The Conquest of Menagerie Chapter 18, a rwby fanfic

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Sienna finds out that Summer and Ruby are now at Castle Belladonna in one hell of a reveal while, halfway across the world, Raven seeks out the counsel of the Old Man Ozma.

Chapter 18

Ozma had a stormy look about him.

Raven had to say it had been the first time she'd seen the Old Man look so serious. He'd always tried to come off as the wise type, calm, collected, and even grandfatherly. A lot of the Beacon Castle students had been more than happy to consider the Old Man the closest thing they had to a grandfather - a father, in some cases - and while Raven wasn't one of them, she understood the sentiment.

All of that was gone from him right now.

She'd told him everything she knew. Of the plans for war and how quickly things had been put together and approved, to the overnight Battle of Kuo Kuana and everything that had transpired since then. Raven hadn't been sure what news Ozma had been expecting to hear on account of the brief preamble Glynda had passed on from what Raven had said on the walk here, but it had a very clear effect on the Old Man.

His eyes had widened, and Raven could have sworn that his already pale skin had grown paler still when she'd mentioned how Jaune Arc had taken the ancient city in one night. By the time she'd gotten to what he'd been doing to the civilians captured during outpost raids, both he and Glynda were sitting down. She'd have considered it some sort of morbid mercy that she then regaled them with the details of her trip so far.

By the time she'd finished, all three of them were nursing cups of coffee. Though from the longing looks both Ozma and Glynda were sending their cups, Raven was certain they'd hoped it was something stronger.

"This is some very worrying news, Raven." the Old Man said, sighing. He looked - for the first time since she'd known the man - every last one of the who-knew how many years he'd been around. "I'm thankful you came to me with this."

He quickly fell silent after that. Brown eyes observing how the earthy color of his beverage spun around the cup as he stirred it.

"Magic is more than just hand-waving and fancy lights."

Raven turned to her erstwhile schoolmate only to see the resigned shrug that Glynda sent back, one that looked extra finished with the situation considering how much just hearing the story seemed to have exhausted her.

"There is power in time and memory. Love. Perhaps a power that very little can actually overcome in this world as far as magic is concerned." He blinked before looking about the room in very clear fondness, taking in all of it. "Much like the magic of this castle. Built up over the millennia of being used as a place of learning, a place of purpose. It has been so ingrained into the stones and the very earth itself that if we ever survived long enough to come back here in a hundred years, after we are all long dead, we'd find this place teaching the next generation still.

"Perhaps it wouldn't be for the same reason, perhaps it wouldn't be managed by the same people. It might not even accept students from the same background as we do now, but it would still be a place to learn. A place to better the world.

"Kuo Kana is much the same - was much the same. Every stone placed had been one put down with the desire to protect a people. That desire didn't disappear after the wall had been completed."

With a wave of his hand a stone flew in from the outside. It was old, that much was clear. The thing might have been brick-shaped before, as large as it was still even after how worn it clearly was. Its edges uneven and jagged, all but one of the corners chipped off. Despite its rough condition, it was still larger than both of Raven's legs put together and maybe three times as long. It was a testament to the size of the door that led to Ozma's office balcony that it could even fit.

The telltale green of the Old Man's magic laid the stone down so smoothly Raven doubted it even scratched the polished floor. An impressive feat because she didn't think even Glynda could manage that level of control and that had been the woman's Semblance.

"Please strike it, Raven." He said, casually waving at the rock before he finished the remainder of his coffee in one long, continuous sip. "Don't hold back."

She did, even charging the attack with her aura and the meager magic she could muster herself. Omen cut a glowing arc and drew a naked flame as it dragged across the top of the stone.

No mark. Raven couldn't even catch a scorch from the flames.

"Day after day. Year after year," Ozma got up, walked around his desk and put an almost affectionate hand on the old rock. "Time and memory build enchantment better than any l sorcery.

"The walls of Kuo Kana had stood since the early days of Menagerie as a kingdom, just as old as old as the new kingdoms if not older."

And once more he frowned, his look darkening in that unfamiliar way that disquieted Raven.

"They should not have been easy to breach. Not in a month, not in a year. Not without magic. And not without it being powerful magic."

He walked to the glass wall that separated them from his balcony, hands clasped behind his back. Raven could see the students milling about the courtyard below, though they were too high up and she was too unfamiliar to be able to identify anyone.

Ozma remained silent for a moment. Maybe contemplating the sky as he thought. Both Raven and Glynda exchanged looks before letting the Old Man come up with something.

Eventually, he spoke:

"Glynda, I'll need you to go to Menagerie. Choose two of the graduating teams to bring with you. It will be a good opportunity for them to learn from you in the field while we get a better idea of what the reality of this war is going to look like."

What?

Brown eyes looked over Ozma's shoulder as he looked at the deputy headmistress, "With the Grimm situation that must be developing, we'll want extra hands there and I doubt that Menagerie has anyone that can provide support right now. It'll be legal, and I doubt any of the other kingdoms will kick up a fuss to Beacon sending huntsmen to Menagerie now."

Raven opened her mouth to answer. She knew what she had to say, but she also knew that she was likely going to be opening a can of worms she'd never wanted to look into much less be buried elbow-deep in.

Because she knew the truth. She knew that he wasn't going to like what she was going to say next, but Raven also knew that he needed to know.

So she told him.

There was no spike of Grimm activity on Menagerie. None she'd seen while she was hiding with the remnants of their army in Pakaua Hao, none when she'd seen the aftermath of one Arc's raids.

And if the Old Man had looked stormy after she'd broken news of the war to him, he'd looked like a hurricane had blown over after she'd told him that no, there weren't any Grimm causing trouble on Menagerie.

"It seems things are more serious than I'd previously thought." He'd answered, his hands clenched into fists and Raven could almost catch the barest hint of a shiver, "Please sit down, Raven. It's going to be a long story."

~TtT~

Summer Rose was on Menagerie. Summer Rose had been taken by the master, had been branded, and likely had lost all of her rights and protections.

Summer Rose was bouncing on the master's cock.

"Ah… Ah… Ah… Hnggggah…"

Her hands were over her womb, which bulged with the size of the master's girth. Her knees shook, her back arched forward, and her shoulders were hunched. She was staring down at the bulge, silver eyes wide and mouth hanging open as spittle sprayed with each gasping moan.

The strokes were long and slow, the branded human taking a painful-looking push to drag the cock out of her stuffed pussy and peaking with only the head kissing her red and swollen entrance before she dropped herself back down on the fuckpillar.

Even then she fell slowly, more sliding down while she squeezed down on the master's shaft and Sienna caught how Summer would be taken by a whole-body shiver and she'd bite down on her lip to suppress the moan only for it to inevitably break out.

And she'd go down. And down, and down. Until it was just shy of her belly button, inevitably in her womb, and tenting her stomach the same way it did Sienna's whenever the master used her.

Memories of the previous night returned to the tiger faunus, and each time Summer was filled with cock Sienna felt her insides clench as the phantom of it pierced her insides and filled her. Her womb quivered as it remembered how it had been stretched, reshaped to best grasp Jaune's cockhead while he pushed and pushed and pushed so that her folds would envelope his organ in its entirety.

"Hnnnnn…"

Sienna felt her knees shake and her fingers tremble violently enough that she could hear it in the silverware. Despite it, she stood just past the threshold of the doorway and looked transfixed as the human woman forced herself up again to continue the slow but punishing pace.

Already she could feel the space between her legs moisten, feel the twitching of her folds as they sought the same thing even as the very memory of it seemed to stretch her open.

Then silver eyes snapped up and met hers.

Summer came. Her sweat-covered body convulsing as girlcum spurted from between her legs and her arms and legs went limp. Mouth hanging open in a silent scream even as she held Sienna's gaze. The human woman's tongue lolled out and Sienna couldn't miss the sheer terror that she knew was reflected in her own right now.

A fear that only seemed to grow as Summer's orgasm didn't seem to end. Seconds dragging into minutes where her body shuddered and shook and very clearly clenched down on the master's cock as more and more girlcum soaked into the sheets.

Jaune, however, hummed in pleasure.

"That's it… Ahhh… Summer. Just… keep… Ahhh… cumming."

Finally, his hands reached up and took hold of Summer's hips - wider than Sienna's own, better for carrying Jaune's children, better for holding unto while he fucked her - and flipped her so she'd be flush against the bed.

And, face-down with her legs folded so her feet were towards her asscheeks, Jaune continued the pounding.

Squirt after squirt came from Summer, girlcum spraying so violently that it drew a cone on the sheets and left the floor glistening. Each slam of Jaune's cock continued Summer's orgasm while the sound of it all filled Sienna's ears.

Plap plap plap plap plap plap plap

The master showed no signs of stopping. Summer's back arched off the bed, full tits flopping to and fro while she looked like she'd been turned into a bow drawn back.

Sienna knew what was coming. Sienna had experienced what was coming first-hand, and just last night, too. The memory was fresh, though she doubted she'd ever forget it now. Not when the things done to Rumi had been so ingrained into her mind at this point she could close her eyes and see exactly how the rabbit faunus had been held in exactly this position, how chocolate-brown skin shone while snow-white hair had been pulled back and the indent of the master's cock pressed her tummy into the bed.

It was a perfect replica, a perfect juxtaposition. Dark skin against pale, white hair against black-red. But it was the same form, the same bowed body. The same cock.

And the same extended orgasm that didn't stop. The same orgasm that Sienna had been subjected to last night.

Long and unending beyond belief.

She could already feel how her heart hammered in her chest, how her lungs demanded she take great gulps of air. The tiger felt an upwelling of relief when she'd succeeded, half-expecting her to be unable to do so.

Because she'd been unable the night before, she couldn't breathe. How could she, with a cock pushing itself so deep into her there wasn't any space for her organs? She'd not been a person, she'd not even been a faunus then - an animal. No, she'd been an object. An onahole. A toy.

And she could see Summer being that, too. As silver eyes threatened to roll back into the woman's head, and see how her chest heaved and failed to pull any air in.

Until she could muster the strength to do so, or the desperation to power through it, and she spoke in a choked whisper that Sienna only caught because of her ears. A breathy little question that was almost drowned out by the sound of flesh meeting flesh.

"It's… not… stopping… heart… h-heart… d-d-dying…"

Already pale skin looked practically translucent now, Sienna's sharp eyes could pick up the blue and purple of her veins.

But Jaune didn't stop. Of course he didn't. Not when he hadn't yet gotten his fill. He slammed himself down on her again and again, pressing her body in the mattress while pulling on her hair to keep her head where it was when Summer's body weakened too much to keep her chest off the bed.

Sienna knew that Summer's body was squeezing down on the master from all angles, that the folds twisted and writhed about the shaft of his cock while the combined force of his blows and the bed pressing against Summer's tummy from the outside created a sandwich of woman flesh that gripped him to match his own tempo.

The womans' near-death experience only served to make it more enjoyable for him. Her body clung to him tighter and tighter, never wanting to let go. Sienna knew because Sienna had been that body, and she'd hung unto him so hard she thought that if he'd let her hang from his cock she would have. Sienna had been Summer last night, as had Rumi. And if Jaune had only discovered he could do this to the women that served him, he was enjoying it immensely enough to be trying it out with everyone.

It was almost time to finish things, though. Sienna could see how the master's thrusting had grown erratic. His pace picked up, and she could hear his breathing grow laboured even as he continued to crush Summer beneath each slam of his cock into her nethers.

Her insides could imagine the throbbing of him, pulsing outward against her folds. A warning of the deluge that was coming.

She could feel the molten heat filling her as Jaune loosed a triumphant grunt. His hips pushed forward so far that Summer had sunk into the mattress, twitches of his own signaling that he was filling Summer with semen.

The master hadn't been alone, though. A wellspring of girlcum filling the indent in the bed to form a cloudy pool as Summer finally, finally had it in her to scream in truth.

No words were said. Sienna suspected that there may have been something she wanted to cry out just before the master had finished with her, but all that came out had been a garbled, throaty, and breathy outcry of a well-used fucktoy that was being filled with sperm.

And just like earlier, Sienna could see herself in the other woman. She could see Rumi. She could see Eve. It was also only too easy for her to imagine the black-red hair turning the shade of darkest night, to see the tops of Summer's head grow cat ears and for the voice of the broken woman to be replaced with the familiar notes of Blake or Kali.

Dark-chocolate thighs squeezed together as the heat inside her womb spread out, growing more intense as she felt it touch her thighs, then her breasts, then her extremities.

Until suddenly her whole body shook as her womb turned into a furnace and her heat was filled with a cloudy heat. Girlcum streamed down her legs to pool at the floor and only Sienna's discipline let her hold unto the tray of food as the fire and lightning overtook her.

When she came back to herself, she was on her knees in a pool of her own juices. White knuckles clutching to the edges of the tray almost painfully.

She'd cum.

And as her mind finally came back to her, she finally started to notice the rest of the room, to see the backdrop of this place as Jaune decided that one round had not been enough and he began to fuck Summer a second time.

Rumi had, somehow, managed to get half the table set. The food she'd been carrying was now set at the table, and the scarlet eyes were giving Sienna an understanding look even as the tiger faunus could see how the inside of Rumi's thighs glistened and rubbed against each other.

As for the other guest, Sienna found her on the floor not a meter away from her and closer to the foot of the bed.

Ruby Rose was here. Dressed in sleeping robes that were opened as she jilled herself to the sight of her own mother being railed by the man that was actively ruining her life. Her silver eyes were as wide as Sienna's had been, and she remained transfixed to the sight of her whimpering mother even now.

Briefly, Sienna muttered a prayer to whatever god that would listen for Yang, because she wasn't going to like this.

~TtT~

Kali sighed as she felt her body fall boneless to the floor. Idly, she looked to the bedpost and felt her core re-warm at the sight of strands and droplets of her essence catching the light on the bedpost. Some of those strands were still connected to her nether lips, even.

She'd woken up to visions. To see Sienna and another faunus she didn't recognize as the master used them and used them thoroughly. Kali could tell how thoroughly the two had been used because she could feel it. Feel him fucking them, fucking her.

From when she'd gone to bed, to when she'd gotten up that morning and immediately started trying to alleviate the pressure that had been building in between her legs. She didn't know how long she'd been at it now, but from the few shadows she could see from her closed curtains, it might have been early afternoon by now.

It hadn't helped when she'd seen brief glimpses of Summer Rose.

She'd met the woman once or twice during better times. They hadn't been close and the chemistry was definitely more between their daughters than it had been for them personally.

But now she was quite intimate with the woman. More intimate than would have been considered appropriate even. She'd seen her face lost to pleasure, to see it meld with pain as the master stretched her outward with his girth and used her as he used his faunus slaves.

Kali had even seen the brand upon the other woman. A human woman. A woman of station, of nobility.

Jaune Arc had taken her and reduced her in much the same way he had all the other faunus girls he'd taken.

It was like staring into a looking glass.

For Kali and Blake were the same. They were women of station, of power. They had wealth aplenty once and the ability to shape their part of the world as they wished.

And they, too, would become like Summer by the time Jaune got his hands on them.

That had gotten her riled up again. Left her core boiling so hot her fingers couldn't help at all, even when she'd been going with them so long she'd lost her strength and her pussy had turned sore.

So she'd turned to the legs of her bedpost, rubbing herself along it with her throbbing clit as she lived again and again her dreams and hallucinations. She'd cum so many times, and for the most part she just worked herself up into a frenzy again before throwing herself off the proverbial edge once more, screaming so loud her daughter would have caught it if she was still in their apartments.

Only now, hours later, did she finally feel like her tank was empty. After she'd caked her thighs in dried girlcum, her toes were sticky from her drippings, and her whole body was so sore she knew there'd be no work being done for her today.

It was also when she caught a single wide, lavender eye peeking at her from the small gap at the door.

Despite her exhaustion, her hand reached out.

"Come in, darling."

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