Sweet, Bitter, Snow 4 - (RWBY AU x Xover, FutaWeiss!SI)
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The first day at any school is important. Not only it allows students to set up a good first impression, but it also allow for a 'habit' to be established in regards to punctuality and other important stuff.
That being said, I have to admit Beacon was asking a tad too goofy in having its students wake up this early after that intense of a test the previous day.
Yes, we turned up early and we had regular dinner and went to sleep early...
But we literally had our first 'live action' situation that set up expectations.
It was indeed a poor choice, but I wasn't a whiner or a quitter.
So, all I could do was being a 'nagger' for my own team.
After all, dragging them out of bed was particularly traumatic.
Ruby was the tamest, cutely clinging onto me as I pretty much acted as the leader of team RWBY.
Blake was a cat, this was now confirmed, while Yang... Yang went to the bathroom last.
Having lived with a sister with a mane for hair in my previous life, I know how painfully slow it can be for a girl like the blonde to do her hair-maintenance process.
I would say the same went for me and Blake, but we were relatively swift in getting ready for classes.
First, however, was Breakfast time. We got to the cafeteria at 7:20 and we were among the few other teams in Beacon that had made it there early. We were also the only first-year team there.
No random team-meeting. Everything went fairly smoothly as I kept Ruby awake through the hurdles of the first classes.
I took notes, made sure my 'team leader' was not doodling (too much), and I made sure no disturbance came from us.
Being the furthest thing from a teacher pet meant, I didn't take part to Professor Port's demonstration (that ended up being Nora who, much to my relief, just smacked the Boarbatusk with her hammer).
Due to this being the first week, the school days were relatively tame.
We were off the hook after Lunch break and I could tell Ruby was feeling the pains of having skipped two years of education already haunting her.
As Blake yanked Yang to do some homework, I took Ruby to the nearest library to do that and more.
Well, educationally speaking.
Ruby sat down in front of the desk we took, eyes widening as two shocked moons as I landed in front of her a few undeniably big books that were meant to cramp up what knowledge the little huntress skipped onto.
"A-All of this?"
"Not today, Ruby," I assured, huffing as I could tell her mind was already horrified over doing all of this in a few days. "We will divide this big burden for a few months and, hopefully so, you will be able to happily deal with homework without needing much of others' help."
"...What if I wanted to ask you nonetheless?"
I offered a warm smile and a pat to her head.
"I wouldn't mind helping you. But I doubt you want to be called a 'child' for not being prepared in what other students should know."
She pouted at the idea, but seemed to find 'strength' in dealing with my tutorship. Especially since-
"And if you do well for these sessions, I will give you a reward at the end of each of those."
"Oh? Like what? Cookies~?"
"Better than cookies and, I think, you will want more of it."
That got Ruby in the 'right' mood to get things done. The girl was easy to teach when she wasn't in a kiddy mood, and she was definitely taking the proper notes to study once more what we were dealing with.
All in all, it was a most pleasant start to, hopefully, a lengthy tutorship from my part. But the real big deal came when we returned to our team room.
Turns out that Blake was out for 'reading', while Yang was busy testing the Gym tools available in the proper training facility of the school.
Thus, for the next few hours, it was just me and Ruby.
Ruby was quite squirmish at first when I told her that she would love things and... well, molested her breasts. Small breasts, itty-bitty cute titties - far from mosquito bites, but enough to get my Futa-Brain to go ooga-booga.
Ruby's uncertainty mellowed as I pressed on softly. Kissing her exposed nipples as those hardened at my touch and pecks. She was truly becoming a liquid with how much mellow she got, but it was the next bit - the 'main dish' that truly took her mind out for good.
My lips faced hers, but instead of her mouth, I was invading her untouched flower between her legs.
"Mwah~!" She half-moaned, drool spit left and right at her sudden mature noise - unbecoming of her innocent self. "W-Weiss- Sho Good. It's- Biscuit, it's so good!"
"Better than cookies~?" I teased and I saw the girl nod.
"Y-Yeah~, wh-what is it?"
"Cunnilingus. Also known as 'oral for girls'," I tenderly answered, pausing to kiss more that sweet honeypot she called a cunny. "It is part of 'foreplay'. Some adults can have this to have fun in bed but... I am not going to push you into sex, Ruby."
Not yet, at least. Not until she wants it- no, she begs for it!
She shuddered at my care, hands shooting back by the pillow beneath her head, gripping and twisting the soft cushion while I kept on tenderizing that lovely and hairless slit with my kisses and my surface-tonguing.
It was just so tempting. Ruby was the kind of girl that clearly loved to go with the flow- to be dragged around by a pleasant wind and see what comes out of it.
It was so tantalizing... but also dangerous. Very dangerous. If I wasn't careful in the way I seduced her, I may as well make her a whore for others. And I wouldn't accept that.
Ruby was mine, and mine alone. Whiterose for the win, motherfuckers!
Thus, while the raging boner barely hidden by my panties and skirt demanded to be sheathed in a fresh virgin pussy, I continued to press on the cunnilingus, savoring the nectar of a silly girl that will grow up into a fine warrior and an even finer mother of my children.
While it doesn't sound like much, Ruby was subjected to this form of pleasure for two hours. She was experiencing the bliss of intimacy between 'good friends' and how 'I was doing this out of care, affection, and much more'. All positive reinforcement, no negative reinforcement.
Eventually, however, I had to 'give up'. Ruby was outright spent by the time I was done and she allowed me to help her to the bathtub so she could bathe her body and rest up a little bit.
When the rest of the team returned to our room, they found the two of us in a good mood and-
"You know, if I didn't know better, I would say you two are dating or something~."
Poor Ruby was innocently blushing and hiding away from her cackling sister as she delivered such a teasing comment, while I merely smirked, a thin blush on my face.
I mean, Yang, I am weeks off from getting Rubes hooked to my dick. I think we are already past that or something.
Blake Belladonna could tell something was afoot before dinnertime.
She held back her tongue as her nostrils caught another odd scent in the room, this one far too familiar to not recognize.
Which had prompted her to wonder if she may have gotten aroused in bed before going out for classes.
No. It wasn't hers. Too sweet, too innocent.
Ruby!
That was a scandalous thought and yet the ideal situation.
She already knew Weiss' smell was far more 'intense' compared to the youngest member of team RWBY, and Yang wasn't the kind of girl that masturbated in the room she shared with the other girls (no, she preferred the 'safety' of the bathroom).
As night descended into Beacon, the Cat Faunus took some time to decipher what was going on. How could someone like Ruby, someone that Blake knew was too innocent to know what masturbation was, be able to perpetrate such a deed out of nowhere?
Maybe her scroll had flashed her some naughty ads? No, Ruby was the kind of girl that would have asked Yang first for info on what she had seen rather than test it out herself.
No, the one thing that Blake could find as suspicious that this wasn't a 'solo thing' was the notion that Ruby was meant to have spent hours with Weiss.
Hell, both had been in the team's room when she returned with Yang and both reacted similarly (difference being the intensity) to Yang's comment. Ruby was embarrassed, while Weiss was... smug. Proud even.
So, knowing that whatever was going on may be important, Blake knew the source of her questions' answers lied upon the strange traits of the SDC's heiress.
As everyone fell asleep, the Cat Faunus carefully landed by the floor (the bunkbeds being fun until she had to sneak out of her room without alerting anyone by jumping down from her perch), and moved to check on Weiss.
She was wearing a fairly simple blue half-sleeved night-dress. Nothing stood out as 'suspicious', but Blake's noise caught onto the familiar smell again. This time, being undetected and devoid of numerous onlookers if she made a noise, she moved to pick up where the scent came from.
And it was...
Weiss' groin.
Blake thought it was Weiss' private bits, and nothing else. But as her nose hovered right above the suspected area, she prodded onto something that shouldn't have been there.
A mass. A meaty bulge that throbbed against her nose. Through the clothes, she couldn't recognize what it may be by touch alone, but the proximity to the smell's source finally gave her an answer.
Cock. A meaty stick. A bitch breaker.
Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee fortune, was a fucking futanari!
And Blake felt her brain shut down for two reasons. One, she thought that futas were a myth (and something relegated just to smutty fanfics that she may or may not be into) and two... the smell. So intense, so sudden, so musky."
Her lips felt wet, her panties were getting soaked as various what ifs filled her mind. No way, she repeated these two words within her mind. Unable to keep her brain out of the idea that one of her teammates was a dickgirl.
Did she have just a dick? Did she have balls or was it just shaft and pussy? Actually, did she have a pussy?
Smelling the familiar feminine fragrance within that musky masculine scent, Blake knew that it was a full-packaged dickgirl and...
She pulled her face away from the source of her brain-farting. Forcefully so.
Blake almost slammed her head against the wooden bits of her bunkbed, stopping in time as she jumped back in bed, hugged tightly against her pillows and hoped the fresh fragrance of cleanliness could cure her mind of the many wet thoughts she was suffering.
That night, a poor cat faunus could hardly sleep and, despite her best efforts, she knew that things were only going to get worse for her 'brave and independent' self.
AN
Blake being a musk-lover is a taken, and Ruby is a sweet darling. She deserved all sorts of love and kisses~ (before a relentless breeding session).