Betrothed

RWBY

Chapter Five - A Silver Sixpence in her Shoe

Written from the perspective of Weiss Schnee

Summary: A direct sequel to 'Marriage Interview'. Weiss jokingly makes Jaune her fiance but when everyone thinks she's serious, it's up to her to sabotage her own wedding. If she fails, then she and Jaune will be forever joined in holy matrimony and live, supposedly, happily ever after.

Author's Notes: And so, the journey ends.

Today, I become a bride.

Waking up this morning didn't feel any different than before. Maids came and went. Some scrubbed me clean and others polished my nails and blushed makeup on my cheeks. My hair was done and tied into a braided bun. White flowers, the rarest plucked from the Schnee Botanical Gardens, adorned my hair. They dressed me in my dust-cloth bridal gown. Pyrrha limped into my changing room, she had hurt herself during a training session. She congratulated me.

After Pyrrha left, I tied a knife to my thigh, just above the stocking line.

I looked into the mirror. I look beautiful.

My team, the bridesmaids, escort me down the aisle. I had them draw lots and Ruby won, so she was the Maid of Honor. She tugged me along in her red dress while Yang wore yellow and Blake wore black. Before long, I'll be a wife.

Perhaps it was my fate to marry that doofus.

Blake and Yang said nothing happened. Jaune fell asleep after some time from over stimulation. I imagine Yang overplayed her hand and he probably got a bloody nose from all the excitement. When I found Pyrrha, she was limping down the hallway. She had hurt her leg training and looked like she had been crying. Jaune rejected her, she said. Poor Pyrrha but, alas, so goes the way of the world for Weiss Schnee.

I continue walking.

Friends, family, and all of them surround me. They stood in attention, all smiles and whistles and applause and hoots and hollers. There's a silver sixpence in my shoe. It itches. The knife felt cold against my skin.

Why did I have a knife tied to my leg, again? Even when Jaune flashed his goofy smile to me, I still wasn't sure. I took my place beside him. My last moments as a Schnee.

First was the pomp, then came the ceremony.

A chubby old pastor stood ready. Who was this guy? He smells like piss and sesame oil. He cleared his throat ready to deliver whatever ownblown speech he prepared.

"We are gathered here today…"

No duh, we're gathered here today. That's what weddings are for: bringing together people who don't want to be in the same room together to celebrate the day two people decide to be sole sex buddies for the rest of their lives.

"...to witness the union of two lovers…"

Me and Jaune, lovers? Debatable.

"...joined in holy matrimony."

Joined. Interesting choice of words. A perverse thought invaded my mind: I was naked in an apron. I was bent over the table. A perverted grin on Jaune's face as he had his way with me. The dinner I made carelessly knocked away to the floor with each thrust. I was staring at the roast beef thinking if it was too dry. Was that marriage? To be spread over a table like some meal? Perhaps spreading my husband's guts over the table would be a more fitting end.

"We hope the heavens will bless their union, from their blossoming youth to a ripe old age..."

Ripe old age? Does that mean I have to give Jaune blowjobs after my teeth fall out? That I need a good taste of gooey white sauce to go with my oatmeal and raisins? What a life you've caught for yourself Weiss Schnee. You can listen to Jaune prattle on about how his Bingo games went while you're on your knees wondering what the hell are you doing with your life.

Screw honor.

"Today is the first day of the rest of their lives together."

First day. That also means first night right? That means… Jaune will carry me to the wedding bed and lay me upon it. Then he will mount the bed. He'll undo his tie and undo his pants. Slowly but surely, my dress will be removed. What kind of face will I have? Terror? Anxious? What do I know of love or even love making? Sigh.

He's going to fuck me. Fuck me right in the pussy. I heard Blake sneeze. Huh, must be coincidence.

The pastor said a few more things. Things I wasn't really listening to. It's mostly just filler anyways. Then, finally, came the vows.

"Do you Jaune Arc, take Weiss Schnee to be your lawfully wedded wife, promising to love and cherish her, through joy and sorrow, sickness and health, and whatever challenges you may face, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

The fat, ugly pastor turned to me.

"And do you, Weiss Schnee, take Jaune Arc to be your lawfully wedded husband, promising to love and cherish him, through joy and sorrow, sickness and health, and whatever challenges you may face, for as long as you both shall live?"

I said nothing.

Nothing would probably be the most polite response. The fat, ugly pastor prodded on.

"Um… Miss Schnee… do you…?"

I… I… d-

Ha. Yeah right. What can I say?

"Nope!" I said with a cheery smile. The hall went silent. My answer echoed through the sacred halls. Ha ha ha. So funny. They must be shocked, right? Surprised? They can't understand me and my agony. All their looks and hushed whispers. Rumors flying already.

This is a joke. What do they know?

But trust me. Soon they will. I pressed my body against Jaune as my hand pulled up my dress, revealing my pale leg covered in sheer white stockings.

"W-Weiss…?"

"Oh Jaune… my sweet little Jaune…"

My hand glazed the top of the blade as it worked its way up to the handle. My hand pressed against Jaune's chest, feeling his heartbeat. My aim must be true. Gripping the handle, I had to stake my claim.

Jaune belongs to no one else but Weiss Schnee. From his lips to his soul to his very heart.

I can take that all away.

Pressing mine to his, we shared a kiss. How wonderful. How warm… For the first time in forever, I felt warm… like a light in my back.

Then like a storm, came a burst of bright light.

"Interdimensional portal!" Blake screamed.

Breaking the kiss, the knife in my hand dropped to the floor.

I looked up at the roof above me as a swirling vortex of pure energy caused skirts to lift up and decor to turn to debris. The light was searing bright, and out of it came a vision. There was the smell of fresh cut lilies and the sound of splashing water. Coming straight towards me was the shadow of a blurry vision I could barely make out.

It was panties.

Snow white panties. Specifically, panties with snowflakes on them.

And they collided with my face.

"Weiss!" I pushed the frilly dress and snowflake panties girl off of me. "Weiss! I've found you!" I found myself being embraced in a hug. "I thought the were-antelopes had sent me off to a distant interdimensional world where I wouldn't know anybody," the girl sobbed.

"Who the… Winter? Winter is that you?"

"I found you! I finally found you!" Winter stood up and proclaimed to the audience. "I've found her: the ultimate magical girl… the true and final form - Wedding Magical Girl Weiss!"

With a tap of her magical wand, I could feel the swirling energies of magical girl enter my body. It was euphoric. It felt like a slipper cucumber crawled up my crevice and laid its gooey eggs within my bowels and delivered me straight to heaven.

"I can… feel it…" I murmured softly.

"Yes Weiss! Yes! Closer to the light!"

"I am… I am…"

Closing my eyes, I embraced my inner strength. The wheel of love was spinning faster and faster, beyond all comprehension. The embrace of the world's reality and all confines of string and cosmos.

I know who I am.

"Do it, Weiss!"

"I am Magical Girl Weiss!" With a great flash of light I sunder the chapel and sent the guests hurling. Jaune was there on his butt looking dumbfounded. "Man, I'm too good for you. I'm going Disneyland. Outs."

A Silver Sixpence in her Shoe Fin.

Author's Notes: Ah, finished...