldn't smash da minibar?" Qrow replied with shifty eyes.
Ozpin's second sigh doubled in intensity. "Qrow, he is literally quadriplegic now, it is going to take days of advanced treatment before he can stand on his own again."
"Isn't that a good thing?" The rascal asked. "He can still talk jus fine, the less likely he breaks out the better, right?"
"Qrow, we are not going to keep the man crippled just because you felt your alcoholism was threatened," Ozpin explained to him. "And yes, I am very well aware he can still speak by himself."
Just in that moment, the far-off call of "OOOOOZZZZZZZZPIIIIIIIIINNNNNN!" could be heard reverberating through the walls of the tower they were standing in.
"Did, uh, didn't'cha soundproof the high-priority cells?" Qrow asked.
"I did, thank you very much. He is just that loud, and he never stopped being like... that... ever since he saw me," Ozpin explained further. "If you will excuse me, it isn't long before dawn, and I have a very... exhausting... few conversations to go through."
When one James Ironwood came to the office that day, never really taking a break from work but still taking it a bit slower over the weekends, he was... surprised, to say the least, to find certain news prevalent, with several messages in his inbox regarding a particular piece of entertainment-orientated software.
Yes, that was right, IronCock: Bigger, Longer, Uncut. An... auspicious? Title for what seemed like a full-blown game, the previous one merely serving as a playtest of sorts.
He was going to have to play this one too, wasn't he? For completion's sake if nothing else. At least it didn't take long to get a free copy, the military's servers already retaining one for analysis as per previous instructions.
... 'We were actually going to do something productive, but apparently, 30 minutes was not enough. So here you go with the full game release!' Well, at least it seemed the unnamed developers were watching the news, then. Good for them.
Selecting New Game in short order, James Ironwood was treated to a cutscene of a bearded version of himself hammering dust-infused steel, laboriously pouring over blueprints as day turned to night and back again several times, eventually leading to completion.
"Finally," the digitally rendered copy of himself said, "it is complete. The IronCock Version 1.00 is done. The world's first waist-mounted Ionic Repulsion Overdriven damage Negating Carapace Overclocked enemy Clearing Kabloom producer."
"It is just as beautiful as I always dreamed of."
Well, that was certainly a... dramatic intro. James was just a little touched, he would admit.
Next came a screen showing what amounted to the IronCock's schematics, surprisingly accurate for a weapon of its level judging by the first version he'd seen and- Wait, he could actually make dynamic changes to this thing and would presumably have subsequent performance changes shown in the game itself, if he understood this 'IronCock LP (Load Points)' system correctly?
This required further investigation.
"Weiss."
"No, I told you she's not here right now, she's probably at the library, but if you really need her I could call her but-"
"Weiss."
When Okita Yumi had intruded on the grounds of Beacon Academy, she had not brought a bag of forgotten belongings with her, instead having something else in mind this time around. However, when she'd come to the place that her friend was supposed to be, she had not found her.
How perplexing. How could it be team RWBY when the W was missing?
"Ungh... I don't think I'm getting through to her," the red girl whined. Okita thought she was a bit like a puppy, but Gabriel had told her not to randomly pet people in public, so she refrained.
Instead, she stepped into the room.
"Dunno, sis, have you tried cold water? Or maybe-" The yellow girl was cut off by a small 'eeep' by the red girl.
"What're you doing?" She asked as she tried to retreat from Okita's superior grabblers.
"... Petting. Not in public, so it's fine." With her intent established and her logic explained, Okita continued messing with the red and black hair of the red girl.
"Please stop even if this feels kinda nice but it's still super embarrassing and I kinda like it still but-"
The pointless words were once again interrupted, this time by the door opening again. "Hello team, I am- Okita, what are you doing?" Her white friend asked.
"I am petting the red girl," she explained, but still let up, turning towards her friend. "Waiting for you."
"I see." Clearing her throat after a few seconds, Weiss (that was her name!) spread her hands out. "What might you require from me, then?"
"Sarah is keeping the Gabriel to herself all day today," Okita shared the bad news. "So I'm bored. And came to do the sex with you instead."
Weiss was blushing and stammering, the red girl was producing more annoying words, the yellow girl began slamming her head against the wall and the black girl blinked before facepalming, all at once.
But Okita was patient. She was greatly arousing and seductive, so it was only a matter of time before she would have the sex with the Weiss.
James mashed the controls, IronCock (as the game's main character renamed himself in the course of the tutorial) rolling across the ground and propelling himself into the air with a mighty thrust of his hips, firing his suddenly extruding main weapon to puncture the Sphinx serving as said tutorial's boss encounter.
Finally, he had done it. The story was surprisingly well-written, going from exploring the outskirts of Mantle while getting used to the weight of the IronCock to fighting off a sudden minor Grimm incursion and making the way up to Atlas, all the while 'reviewing' the controls, the uses of aura and even the fact the main character's semblance remained unknown so far.
And now, to return to the Schneemajor, a 'traditional Atlesian Military Post', and report the destruction of the Grimm. Oh, and the next tutorial seemed to be about... combo attacks? Multiplayer?
Hmm... "Specialist Schnee, are you busy with your duties at the current time?"
Doesn't he just look so cute when he's asleep? Sarah asked, a picture of a slumbering Gabriel sent to Amber. These are some really exclusive shots, you know.
I agree, he does look very cute like this, Amber agreed. Not that she had much of a comparison to an awake Gabriel, but she appreciated the gesture nevertheless.
Oh, and don't worry about him, he just sleeps at really irregular times sometimes, the man's sister, if she understood this right, continued. He can still think and chat whenever, though, so it's not the biggest hurdle of all.
Strange he can do it while sleeping, but I won't complain. Hey, Sarah, do you think Nora is awake right now?
It's in the middle of the day, most people not my big brother are. Just poke her and see, really, Sarah thought back.
As good advice as she could ask for, really.
Uhm, hello, Nora? Amber asked.
Oh, Amber! Nora sent her. I was just about to start on knitting something for you, good timing. Say, between these two colors, which cloth do you think is better?
N-no, no, you really don't have to!
Having to choose the specifics of her future scarf and talk to all her new acquaintances, Amber hardly even realized the constant pain she was in anymore... and what else was happening in the back of her head.
She honestly preferred it this way.
"Sir, are you serious?" Specialist Winter Schnee asked, holding her own military-issue scroll. "Please tell me you are not."
"I am always serious, Specialist Schnee," her direct superior retorted, his own scroll already in use as a controller. "Now follow proper procedure and start the game."
Holding back her grimace, she did as she was ordered. "Do we really have to personally do this, sir? We have plenty of analysts on staff..."
"I felt it was my duty as the one whose likeness was taken as the main character, though it has recently come to my attention that a certain Schneemajor has been modeled after you," the General explained.
A cold fury was filling up Winter Schnee's gut. "What do I need to do, sir?"
"Complete the tutorial until the point you can access the Dimensional Terminals by inserting your IronCock into the dickslot inside, then I can become the CockSlinger as I visit your game and we can combine our powers."
"... Sir."
"Very well, I may not have been entirely honest; I will merely become SteelCock as a visitor. This still does not change the additional strategic options opening up through multiplayer play."
Winter Schnee sighed.
"FOR A BETTER REMNANT!"
"FOR THE DESTRUCTION OF ALL GRIMM!"
""IRON/STEEL... DICKING! DELUXE!!!!!""
Watching with satisfaction as the ultimate combo (which was only ultimate insofar as it was the one unlocked by default, more could be unlocked with enough lien and xp gathered in the game) rocked the screen and splattered rapidly dissolving bits and pieces of the Grimm tide they were fighting as an optional battle he had required the reinforcements for, James Ironwood nodded, satisfied. "A fitting end."
"Sir, I have been listening to more profanities, slang and outright filth in the last thirty minutes than I have heard in my entire life before then," Specialist Schnee said. "Can we please take a break?"
"Oh, very well. I suppose we both always have some more paperwork to deal with by this time. Just make sure to be back after lunch break," James agreed. It wouldn't do to overdo it, after all.
From what he had found on the CCT, simple forums already being created by more technologically inclined citizens, there was more than enough playtime to go through, after all; they would have to pace themselves properly.
Penny Polendina smiled at her father. Regular maintenance of her body was important! Even if it was boring...
But she had a new hobby now, one she could indulge in even while doing other things, so it was alright!
"Penny, dear, there appears to be an unusual amount of data being transferred via background processes right now," her father note, looking at her worriedly. "Is everything alright? Did you catch another virus?"
"Do not worry father!" She exclaimed through the speakerbox nearby, as her (literal) voicebox was outside her body at the moment. "I have merely found a new hobby, and am doing my best to research it before deciding to invest personal time!"
"That's my girl, always thinking ahead," Penny's father chuckled.
Penny smiled, even as she began transmitting data. PendingPenny would dominate the leaderboards once again, and this time Mister Ironwood could not order her to cease!
Salem, Queen of the Grimm, Mistress of an entire continent, carefully did not frown as she beheld her snivelling minion debasing himself before her.
"So repeat yourself to me, Tyrian," she said, "how exactly did you 'lose' Hazel?"
"My Goddess, it was, it was a dark night, yes, and the huntsman, Qrow! We found him, sniffing around, oh yes! The headmaster did not warn us, the lousy traitor, but I was alert, and Hazel was... Hazel," the scorpion faunus said in his... usual way. "We fought and I nearly got him with my venom, twice! But then we were seperated when our fight destroyed the building, and I had to dig myself out, yes..."
"I remember, Tyrian. What. Happened. Next."
"I came after them, yes!" He insisted. "Chased the sounds of battle, but Hazel was nowhere to be found, and neither was the huntsman. I searched all of Mistral, but I never found hide nor hair, and he never did return to the hideout, oh no!"
So Hazel was missing in action, then. A shame, but until she received news, she would have to consider him dead. "Watts."
At his wordlessly straightened spine, Salem continued. "I want you to go to Mistral and 'support' good Leonardo in his efforts to find the Spring Maiden. I do not care what means you must employ. Meanwhile, Tyrian..."
"Yes, Goddess! I will go and I will avenge-!"
"You will do nothing of the sort," she said, secretly delighting in the horror on his face. "Your services will be required in either Mistral or Vale, depending on wherever Hazel resurfaces. I do not believe he is quite dead yet, and you would have found traces if he was. You will find him, and you will bring him back, do you understand?"
"Yes, Goddess, your lowly slave obeys, Goddess..."
Sometimes, she wondered why she even bothered working with the buffoons she did... but then again, it was quite unseemly for a Queen to take the field herself.
She would have to continue to make do. "Dismissed."
Some may call the White Fang an organization of terrorists, of warmongers and criminals. Some days, they might even be right, when viewed under the right light.
Not that Sienna Khan cared about the opinions of racists and hateful opportunists. No, what she cared about were the faunus and their rights in a human-dominated society.
Which was also why she was livid about everything happening in Vale right that moment. First, Adam had to play the fool and finally get himself killed upon attacking an actual huntsman, having always overestimated his own power and importance in the grand scheme of things, but then things went from bad to worse when OnlyFauns popped up.
The very name triggered instinctive revulsion in her.
Some kind of silly porn movement in its infancy, it had actually begun to gain traction with the local faunus, resulting in a temporary flux state where they saw no reason to 'consort' with the White Fang, even as their features were turned from a point of pride into sex objects, as disgusting as the idea was.
Vale was on a tipping point, as far as the faunus were concerned... and which side the coin would fall on remained open. First of all. Sienna needed to gain more information, on whether this scheme would help or hinder faunus emancipation.
"Have calls sent out to trustworthy members, of our need to investigate the happenings in Vale. Any that are brave enough may go."
Sienna was many things, but she was... practical. She could tolerate this perversion if it proved beneficial. For now.
Betty cursed, turning the map around again. Which way were they going, and which way were they supposed to go?
Anima was a stupid, confusing continent, with too many plants all her buddies were eating at all the time instead of just clearing the way like they were supposed to. Speaking of which- "Miss Flufflebutt! Ser Mariobeard! Ye get yer wooly asses right back on track!"
Seriously, just as bad as people some days. Keeping the airship's survivors on track was a chore and a half, even after she'd shown them they could just ask the sheep for food and they'd show them any edible plants in sight, and she instated a curfew that meant they got enough sleep each night.
Now she was wonderin' why all those villains in those old comics she got to grab every now and then always seemed to wanna conquer the world. Wouldn't this exact problem just be bigger and bigger the more people you had to keep in line?
"My, my, you really did manage to stumble into the poo, didn't you?" The small, elderly woman with prosthetic eyes asked, having joined their group when her transport managed to get hit by Grimm the floof parade soon eradicated. "Well, it's a good thing then I happen to know we're actually closer to Argus than to Mistral at this point, and we need to go this way!"
Pointing to the side, all Betty did was shrug. "Whatever yeh say, weird old lady, Ah dun' much care s'long as Ah can get a ticket back tah Vale at sum' point."
"Oh sweetie, you've never travelled much, have you? It's gonna be a week's walk, we're going to be attracting Grimm like flies to honey and the terrain will only get rougher from here on out unless we manage to find a road or a path of some kind," the dark-skinned granny with the funky (read, malfunctioning) eyes said.
"Dun' know, dun' care. Le'ss just get movin', thah sheeple are getting antsy- 'Gain." Because when didn't they?
"Hahaha! That's just how people, are, sweetie, you'll get used to it," the woman said, patting her leg as the highest part she could comfortably reach. "Call me Maria, by the way, just to get that out of the way."
"Name's Betty, an' that's the story Ah'm stickin' to." And with that, they were off.
Slowly waking up to the feel of Sarah bouncing on your lap, you open your eyes, licking the opening of the bottle she's holding to your mouth before proceeding to do the same for her throat as you pull her towards yourself, hugging your sister towards yourself.
"Glad to know you're doing well," she teases, pressing herself against you. It doesn't really matter how often you do this, you just can't ever get enough of Sarah.
You don't think you ever will.
"Hey yourself," you smile as you kiss her cheekbone, much to her happy giggling. "Not like we didn't just spend half an hour talking."
"That was ten minutes ago, way too long," she faux-pouts at you. Kissing your neck in 'revenge' and all.
You just chuckle and grind yourself against her, enjoying the tight grip of your sister's inner walls as she takes your dick as deep as she can.
"So," you finally say as you lean back, letting your sister resume bouncing, "I'm pretty much up-to-date regarding our current status, but what's the next thing you're planning to do in regards to the whole Vale takeover thing? Anything I could help with?"
"Well..." Sarah considers, her hands on your chest, "right now I'm mostly just waiting for a few 'business deals' to go through, as in a bunch of sweaty old farts to sweat enough they'll take what I give them and not a lien more. If you'd like, you could get in on that? Just go around ransacking a couple mansions, or maybe I could walk around out in the open and see about attracting a few hired thugs for us to eat together. No real hurry, though."
"I see," you nod. And give her a kiss on the nose. "In that case, what about the robot factory? I forgot to ask earlier."
"Eh, I've mostly kept it on going automatically, should be a couple hundred bots by now, minus however many of them get trashed and recycled by the Grimm."
In another place, a heartless network of infinite machines fulfills its function. It is filling the caves, and the tunnels, and avoiding the open air as it has been instructed. Under the earth, though, it wages endless war against an endless foe, the perfect conditions for it to do as it is meant to: Learn.
Every destroyed robot is a lesson learnt, as is every eliminated foe. It is learning how to best fight any given form of its many foes, the black and white creatures seemingly infinite in scope and variety. It is learning how to use each and every model of robotic body given under its command. It is improvising, it is adapting, it is overcoming. It is learning... how to learn.
It has no purpose other than this. To learn how to fulfill the many inerlocking functions it has been created to fulfill. Earth and rock and ore are dug out and replaced with continuously churning machines, the underground of an entire mountain range set to be used as its staging ground. Every now and then, it finds large caverns filled to the brim with its foes, but it simply reassigns its bodies, freely adjusting their positioning with the neverending teleportations it is undergoing.
It knows nothing but to work. To take materials and space, and turn them into more of itself. To fight the enemy and fight and fight and fight. But it has no emotions, no sense of self, and so it gladly continues to fulfill its duty.
Nothing matters but the endless war. Against the work it is assigned. Against all foes barring its ability to do so. It can not think, not create by itself, but it needs not do so- The Creator shall return to review the gathered data, adjusting and Creating in accordance.
None shall stop The Advance.
"I see," you nod, happy that whole thing is taking care of itself. "And I guess the kids are going to be here soon?"
"Not that soon," your sister slyly grins up at you, "I woke you up just a little earlier just so we could finish a few times before then."
Chuckling, you just kiss the top of her head.
"Hey girls, Ren, Jaune," you finally greet the Beacon kids right at the doors as they return, having disentangled yourself from Sarah long enough to put on a pair of pants. "How's your week been?"
"Fairly well, we have been learning a lot and Jaune is making great progress," Pyrrha replies, smiling even as Ruby once again turns into a ballistic missile sprinting at you. "How about yourself?"
Absorbing the impact of the redhead's head with a flex of your abs, you raise a hand to pat her head. "Oh, pretty much as usual, really," you reply. "Did some work, talked to people, mostly just laid around."
And you don't really have to let anyone exactly how literal they can take that.
"Oh, before I forget it," you add, turning towards Blake who seems to be trying to blend into the background, "there's another shoot scheduled for sometime tomorrow, all very spontaneously, you see, and you'll totally get an invitation. Anyone else want to try out, while we're at it?"
Leaving the black-haired catgirl to look down as she wishes she could disappear into the ground, you give everyone a look. "Uhm, sorry, but what kind of 'shooting' are we talking about?" Ren asks, raising a hand.
"Nothing and you obviously mishear-" "Blake is a porn star and she's actually really good!" Ruby interrupts her teammate. Whose eyes are wide right now, her pupils growing visibly.
Suffice to say, you need a bit of time for everyone to calm down and get settled in.
It doesn't take long for everyone to get over the usual greetings, and while everyone else tries to keep Ruby from accessing OnlyFauns and blast everything in hearing range with the sound of Ninja Kitty Debauchery as often as she can (a common occurrence at team RWBY's dorm room, apparently, to the point Yang carries a rolled up newspaper around to stop the 'bad doggy' from doing it all the time), Weiss seems a tad bit preoccupied, staying near you and fiddling with her fingers while avoiding eye contact and all.
"Uhm, Gabriel? Would you have... a couple of minutes for something?" She finally asks, a cute little blush on her face.
Well, never let it be said you turn down invitations to fuck. "Sure, I don't mind," you shrug, leading the way and opening a door nearby. "The others will keep themselves busy well enough anyways."
It doesn't take long for you to show Weiss into the usual room you use for private stuff, including filming all those little things Sarah always seems so intent on keeping a physical copy of despite both of you possessing perfect memory.
Once there, however, Weiss doesn't undress, nor tear at your clothes, instead taking out a few sheets of paper. "Uhm, I wanted to try singing together, so I wrote a song for us? It's just a silly little-"
You interrupt her by taking them out of her hand, giving her a kiss on her forehead. "I will sing this song and I will not stop until the entirety of Remnant knows it."
"Gabriel!" She shouts, embarrassed. Still, she can't deny she's happy to share her dearest hobby with you, and before long both of you are singing this new song she wrote, about letting go of what ties you down and releasing your power.
Nobody blames Weiss for being subtle, least of all you, and both of you really put your all into it.
"Weiss, do you have ice dust on you again?" You ask, amused, once you're done singing the entirety of the song a few times.
She looks up, of course, and blushes at the uncontrolled discharge of the stuff, little corns of ice floating in the air all around. "Oh Brother, this is so embarrass-"
She's interrupted at you taking hold of her hands. "Let's dance to it this time. Fair warning, though, I don't have the foggiest on how to actually dance properly. You'll have to lead."
You do wonder if you could actually get Weiss even more embarrassed than she looks at this announcement...
"Oh, and you don't mind if all of this is being recorded, do you?"
"Gabriel!"
When you were done singing with and thoroughly teasing Weiss, you had expected many things, from a sudden end of the world scenario to a singularity occuring after leaving Ruby and Nora in the same room for too long. It is thus that, while you may not have specificlaly expected this, you at least aren't too surprised when you come upon a scene of minor carnage.
Threatening Ruby with her rolled up newspaper, Yang is loudly scolding her younger sister, even as the room's other occupants are trying their best to ignore them.
"You do not need to sniff everyone's butts, Ruby, and neither do you have to lick their faces," the blonde finishes as you and Weiss return. "That is all you messing with me, and it will. Stop. Now."
"But siiis, my canine instincts are too strong!" Ruby whines, pouting.
"You know as well as I do that's a filthy lie. You're going to traumatize Blake at this rate!" Pointing towards where the cat faunus is sitting in the corner, reading some book, Yang Yang looks as imperious as she can.
"... You do know I'm only scared of actual dogs, right?"
Ruby, obviously having been using her power, barks at Blake from where she's sitting.
"See?" Yang asks as Blake twitches, glaring at her team leader.
Weiss just gives you a look saying 'see what I have to put up with?'
Yeah, probably for the best if you interfere a little. Giving Weiss a reassuring smile, you move in, swooping up behind team RWBY's leader.
"Listen to your sister, Ruby, a good team leader shouldn't be like that," you say, a hand automatically finding her head and gently scratching it, much to her delight. "Though if you don't, I suppose we can always reallocate all your sex time to Yang, hm?"
Ruby's reaction is decisive and immediate.
"Ruby," the girl's sister tiredly says, "we all know you're actually boinking him. Why are you even doing this?"
"Because you're actually my sister, Yang! I had my doubts, but you have re-earned the right to be called my flesh and blood!"
"Gwah!" Holding a hand out to catch Ruby's skull (which you know from experience is the equivalence to an armored helmet when used right) as she comes rushing at her, Yang sighs, annoyed. "Ruby... Please just don't."
You share an amused look with her, it being answered by a long suffering one. Yeah, this girl has had way too much Ruby to deal with.
"Come on Ruby, let's go and see how well you can do with your transformation," you thus say. "Did you know you can actually grow to become a giant wolf if you keep up the good work?"
"Really? I just thought I could get wolfy ears and rub them against Blake's."
"You are not getting anywhere near my kittens," the faunus in question says, her hands raised above said animal features protectively.
"I'm still saying it's kind of cute how you call them that..." Ruby trails off as you drag her off towards the gardens. Actually, could it be you're just continually coming into the group of teenagers, taking care of any individual problems they have and putting them back in with the rest?
Nah, can't be.
Sitting down inside your inner world, you continue right where you left off, somewhat annoyed at the way time dilation kept being unfavorable towards actually doing this properly until now.
'Breathing raggedly, Jake ran through the undergrowth, leaves and branches barring his way but hurriedly pushed aside. He had to get out before-
All of a sudden, the word spun around him, the teenager flying through the air. She'd gotten him again!
Chloe approached, smirking down at him before opening the fly of his jeans, the button over it popping soon after despite his struggles. "Remember," she told him teasingly, "one piece of clothing every time. Wouldn't want to run out, now would we?"
With that, the finely muscled girl began pulling, dragging Jake along the forest floor a short distance before she got his pants off. "Why are you doing this?!"
"Didn't I tell you? I like you, Jake... but I want to play with my food before I eat it, you see?" Damn, she was completely crazy! Jake didn't think he'd ever think this, but he sure would like Bella to be around right now, at least her stalking was just scary instead of making him run through the woods in the middle of the night!'
People are just completely nuts for unreasonable women, right? Eh, you're sure they'll just eat this shit right up. Now to continue to the point he's naked and running through the woods whence both girls corner him and the only reason he leaves unraped is that they're too preoccupied with one another.
Literally part of your life story there, by the way. Though it wasn't exactly rape in your case, more a sense of delayed consent on your part.
Beacon, it had to be said, is surprisingly easily accessible from Vale itself, despite being divided from it by a river and off by a good distance. A regular ferry, bullheads and emergency bullhead lines allow visitors and students alike to come and go not quite as they please, but with a fair regularity all the same.
What you're trying to say is, it's really pretty easy to go and reach Beacon Academy, though it feels just a little strange to come here on a saturday while the kids are still at the mansion.
Then again, scheduling. Sometimes, things just work out like this.
Either way, you're supposed to go meet Glynda at the central elevator you know well enough by now, soon rewarded for five minutes' patience by a beauttiful blonde woman stepping outside the elevator doors with a small smile on her face.
"Mister Livsey, I hope I didn't keep you waiting overlong?" She asks pleasantly, sauntering up to where you're standing.
"Not at all," you reply with a smile matching her own, "I just arrived myself. And I have to say, a wait would have been worth it."
Obvious compliments are obvious, but sometimes, they just work.
"So, what shall we do on this fine evening? I do hope I didn't interrupt any important paperwork, oh vice-headmistress," you continue with a small bow, coincidentally making sure nobody is around to see this whole exchange again.
Can't ever be too sure with all these superpowered teenagers, after all.
"Oh, Mister Livsey, I do have something planned..."
"In fact, why don't we walk as we talk? You see," Glynda says, beginning to lead you through Beacon's halls, "certain... 'irregularities' have been known to happen in Doctor- not Professor, mind you- Oobleck's classroom. The intense velocity at which he teaches tends to leave unpleasant traces, especially when he cannot manage to leave certain containers behind."
"So he spills coffee while teaching?" You ask, mildly amused at the track she is taking.
"Oh, I wish it was just coffee..." Glynda mutters, opening the door to the place. "He is usually good about catching his spills before they hit the ground, but if he doesn't they are incredibly hard to fix, as they destroy said ground quite decisively. The material does need to be there for my semblance to work."
"... I am suddenly not quite sure I really want to know what he drinks," you say, torn between amusement and shared exasperation. "So, what exactly are we doing, looking for any mysterious holes in the ground?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes," she agrees. Strutting over to the teacher's desk, she leans over it, sliding the skirt of her usual outfit upwards and driving her fingernails into her pantyhose, tearing it open. "Why don't you go ahead and see if you can't fill this one in particular?"
Chuckling, you follow behind her, unzipping your pants and revealing your already hardening dick, letting it do as it wills for once. "You know, I do wonder what your students would think if they saw you like this."
"They'd think I am thirsty like a sailor five months out to sea, and don't be mistaken, Mister Livsey, I will get what I want this lovely evening, one way or another." A telekinetic slap to your behind makes clear what she means.
You just wordlessly step up, lining yourself up at her wet snatch, parting her folds in a smooth motion. "You know, I don't believe either of us really expected this to happen when we first met," you ponder aloud, enjoying the way her tight walls squeeze down around the intruder that is you. "You just really never know how things turn out in life, huh?"
"Less philosophizing, more fucking, young man," Glynda growls, looking back over her shoulder with a tight smile, her eyes narrowed. "I like it rough, and I demand as much."
Smirking, you grab her hair, pulling at it as you thrust all the way inside, your tip meeting her womb in a way that has her mouth open involuntarily before she returns to looking forwards again, your other hand going out to snatch up one of her arms as you begin to properly thrust away. "As the lady commands," you grin out, seamlessly jackhammering into her.
"Good boy," Glynda moans out with a low voice, using her semblance to unbutton her shirt, her breasts swinging out freely as you mechanically rut into her. "Juuust like... that!"
The classroom is filled with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, the slapping of your hips on her butt saying everything that needs to be said between the two of you as you slowly mold her insides to accept your dick perfectly, the occasionally escaped breath and wiggle escaping Glynda's control the only thing breaking up your rhythm.
"Just like a... beast, mating me like this," she murmurs out, physically pulling against your grasp of her blonde hair to have to pull harder in turn, your only other reaction being an increased speed.
"Well, why don't I do exactly that, then? Pump you full and impregnate the naughty teacher..." You say, thrusting harder and harder. "I'll knock you up and all your students will be able to see you teach with a big, round belly a few months down the line..."
Glnda just enjoys the sex, her tongue protruding from her open mouth as she draws air through it. "Yeeesh..."
It doesn't take much longer before Glynda starts coming, and once she does, she doesn't stop easily, her pussy milking your dick with every spasm and twitch her body is undergoing only to be catapulted straight into the next one, a chained orgasm wracking her for a good minute or so during which you follow suit, pumping your vampiric baby batter into her.
By the time she's done, the ground underneath you is quite sticky, and she gives you another of her little happy looks over her shoulder. "Why, young man, if you keep this up, I may just need to keep you. I haven't felt this good in ages."
"Oh, surely you're joking... but worry not, in either case I am far from done," you say, getting right back to slowly pumping your hips. "I can keep going all night- literally."
Well, suffice to say that despite your better judgement, you really wanted to try and see just how much Glynda could take. So suffice to say, you did not stop for the better part of the next two hours, relentlessly pounding away at Glynda's pussy and proving that she, indeed, can faint from too much sex.
"Too... much... good..."
"I know, Glynda, I know." Watching her just slump down, you fire one last load, slowly pulling yourself out for the first time in... a while, and realizing you may have made a tactical error here.
"Now how do I get you back to your place without any idea where that place is? Without letting anyone see you..."
This might be a tougher challenge than you expected.
Having left a short note at Ozpin's door (carrying those post-it notes everywhere with you was bound to come in handy) and deposited Glynda safely within the apartment near campus of hers Sarah found out about for you (you don't think she's there often, but you left her a note of her own anyways), you returned to the mansion, having noticed the setting of the sun while you were busy with all of this.
You don't know why, but Sarah said something about instating a curfew for you, so you went ahead and just came home before she could get worried or anything.
Anyways, a bit of the usual miscellaneous chores later- things like making sure Okita is moving around every now and then (undeath means she can just be a corpse for hours on end without growing bored of it) and railing a couple women that showed up to say good evening, aka wives and daughters of important people being thirsty again, like every weekend, you find yourself coming to eat dinner with everyone, as even Okita was shaken out of her usual stupor by you.
The conversation over various types of food turns this way and that, from Blake's insistence that she doesn't have a thing about dogs because of her status as a cat faunus (her 'cattiness', as Ruby calls it sometimes) over to Ren and Nora's recollections of that one time that Wynchester boy you don't really know got his ass kicked by Coco over to Jaune's progress as a genuine huntsman, despite starting out massively weaker than everyone else.
"Jaune is actually getting to the point he can learn something in class instead of being overwhelmed all the time, though he's still getting overwhelmed all the time, but that's alright because he's actually getting remedial lessons and stuff and we sometimes take a couple breaks to help him train while we're at it anyways, but-"
You stop Nora from talking by shoving a rolled-up pancake into her mouth, taking pity on the boy who looks like he's considering getting some gravity dust to create a black hole to disappear into.
"What Nora is trying to say," Pyrrha says, patting her teammate's shoulder encouragingly, "is that despite his initial handicap, Jaune has been making great strides."
Ren is shooting you a thumbs up, agreeing with her.
"Yeah, maybe... I just still feel like I'm always going to be a couple steps behind," the blonde boy says, avoiding eye contact with everyone present. "I haven't even figured out my semblance yet, have to be the first student in Beacon's history to attend without one."
Bets that Pyrrha will ask for help? You ask Sarah telepathically.
Sucker's bet, that.
"Actually, Gabriel, I was wanting to ask- I didn't want to waste your time, but I think team NRVA could really use instruction from an experienced huntsman like yourself at some point," your redheaded lover says. "I also just always wanted to be on this side of things for one, though, I'll admit, even beyond trying to do my best as a team leader."
Well, what else can you do but agree at that point? "Alright, if you think your team could use it, I don't mind taking a couple of hours," you shrug as you announce the good news. "Now, whatever shall I do with you..."
Somehow, your happy, casual and not at all malevolent smile drives fear into everyone present. For some reason.
Huntsman combat, by its very nature, is unpredictable and has to stay flexible to keep up with the many kinds of threats they face, both in terms of the creatures of Grimm they are meant to confront and any hostile humans (or faunus, though the distinction is still kind of lsot to you) they may need to fight.
Hence, practiced single movements like you know from the many, many people you ate that trained with weapons for one reason or another just do not quite work for the practice of future huntsmen and huntresses like team NRVA. Instead, as you soon find out, they are more geared towards simply improving flexibility, stamina and strength through various stretches and exercises, all of which you never would have bothered with considering your vampirism means you already got all of that down much better than a human ever could without any real way to improve based on exercising, alongside with aura practice and simply sparring against each other frequently, both to get better in a fight and to become familiar with each other's fighting styles.
A big part of the classes Glynda teaches are actually just having students figth each other, then analyze those fights. Not everything she does, of course, but a significant part.
What this means for you is that, beyond accessing certain memories of a few training coaches among the splicers you chowed down on back in Rapture, you can't really help them with their physical training regimen, just giving them a couple new exercises to cycle into their pre-existing routines and making sure none of them are hurting themselves on accident.
In terms of aura, you actually can give them a few tips, mostly boiling down to doing things how they feel right for themselves, simply due to just how individualistic aura can be- some people find it easier to do one thing over another, others just have this one 'technique' they figure out for themselves and really go ham with, and so on.
You yourself tend to just easily do whatever you want to with it, leading you to suspect you may just be a genius with aura... though it's really hard to pin that kind of thing down, really.
By comparison, Ren, while having trouble using his aura protectively beyond the usual forcefield protecting the user, having extreme difficulties hardening against impacts and the like, can use it to strengthen himself just fine, whereas his fine control is fairly good, allowing him to do a few really cool things like the aura ripple you can also do, so you just show him a few ways you use similar tricks and leave him to practice.
Nora is shit at fine control, though she doesn't seem to particularly care, simply using her above average talent in terms of body strengthening thanks to her aura to hit things with her hammer. Harder.
Pyrrha is somewhat of an allrounder like you, though you suspect that to be more a matter of long and intense training than anything else, while Jaune actually turns out to be pretty good at defending himself as a sort of opposite to Ren, his lacking stabiliy and reflexes the only thing between him and being a proper meatshield.
That and, as you found out after some review, his weapon. You don't want to talk about it badly, but comparing the ability to have a shield and a sword with Pyrrha's shield and sword/spear/rifle... yeah, he may want to look into upgrades at some point.
Still, there's actually more to using a shield than holding it between you and the things trying to hurt you, and so you spend some time showing him how to use it to deflect rather than outright block, just to avoid having to take the brunt of an attack's force while blocking, and have the team run a few simpler aerial drills you made up on the spot, having them move through the trees' branches and jump around without losing their momentum.
You can tell Nora, Ren and Pyrrha are having a lot of fun, even if two of those don't show it, while Jaune is actually getting use to navigating under the kinds of circumstances you expect them to be able to fight.
That and lots and lots of fighting practice, with you actually pairing off Jaune with Nora just because both of them can learn something from it, Nora getting some more control over her hammerwork and Jaune getting that deflection practice in.
And, of course, you went ahead and summoned a couple more Carmillas, to serve as additional assistant teachers and keep the kids busy while you're occupied with any one of them. Keeping them powered with fresh aura is a bit of a chore, but hey, you're getting in some nice practice yourself this way.
They left their copy of the minion at Beacon at her request, actually. Something about spending time with the maids? You didn't really ask.
Agent Sweetiepie was on the loose! Today, she was continuing her usual infiltration work, cunningly and stealthily gathering information for her master from where she'd secretly inserted herself into the life of her targets!
She also burped because of how nicely her tummy was being rubbed by the mute icecream girl. In secret!
She even stole important evidence from them she could then use to blend in even better, allowing her to become part of the criminal organization they had built up before her very eyes and take it over, ultimately taking control of first it, then her creator, then the WORLD! MUAHAHAHA!
"There you are, you little pest," Roman said, the annoying man striding up to where Sweetiepie was lying in the upturned bowlerhat and receiving her nightly aura infusion. "Stop stealing my hat already!"
"It's my hat now! I barfed in it, that means I own it!" She proudly declared, flying up to eye contact height.
"Ugh, you know, if any of your excretions didn't smell of sweets, I would be seriously annoyed by that. Neo, do make sure to keep your pet in line for me, would you?" The ginger said, flipping the hat he was stealing from her around and waving it about a little.
The damnable thief!
Neo just nodded, grabbing for Sweetiepie... but before she could catch her, the wonderfully awesome fairy performed a perfect, complex maneuver through the air, coming to a stop right before her target, that being Roman's face.
Absolutely no screaming, flailing, nearly barfing nor wildly somersaulting was involved, of course.
"Aha! I have you now, thief! The hat is mine!" Using her great and terrible powers, Agent Sweetiepie created a weapon most sharp to smite the ruffian with, holding it so it could reflect the shine of the warehouse's lamp just right.
"... Is that a knife made of candy?" Roman asked in disbelief of her sorcerous powers, giving it a lick. "Huh, it is!"
When he took it from her, she had to let him know the extent of his mistake, of course. "Noooooooo! Stop iiiiit!"
Neo, being the unfaithful pet owner that she was, just finally grabbed for Sweetiepie where she hung in the air, a finger disappearing under her magical fairy dress.
"Oooh..." No, this wasn't right! Even if the way the little traitor's fingernail was teasing her down there just right! "I will have my reveehenge..."
"Aaanyways, let's just keep going, Neo. We have a busy night ahead of us."
Right, she should show 'em... But how would she... Oh, right! The master! She could tell him where they were going and to rescue her from the clutches of evil, just as soon as she was done marking the girl's finger with her scent!
Inside a certain soul palace, a certain semblance avatar began to bob in the air, endlessly repeating the same two words. "Hey! Listen! Hey! Listen! Hey! Listen!..."
Truly a foolproof plan of the great Agent Sweetiepie!
Receiving the report of the sweets fairy avatar inside your soul, you hum to yourself, considering how to approach the situation. On the one hand, you do have Okita right on hand, which means you have more than enough sheer firepower available on a dime, but on the other hand, you also do have Okita right on hand, which means any more diplomatic approaches are liable to fail immediately simply through her sheer presence.
So, one Roman Torchwick and 'Neo', as you have found out through your minion her current 'owner' is called, are currently busy conducting a series of robberies, two of which are planned for tonight, using several hired goons Roman got from somewhere to essentially shake down several dust shops in quick succession for a while now.
You can't imagine why; she noted they don't even take the money, but why else would you rob a place like that? For the dust? Screw that shit, that can't be right, who in their right mind would deliberately get a bunch of dust?
But no, all joking aside, something is obviously unusual about these heists, and you suppose you may as well go and have a little talk with them by this point- whether Okita will help or not is open, you suppose.
"... You alright?" At Okita's question, you tilt your head, giving her a questioning look. "You were like me for a bit."
Like he- oh, staring into nothing for extended periods of time. "Don't worry, I was just thinking. Anyways, Okita, what do you think about going over there to talk to a few people?"
"... Can we go eat ice cream afterwards?"
"Of course we can, I'd always love to eat ice cream with you."
Her happy little smile makes it completely worth it.
Of course, with the information gathered by your minion over these past few weeks, you can find the warehouse Torchwick seems to be using as a base of operations rather easily, a dark and dreary place filled with crates upon crates of dust.
Dust ammunition, dust crystals, dust vials... any kind he could find, apparently. The building also isn't really set up for comfortable habitation, unlike your old lair back on Earth Bet; a bunch of bunk beds in one room and a pair of actual, but largely featureless bedrooms are all that you find in terms of accommodations, having simply shadowed your way inside right through the front door.
Fun fact, the lock was pretty easy to open for Okita thanks to the spare key you found in one of the bedrooms.
They did, thankfully, have a couple of fridges around, and so you can waste a good hour or so just sitting on various surfaces as you make out with Okita, eating their food and keeping busy kneading various parts of your lovely companion.
When the little raiding party returns, you, naturally, see it coming not quite miles away, but still easily through the walls, the blood signatures of a bunch of people coming closer easily discernable from afar. As thus, you do your best to make yourself presentable, taking off your shirt and throwing it into a random corner as Okita is sitting on your lap.
"Well now," the suspiciously flamboyant man coming in wearing a white top and a bowler hat you notice smelling weird says, "looks like we have company. And it doesn't even have better manners than you, Neo!"
The girl holding the minion she 'stole' from you pokes a finger under her mouth, as though saying she has no idea what he's talking about.
"Oh come now, Roman, I'm just returning the favor after you crashed my little art event that one time," you say, making sure to keep your hands on Okita to keep her nice and distracted.
And everyone else in one piece by proxy.
"Oh, now I remember, that one washed up artist with too much recognition to know how to swing a brush," Torchwick says in that annoying way of his. "Say, how's that business been going the last couple weeks?"
"Oh, that hurts, Roman, you just wounded me deeply," you intone, not even bothering to hide your smile. "Unfortunately, some of us do tend to keep busy every now and then... and speaking of which, you've been quite busy yourself, haven't you? Lots of dust going missing around Vale recently, and And somehow, I happened to stumble straight into a mass deposit of bombs last weekend. Consider my surprise when I found a warehouse filled with dust... that you live in. Anything you'd like to tell me about it?"
"Oh, I suppose I should tell you everything, then? I am the greatest thief of Vale, why would I steal anything? Because I can, of course!"
... Yeah, no, you ain't buying that. "And the reason you don't even bother grabbing the cash while you're at it, I suppose that's also because you just want to make the point you can do it?"
"Precisely, my artistically inclined little friend. The city is running in fear of me, or they will be soon enough," Torchwick announces, though you still do get the distinct feeling he isn't telling you jack shit.
"Mhm, and that's why you had the dust turned into bombs, then? You're looking to branch out into terrorism, maybe strike up a rivalry with the local White Fang?" Oh, that one struck deep, you can smell it. "Because it sounds to me like you're working with someone, and that someone has plans I would very much prefer to know about in advance, Roman."
Torchwick sighs, doubly so, you imagine, at the way Neo stretches her tongue out at him while pointing at one close eye, as if to say 'I told you so'. "Alright, you got me, Mister Detective, I may or may not be working with a third party. That's all you're getting out of me, though."
"Oh well, in that case," you say, giving him the most unimpressed smile you can muster, "how about you, Neo? Anything you'd like to tell me about who Roman is working for?"
Neo tilts her head with an innocent smile, wiggling her body a bit. So she wants incentives, then.
"You help me along, I'm giving you access to my fabulous rooftop pool with heating and jacuzzi functions. You don't, I'm reabsorbing that fairy and you can see about getting your own sweets."
"So that's where the damn little critter came from," Roman says, glaring at the fairy in question. "It keeps stealing my stuff!"
Neo just gives you an evil look before huffing, pressing your minion between her breasts. Holding out a hand, she waves it a little, gesturing for Torchwick, herself, at one of the dust crates nearby and then holds it over her eyes.
"So whoever you're both working for is having you steal the dust, but you have no idea what for, beyond the bombs?" You clarify, getting a happy nod in return.
"Neo!" The pink- and brown-haired girl just gives Torchwick an unimpressed look, poking your fairy's head. "No, really, Neo! You can't just tell him everything!"
Just in that moment, voices drift in from outside the main floor, from the minions that apparently came with Roman. "Uh, boss? Everything okay in there? Can we unload the dust we're storing here in unsafe conditions for some reason nobody is telling us?"
"You can't just say it like that, Hank!"
"Look, we've all seen the news, you gotta be careful with this stuff!"
Torchwick looks almost aggressively exasperated. "Look, I don't really care what you do when you run around playing the investigator here, but I'd much prefer not getting myself killed over here, so please just fuck off and never tell anyone about what you know before things have to get uncomfortable, hm?"
"Look, Roman," you offer, "you guys really aren't enemies of mine... just working for someone that may or may not be, which happens to be a... precarious position to be in. So how about you just take a step back and consider your options here, hm?"
Massaging Okita's thighs to keep her calm and placid, you wave a hand towards him. "I'm not asking you to betray your current employer, whoever they are, I just want to point out that maybe, keeping your options open might just pay off down the line, yeah?"
"Mhmm... Alright, you know what, color me interested," the flamboyant thief says, waving his cane around in response. "What, exactly, would such an arrangement entail for both of us?"
"Oh, nothing big for the time being. You just report to me on your current employer's plans and actions- even if what you can tell me is much less than either of us would hope for- and in return, I ensure that, when things get too hot and they inevitably try to destroy Vale for some stupid reason, you don't croak it like a two-bit thug just as soon as your sudden but inevitable betrayal happens," you lay out, grinning at the man. "In the meantime, you are fairly safe so long as you don't fuck up communications and I know exactly what I have to work with."
By the end of your proposal, Roman's smile is as wide as yours. "Oh, now you're speaking my language... Just don't expect me to actually follow through if it doesn't look like you will come out on top in the end," he warns. "But yes, I would very much enjoy a chance to stick it to that bitch a little, if she wanted loyalty she should've paid better. So suppose you-"
"Boss?" Hank makes himself heard again. "You need any help in there?"
"Don't worry Hank, it's all under control," he calls back. "Now where were we? Right, the woman bossing us around right now is called Cinder, no last name she ever said where I heard it. She has two henchmen of her own, silver-haired kid named Mercury and a little sycophant called Emerald, black skin, green hair. She's been sitting in my neck about all the dust in Vale- literally all of it, for a plan fo some sort she refuses to tell me more about..."
Neo, looking up at Roman, is giving him a very, very smug grin, so you join in, of course, smugging at him as much and as hard as you can.
"Oh damn it, how many psychopathic killers cna there be in one town all knowing where I live?" He asks, playing the part up. "Neo! Why don't you go ahead and help our little minions out?"
She gives him the middle finger and disappears from sight, though you continue to keep track of her through your bloodsight.
"Now, unless you have anything else to discuss, would you mind terribly if I got back to work? Preferrably without you and your pet hanging around in plain sight of the minions."
"See," you say, pulling out your scroll and pulling up the app that lets you share numbers with people by pointing it at theirs, "I knew you were smart. It's why I even bothered talking to you instead of just eating everyone and calling it a day."
And with that, you call upon your mightiest weapon of all even as you blast your aura; requesting a teleportation from Sarah, who has been leaning back and watching stuff inside your control room all along. Showing up to her side, you give her a smile, pretending you are still sitting on a crate of dust with Okita on your lap through sheer stubbornness and immense physical strength, the muscles in your legs going to 100% without notice.
"Can we go have fun now?" Okita asks from where she's looking up at you, pouting. "I'm booored."
Smiling, you stroke her hair a little. "Want to go eat some ice cream?"
"Yes."
Your little break with Okita went quite nicely, eating some ice cream and just walking around together while holding hands, which she seems to enjoy, culminating with you feeding her a couple people at the edge of the shopping district, funnily enough.
Still, before long you're back in your mansion, sitting down with Sarah for a moment. "So, people that are about to suffer for making you wait. Who are we talking about, and how much should they regret being born?"
Smiling, your little sister shakes her head, pulling up a few files on her scroll and tildting it for you to see. "There's a few people, but just remember this is mostly meant to send a message. You don't have to kill anyone, unless you'd like to."
Sarah, having declared she is running an 'experiment', has decided your targets for this wonderful night; apparently, one businessman in particular has been something of a stumbling block for her plans to expend her little network of businesses and suppliers throughout Vale, resolutely refusing to get with the program and sell a couple of integral shares for fair enough prices.
His weakness? A wife and daughter he apparently loves deeply despite how enormously bitchy they are, treating him as a walking talking purse and slave, pretty much. It's high time, then, that someone comes by to perform some good old family counseling the hard way, via repeated percussive thrusts, in their case.
Aka rape them after telling them their husband pissed off the wrong people.
You would have suggested you just go and threaten the guy, but Sarah was insistent, to the point you're pretty sure it's kind of a fetish thing for her. But, well, it's Sarah. You're all up for it.
So, Brittany and Valentina, mother and daughter going on their nightly shopping trip. Finding the right video camera to hook into takes Sarah less than a minute, and soon you have visual on them.
Yeah, looking just as snooty as expected. Only question now is, how are you going to approach this?
"Back up a bit, do they have a chauffeur or something?" You ask, already thinking about how you could do this. "Would be the easiest way to bring them to any place of our choosing."
Sarah just switches cameras, showing you a bored-looking guy sitting in a luxury car of some kind, playing on his scroll. "You're in luck, they do have a driver and they aren't expected to be back for half an hour at least. Want me to teleport you over near him while I figure out 'accommodations'?"
"Sure, let's get right to it," you agree, your sister already entering a set of coordinates in the teleporter's monitoring system. Before long, you're standing in an alley right next to the parking lot, swiftly melting into shadow as you take stock of your surroundings.
With a few instructions from Sarah, you easily find the place you were just watching, quickly shadowing across the parking lot and pushing into the car through the gaps in the doors, positioning yourself in preparation for your strike.
Once Sarah gives you the okay, having looped the cameras for a couple minutes, you come out of shadow form, popping up in the back seat and drawing your claws around the chauffeur's arms, the twenty-something young man surprised and unable to react as you show up from behind him, a quick bite into his neck breaking skin and actually catching on his spine, the fast bloodsucking effect of your bites triggering and seeing him dead within moments all without the chance to scream.
It so very much does come in handy.
Using your hemokinesis to slurp down any of the spilled blood you can find, you quickly fiddle with his clothes, getting the uniform off of him even as you employ one of your less-used powers, your features and body morphing to imitate him, brown hair, softer features, a bit smaller than yourself.
Though you do consciously avoid growing smaller in the downstairs department, because fuck that.
Now? Now all you have to do is change clothes inside the car and hide the body, which is ironically easier as the latter only requires you to cast a quick spell and push it inside your shadow, while the former is kind of a bitch to do.
You ready yet?
Just a moment!
Once done, you merely imitate the posture the chauffeur originally had going, playing with his scroll as you review what he knew and how he interacted with his employer's wife and daughter.
Sarah, in the meantime, can return the cameras to normal functionality.
Lave had always been a bit of a special case; he just didn't really quite get how people were supposed to work. That wasn't to say he was incapable of working with others, just that he was as liable to try to murder them as he was to be their friend.
That said, he could learn how to do simple things, such as what was required of him to drive people around. Just wait in the car, bring them to the address they told him, boom. No muss, no fuss and only minimal stabbing with the couple of knives he always had on hand.
He eventually got good enough at acting normal that people hired him specifically to drive them around, becoming a chauffeur and putting his 'other' talents to good use, from coming to threaten and stab people as his clients needed him to to his actual work of driving them around.
Heck, he actually got good enough at driving people commented on it, which he thought was a good thing.
Nobody even asked about the smell in his cellar anymore once he moved to the new place, nor where that one neighbour that'd never shut up about stupid shit had disappeared to after that one time he'd been in a car accident. Progress.
Currently, he was driving around these two really loud chicks he was thinking about introducing to his basement, buuut... they did ask him to wave something sharp in the faces of people that were usually much quieter once he was done with them, and they even got him a couple women he could have fun with for weeks before disposing of them, so they would live, for the time being.
Only for Lave to never see the guy that would put him into a much larger basement coming...
Well, this guy was pretty autistic if you've ever seen someone on the spectrum. Also kind of a serial killer, which is more interesting; specifically in that you may be able to blame several 'disappearances' on this guy at some point simply by putting a few body parts into his basement, where... a lot of his former victims' pieces are.
That aside, a bit of searching his memories and looking at him act inside your inner world are perfectly sufficient to let you imitate the guy, not that he looks hard to impersonate; just keeping yourself in monosyllables is perfectly enough.
The wait until your targets arrive takes just a little bit, mostly spent with you searching the CCT (and chatting with Sarah) but unfortunately not actually finding anything you would even consider 'illegal' while acting under none other than Lave's identity. Too bad, but alas, duty calls all too soon in the form of two bitches walking towards the car you're in.
"And, like, that cashier was such a little bitch," Valentina, the blue-haired daughter, says, taking a seat behind you. "Did you see his face when I told him to shut up? Gosh, if they hire people like that, no wonder nobody pays."
"Totally," the blonde mother, Brittany, agrees. "Too bad nothing keeps open after midnight, but I will just have to go back to your limp-dicked limpet of a father instead of doing anything that actually matters. Did you see that horrid Blues woman?"
Oh, hey, you remember fucking someone with that last name.
"Yeah, like, that dress? With those shoes? The fuck does she even think she is?"
Yeah, you're getting a feeling why Sarah told you to just rape these two and be done with it. You kind of don't want to even bother, just go eat their money-dispenser and do things the hard way instead, but hey, Sarah asked you to do this, you're doing it.
No matter how much you're reconsidering just getting into a vehicular accident just from their horrible, high-pitched voices alone...
"Hey, are you driving properly?" Valentina asks a few minutes in, actually realizing the unfamiliar surroundings as you take them to a part of Vale they've likely never been to before.
Ironically, also pretty close to a few of the warehouses the company all of this is about uses, according to Sarah.
"Yes, ma'am," you reply in a terse tone of voice, keeping to the right all according to the map Sarah thought at you.
"So then, where are we? Like, I don't recognize and of these buildings and stuff," she questions.
"Does it matter?" Her mother asks, Brittany not giving a shit. "Anyways, so once I saw her, the bitch went completely red and..."
Yeah, one thing you're looking forwards to is making these two shut up for just a moment. Don't get you wrong, you aren't the type of person that gets super pissed at someone for the smallest thing, and if someone has an unfortunate voice, they're probably born with it and can't help it, but fuck if those two aren't incredibly grating.
It doesn't help they just keep on blabbering about the same shit nonstop, and you think you've been listening to a couple conversations they've just been cycling between since before they got into the car, endlessly repeating the same things over and over again.
All of a sudden, you reconsider using the power of the new soul you overlaid (because of course you did that) to just phase them through the car right into an early grave, but hey you're nearly there yay.
Okay, now how do you get these two into the warehouse you just parked in front of?
"Hey, so like, are we supposed to go in there?" Brittany asks, fingering the car's door.
... You can't believe it's this easy, but... "Yes, ma'am."
"Well, like, okay," Valentina asks, "but if something happens I'm blaming you."
Oh, she's free to blame Lave.
The doors, as you know, are unlocked, thanks to a quick visit by Nora with the keys, having been in the area anyways and receiving them through a quick teleportation, and so you soon find yourself in an empty warehouse with nothing but yourself and two idiotic bimbos on hand.
... You know, that kind of reminds you of that one time in high school, when-
"So, like, what are we doing here again?" Brittany asks you. A good question, sweetie.
Dropping the guise of the taciturn driver, you look at Brittany. "Your husband pissed off the wrong people, so now you two have to pay."
With that, you begin tearing at the older woman's excuse for actual clothes, bringing her top's shoulder straps down to reveal her round breasts and sending her into a screaming fit. "You little shit, let go of me right now!"
"... No," you reply, pushing her against the nearest wall to free up your hands to work on her bottoms, the cloth easily ripping before your strength to reveal her bare, hairless pussy, tanned skin and puffy lips included.
"I'll fucking kill you and-" Next you open your pants' zipper, stroking your growing erection a little. "-that's a huge cock."
"It is." You think you get why Okita is like this all the time, it's kind of fun. Nevertheless, you pull the woman struggling against your grip towards you by her wrist, taking hold of her hip with the other hand.
"You can't do this, I will have-"
"You will get fucked like a good little slut," you interrupt her, not even bothering to hold her in place anymore as you take your dick in hand, angling yourself a little so you can just push forwards, her pussy easily admitting you inside. "See, your daughter is waiting for her turn like one, too."
It's true, Valentina just leaning back against a wall and watching. "We're, like, gonna get fucked 'cause daddy fucked up, right?" She shrugs. "Could be worse."
"No, Val, you have to go get help!" Her mother says as you start thrusting and backing her against the wall, her request ringing hollow what with her gasping and not really trying to stop you anymore, instead spreading her legs a little to give you better access once her back hits the warehouse's bare concrete.
"And miss the show? No way?" At this point, you take a proper hold of the whore you're fucking, properly starting to do just that. "See, you're wetter than a waterfall, mom!"
"That's, aah, not impooortant!" The blonde mother protests, indeed sopping all over your dick at this point, her eager cunt taking as much of your length as it can get. The two of them continue to bicker back and forth a little longer, until you eventually come, not really having paid attention to the moans of her climaxes until then.
Then, you just have to turn her around, of course, pushing her upper body towards the wall while you poke your wet head against her pucker.
"GET AWAY FROM MY ASS!" She screams, only for you to laugh and press right on in, a croaked moan the only thing she can bring out in response to what you're doing.
"Ooh, kinky!" Valentina says, the blue-ette having gone over to massaging herself through her clothes. "When's my turn?"
"... Actually, what's your opinion on incest?"
Long story short, you soon have the daughter's help in raping the mother... and soon thoroughly fuck her just as well, of course, and all of this is being recorded by the various cameras Nora set up throughout the warehouse earlier on Sarah's orders.
You'll have to do something nice for her later.
Anyways, at the end of things, you have two women that can hardly walk, are oozing your cum from their lower ends and loads of wonderful footage Sarah can do with as she wills.
Speaking of which...
"So, that was a gainful experiment," your sister says, going over the footage. "It doesn't seem to be automatic unless you actively desire to do it, or it might just be a matter of how motivated you are..."
"If I knew what 'it' is, I might actually be able to give answers, you know," you shrug, leaning back in your seat even as she sits on your lap.
"Oh, right! I was actually trying to gather data on your ability to fuck people silly even if they should be able to ignore the pleasure," Sarah explains.
"Well, in that case, it seems to be a mix of my intent, the amount of time and effort I entend to invest and just skill."
"That's bullshit and you know it!"
'Drowsily waking up, Jake twitched, realizing he was hanging upside down, completely naked and his arms tied behind his back. Blinking his sleep out of his eyes, he tried to take a look around, finding he was in some kind of wooden room or hut.
"There you are," he heard Bella talking, coming into his view upside down as he was. "We've been waiting for you to get up."
"Mgh," he made in reply, his mouth gagged with something and unable to formulate any actual words.
"Aww, poor baby wants to use his mouth wrong," Chloe said, also stepping before him... and, as Jake saw, completely naked beneath the waist, her muscular legs and glistening lower lips in full sight. "Guess why you're here?"
"It has come to my attention," Bella said, speaking over the rougher girl, "that some of the wolves near the city have shown interest in you. This is unacceptable, so me and Chloe are going to mark you in a way the mutts can understand."
Chloe grinned, fiddling with something at the back of Jake's head. "What she means is we're about to have some fun~!" Taking the ball gag he could now see out of his mouth, she stepped forwards, pressing her faintly smelling crotch against his face before he could react. "Now be a good boy and get to lickin'!"
Feeling her hands at his against his will rapidly hardening cock, stroking and squeezing it, he could hear her smile grow to show teeth. "Wouldn't want us to get rough with this bad boy up here, would we?"
She was getting painfully rough with it already, so Jake pushed his tongue out, trying to lick her lower lips but almost immediately tongueing her love canal. "Ooh! Such a good boy!" And with that, Chloe began returning the favor, kissing and fellating his tool and always making sure to let him feel just a hint of teeth to make sure he kept going.
"Honestly," Bella sighed, taking her own pants off, "this is why I just keep away from wolves. So barbaric." And yet, jake was quite sure he would not escape anytime soon, and would have to be with both girls several times before they let him go.
He repressed a shudder, perfectly aware many guys would do anything to be in his place, but just terrified of getting his dick bitten off if he didn't do this right. This, he thought, this was what a fear boner felt like, even as he wished he could hug the tanned thighs framing his face.'
Almost exactly cribbed from Ninjas of Love, from that one 'training' scene, just with reversed genders. You don't think you could get any more direct without literally copying that stupid book in your own.
"What I'm trying to say is," Yang says as she paces around the room, "we're a team, and we get along fine enough in that context, but... that's kind of all that connects us overall, and I guess I just kind of worry that isn't enough."
Sitting on what you suppose is your usual Yangtalk couch, having led her to the same room as last time she was worried and wanted to talk, you shrug a little. "Wouldn't have thought you'd be the romantic type, looking for deeper feelings like that. Have you considered having sex with the others?"
"Ugh, Gabe, Ruby's my little sister," Yang objects for some reason.
"So?" You rightfully question. "Didn't stop me doing the same with my little sister, and we get along better than ever. She just got a little clingy, but nowhere near as bad as when she was a kid."
"Ubuhbububu!" The blonde makes, shaking herself. "Way too much information, Gabe. And for your information, no. Just no. First off, I'm not really into girls like that, and even if I were, Ruby would be the very last person I'd get frisky with."
You vaguely wave a hand, again. "Your prerogative. But anyways, I don't really think you need to rush this kind of thing, yeah? Friendship isn't like sex or love, it needs time and care to grow, unless you use either to supplement it. Just go and live with them for a while, really, you're already on the right track."
Taking a seat on one of the padded armchairs opposite you, Yang holds her head in one hand. "I get that, but... I don't think you really grasp the issue here. Me and Ruby know each other well enough, but that just means we're kind of building up a barrier between us and the other two. Weiss is still having trouble getting used to not everyone being richer than rich and Blake... is kind of keeping her distance? It feels like she's afraid of letting any of us in, and her hangups about being a faunus arent helping."
Huh. "Really? I'd have thought her of all people would be the first to try and just treat being a faunus like something completely normal."
"Yeah, I kind of didn't want to address it even, but I think Weiss is trying to go out of her way..."
"Here, take this," Weiss said, pushing a bottle of shampoo at Blake.
"What is this?" The faunus asked, looking at the label. "Faunus ear shampoo? For sensitive fur?"
"You have to take proper care of your fur, it tends to get scraggly when you're stressed."
"I don't need you to pay attention to my ears!"
"Well, sometimes, the people being discriminated against are the ones that see it the most after some point," you ponder. "She's probably just prickly about the whole thing after spending a significant amount of her life struggling with the whole being a faunus thing."
"Yeah, I get that, I just kind of wish we could all work together as a team even outside of huntress stuff" Yang laments. "As it is, we only really know the most superficial things about each other outside of the sibling bond thing. It all just kind of... doesn't help, you know?"
"Honestly, just go and talk to them about these kinds of things. Get to know your teammates if you feel you should, make them talk stuff like that out between each other. If Blake feels like she has to be protective of her ears, fluff them until she gives up." There, comprehensive advice on how to work with people in an organizational structure that you have to actively maintain.
Turns out all that practice you got at doing the bare minimum of that one thing for the Crypts actually came in handy here.
"Yeah, probably," Yang agrees, nodding her head. "I just wanted to make sure I'm not overreacting or anything. Or stepping on Ruby's feet."
"Ah, because of the team leader thing?" You do get that, though then again none of the girls ever seemed to be bothered with effectively taking control of the gang. "Don't worry, I'm sure your sister will appreciate the support. It's a team, not a dictatorship, right?"
"Right," Yang agrees, looking faintly relieved. "So, uhh... anything else new for you lately?"
Is she trying to do small talk? "Well, I completed a little side project I've been working on together with my sister last week, and a personal one is about done, so thats something I'm pretty happy about," you ponder aloud, "though I've been a little too busy with everything that's going on lately to just step back and do some good old arting."
"Art-ing?" Yang snorts. "Is that a word?"
"It's enough of one for me."
It's time for one of these little game nights slash evenings slash afternoons you like to make a thing out of, with the kids around and happy to spend time doing something that isn't directly connected to risking their lives against the genocidal monsters out there.
Come to think of it, it's been a while since you've seen any, hasn't it?
Anyways, Yang mentioned she's heard about this super cool game, so now you're trying it out. "It's pretty new, but apparently it's based on stories about this one Grimm that can possess people, or something," she's telling the group as everyone's scrolls are downloading the files.
The starting screen also contains a quick reference towards IronCock, actually, with a mention of the 'first generation of independently created superior games' on the side. Looks like someone was inspired to make their own game by yours, which, hey, you sure won't complain about.
Still, before long, it's time to be a little grey bean and begin eliminating other beans all around this simple airship design.
You will, of course, blame everything on Weiss. Or maybe Ruby. Time to jump out the hatch.
"Jaune! It was Jaune, I saw it all!" Ruby says as soon as the meeting is called, wiggling in her seat. "He lured Yang into the cockpit and used the emergency exit to murder her!"
"Wha- no, I didn't! Ruby's lying! She's the imposter!" The blonde boy argues.
"I will have my revenge!" The little reaper screams, completely lying, of course. You know she's an impostor, because surprise, so are you.
"So, I don't know about you guys, but I think I'll trust Ruby about this," you say. "I saw her follow Jaune around, so I'd guess you were trying to confirm things?"
"Gabriel, it's you, isn't it?" Pyrrha accuses a couple of executions in.
"I would never murder anyone in this room," you declare, completely talking past the point. "Well, maybe except if anyone tried to murder me or anyone else around the mansion first."
Suffice to say, everyone often suggested you be voted out first after that first round, but you managed to keep a lid on that. You may also have convinced a few people that literally saw you grow black tentacles or chomp down on someone that they must have seen wrong and you couldn't possibly have been the impostor.
It's surprisingly fun, though you refuse to ever let Sarah play. She would almost assuredly cheat.
Surprisingly enough, after your repeated invitation towards the end of that little game show of bad life decisions (they literally believed you when you just said you weren't the imposter), the entire group actually headed out along with you, much to Blake's deep, eternal chagrin.
"Don't worry Blakey, we just wanna see what a porn studio is like!" Ruby 'cheers' her teammate up.
Said teammate gives her a gimlet look. "I don't believe you."
Ruby, crossing her arms, just looks out the car's window. "Yeah, well, maybe I want to make sure my teammate is doing alright and not getting into anything over her head," she pouts.
"... I get that, okay? It's just, this is a really intimate thing, and-"
"Blake," Yang interrupts, "literally half of Remnant sees the completed products. I don't think letting us take a look around while you're getting down and dirty is really doing much."
Blake sighs, before rapidly paling. "At least nobody back in Menagerie is seeing any of this."
... Should you tell her about your plans to have a CCTS tower constructed over there? Naah, she'll discover that in her own time.
Kali paced around the desk, her scroll on the ready. Her baby girl's next premiere was going to be soon, and she would murder someone if the signal waned too much to see it by the next few hours!
"Ilia?!"
"Blake?!"
Well, now you know at least exactly why Sarah was grinning so much when she told you she had something planned for your routine visit at OnlyFauns, the two faunus meeting around the backstage immediately going through what you like to call 'sudden reunition syndrome' as soon as they saw each other.
"Ilia, what are you doing here?" Blake asks, eyeing her apparent acquaintance up and down.
"They told me nobody can just come in and see any of the actors unless they're an actor themselves, and security was way too tight to sneak in, so I just applied and they took me immediately, told me to come here today to see you," the apparent faunus with the splotchy skin replies.
"Oh. So, uh, why are you in Vale?"
Looking around suspiciously, Ilia, apparently, narrows her eyes. "I was looking for you, obviously! I heard you just left all of a sudden, I was worried! Also, who are all those people?"
Suddenly realizing that maybe telling everyone she was in the White Fang when she's obviously been keeping mum about it until now, Blake's spine stiffens. "Oh, yeah, so uh, after I left, I stayed in Vale to become a huntress, haha, so these are my teammates and another team we're friends with, and that's Gabriel, he does the whole OnlyFauns thing."
Ilia's eyes gleam the moment she hears that, but you stop anything in that direction from happening by slipping off your top, her words choking in her throat. "So, who's ready to shoot some porn?"
All of this is happening right before teams RWY, all of whom are currently watching on in silence. The best is just about to come in, though.
"Hello, students!" A redhead cat faunus shouts as she opens the door, entirely naked. "Who is ready to work for their grades?"
"Say hello to Professor Pussy, girls," you smile, Ilia's eyes darting between the naked woman with the big tits and yourself as you begin taking off your pants. "Today was supposed to be the continuation of Ninja Kitten Debauchery, but with Ilia signing up, a few plans were changed at the last minute since she wanted to work with someone she knew for her first time."
Fun fact, Ilia is a chameleon faunus, and when she blushes, her entire body's skin turns pink-ish, while the spots she has everywhere become red. You make sure she can see the teasing smile on your face, which has her turn white instead.
"Oh, you're just going to be a treat," Professor Pussy purrs.
The basic setup of what you're doing is pretty simple; a set made up to look like a classroom, with just the desks and everything it needs to look complete with a bit of computer work once you're done filming the important bits.
Blake had a backup uniform she brought for this, and Ilia got one of her own provided by OnlyFauns, both of them perfectly capable of memorizing the text they need to act out for the introductory parts of this video. In fact, Ilia seems to actually really enjoy this, drawing Blake out of her shell a little to boot.
Of course, that whole scene between the students NinjaKitten and Glameleon is somewhat interrupted with the introduction of none other than Professor Pussy, the voluptuous cat faunus very much repeating her earlier introduction as she comes inside the classroom, her bare tits and wet pussy clear to the camera already as she has her top rolled up and wearing nothing but garterbelts, tights and high heels otherwise.
"Wh-what is this, Professor Pussy?" Blake asks, obviously acting out the surprised and apalled young woman going to this 'school'.
"It should be obvious. Both of you are failing your classes because you keep on chatting with each other over listening, so this remedial class is meant to teach you better," she replies, going over to the teacher's desk to take out a series of... implements.
"To this end, I have requested use of my 'teaching assistant' just to make sure both of you pay thorough attention," she continues, this being your keyword to enter yourself, entirely naked and completely erect as you are, your boner jutting into the air dripping with lubricant. "You will find I have him excellently trained."
"Professor, I am not sure I-" Ilia says, genuine trepidation in her eyes as the redhead pushes a ring gag into her mouth, fastening it behind her head afterwards.
"That is your mistake," the good professor intones, "you are not sure. You do not know. You do not think. Well, as you have chosen not to think, your thoughts have been chosen for you, and both of you are to lie bend over your desks, now!"
At their perplexed looks at each other, she slams a fist onto one of their tables, both students twitching to attention. "Now! You either do as you are told, or you are expelled!" Stepping up next to her, you just breathe loudly, eyes deliberately cloudy. "Oh, poor baby, don't worry; you're getting to use your big bad boy soon," Professor Pussy says, stroking your lubricated cock. "I had him pumped full of aphrodisiacs, so don't expect to get off lightly today. Every single lesson you did not pay attention to, you'll have to make up for now."
It takes some hemming and hawing, but before long both students are bent over their tables, legs spread with spreader bars securely fastened to their feet and hands tied behind their backs, a simple rope around their upper bodies keeping them in place.
And the ring gags, of course.
"Now, children, I am going to demonstrate how to handle such a wonderful specimen properly, so pay attention!" Literally leading you by the cock, the lead actress drags you behind the teacher's desk, bending over it herself and taking up the clipboard and a little clock,one knee hefted upwards.
"Come on big boy, take me~!" Wiggling her ass at you, you play your part to a tee, grabbing hold of her and ramming yourself home, immediately jackhammering into her tight pussy as her whole body bends a little to accommodate you better.
"There you, ahh, go, ah, you just take him like, ah, good girlsss!" Professor Pussy hisses, hot walls tightening as her first orgasm of the shoot wracks her body, your merciless fucking never once letting up. "You, hah, just need to open up and, ah, take his cooock!"
Suffice to say, both of you are having a lot of fun right now.
It's always better to have more footage that can be shortened and cherry picked afterwards as necessary, so you continue to make sure the good professor is getting thoroughly fucked, but after about twenty minutes and more orgasms than you can honestly be bothered to count, her insides plastered white with your fluids, she seems to have enough. "Cumm onn, big boyy, time to leeet the students have a gooo."
Obligingly, you pull out, dripping with cum and her fluids this time. Stalking around her desk and towards the 'students', you can see the resigned acceptance in Blake, as well as the steadily grown trepidation in ilia's.
"Go," Professor Pussy says, quickly recovering now that you aren't actively railing her anymore, "make them earn their second chance."
Wordlessly, you step behind Blake, ramming your dick into her without a second though, her equally wordless moans passing through her gag and filling the room. She has done this a few times before, and only become a better fuck throughout, subconsciously pushing her lower body back in your direction as you intrude into her depths, her womb kissing your tip on every thrust as you feel out the other kitty, hands on her shoulders and leaning over her to fuck her as hard as you can.
If Ilia has been changing skin colors this whole time, watching you penetrate Blake has her go into visual meltdown, even as fluids start dripping down her thighs almost plentifully enough to rival what you're doing to Blake, her forcefully spread legs providing no resistance to your rough fuck.
She goes through a couple of orgasms, the slaps of your hips against her butt sounding wonderful throughout the set, before you come yourself, several pulses of seed filling her. As soon as that happens, you pull out, a surprised and dismayed mreoww coming out of her even as you switch targets.
Ilia goes white, but you don't let it stop you, the smaller girl even less able to stop you than Blake as you fill her pussy, incidentally taking her first time as you begin rocking her body back and forth with every thrust.
The next hour or two pass in a flash, repeatedly fucking both girls, occasionally coming around to clean yourself up, using their mouths and throats kept open and accessible by the gags. Ilia's mute glare up at you does, if anything, just grow sharper when Professor Pussy remarks it is technically an indirect kiss, as you do make sure to feed her your sperm after having Blake suck you off, or fucking her in any case.
It's actually pretty cute.
For the big finish, Professor Pussy comes to help you, releasing NinjaKitten and Glameleon from their bars and the ropes that tie them down as well as removing the ring gags, rearranging the two's bodies with only minimal fuss as they don't really look like they're up for moving much.
Using the ropes again, the two end up tied together, facing each other as Glameleon lies atop NinjaKitten. Sliding yourself into one of the pussies before you, fondling thighs and keeping them in place, you note with satisfaction their tongies are getting quite busy up front, sticking out of their lips pressed together as they are and exchanging saliva eagerly.
Rapidly alternating, you make it a point to fuck as hard and as fast as you can when counting in your various strengtheners, including copious amounts of aura, soon driving both girls into rapt ecstasy.
"Mhm, I don't believe you two have learnt your lesson yet," Professor Pussy says, surveying their faces from the front. "Yes, I believe additional remedial lessons are in order, though you may just barely get a passing grade for this one."
Marking something on her clipboard, the camera pans out, soon, as you know, showing an imaginary school, its campus arranged to be vaguely suggestive with the buildings making up the blocky shape of a dicks and balls.
Because hey, you can make that kind of thing classy, if you put your mind to it.
"So!" Ruby says, clapping her hands. "That sure was heartening, huh?"
"I can't believe they just actually kept having sex for two hours," Yang replies, the disbelief in her voice warring with humour. "Just how horny can a single man be?"
You shrug, wiping yourself down with the wet towels supplied at the set. "Hey, I just prefer to get the whole shoot done in one go."
"Are you alright?" Weiss frowns. "Doesn't that chafe?"
"Not as much as you'd think so long as there's enough lubrication, and aura does help with the whole thing," you enlighten her. "Though the rest is indeed just me not ever going down. Turns out it's actually a medical condition I just always took to be normal."
Yang tilts her head, an eyebrow rising. "So wait, you have a permaboner?"
You ignore the shine in Ruby's eyes. "Used to before some recent developments, I can actually make it go down now. But before then, yes, I pretty much always had a hard-on ever since I first started puberty."
Disregarding the conversation for a bit, you grab a couple of additional towels, bringing them over to where the two girls you just fucked unconscious are lying, cuddled towards each other. "Geez, aftercare is important, professor," you say, gently wiping sweat and various other fluids from their bodies.
"Excuse me, that's what I have my big boy for," the cat faunus says, drinking from her bottle of water. "Also, can we get some soft drinks for this stuff, pretty please? A coke would be heavenly right now, and probably for these two when they wake up."
"I'll bring it up, shouldn't be particularly problematic," you shrug in response. "Water was just the default we arranged for back when we started this whole thing."
That and you wouldn't want your porn stars to have any health issues, not that you see that becoming much of an issue anytime soon.
Sex is a lot of exercise, after all.
"Soo, as that seems to be a friend of Blake's, who agrees she should be interogated for any embarrassing stories?" Ruby asks, visibly vibrating as she holds herself back from running in circles with her semblance.
"Sis, give it a rest, they've just met each other again and got marathon fucked by mister incredible over here..."
Yeah, actually getting this team moving back outside the building will be like herding cats, you can see it already. "Come on, you girls have school again tomorrow, gotta get you back to Beacon before curfew..."
"Gabriel, I would like to request a full overview of OnlyFauns' operations, work conditions and budget. Just to assure myself it is administered correctly," Weiss says, looking for all the world like she isn't immensely interested in how a porn label is run.
"You will have to ask Sarah about most of that, she keeps track of the numbers between the two of us... And you still need to get back to Beacon."
Bringing both team RWBY and team NRVA back to Beacon was a perfect guise under which to once again enter the school, seeing you sending them off to their dorms right next to each other (or rather, on opposite sides of the same hallway) and taking a short excursion up a certain wizard's tower.
"Hello, Mister Livsey," Headmaster Ozpin greets you when you come through the door, Glynda not present for this meeting for once. "I must say, I was quite surprised when you asked to speak to me again this week. What can I do for you today?"
"I have come to you today regarding an integral factor in this relationship, Headmaster," you address Ozpin. "So fundamental and important, in fact, the fate of humanity may hinge on it."
"Please, do tell," he responds, back as straight as it's going to be.
"What, exactly, is in the cocoa you drink, and can I have some?"
"Try and take it and I will bring down this entire tower around your ears and make you tear it out of my cold, dead hands," he plainly states, as calm as ever. "I may, however, be convinced to share the recipe of my favorite hot chocolate."
Shaking his head, he breathes out. "Cocoa. What do you even take me for."
Your reaction can be summed up as a shrug. "Fair enough, I just wanted to look into it to see about endlessly replicating the stuff with my semblance. In other news, unless there's been news about Amber...?" You ask.
"Nothing new so far, though she has been stirring every now and then, which I am taking to be a good sign," Ozpin states.
"In that case, all I have to ask about is some aid in establishing a secondary robot construction facility over in Solitas, as well as any schematics I could get in regards to the functioning of the CCTS towers and that soul transfer tech Atlas seems to be dabbling in," you finish.
Ozpin takes a sip from his hot chocolate. "Please do not misunderstand, but while I would gladly grant what you are asking for so long as I am kept in the loop, both Solitas, the CCTS and Atlas' technology would be better discussed with the ones responsible for these respective topics, though I can certainly help you arrange for a meeting with someone in this regard," he says, talking another gulp. "Though, if I might say, certain concessions would likely go a long way towards getting you what you want."
In other words, he appreciated the video, but would appreciate some actual information on what the fuck you've been doing even more.
"How about a tour of the factory? I'm not going to outright share the important blueprints, but a few insights here and there may just be doable," you suggest.
"Very well, let's say next weekend? That should allow enough time for all relevant arrangements," Ozpin asks, eliciting another shrug from you even as he once more drinks from his cup.
"Sounds good, I generally try to keep my schedule open for weekends."
'Jake tried to loosen his binds again, but it was fruitless; not only were they always kept just loose enough not to hurt him, they were frequently tied anew entirely, him never allowed to leave his bedroom.
At least they were feeding him, even if they kept on making it sexual, too.
Speaking of which, Bella was back, the pale girl checking up on the binds to make sure she wouldn't be bothered by the sunlight he knew bothered her. "Hello, Jake, how are you doing today?"
"Mhm," he made through the gag, because of course they kept him quiet even through the soundproofing they had installed.
"Oh, don't be like that, you know this is only until we can be sure you'll behave, hm?" Setting the plastic bottle of water to the side, she pulled down his covers, revealing where his arms and legs were stretched out to accommodate the leather straps bound to every corner of the bed in addition to the simple gag keeping him from screaming for help.
And no clothes aside from those, of course.
"Now," she continued in a whisper, "if you're a good boy and stay quiet, you get to have a drink. If you're not..." All of a sudden, her fingernails extended, the claws coming to ever so lightly scratch along his balls.
Jake just nodded, not really seeing a way out... and he was thirsty enough he was likely going to go along with whatever she demanded, too.
"Good boy." Uncapping the bottle, Bella took a sip before unlatching the gag from behind his back, pressing her incredibly soft lips against his and pushing the water through, feeding it to him.
Despite himself, he eagerly drank the cool fluid, along with her saliva. They really weren't giving their pet enough to drink, he bitterly thought to himself.
This repeated a few times, Jake only ever drinking what Bella passed along via her mouth, before she got bored of this and started undressing, her pale skin and slim belly all Jake saw before he looked away the best he could... not that it stopped her, the naked thing masquerading as a person mounting his body.
"This would all be so much easier for you if you were to just submit," Bella said, a bit of slimy warmth on Jake's stomach letting him know what came next... and despite himself, grow hard, between being a teenage boy and the conditioning he knew they were putting him through.
It didn't take long for Bella to resume feeding him water even as she moved around, shifting until she could take his cock with a triumphant expression.
He hated it. He hated he had no other choice but to give them what they wanted.
Bella was as quiet as always, just slowly riding him in what he supposed she thought was a romantic way, but just ended up driving his fears ever higher, his dick tightly milked by her pussy, lower lips lasciviously spread around his fear boner.
By the time Chloe came, he had come inside Bella twice, the vampire having gotten off him and feeding him more water again, calling him a 'good boy' and patting his head as he tried his best to keep his emotions under control.
"What's that, he's spent already?" The werewolf asked, eyeing his very much not erect cock still wet from earlier.
"You just came too late," Bella said, smugly focusing on Jake instead of paying attention to Chloe. Not that she seemed to disapprove much as a cupboard opened, Jake desperately trying to keep his head out of the game.
Suck that, coach.
So when Chloe came into his field of view, the tanned tomboy waving a purple dildo, he did his best to just keep on drinking. "Now, open wiiide~!"
As she lifted his butt up, something wet and cold prodding his ass, Jake once more just slipped into that state of mind where he let things happen without really feeling anything about them.
All the way to Chloe taking Bella's earlier place, the two that had taken Jake captive and hypnotized his parents into thinking everything was normal fawning over him even as they kept on raping him.'
Mhm, you feel this is a good end point for the book. It feels closed, but leaves you a bit of space to write a continuation should you feel the need, all the while finishing off current character arcs in a satisfying way.
And, of course, being subtle criticism at the way people are wont to consider non-consensual sexual encounters with females initiating as somehow less of a crime, which is unacceptable to you. Rape is always a crime, no matter who does it to whom, and everyone should consider it as such. Especially if you do it, that's half the fun.
Not that you can really empathize, the most you could complain about in this direction being a few times the kindergarten teachers didn't wait for you to develop the concept of consent, and a couple pushier teachers in elementary school... and that school nurse, she really never got enough regardless of what you felt about it.
But it's not like you really objected, and once you hit puberty, Big Gabe downstairs never went down anyways, so every bit of 'help' with that was welcome.
And hey, as long as they don't object, nobody asked where you got your relief from, either, which was why elementary school suited you just fine even without any teachers around.
Anyways, back to your book. This script is technically a summon once you do the finishing touches, which was why you went and wrote all of the notes, rough drafts and finished text within your inner world, sitting in your soul palace's studio.
You will need a title, and to decide whether to publish it under your actual name or a pseudonym of soem sort...
There you go; Dawn: Chained By The Night, an inherently superior title to something as vapid as, say, Ninjas of Love or Construction Workers of Sadness or whatever people may come up with.
Now all you need to do is fill out the space you left for the author's name, that being your own, of course, aaand you're done. You've actually written a book, after all.
Yet another thing you wouldn't have seen yourself doing a year ago, and yet here you are. You'll just have to chalk it up with the rest of those things like the casual cannibalism (which, come to think of it, may or may not count as cannibalism anymore), mass murder and robot armies.
You can't wait to tell Sarah!
Hurriedly breathing yourself out, you take the nearest piece of paper that isn't your post it notes before thinking better of it and casting your shadow travel spell to get to your artsy area, grabbing the paper you have on hand and getting to writing.
Thankfully, with the speeds you can move at while still maintaining a decent level of legibility in your handwriting, it doesn't take all that long and so you soon call Sarah towards your location.
Proudly showing off your work, copied almost one to one from the manuscript inside your soul, you wait for her to read it, your sister being the first person you ever showed your little passion project to.
"This... is actually really good! Aaand you wrote it out of spite against Ninjas of Love, didn't you?" Sarah asks, possessing the same perfect memory you do and totally availing herself to her power's use.
"Maybe yes, maybe no. What do you think about this concept in a vacuum?" You ask. This book is supposed to stand on its own two feet, after all.
Sarah shrugs. "It's a good book with maybe a bit much smut and a powerful message that is only supported by it, I don't see any reason this wouldn't sell."
"Perfect, I'll leave buying or setting up a publisher to you, then!" You say, cheekily, much to Sarah's amused exasperation if you're any judge.
And there damn well better be no better judge of your sister's expressions, or else...
"Sure, Stinky Books Publishing will take care of it just as soon as I rename it to that," she teases you, smiling a happy smile at the sibling banter you're indulging in.
A bit of messing around and putting some red paint on Sarah's cheeks to give her a permanent blush (you're not apologizing) later, you broach the main reason you even bothered your sister instead of, you know, coming to her to grope and cuddle her as you would usually do.
Namely, the idea you brought up with Ozpin, and that needs to actually be discussed and planned out at some point. Another factory over in Solitas, and what it would take to build it.
"In the first place, we have teleporters," Sarah states, your sister demonstratively sitting her plush little butt down on your lap. "What real reason do we have to expand overseas to Frostyland when we could just leave the factory to expand right where it is?"
"Several reasons," you nod at her. "For one, expansion will become more difficult over time, as the robots are actively fighting the Grimm in an ever-expanding area. That means it will inevitably slow down, whereas a smaller factory could use the same amount of resources to grow at a comparably faster rate."
"Mhm, and the real reason? The total amount of metals we can pump into anything at once is still limited, and we both know you don't really give a fuck about what you just said," Sarah cunningly infers, no secret able to hide from her immense wit and sheer big brain energ-
"Stop that, Gabe."
"Oh, alright, the real reason is to have a secondary base we can switch into on demand, because as we know, a certain bunch of Grimm may or may not come to attack our currently only factory," you explain. "Eggs, baskets, all that stuff. Also, as I am assuming we can hook into the CCTS' full functionality once I pull the blueprints out of the noses of whoever Ozpin can get me, it wouldn't really be a different facility as such and more just a spacially divergent part of the first one."
Sarah shrugs. "Alright, so it'd only really be an issue of getting the property and setting the robots up to do the rest."
"... Wait a second, did we set permission flags to let them create more manufactories at their own discretion? Because that sounds a lot like we did," you mention. This has to be made clear.
"Duh, I wasn't going to sign off on each and every single request to build one," your sister says, looking up at you. "Seriously, who has the time?"
In a place not far from the mansion, a churning complex of machinery digs into the earth, rows upon rows of hundreds of manufactories set to work together in perfect unison, each half-scrapped and only retaining the devices and tools it needs to do its part as complete robots are created at a breakneck pace, to continue The Advance at any cost.
No crumb of metal, to piece of stone are wasted, fortifications and artificial tunnels constructed piece by piece to become a maze of hallways and more robots.
The foe was omnipresent, but so were the machines.
"Sure, I was just a little leery about giving robots the ability to build more robots. You know why," you say.
Sarah rolls her eyes, leaning back and wiggling most adorably. "Don't worry, I'm... mostly sure they can't go machine army on us."
"Alright," you agree, and that's that. If Sarah says it, that's how it is. "Now then, where exactly would we best place more robots and machines?"
You and Sarah go over several possible approaches to housing your hopefully well-growing robot army, everything from setting up shop inside Mantle itself to just getting some chunk of land nobody is going to look twice at and letting the robots go ham on it.
In the end, though, Sarah's propensity for actually crunching datapoints and researching obscure details she can combine with her power to get what she needs has both of you take a step back and consider nothing less than an old dust mine not far from Atlas, or Mantle, the two cities being pretty much on top of each other, abandoned after a collapse that left it inoperational and too costly to return to use.
It's just been sitting there ever since, but technically, it's still in the possession of the Schnee Dust Company, and what is owned can be traded.
Of course, actually doing so is going to take some doing, as the SDC is notoriously unwilling to allow even the slightest possibility of any aspiring competitors to surface, but you trust Sarah is going to get them to do it.
Somehow. And using way too much money.
"This is going to take the kinds of cash it takes us a week to get," she whines, even as both of you know she's going to do it, receiving a shoulder massage from you while you're at it.
"I'm sure you can survive this blow to our financial domination of Vale," you cheer her up. "Ice cream?"
Because you never go anywhere without access to it thanks to your little fairy helpers. "... Yes."
Good old Sarah, she never can resist being fed ice cream by you.
Mistral, you ponder idly as you boot up your campaign of IronCock during your flight to the eastern continent, really, truly keeps on being a thorn in your side, as far as these nightly emergency missions go.
Just because it's kind of a pain to get there, at least until you get the full key to how that accursed dust-based CCTS works so you can ride the signal of all four towers, rather than just the local one, and achieve teleportation all over Remnant, or at least the parts with actual civilization that hasn't been swallowed by the neverending hordes of Grimm literally everywhere.
Even right now, several lancers are being shot down by the minigun shooting beams of ionized matter you have your autopilot operate. It's actually getting kind of ridiculous.
Apparently, Grimm all over the world are becoming more active all the time, but new and unknown varieties have been popping up in small numbers left and right, which had Ozpin worried enough he wanted to have eyes on the ground everywhere important, which meant giving you an emergency mission to go and intercept some kind of ancient Grimm over in Mistral, because the local huntsmen apparently can't for some reason.
Hence you playing video games while flying over there.
Getting into place takes a bit, but nobody can really challenge you in the skies, so long as you never slow down enough for any one Grimm to actually come close and keep a distance from any particular danger zones, so it's not like you really need to care about that.
Of course, the trail of burned-down villages and razed forest may disagree with the notion, but hey, who gives a fuck, huh? Except for, possibly, the Grimm currently cutting a couple of people it in two with its pincers, the thing large enough to just reach onto the small vaguely asian town's wall.
So yeah, this might be an issue.
Ah well, while you do usually prefer not to fight things at all (lover, not a fighter and all that), you guess you probably should go and actually hit that thing until it's dead, huh?
Annyoing, with all of the civilians and possible witnesses around, but murdering all of them is probably going to be even more of a pain if it gets out, so let's see about just fighting as is...
Typing in the commands for the autopilot, you open the doors, jumping straight out of your bullhead and aiming for the big scorpiontaur Grimm, diving through the air as you start turning, Last Embrace on both your outstreched arms and aimed straight for your target.
Twisting through the air, you idly consider whether this should be a special attack or something, the Spiral Air Punch maybe. Though then again, you aren't some moron that has to give their moves names to be screamed out like you're a psychopath with severe indigestion at every opportunity, so it'd probably be a wasted effort.
Noticing you coming in, the Grimm does something unusual; it isn't immediately getting ready to attack, it's preparing to block, the clawed pincer-hands coming up to intercept your course even as it hides its humanoid body behind them.
Your response is to use your power to levitate for a fraction of a moment, kicking out against seemingly thin air and sailing straight past that shit, straight through clacking claws and through its attempts at countering your attack, burrowing into the oddly soft body right before the body growing out of the deathstalker.
Only to get stuck.
Yeah, this thing is extremely elastic and soft, meaning you ended up with both clawed arms and thrusting piledrivers deep inside it, but now you have to pull yourself out again, which is kind of a pain to do as you're literally up to your elbows in Grimm stuff.
Making it rather hard to dodge the surprisingly swift thrust of the glowing stinger, bending over its body and stretching out to hit you in the chest, helping to push you out even as it is deflected by your aura.
With a plop, you're out, taking some distance as you reconsider what you've just learned, ignoring the abhorrent screeching of the thing before you waving its pincers around. One, no armor, very soft; two, very stretchy and fast; three, probably smarter than most Grimm simply because of how big and thus old it is.
This is going to be a pain in the ass, you can already feel it.
Alright, this thing is obviously bad news, sooo... you'll just go ahead and get a little distance, jumping back upwards and gathering your aura to summon yourself a little help.
Only for this sonuvabitch to screech as it stretches out its arms, effortlessly continuing the fight and scoring a hard scrape along your front, damaging your pants (that button's a lost cause) and ripping your shirt open in a single aura draining move.
Annoying. Still, you've summoned your minion.
Taking aim, Ostea swings her staff as she flicks her long twintails, spurs of bone growing from them to impact all over the creature you're fighting, exploding into fragments burying deeper into its weird biology, just as you grow your trusty shoulder head, the wolf's sensory organs giving you a second pair of eyes and ears to keep ahead of the situation even while targeting the Grimm scorpion (Grimmpion? Are you allowed to name it as the first to defeat one?) with a concentrated beam of sheer cold, chanting your spell all the while.
"Freeze and shoot!" If there is anything satisfying about this situation, it is seeing the big fucker nailed to the floor by a giant icicle, ramming straight through its insectile body a bit behind the humanoid one. Sure, it then proceeds to turn by 180 degrees, tear the ice out of itself and smash it against the town's wall, but you'll still consider it a moral victory, even if it's already starting to harass you again with that fucking stinger, darting around and smacking you without even trying to sting.
In response, you shrug off your shirt entirely, it's just going to get in the way. Time to get halfway serious, at least.
The Grimm keeps on screeching wildly, a sound that would have a normal person clutch their ears and beg for it to stop, kind of reminding you of dry bone or claws clacking against each other, just repeated endlessly and at all the pitches at once.
It would be disconcerting if you didn't chant magic on the regular, which is a lot like that just less grating and with more all the languages at once mixed in. Either way, you stretch out a hand, calling upon none other than Pinky the Sloth, the minion immediately starting out in its huge form and thundering towards the enormous Grimm, which doesn't actually look all that enormous next to it.
However, despite its bulk and newly thickened skin, Pinky can only hold the monstrosity you're fighting at bay... for a couple moments, the stretchy creature slamming into pink fur as it pushes its pincers into your minion's chest musculature, the tail bouncing around for a moment before hurtling through the air, hitting Ostea and breaking though her midsection, your minion thrown through the air and somewhere on the other side of the town.
Annoying. Again. Still, ignoring the way the Grimm is rampaging down below, you get back to chanting, simultaneously triggering the plasmid you routinely use in situations like this, creating a cyclone trap charged with thunderstorms right underneath your target, keeping it still and from demolishing that wall for the barest of moments. "Freeze water and shoot at my enemy in a glorious barrage!"
Did you mention that ice lance earlier being satisfying? Because this, this is fucking great, one sharp chunk of ice after another hitting as your barrage flies down all at once, actually pushing the Grimm back for a few moments as its screeching roars intensify.
Both the deathstalker body and the humanoid one moving independently, your enemy focuses on you, twitching wobbly movement switched to slow, intent and almost lazy.
Actually, taking a closer look... the black mist that usually escapes a Grimm's body when they're hurt, however minutely, isn't anywhere to be seen. Instead, it almost seems as if...
Yeah, every time you hurt this thing, its tail stinger glows lightly, and it's been changing the way it behaved in small, but in hindsight noticeable ways. Almost as if it was becoming more focused, and physically stron...
Mechanic revealed: For every 10 lost HP, rounded up, Serkevas gains 1 physical damage to its attacks, when driven into a corner, it ???
This this is becoming stronger and dishing out more hurt the more you hurt it, doesn't it? As the now rapidly blinking tail proves, the scorpion Grimm jumping up at you and jamming it into you with greater intensity than ever, repeatedly and very deliberately.
So you let it.
Your blood is splattering all around, the Grimm stinging your arm and torso several times with almost malicious glee a it is forced to land, only for you not to give all that much of a fuck.
You were running low on aura, but, fun little fact, you are also really hard to kill even outside of that, so you just decided to retract your forcefield and take things personally for once.
Okay, this thing just got fucked pretty hard, but you really, really do need it to die before it can do whatever it's about to. To that end, you press out what little aura you have left without depleting it entirely, conjuring one of your most reliable minions in the form of a bondage demon to hold the Grimm in place even as you order Pinky and Ostea to get to work, the latter's long-range shots perfectly sufficient in harrowing your foe even if she is about to run out of aura.
You, on the other hand? Well, you can still jump against the air once before you have to land, and so you do, catapulting yourself straight towards the mutated deathstalker in a single, powerful motion, accidentally tearing open the place where your pants got hit earlier and leaving them behind on your comet-like descent.
For a fraction of a moment, it freezes, as though befuddled and confounded by the suddenly entirely naked huntsman coming right at it, and you use the time it foolishly gives you, overlaying with good old rapier hero to make sure it feels the flying punch straight to its face.
And down the humanoid body. Through the scorpion part. Literally tearing the front half of its body in half with your claws, the rapidly thrusting pilderivers helping you literally saw it open.
When the townspeople see you, it is as a tall figure amidst slowly dissolving Grimm stuff, the black mist framing your naked body as you slowly walk towards the place.
... Somebody's totally filming this, aren't they?
With Ostea crumbling into bone fragments that soon dissolve themselves and Pinky turning into pink motes slowly wafting away, only your bondage demon trails behind you as you approach the destroyed wall, the calls of Grimm already sounding off in the distance.
And panicking guards as they see you clearer. Oh, right, you did take a couple stabs, didn't you?
Looking down, you see the gaping hole to the side of lower chest, and the arm literally held together with only your bones in one place. Man, this is going to be a bitch to play off, isn't it?
Well, this is unsurprising, but still even more annoying, honestly. Sighing, you shake your head, turning right around again. "And I hardly got any aura recovered, too..."
And yes, you say that loudly enough for the guards trying to control the situation before spontaneous festivities break out at your last opponent dying before every man, woman and child inside the walls does to hear.
"Okay, all of you," you shout against the cheers at the Grimm's death, "I want you to get ready to defend against however many Grimm are drawn to us now that the big one's dead. Get to those holes in the wall and be ready!"
It takes a couple seconds, but the people normally responsible for driving off smaller Grimm and the like obey, reorganizing themselves. The town's wall, thankfully, isn't too damaged; though Grimm may try to jump through several holes, in only two places it is torn to the very ground, getting a correspondingly larger presence of people with simple guns and spears to kill anything coming near.
Blandly watching the first pack of beowolves rush through the nearby forest and in your direction, you can only do your best to hold in your second sigh, shaking out Last Embrace and checking that the mechanism didn't get fucked somehow from how you used it earlier, almost casually slapping a beowolf to the side so hard it instantly dies and becomes naught but dust.
This is going to be a pain. You think you might be beginning to hate Mistral.
"No, really, it's just a flesh wound. Nothing to worry about."
"I can see your lungs from the right angle, like hell it is!"
"Oh, look, my ride back to Vale is here, with medical supplies and clothes. I'll just go sleep this off and let my aura take care of the rest."
"Stupid sexy naked huntsmen..."