Short but Stacky 1 - (Shortstacks Stories)

Episode: 'Colorful Selection: A Slice of Slutty Cream (1) (Neo/RWBY)'

I never thought that living in the cheap but far district by the outskirts of Vale would have spared me from seeing some crazy shit.

I also never thought that the random work issue that kept me from going at the Vytal Festival Tournament would have saved my ass in that unique situation. When we got news that Vale was under attack, the boss had cut the shift short and told us to get packing and prepare by the evacuation shelters.

But I didn't.

Some may suspect that I was seeing a pattern at this point, but the truth behind that last decision was one of fright since... We were really close to a known den of Grimm, so I wasn't going to risk it at all. I just holed up in the house, barricaded windows and doors, and just waited for the invasion to end.

Vale had suffered similar situations... right? I wasn't sure of it between reassuring efforts from the same cheesy politicians and the grim reports from the huntsmen and the militia involved on the matter. Beacon had fallen, this much was known, and a large section of the city had been assaulted by that large Grimm attack.

Despite this issue, the situation seemed to get better within a week. Most of Vale had been cleaned up, but several buildings fell under the skirmishes. The damage was going to take a while to fix, even so as the council was mostly missing, some thinking that the politicians were dealing with each other in the shadow to prime up a proper scapegoat for this fuck-up.

As far as I was concerned, every single one of them was to blame. I remember Ozpin warning that the defenses were getting weaker, but the pricks had wanted some more museums rather than increase the military budget.

An effect of the scenario was the implementation of reduced costs for guns and bullets, which allowed me to get myself a rifle and a dozen of boxes with bullets. I was fine within the tense environment, but things took a strange turn right as I was out to help clearing out the debris that had been obstructing the old place. The manager had shifted the job to be about 'first fixing, and then slowly resuming' the normal business, so everyone was split between 'cleaners' and 'guards'.

Since I had a gun, I was to keep a vigilant eye on my colleagues while they were busy fixing up the place. And around one of those shift's ends, I was surprised to find quite a scene unfolding near to the path back home. An unconscious girl was resting against a tree's trunk and... a Beowolf was slowly approaching her.

The only reason I saw her was due to her unique mismatched pink-brown hair that stood out within that orangey-green leaves all around. Without hesitation, I took aim at the Grimm and got a clean headshot. The cracking of the gun still left me tense over the chance of attracting more attention. I don't even remember the broken trail of thought that I had when I just rushed up to the girl and picked her up.

My legs burned as I bolted to get us home, back to safety, and only as I slammed the door shut behind us was when I realized this could lead to some awkward situations in the long run. I set her by the couch and... she just slept for two more hours.

I was panicking for half of that time, but then I just drowned my panic into house chores. I couldn't think of a valid option to help her beyond this: the hospital service was already unreliable due to how much damage was done, how few doctors were around and how many were still handling long-term damage after the attack- and that's for those that were in stable conditions. Comas and other red-code situations made the situation even more untenable.

So, it was best to keep her at my house, treat her as a guest and-


"Neo. I told you this is not fine."

It was morning, my 'wounded guest' was now more than fine and she was currently giving me a smug smile as she fixed up her shirt while lifting herself off of me.

It's been a week since I found Neo, and to say that this had been the oddest development yet to my mostly-normal life was an understatement.

The mute girl that relied a lot on audio messages through her Scroll was not only quick to adapt to her new situation but... seemed fine to just stay at my house full-time. She didn't ask to remain, but she made no efforts to leave and I didn't made her make a 'verbal choice' about it.

What I knew was that her presence added a new layer of situations to my lonely existence. The tamest of which was related to work. When she inquired about being given a job there as a guard, she made it clear she had Aura and experience with weapons. I was surprised when the boss didn't ask where she learned to fight, but rather took her in with a fairly good wage considering how other guards were being paid.

But where many would resent this, I could see a valid reason in her skills when she singlehandledly killed five Beowolfs with just an umbrella. The sight was telling sign of her experience and her smug smile was a telling sign of her attitude around 'proving people wrong'.

Still, that was the tamest addition, with the crescendo that ensues from it mostly tied to our... intimacy.

While the first two days were tense as she seemed at loss over something that happened to her and pondering on what to do next, by the third day the girl just switched up her tune: instead of brooding by a corner and be forceful with her smiles, she seemed to 'let go' of what had truly drowned her mood for that long.

Instead, she seemed to outright put a lot of attention on me. I was the 'man-husband' in her eyes, so she started to call me 'her hubby' and then started to get extremely 'personal' about it. Situations such as waking up with her sleeping right beside me in bed was one of those elements, but it was also common for her to 'steal' my lap to rest her head on it. Or get on my back when she 'felt tired of walking'.

It didn't help that others were already ruling her to be my girlfriend despite my efforts to correct this misunderstanding. She also quite amused by seeing me 'fail' at it. Despite it all, I wouldn't say I wasn't against that idea - of us being in a relationship.

It just felt... a bit rushed. And I suppose that was something Neo noticed as she seemed rather restrained over her actions. There had been no escalations in a while, so I thought this grace period was going to give me the chance to muster up an acceptable solution.

What I failed to take into account was the sudden wave of heat that caught the entirety of Vale. The air got hotter, summer was approaching for sure but boy did it felt hotter than usual. And while no one was dying as the AC was doing its job... the heat still got us both sweaty.

Thus forcing Neo to get extremely 'creative' in handling the heat. First, by removing most of her clothes to the point she was just wearing part of her jacket that barely covered her nipples, and string panties to cover up her groin.

As embarrassing as it was, the girl was just fine with being around me in that state. And I slowly grew accustomed to her curves being in such a display. But it was the next step that truly made things somewhat unbearable.

Since her clothes were limited even now and she couldn't just keep on using sweaty pieces, Neo soon found herself relying on other stuff to cover herself. Such as one of her night shirts.

It was white and... quick to be see-through as soon as I was able to notice when she would get a lappillow from me. I could see the shirt sticking to her chest, framing her breasts and nipples just nicely and... she was looking at me with an attentive look through the experience.

Studying me, and maybe appearing somewhat disappointed because... I was looking at her tits, and not at her exposed lower body. Yup, she was going bottomless despite her having panties to rely upon. She blinked, tilting her head to the side as she was slurping a strawberry popsicle. Soon Neo pulled it away from her lips and, without a warning, presented me to it.

It was cool and the smell was nice. I unconsciously gave it a lick, forgetting for a moment that Neo had been sucking on it. The smug smile on her face made me roll my eyes, but rather than just press the advantage, Neo retreated the popsicle and enjoyed it some more.

It was a relatively chill Saturday, and I thought this was the highest depravity I was going to face when- she got up, leaned upward to plant a kiss on my chin and then played a message on her Scroll.

Things are steamy. Let's go for a quick shower, together.

I admit that showering felt like a good idea but... sharing the shower? It was a bit outrageous, and yet I was following after her as she ditched her popsicle by the trash and marched to the bathroom. Not even a moment, and she was fully undressed and walking into the shower, pausing a moment to give me an inviting glance.

I was hot, bothered, and outrageously horny. Had things been calmer, I would have held back but... she wanted it, I wanted it, and soon I was nudely entering the shower, turning a quiet activity into a relatively loud one.

Neo didn't have anything to complain. She was quick to use this chance to get a first kiss out of me, but I didn't stop for that nicety. Picking her up and pressing her against the wall, the girl's giddy prospects doubled as her legs wrapped around my waist, confirming that it was what she really wanted.

One moment was all it took for my cock to swim inside her cunt. Neo was tight, but her pussy was so wet and so wanting, that my dick entered her with ease and soon was fully sheathed inside her. And the thing that hit me the most wasn't even the feeling of tightness and warmth that pleasured my groin, no, it was the-

"Hm~!"

The muffled moan from Neo. Neo, someone that was a selective mute, and that preferred to use sign language and audio messages to 'speak', was making noises. Happy noises as her face was riddled in bliss as I started to pound her.

It was also amusing how her height made her 'easy to carry' as I started to rail her ruthlessly as soon as I realized she was into it by the intense kissing she gave me in return. My hands wandered and teased those fat tits of her, molesting the breasts and tweaking her nipples until she was squirting like the greatest whore in Remnant.

The shower was a hours-long business. The first time between us that pretty much led us to a more intimate status quo while also leaving out a 'what if' in regard to a ramification of that heavy sex: the fact I came hard inside her. I asked her if she had birth control, but she just tilted her head in confusion as she quite didn't know what that was.

Turns out that my newest shortstack girlfriend may become a mother and... we had no way to verify this for a few months with how busy the hospital was but, despite this, life went on mostly unchanged.

Well, beyond the constant nightly fellatio attacks from my ice cream-loving 'short queen' of a girlfriend.


AN

Yes, you are correct- a new 'pseudo-archive', and this one reserved to 'Short Queens'/Shortstacks! This excludes, of course, 'shortstack lolis' since there's already an archive for those.

So, do give some suggestions out: what Shortstack you want to see next?