Disclaimer: I own nothing of RWBY.

Candy

By: Imyoshi

"Welcome to Milk Guzzlers. Where our motto is I Drink Milk. How may I suck you?"

Ruby Rose stood before her customer, wearing the filthiest waitress outfit she found at the Handsy Huntress, with some additional alterations.

A tight, leather choker hugged her neck, dangling a silver dog bone that read I Drink Milk. Frilly arms bands accompanied her forearms, adding a black-and-white color palette to symbolize her position in Milk Guzzlers. She hid the menu playfully behind her back, pushing out her bare chest for all to see. Pink, delectable nipples begged for stimulation, adding to the appetite that was her flat, creamy stomach. Only a criminally-tiny apron covered her velvety dessert, see-through, it amplified the strands of a string-fleshed thong. Thigh-hugging, fishnet stockings squeezed her yummy-yummy legs. Somehow her whimsical hat, tiny, labeled Got Milk, tied the entire outfit together with its adorableness to an overall lewd uniform.

The restaurant was nothing more than a comfy chair she swiped from the library—super speed Semblance for the win—and a table lacking in the width department. Part of his feet slipped out from underneath the edge, but he couldn't look away from Ruby humming some delightful tune as she playfully shook in place. Her bosom jiggled, and she leaned forward when he cleared his throat. That smile of hers stretched, innocent with the menu presented to him and all its glory.

Somehow she printed out a menu with her face partially hidden on the front, top covered with her mouth, tongue rolled out, drenched in his sticky, white seed. Oozes dripped from her cheeks, collecting together at the tip of her tongue. Labeled on top was Milk Guzzlers, dripping with extra-thick, creamy milk off the bold lettering and onto her image. On the back, he found a second image, this one of a different mouth grinning an opaque stained smile with her lips coated pearly white. Again, only the eyes remained hidden, but he recognized the freckles and hair. Then Jaune saw at the bottom a signature, confirming his suspicions: Drawn by Penny Polendina. Illustration based on experience.

He fondly remembered that day. A doubleheader from both Ruby and Penny, it was a miracle he lasted so long. What a way to experience their first threesome. Penny's eagerness, mixed with Ruby's competitive nature not to lose to a beginner, had him coated with drool in record time. Then she sat on his face while Penny sunk into his waist, and things blurred from there. Moaning, he remembered plenty of that, but what struck out was Penny's hiccuping every time he thrust from behind. Cute. Adorable. Penny had a memory burning lewd face. She held nothing back, hiccuping when he gripped those child-bearing hips and educated her on the finer points of thrusting, and she absorbed the information in hip-bouncing goodness.

"What's good?"

She smiled. "We're famous for our milkshakes. All our milk is one-hundred percent homemade, straight from the source."

"All-natural?"

A sly smile. "All-natural."

He tilted his head at the idea. "Does it come with a side?"

A sly smile turned mischievous. "Uh-huh. One banana-split. That's where I take a banana and stuff it between two scopes of marshmallow vanilla soft serve, topped with twin cherries. It goes great after a milkshake."

He had trouble removing his eyes from her wiggling chest, but the curvature of her body directed his eyes to her tiny apron. What that hid, and what that didn't, demanded questions to the possibility of scoops. Having a banana between soft serve drenched in hot-drool topping sounded good, real good, but maybe he could get more bang for his lien?

"Only soft serve?"

"Your choice between the scopes. The popular item is..." Ruby ran a thumb over her chest, before turning around to offer him option two in lush, plump view. "But we can do special orders."

His pants tightened considerably. Either a banana between two delectable mounds connected to a pair of milk draining lips, or squishy softness with a moist inside, ready for plowing. The choices. How could he ever decide? Maybe both? An Arc's appetite was healthy, and he was a growing adolescent with vigor to spare. A milkshake or two wouldn't hurt, added with two banana splits, and he felt in the mood to challenge the menu. He then paused, remembering just what his waitress said. Special order?

"What are your specials?"

Ruby rested a palm on her hip and pouted her lip, tapping her chin in deep thought. Drat! Specials! She hadn't thought of that. "Hmm? What are our specials? Let me think."

She purposely spun on her heels, greedily crossing her arms with her backside exposed. Her smooth back greeted him, along with her voluptuous butt. Luscious, round, juicy, that stringy thong left nothing to the imagination with those fishnet hosieries oomphing her rump. The urge to reach out and rip off that lace and claim her grew impossibly tighter, and she knew this, acting all coy while shaking her rear with a little thump. Then she twirled on her soles, clasping her fingers together in a milk-hungry grin.

"Oh! Oh! Today's special is the Under the Table Special."

"Under the Table Special?"

"Yup! Yup! That's when I crawl underneath the table and prepare myself an extra-thick milkshake. It's first come, first suck." Ruby sensually licked her lips. "And today we have a two-for-one. For every special you order, we throw in a Creampie for no extra charge."

He paused, lowering the menu. "Tell me more about the Creampie."

She pushed her hand down between her apron and played with herself. "It's handmade. Hot and ready and moist inside."

Ruby squirmed from spreading her folds. Wetness greeted her hungry fingers with heart-shaped pupils enveloping her eyes. Her other hand pinched her nipple, twisting the attention-starved nub while her customer watched herself prepare a sample. One finger first before two. Knowing he watched her cook his food, sitting there, legs opened, more than ready for her to serve, stimulated her heated nerves. She bit her lip. Please order the Under the Table Special!

"Hot and ready?"

"And very wet." Ruby emphasized. She leaned on the table and pulled out her sticky hand, licking the juices clean from her digits. "Very, very wet."

He leaned back in his chair. "I'll take one of those then."

"Yes, sir! One Under the Table special, coming right up!"

Ruby smirked before immediately dropping to her knees and crawling forward, underneath the short-width table. She went agonizingly slow, bending her legs the furthest way possible to emphasize her bottom. Loosely tied string barely hid her lace thong together, and if she didn't know any better, she could have sworn that she felt a breeze between the knees. Oh well. More pressing matters demanded her lustful filled attention. A stiffness in his jeans taunted her as she reached her prize, hands already grasping the zipper, and Ruby prided herself on customer satisfaction. One pull of her hand unpeeled her banana. The second firmly stroked the impressive treat, awing from how achingly hard it was, for her, for her mouth.

Ravenous lips licked.

Lick!

Ruby started slowly by experimentally licking the tip. Her tongue swirled around the head, gradually coating his treat in her homemade drool. Whirling turned into gobbling, with her lips wrapping around his girth. Then she tossed aside gentleness and deepthroated his member, too much of an expert milk guzzler not to. The sounds of her gagging and slurping filled the restaurant, and Jaune relaxed into his chair as Ruby orally satisfied her customer.

He would have watched her lips sink around his length, but her thong-wearing butt continually paced back-and-forth at the other end of the table. Oh. Oh! Now he saw the purpose of this abundant, but width challenged table. He had a perfect view of her heart-shaped bottom. That bubble butt bobbled, along with her head, granting him a show while she ate her fill. Jaune relaxed and enjoyed the marvelous customer service, reaching out and pulling the flimsy notes holding her lace together. Oops. The underwear came undone and fell to the floor.

Ruby paused midway during her milkshake preparation, shifting her sights up to her favorite customer. One, two—pop! She released her drool-covered banana and pressed her lips on the tip.

"That's gonna cost you extra."

"Put it on my tab."

She grinned and sunk back down into his lap, slurping with her choker restricting part of her airway from every deepthroated suck. Juices spilled down her thighs without her useless clothing to absorb the stains. Ruby preferred it like that. Home Cooking made the best Creampies, like how milking from the source churned the tastiest milkshakes. She favored the down-and-dirty method for those very reasons, hence why she opened up Milk Guzzlers. Customers deserved the taste of a hand-breaded meal, and she aimed to serve, swallowing extra-thick loads in the messiest of ways.

Suck! Slurp! Choke!

Ruby Rose prided herself about being the number one milk guzzler. Thick and hot, she sucked them all. Jaune wasn't safe from her expert tongue. She licked from underneath the base to the bulbous tip. Her lips peppered his tempered meat in feather-like kisses. Every twitch and throb pushed her blow to the best of her milk-sucking abilities, stretching her throat with her attention focus on milking him entirely dry. The taste of her appetizer, mixed with the feeling of his eyes glaring at her cheeky rump, was all the motivation she needed to choke loudly and gag fully. Suck! Suck! Suck! Mmmmm! She felt him twitching in her mouth.

Someone was close to blowing his load.

As a valued customer, Ruby worked twice as hard. Once he exploded, and he would, a skilled tongue and suction-like lips wouldn't allow for anything below dry, she planned to offer him that Creampie special, extra-extra moist. Stained thighs and heated folds demanded it. Until then, she released him with a hungry pop and showered the side of her delicious dessert with some firm, puckered lip kisses. Smooch! She grinned when she felt him throb, angry-veined. To tease him, she leaned down to push her rump up, sliding her tongue along the way.

Slap!

Eeep!

She choked on her meal, shivering from the harsh slap to her rear with her heart-shaped pupils throbbing. As if she wasn't hungry enough for that Creampie. Spanking only made her hornier. He knew that, and Ruby glanced up to find him grinning. He rubbed her reddening bottom, tenderly massaging round softness with a finger of his testing the moist oven ready to cook his meal. Once that second finger penetrated her pink, velvety folds, her legs spread as her tongue tasted more of his appetizer. Suck! Slap! Mmmmm!

Swallowing him whole, she glanced up with her mouth stuffed and throat expanded. Any second now, any second. Ruby jerked him with her tongue, never looking away. The telltale of his release became harder to ignore, among—smack—other things, and the flavor of his milk grew bolder by the bobble.

Order was up!

Powerful hands captured her head and pulled her impossibly close, stretching her choker-throat to her limits while stuffing her tummy full of her just desserts. An extra-thick milkshake filled her mouth. Cheeks puffed. Ruby swallowed spoonfuls, but her expert sucking skills couldn't gulp down every protein-rich load, and bits leaked out and spilled from her mouth, coating her lips in creamy icing. Not that she cared. Milkshakes were her favorite food, milk lovers enjoyed nothing else, and savored the aftertaste on her taste buds and stretched lips. The fact her orgasm washed over her, turning her legs into noodles, helped her swallow the salubrious batch of butterfat in eagerness befitting an expert slurper.

Gulp! Gulp! Tasty. She consumed until he released her head, throat scratchy hot. Once the last bits of his beverage ran dry, she offered him a few complementary sucks before slowly pulling her mouth away from the member to clean it off and drain any remnants of half-and-half. Her chest wheezed from having her body coming undone. Not that it bothered her. The opposite. Coated lips couldn't wait to offer him his banana split.

Judging by how densely packed his banana appeared after a thorough sucking, plenty of cream filling remained for the main course. Good. Because the next serving was on the house. She made her offer known by stroking the still firm member with her eyes dazed in nothing but serving lust. One kiss to the side ended with a pepper of smooches on his walnuts before she trailed a tediously slow lick up from the base to the drool-coated head. She crawled forward, sprawling on her knees with her chest pressed embarrassingly close.

"A banana split?"

He peeked down where the Creampie awaited for consumption. "I shouldn't spoil my appetite."

"But, sir." Ruby wrapped her melons around her treat. "It's on the house."

Ruby knew she had him from feeling how blazing hot his member felt between her buns. A mixture of drool and milk spilled down and meshed with her silky soft skin, adding to the building flare in her loins. Just a taste with her tempestuous tongue would have him covering her face. Not his fault, she was a messy eater. Filthy girls loved engulfing to the point bits spilled out their mouths. One little lick. A suck. Some up-and-down motion and she would have her exchange.

He groaned and threw his head back. "How can I refuse such an offer?"

He couldn't.

Ruby smirked and massaged him in a riveting motion. While she lacked her older sister's bust size, barely able to wrap around him, and not entirely either, she demonstrated eagerness in the place of inferiority. Speed worked to her advantage. Firmness added to the beneficial exchange that her mouth applied on the head with her tongue doing filthy things in swirls, twirls, and curls. He hitched in the background, but her attention focused on milking her food dry. Filthy Huntresses ate their fill. Milk Guzzler waitresses aimed to please. A combination of both created a greedy, milk-sucking succubus. Mmmm! She sunk her and brushed her nose against her drool and firm roundness, a succubus. An exotic costume choice for the future, but for now, she stroked and sucked.

Once again, his appendage shuddered, still high on sensitivity from the sugar rush of her last meal. She took advantage, switching from her knees to resting on her ample bum to apply sufficient support. Her hands stopped rubbing him so they could travel down and tease her bottom lips, top much too busy bouncing with her breasts as squishy cushions. Ruby quivered once she noticed him staring down on her kneeling form, resting contently in his chair as his waitress served him a silver platter of pleasurable goods. Spread lips applied greater pleasure, hoping to provide the best dinner and show experience in his lifetime. When he stretched and flicked her hardened cherries, she knew right there he wasn't going to last much longer, her included. Not a spot in the valley between her thighs was dry, drenched enough to fill an ocean. More and more bits of his milk spilled free, onto her lapper. Her legs remained noodle-like, partially at fault to her fingers spreading, digging and teasing her aching hole.

Throb!

Yup. Another eruption incoming. Instead of Ruby keeping her sticky-flavored lips wrapped around the mouth of the explosion, she offered a few more teasing licks before throwing her mouth wide open to accept her feast. Not a moment later he burst, exploding in a flurry of molten hot milk all over her face. She swallowed a considerable less amount this time around, preferring a sticky facial and whatever splattered on her tongue. Much lotioned on her cheeks, dripping down her jaw and onto her heaving chest. Some hit her eye. Some landed in her messy hair. Much added another layer of milkbomb to her oozing lips. Everything else dribbled from off her hanging tongue.

Ruby effortlessly churned and swallowed what flavored her mouth, gulping down with a satisfied moan. Skilled fingers had her wobbling over the edge of mind-numbing insanity, but against all creamy-thick odds, she managed to hold herself back for the main course. The milkshake and banana split wasn't only the appetizers to his three-course meal.

Jaune still had a moist Creampie waiting for consumption.

She grinned and stood up, licking her juice-stained fingers. "Are you ready for your dessert?"

Answering her question, he tossed his hoodie aside and smacked her bottom to pull her in. She oomphed but moved forward. His limb stood ready to pound that dessert, and Ruby slowly sunk around him, gripping his broad shoulders while he kept her hands anchored to her plump hips. Softness tickled his skin, rubbing the goosebumps as her body leaned closer. She gasped, he groaned. So wet. She cooed when his hands drifted down to her backside, gripping marshmallow temptation with rugged, possessive fingers. If her hot breath caressed his neck, he made a show about it by roughly slapping that naughty posterior of hers. Doing that led to her flinching—jumping up in surprise—creating that delightful friction of bouncing. Silver eyes exploded from the pleasure spreading from her spine to her toes, and before she adjusted the tempo, Jaune controlled the speed and commanded her hips to move by using her firm butt as leverage.

Slender fingers dug into muscle-taut skin with her body leaning close.

Up, down, up, down, she rode him Huntress-style on the chair. Somehow the innocence of the apron upped the perversion. Not being able to see himself throttle inside Ruby awakened a primal urge inside of him, and Jaune kept sharp eye-contact with her as she feverishly bounced on his lap. She tried desperately not to squirm, not to have her mind scrambled from the ever-so magical deep penetration, moving her hands to press upon his pecs as a sort of leverage, but traitorous folds and Velvet-like hips tore down her resistance. She clasped him hard, shoving her breasts into his face while he smacked her rear. Ruby moaned. She kept on riding. Then he sucked on one of her nipples, teasing the nub between his teeth as one of his hands snaked up and cupped her other breast. Pleasure from above and happiness from below, she picked up the speed.

Her hips refused to stop shaking.

Jaune broke away from her chest to re-establish eye-contact. Monster. Ruby wouldn't dare allow him to break her, to make her lose control and orgasm first, but he wasn't playing fair. Her previous finger taunting left her vulnerable to stimulating penetration, and desperate walls clenched his thrusting member to drain him dry, except her starved lips had already sucked what remained of his reserves, forcing him to build-up more while her body ached from endless pounding. Just as her eyes started rolling back into her skull with her sights clouded in dazzling light, he leaned forward and whispered into her hot-and-bothered ear.

"I'm hungry for seconds."

Dust!

A dastardly, white-hot plumb burst inside her womb and her fingers pierced his seasoned skin with her thighs quenching to the sides of the chair and walls tensing him tightly. So much of his fertile seed filled her belly, leaking out her body with her head rested on his chest. She knew without a Grimm of doubt that without Beacon's free birth control, that would have conceived their little one. So. Much. Batter. Even still, this Milk Guzzler moaned from having her insides filled to the brim, losing strength to rest her body against his torso, but he refused to settle down his adrenaline with wingman Aura giving him a second wind.

He flipped her body and pressed her against the tiny table, forcing her to grip the edges.

Smack! Smack! Moan!

Ruby stood on her toes, taking each skin-pounding in strides. She clutched the table, hoping her arms wouldn't give out on her as her legs had. From the way her limbs began to shake like lifelessly jelly, they, too, would fall. Smack, smack, smack—very soon. Oh, Dust! A minute, maybe two, and her goodbye her strength. She couldn't even hold back her moans, guilty to growing louder by the push. Then, once she began inevitably falling, he reached out and seized her wrists in a vice-grip.

Ruby welcomed the control switch.

His tall stature worked to his advantage, allowing him to screw her from behind while she used the table as leverage. Thrust, thrust, using her arms as handlebars, he stretched her walls and thumped her nearly filled womb in rapid succession. Hitting harder, moving faster, he aimed to satisfy. She arched her back, a willing slave to the pleasure of having her baby-making room used as a toy, moaning with her eyes half-rolled back and tongue shamelessly out. Ninety-nine percent effective suddenly sounded too risky after considering the way they played in the bedroom.

Jaune didn't think so, drilling deeper and faster. Snowy Aura glowed to boost the effectiveness of his movements, assaulting her walls in delicious impacts that left her toes in a permanent state of euphoria. Another release edged closer, twisting an impossibly tight and bendable coil to such a degree, that Ruby knew if someone asked her to spell her name, she wouldn't be able to answer without moaning between each letter. He never slowed. Never tired. Aura granted him impressive stamina. She cooed at the endless possibilities of bedroom fun with this discovery, but for now, she clenched around his tempered flesh and allowed that coil to snap in a gratifying amount of ways.

This time she triggered his release, gripping him drunkenly close with a vaster influx of protein-rich milk spilling into her begging womb. Every inch inside her filled. Nothing remained free from his breeding seed. Her chest heaved as he dropped her lifeless arms. Two, three, four, ugh. Ruby laid boneless on the table, dripping her tip down her thighs. Any coherent abandoned left her. She twitched. Her chest swelled with her tongue rolled out. What little energy she managed to hold onto went into turning her head and speaking between huffing syllables.

"Thank you for your patronage. Please come again."

She expected the unexpected in the line of business she chose as a career, Grimm didn't play fair and square, but when he suddenly seized her arms and shoved her body against his imposing chest, backside bumpers pressed up to abs and pecs, Ruby squirmed when a still excited pastry rubbed the space between her dirty thighs. She failed to form words, shivering weakly in his arms when he chewed on her earlobe and kept her close with roaming, resolute hands. Her sweaty, worn body surrendered to his engraved stature, using his strength to keep her standing. Reddish hair clung to her transparent skin, soaked in sweat with portions of his earlier cream still staining those milksucking lips.

"Actually, I have room for thirds. And I can't forget to tip my waitress for such excellent service."

That bastard—moan!

Not. Fair. Ruby's sensitivity was exceedingly high. Every single one of her nerves screamed for an opportunity to rest on their luxurious bed, preferably with her head nuzzled on his shoulder. Maybe he threw away his deal and aimed to impregnate her after all tonight? None of that mattered. He nipped at her lobe while gripping her chest as playthings for more bedroom fun. Aura, while weakened from discharging an additional time, supplied him enough energy for one more bareback round of debauchery. He sat back and pulled her body in with both hands holding sweet, succulent thighs.

Impressive strength lifted her body before sinking her down onto her second helping.

Groan! Somehow her walls refused to rest, just as willing for another round. Not her, however. She lacked the stamina to lift her head, very less throttle her hips for more filthy acts that would color Yang's cheeks a honeysuckle red. Ruby had no choice but to lean back and wrap her arms around his head, moaning from every mind-numbing thrust against her traitorous hips. Not. Fair. Reverse Huntress on the chair, but using her sweaty groins as support, with her powerless. Pleasurable torture to a new degree and she held not a peep back. No willpower left. She moaned loud and proud, unable to keep her eyes open from the short-circuiting filthy perversion rotting her brain. Faster. Harder. Faster! Harder! Melons jigged from the restless movement with the sound of skin slapping skin impossible to ignore.

Ruby didn't last long against the naughty onslaught.

Neither did her future husband, spilling buckets inside her without warning, breeding her to the utmost of his abilities. Her head flew back with an immeasurable amount of batter filling her like some stuffed cinnamon roll, glazed with extra-adhesive cream all over its face. Ruby instantly wished she wore her bondage gear, because washing off fluids proved easier than fishnets and frilly aprons, and her body and outfit were soaked, just like her fiery walls and milk-loving tongue.

Once he sputtered his last drop, remaining semi-hard inside gripping folds, Ruby turned her head and whined. "Where did all that come from?"

He huffed. He puffed. "I guess I was starving. It's not my fault my wife's the best cook around."

"Dork." Ruby thinly smiled before catching her breath again. "Thanks to you, I'm so tired."

He rubbed her thighs and kissed the top of her head. "I thought the customer was always right?"

She scoffed. "Sleep. Now. Shop's closed."

Jaune chuckled but obliged his excellent server, carrying her with whatever strength he spared. He didn't even gently toss her on the bed, opting to fall flat on his back with her trapped in his arms. After such a strenuous workout on her tiny body, soreness hid all aches and pains. Ruby Rose enjoyed a rough roleplaying session. Sometimes, after having her brains screwed out, she considered in her creamy-stained head if changing her name to Ruby Roleplaying Rose would be pushing the envelope. That thought process never made it further than the planning stages since he usually received his second wind and toyed with her lewd body until her legs wobbled and mind turned to moldy mush.

Just like now, except the creamy filling sensation left her perfectly moist and tender.

Sleep.

Ruby turned and burrowed into his side, hugging his chest for dear life with the very likely possibility of her arm falling asleep in this position. Exhaustion didn't even come close to describe the sandbag feeling in her eyes. Her yawn was cute but drawn out and wheezy. When his arm embraced her midriff, she seized the appendage like a blanket and squeezed it for dear life. Buttery legs intertwined with his. She closed her eyes, sighed, and drifted off while stuffed in the tummy and a lingering taste of protein-rich milk staining her milk guzzling lips.

One satisfied customer.

...

Another day, another fun activity between Huntress and Android.

This one involved flipping a coin.

"I call heads!"

"Tails."

The coin landed on tails. Ruby groaned. Penny cheered. Sitting outside by Beacon's water fountain, they played this game of chance to see who had better luck. Penny said it was all statistics. Ruby called her a liar. A fifty-fifty chance one of them was right, and Ruby aimed to be the all-knowing coin master. So far, she lost every game. Maybe because they used a penny? Ah-ha! That was how Penny kept winning!

"We're switching coins!" Ruby announced, pulling out a dime. "This time, I know I'll win!"

Penny laughed. "It's all probability, Ruby. I have a fifty percent chance of calling it—!"

"It's all probability, Ruby! Oh, look at me! I'm Penny. I'm so smart! Fooey!" Ruby poked her friend on the nose. "If you're such a know-it-all, then how about a friendly wager?"

"A wager?" Penny asked. "Of what kind?"

She planted her thumb on her chest. "If I win, you have to be our maid for the day."

"Maid?"

"Yeah!" Ruby cheered. "Mine and Jaune's room is getting dirty and in need of a good cleaning."

A maid? Penny tinkered at the proposition. A friendly wager indeed. "And if I win?"

She shrugged. "... I don't know what? What do you want?"

Penny grinned innocently. "Another session with you and Jaune."

Ruby tomatoed at the thought of another threesome. She timidly poked her fingers together before igniting a fire in her eyes. "Deal! Heads!"

"Tails!"

Rose flipped the dime in the air. Polendina implored for statistics to favor her. The coin hit the floor, spinning mockingly before tumbling over, gnawing at their growing anticipation.

It landed on heads.

"Yes! I win!" Ruby yelled over the top. Penny frowned. "Better luck next time, Penny."

She accepted the odds for what they were and shrugged. "I have no experience when it comes to the duties of a maid."

"Don't worry about it! I'll send you a video later tonight. Just make sure you clean the room tomorrow. Jaune'll be busy with his team, and I'll be on a day mission."

Later that night.

True to her friend's word, Penny received a message on her Scroll from Friend Ruby with a video attachment and winking face caption. Being the analytical android that she was, Penny had already studied up on the process of a domestic housemaid. Whatever Ruby sent her couldn't be any more informative than the CCT results. Still, she clicked the video and hiccuped as it played.

"Oh my."

Ruby sent her a filthy video of her and Jaune roleplaying. Ruby acted as the naughty maid. Jaune the lustful-driven master. None of their outfits reflected what her searches showed, and she greedily downloaded the information with a depraved sponge-like fervor. Suddenly, the outfit she purchased for the occasion didn't show enough skin. All sets of mannerism she researched were incorrect. Everything Penny learned, she scrapped and junked.

She instead watched the video numerous times, changing her attire to fit the proper protocol of what her Friend Ruby wanted.

Once, maybe twice, a few times actually, Penny chewed on her lips with her fingers busy soaking her panties.

That following morning.

Penny entered the room to find Jaune Arc snoozing away on the divan without any clothes, only a single sheet covering his lower half. Those she found haphazardly thrown across the floor. Ruby's bedroom partner mumbled something dream-like, hugging his pillow and pretending it was mouthwatering ham. Huh? A question not worth pursuing. Instead, she walked into their bathroom to change without disturbing him from his slumber.

A few minutes later, Penny exited the room and came out wearing her horny maid outfit.

An adorable, lace mob cap hugged her head in front of her signature bow. The black-laced garter belt acted as her maid's skirt too, micro in size, frilly in design, and resting on the top of her butt while covering nothing of her bouncy, freckled rump. Each leg adored nylon stockings. Equally frilly armbands added to the fun, strapped around both her arms, matching her black choker. No top half, Penny wore no dress to cover her creamy stomach and perky breasts. Neither underwear.

Excellent!

She smiled, twirling around before fixing her incredibly tiny skirt. Grabbing her trusty feather duster, she turned around and paused, her eyes growing wide. Hiccup! Jaune had shifted in his dream state and now slept with his arms thrown out in opposite directions, laying on his back. Nothing weird about that. Nope! Her parameters were locked on the sheet tent standing at full mast.

Oh!

Penny read about this.

Morning wood.

That was the proper term from her online research. Fascinating. She tiptoed over to the bed to inspect the dirty deed before her. Tempted hands grabbed the bedsheet. Anticipation gnawed on her CPU, but she tossed the bedding away and hiccuped at the sight of an angry, veiny piece of meat glaring at her. Finding such an object attached to him, of all people, beat all logic out of her. Fuzzy recollections of thrusting heated her body, so it surprised her not when her hand went out to feel it.

One finger gently touched the throbbing member, flinching when it twitched from the sudden contact. She cooed and ran her digit downward, inspecting the density and raw heat it released. Hard. Her squishy thighs nervously rubbed as memories reminded her what this thing between his legs was capable of, and how her body reacted. Clad in nothing but the filthiest of maid clothing—courtesy of extensive online research and her boundless curiosity—Penny Polendina hungrily licked her lips.

Relieving her Master's stress was part of the maid's oath.

Waking him up with an old-fashioned blowjob was part of that tradition. So Penny ignored sleepy beauty to lean down and grab the pulsating flesh. Hot. Stroking it caused dumb-dumb to mumble in his sleep, stretching that goofy, drool covered smile. Jerking caused his hips to buckle, but he remained napping. She did that for some time, rubbing him with his breathing ever so softly turning haggard. Soon residue stickiness coated her hand, a warning of what remained dormant inside. All she did was wash her palm, licking her fingers clean, and tasting the treat that belonged to her. Unique. Exquisite. The flavor left a lasting impression of her highly fine-tuned tongue.

More.

Temptation overpowered her systems like a hacking mistress, and Penny acted nothing more than her willing slave. Resisting was futile. This time she leaned her entire body down to bring her face centimeters away. A musky odor quickly infiltrated her mainframe and nose receptors. Heart-shaped pupils threatened to bypass her approved recognition and reprogram her design.

Penny hiccuped.

Such a malware engrossed scent, it grounded her processing speed to a near halt. Inhaling it seemed to spread the virus to her mainframe, provoking the rosy tint to spread across her face and eyelids to droop. Her tongue hung out, eager to lick it clean with her jerking picking up momentum. Juices gradually spilled out of her, and by ones-and-zeroes, please demand service of her. Maid Penny was here to serve, satisfy, and suck.

Penny obeyed her protocol.

She planted a small kiss against the skin, adding a second smooch to the base, and third on the tip. More stickiness glossed over her mouth with those pecks turning into energetic licking. No surface of tempered tissue was safe, going from somewhat dry to drool covered in a few heartbeats. Tender lips eventually wrapped around the head and bobbled, sinking deeper between each bounce before she took his entire package completely. A lack of a gag reflex meant no choking, granting her the ability to keep her mouth stuffed while her tongue worked under the base. She did come up, but not for air, only to suck harder and faster.

Never once did she break eye-contact with the now stirring Arc.

Penny kept her cool throughout the throat-expanding experience, grinning when he finally awoke to find her blowing him in bed. A million and one things went through his mind during the fluid exchange, mostly how good Penny's head was. At first, while shifting between unconscious and consciousness, he had conceived that either Ruby's mission was delayed or the morning spitshine was her idea of a going-away gift. Now, he knew wholeheartedly that neither was the case, and the velvety soft lips wrapped around his member, with a bouncier butt at the side of the bed, belonged to Penny.

He panicked.

"P-Penny?! What are you doing here?" Jaune just noticed her appearance. "And why are you dressed like that?"

"I lost a bet with Ruby." Penny said matter-of-factly, acting like she wasn't sucking him off in naughty clothing. "And per the terms of the agreement, I am to act as your maid for the day. So I implore you to relax and enjoy your wakeup call."

"What?!"

She grinned. "I'm here to service all your needs. I'm French Maid Ready!"

French Maid Ready? What did that even—gah! His head fell back when she engulfed his entire package in one gulp. So good. Her mouth was warm, drool slippery and thick, and throat tight. Worst of all, she never broke eye-contact as she bobbled. Penny sucked him high and dry with her body leaned from the side of the bed, bare, freckled posterior pushed out and in full range of his hand. The urge to stretch his palm out and massage the round mounds, maybe even tease her while she slurped, grew to dangerous, blood-rushing heights, and he had to make sure this was alright with Ruby before giving in to his primal instincts.

"Where's my Scroll? I need to call Ruby."

He loathed and loved how frustrated Penny appeared with her head sunk to the bottom of his shaft. Eyes of green almost broke him. To torture him, Penny gradually released him, leaving him drenched in her drool before waltzing across the room to retrieve his Scroll from an out-of-place nightstand. Her movements were slow, hips bouncing, all to emphasize her spacious rear for his viewing pleasure. Stained nylons added to the fun, and he gulped when he noticed her merciless fingers teasing the insides of her folds, abandoning any jerking motion to drain him entirely with her relentless suction techniques.

His soaked member twitched.

Jaune gulped. Penny grinned.

Only now, he noticed nothing shielded her chest, exposed to the air with that particular part of the uniform removed. Perky breasts and stiff areolas of pink stood at attention with her creamy stomach bare and belly button adorable. Unfair, taunting him with seduction and naughty innocence. He forgot about the Scroll until she handed it to him, leaning forward on the bed. Her mouth hovered over her ear, dropping in tone.

"Here you go, as you requested."

Failing strength retrieved the Scroll, and he dialed the number, only for her to sink back in for a sloppy second severing. A head rolled back. Penny wasted no time to resume her maid-ly duties. No more holding back, she deepthroated exclusively, never breaking eye-contact as her head thumped in perpetual motion. This time she kneeled on the edge of the bottom, pushing her rear up. The curvature of rounded marshmallows weakened his resolve, and his endurance to keep from exploding in her mouth dropped faster than her mouth.

As the Scroll beeped, he gathered his remaining energy.

Fingers held orange locks, ready at a moment's notice to pull her head away. Maid Penny enjoyed the rough texture of his grip, applying twice as much pleasure with each throatful turning into a deepthroat. His staying power, for lack of a better term, was impressive. A futile resistance, the treat inside belonged to her. More than once, she caught him staring at her derrière. A sense of pride swelled up in her processor, including the meat log in her mouth, and she teased him by slapping her cheeks hard. That made the thing in her neck expand, and Jaune couldn't thank Dust enough that Ruby picked up before he delivered his compacted, sticky load down her throat.

"Rubes!" Jaune groaned. So close. "Penny's in our room and dressed as a maid and—!"

"Oh!" Ruby answered from the other line, out-of-breath. "Sorry, yeah, I forgot to tell you. Penny lost a bet and has to be our maid for the day."

Penny smirked around his member, and he moaned. "What k-kind of maid?"

"A maid!" Ruby suddenly cut off, coming back on a minute later. "Look, Jaune, I'm a little busy with Grimm—behind you, Weiss! So I gotta go! Just let Penny do her thing."

He groaned again. "Are you sure? I mean—?"

"Trust me! I sent her a video!" Ruby yelped. "Alright! Bye! Yang, watch out!"

Click!

Jaune stayed ghostly quiet. He almost didn't believe it if it wasn't for that I sent her a video part. Did she send her that homemade video? Was this some sort of reward? Gah! So hard to concentrate. Penny's unbounded enthusiasm left him weak. She knew this, she abused it, and her prey had no fight left in him.

"Ruby said it was fine."

Penny released his member with an audible pop. "Told you. Now, relax and allow Maid Penny to service you."

Nibble fingers grabbed and carelessly tossed the Scroll over her shoulder and firmly pressed her palm against agitated pecks. No fight remained in Jaune. One frustrated and pent-up body collided with the pillows, resigning to a warm mouth. Those once stubborn fingers loosened, freeing her hair to travel downward, from the arch of her spine to the perfectly balanced fat of her butt.

Penny redoubled her efforts without any more distractions holding either of them back.

Slurp! Suck! Slap!

Perverted greens glared at corrupted blues. The taste of pre-stickiness invaded Penny's mouth, along with his digits and her butt. She felt him near his limit, fingering herself faster while he played with that other hole. Pleasure from both sides was overloading her sensors. Toes curled involuntarily. That other hand of his played with her breasts, roughly pinching and tugging. Breathing grew erratic. A pair of supple lips sucked their absolute hardest. Hips buckled. Penny choked.

Suck!

A messy eruption of hot white exploded in Penny's mouth while she squirted from simultaneous stimulation.

His hand pushed her head down to feast with her gulping everything down in a glutinous frenzy, still keeping filthy eye-contact. As she devoured her meal, her hips trembled from orgasming, turning into putty in his arms. He rubbed those child-bearing thighs so fondly, more than ready to put his potent seed inside her, but Penny nearly swallowed every drop with some escaping past her lips, sticking as lipgloss. She giggled, releasing his still hard member coated in drool and residue cream. Whatever remained in her mouth, she swallowed, but not before showing him swishing it around with her tongue. Then Penny licked her lips clean before diving in to clean up any leftovers.

Maid Penny never left a job unfinished.

An aggressive tongue made short work of the sloppy mess with a classic spitshine. Jaune patiently watched, still so packed. So ready to bend her over the bed and teach her the finer points of in-and-out. Penny knew. She poured down the remaining cream down her throat, keeping her half-lidded eyes trained on him before kissing the tip clean. Another twitch, followed by a stretching, eye-curving grin, and she sighed in satisfaction, stomach full.

She wiped her mouth clean.

All finished.

Miss Polendina took it upon herself to maneuver on the bed and plop her delicate body right on his abs, sticking the hot-and-ready meat between her buns. Squishy, drenched thighs hugged his muscular frame with her palms planted flatly on his iron-like chest. Her lips curved upward with her figure leaning forward to rub him in the most inviting of ways, still oh-so wet. Juices dripped on his abdominal and partially elsewhere.

Penny failed at playing dumb.

"I hope you enjoyed your wakeup call, but I'm afraid I must clean up the various messes around the room. Pardon me."

Humming, humming, humming. Penny grabbed her trusty feather duster and dusted the heck of all the dust bunnies hiding in the corners, fully aware of his eyes tracing the outline of her back. No possible programming existed to suppress her stretching grin when she heard him leave his bed and loudly approach her. She played coy, purposely bending down and posing her bottom out as she swept rhythmically.

Hiccup!

A firm hand slapped her feather duster away with something hard pressing between her buttocks. Penny's lips wobbled when he did nothing more, waiting for her to bend down and retrieve her tool. Following that order, she loudly moaned when it rubbed between her cheeks, turning crimson when those same hands grabbed her chest. Rapacious fingers pinched and squeezed as a solid rod rubbed her rump. Then, to escalate the fun, he grabbed her feather duster once more and waved it in front of her blushing face before tossing it over her shoulder.

Again he waited.

Oops! Clumsy her. Penny turned around to bump into his broad chest. A tiny, lithe frame versus a larger, broader one. She guiltily glanced up, rubbing her legs weakly together from the beastly look in those hypnotizing cobalt blues of his. As to offer him a prize, her arms bunched to press her breasts together.

Dripping in embarrassing anticipation, she greedily accepted it when his hands grabbed handfuls of her butt, pulling her closer. A blushing hue crossed her nose when he rubbed his package between her soaking legs and delicate, still very sensitive folds, turning bubbly confidence into desperation that remodeled itself into her resting her hands against his imposing chest.

Penny disabled her firewall completely.

She never resisted when he used her body like a ragdoll and forced her to turn around and hug the wall. He spread her legs wide apart and dipped two fingers into her walls while leaning so unbearably close. She moaned. She dripped. The hot breath of his mouth tickled her ear's receptors, turning an already spilling maid into a squirting machine.

"I have to meet my team soon." Jaune whispered. "So we'll make this quick."

"Affirmative!"

Circuits! He removed his devious fingers to rub himself against her entrance, teasing her by sticking the tip unacceptably slow. Programming made her hips buckle on their own for stimulation, but a compelling grip kept her still and at his pace. Nuts and bolts, move! Stretch her walls out! Spank her! Teach this filthy maid a lesson in etiquette! Penny begged for such punishment by shamelessly rubbing her bottom all over that discipline rod.

Then he claimed her.

So sudden, so deviously quick, Penny found herself dreamily stretched while bound to stand on her tippy toes from the magnitude of his thrust. Her back bumpers absorbed some of the impacts, but the mind-deleting collisions made her body overheat. Her RAM considerably slowed between each accelerated smack, and she squeezed tight with her tongue rolled out.

So good!

Penny moaned with her eyes closed and sensitivity and pleasure receptors set to the highest max settings. Using the wall as leverage, she effortlessly surrendered to the pounding she was receiving, hiccuping as he pushed her hands up and held them there while holding her waist with the other. Such a technique allowed her body to go limp in his arms. Height difference forced her to stand on her toes to accommodate for the mass thrusting.

No wonder Friend Ruby was addicted to this activity.

Each thrust reached her womb's entrance. With her walls stretched and insides rubbed so fiercely, so vigorously, so inhumanly rough, any sign of coherent thought vanished.

So deep.

He changed positions.

Suddenly pinning her to the wall and punishing her by pounding her away with toe standing goodness wasn't enough. Nope! He switched tactics and used her arms as handlebars, hitting harder, striking deeper, spreading to his pleasure. Her eyes threatened to roll into the back of her head, roughly halfway through their sockets. The riveting sound of cheeks slapping his pelvis echoed loudly in the room, and Penny loved the shameful act of it all.

Smack! Slap! Spank!

Addicting, so mind-numbingly addicting, it left her in a drunken stupor of pleasure. She moaned so loudly that others outside might hear them in their lovemaking. Jaune didn't care. In fact, her mewing encouraged him to try twice as hard. He wanted to break that voice. She welcomed the challenge, brain short-circuited with her walls clenching his manhood tight in a slippery vice-grip. More. More! Increased pressure! Pound her womb silly!

In for a Penny, in for a pounding!

Hiccup!

Discharge. Jaune gave Penny a final toe-curling thrust that sent her systems haywire and filled her artificial womb to the brim with his hot and densely packed seed. Pleasure overload had her walls squeezing him impossibly tight, not allowing a single drop to spill out. A trembling frame soon followed as his last spurts emptied inside her with her head rolling back before falling, body limp in his hold. Penny thanked her pristine bolts that he held her up because she lacked the strength to move.

Cleaning was going to be a challenge.

Just allow her some much-needed recharge, an hour at the most, then she would be fully operational. Until then, she needed time to reboot. Not an issue once Jaune departed to spend time with his team—eh?! What?! He swiftly pulled her back toward his chest and hoisted her up by her legs, fastening them up stiff with his hands locked behind her head. Penny didn't know what to make of it until he stuffed her again, except he avoided her folds and plunged her other hole.

For one glorious nanosecond, her operating systems crashed.

Her butt? He was hammering her—moan! Penny abandoned all coding and enjoyed the ride. He attacked her bottom with the equally same vigor as her cunt, going in-and-out in speeds in a way she couldn't comprehend with her limited data usage. Such aggression, her toes curled and wobbled with her fingers freezing up. Drool dripped down her mouth with her eyes now rolled back. Artificial intelligence lost. She had a screwed silly expression with heart-shaped pupils fully integrated.

Ones and zeroes, ones and zeroes, her head felt like a few screws were loose. Good, amazing, so stupendous. The stretching of her other hole surpassed everything. Bits of his creamy seed dripped out of her moist folds while he thrust so violently. She didn't notice anything. In, out, in, out! Penny's legs twitched with her impending release incoming, moaning wildly. Just a few more—hiccup!

"Inside me! To prevent spillage!"

Jaune obliged and unloaded inside with her release hitting twice as hard. Her head twisted back as she squirted all over the floor, trembling in ecstasy with her toes curled and fingers shaking.

Penny Polendina's files were beyond corrupted.

Their conjoined orgasms rode their bodies ragged until it left him standing there, holding Penny up with her gasping so hard that someone might mistake it for heavy breathing. Jaune leaned back to fall on the bed with her rolling over to rest on her stomach, spilling from both ends. Every jolt or voltage in her body practically burned out with her circuits fried. She was drained entirely of her battery. Somehow, someway, he still had the stamina to move, dressing in the background with her eyes closing due to a one percent charge.

"I'll be back later, Penny." Jaune said as he headed toward the door. "I can't wait to see how the room looks when I get back."

Her eyes grew wide in shock.

Right. Cleaning. Penny's main objective. Just give her a few hours to recharge her batteries. Yeah. Sleep. She went into hibernation mode when Jaune shut the door closed.

Hours later, once her batteries renewed enough power, she resumed dusting with a visible limp. Memories of the act were saved and stored away in a dream file for later use. Until then, she cleaned, vacuumed, and dusted, removing embarrassing spills from cotton and opening a window as she hummed beep-boop-bop. Everything went without a hitch until she opened their indoor closet.

"Oh my, this is embarrassing."

Sex toys galore! A closet stuffed with various items and outfits! Kinks glowed in front of her, tempting her with sweet, succulent words to grab them. Checking to see if the perimeter was secure, she curiously grabbed a jeweled butt plug, burning up. Well, since no one was looking, the filthy maid stuck it inside, moaning before checking out the other gadgets. Soon she was on the freshly made bed, spanking her freckled butt with a wooden paddle, on all fours, moans muffled by her gag. Harder, harder, harder! She showed her behind no mercy, drooling through the muzzle with a set of vibrators strapped to her nylon leggings, all set to max.

Then Jaune walked in.

Time froze for the filthy maid.

His eyes roamed her body, the devices she borrowed, and the paddle in her hand. Quietly, he closed the door and saw the closet open. Two and two got put together, and before she made a muffled peep, he strolled over to the closet and retrieved a blindfold. Penny never moved a muscle when he wrapped it tight around her eyes. She didn't react when he swiped the paddle from hand. However, when he spanked her reddened behind, she couldn't keep herself in check and moaned.

"Filthy maids need to be punished."

She couldn't agree more.

Spank!

Sometime later, sitting on the edge of the bed with his Scroll in hand, Jaune chit chatted with Ruby. Penny was busy on her knees, milking his member dry. She wasn't ashamed to admit she was sucking her best for the off-chance of a reward or another punishment. An encore performance of earlier was what she aimed for, dragging her tongue along the shaft like a lollipop. Worshiping came naturally. She remembered when Ruby called.

At the time, she had hungrily chewed her lips in anticipation of more bedroom fun, stroking the fabric tent with her lithe body pressed against his. It was only fair, Jaune demanded she took responsibility for putting him in such a state. She couldn't have agreed more, dropping to her knees while licking his abs on the way down. The belt fumbling came after before she wrapped fervent lips around his member.

Then Ruby had called.

"Hey! So what's the word? How did Penny do?"

He smiled innocently. "Penny did an amazing job! The room's spotless."

Ruby laughed on the other line. "Great! I knew she would. I'm sure she's going to tell me all about it tomorrow."

They shared a laugh over their Scroll with Ruby mentioning small bits of her mission as Penny slurped, slobbered, and sucked dutifully in the background.

The following day.

Ruby spat out her milk.

"You did what?!"

"I performed my maid-ly duties. I cleaned, washed, and serviced all of Jaune's needs. From blowjobs, to him pinning me against the wall, and washing your socks."

Her confused friend sputtered gibberish, acting insane with her frantic hand movements. "Where'd you get that idea?!"

Penny blinked. "From the video you sent me. It was very educational."

"Video?" Ruby mumbled in disbelief.

Team RWBY's leader frantically checked her Scroll's messages, going through the videos she sent her friend, only to come across the naughty roleplay of her and Jaune playing a clumsy maid and unforgiving master. Her face blushed so brightly that it matched the ends of her strands with silver growing exponentially bigger.

Penny witnessed something spectacular.

Ruby Rose's soul left her body in an astral projection as her friend in question foamed at the mouth.

Miss Foaming at the Mouth shook in her seat, head thrown back. No wonder Jaune was acting extra affectionate today, treating her to a day of whatever she wanted to do, including dinner and a gun show. Good mood, her hiney!

Lack of communication. Lack of communication. Lack of communication. So far, her mantra to not throttle her non-meat person friend was only moderately working. Veins popped on her head with something akin to a murderous glint appearing into those sharp steels of silver.

Crushing her friend's artificial windpipe never sounded so good.

No. No! That wasn't fair. She did send Penny the wrong video. Partial blame belonged to her. It wasn't Penny's fault that she was common-sense-challenged. So she decided to change the subject and wait to see the end results.

When Ruby Rose saw how utterly amazing the room looked—she even saw her reflection in the hardwood—she decided to pretend the whole incident never happened. Better for her. Better for them. Better for everyone.

...

Penny Polendina craved experience.

Her first sexual encounter left an infinite loop in her mainframe.

The maid one upped that desire to a one-hundred percent certainty.

She wanted more. Her wiring refused to forget it. Once Penny Polendina experienced the taste of a real girl activity, she entreated more. More. More! Like a virus screwing up her internal mainframe, all she could think about was riding Friend Ruby's boyfriend until he erupted inside her chamber. Again and again. It had left her a mess. Then her meddlesome nature had her researching other ways to mollify her newest pallet.

She began to learn the various kinks of the perverted plane.

So much to discover! She researched to her pacemaker's content. Gizmos. Positions. Terms and occupations, she uncovered many fascinating facts of the sexual underworld. The CCT network more than had plenty of source material. Some made her cheeks hued. Others tickled her curiosity, few caused her to hiccup, but one garnered her fancy.

Dominatrix.

Videos of a dominant female contender in the bedroom appealed to her. Her toys did not discriminate. All heeled to her presence. The more she studied the subject, the duller everything else became. Her search history, enough to give her creator a heart attack, was filled with revealing outfits and numerous guidebooks.

Dominatrix's status suited her for various reasons.

Something just clicked for her. A switch flipped. Her artificial body, while not a meat person, was more advanced and structurally built than the average human or Faunus. Food or liquids wasn't a factor she stressed over. Sleep either. Penny Polendina proved superior to others. Not an egocentric thing, merely stating facts.

It only made logical sense Ruby submitted to her demands.

Her enigmatic algorithm fixated on Ruby for that reason. Countless simulations backed up her data.

Qualifications for a sex pet factored on multiple things. Pervertedness. Trust. A background of on-her-knees inspired encounters. Willingness to suck. Enthusiasm to slurp. Choking and gagging galore—all of it! She had all that and more, but one key attribute made her the ideal slave.

Ruby possessed eagerness.

Her devotion to helping her overcome her non-meat person obstacles warmed her processors. Sharing her Jaune proved beneficial, an eye-opener. Without a doubt, Ruby could help her experiment with her newest crave. It was understandable that her friend was the appropriate choice to help her transition into her newfound fetish. Experimenting with Ruby had been adventurous. Invigorating.

Fun.

She envisioned it now.

Ruby in tight, latex constricting outfits, bound together by bondage gear and teased mercilessly by sexual devices. Her slave. Her toy. Her plaything. Whips. Paddles. Lotions. Everything to adequately discipline a filthy girl. She already wore form-hugging corsets in public with thigh-squishing nylons, adding a dominatrix into the mix wouldn't be too challenging.

Dominatrix Penny.

Huh? Not quite. Penny preferred the term mistress. Dominatrix Penny didn't enunciate as well as Mistress Penny.

Miss-tress Pen-ny.

Much better.

Gears! Impatient feet jumped off their bed. All the daydreaming was driving her bolts nuts! She must contact Ruby immediately to set up a meeting. Retrieving her Scroll, she swiftly swept over Ruby's contact and made her demands known, typing precisely. Subtly, lost on this perky android.

Salutations, Friend Ruby, I would like to request another sexual experience. What are you currently up to?

Now to wait for her response.

A frenzied butt waited on the bed, wiggling from growing anticipation. Wiggle-wiggle! Lucky for Penny, the wait wasn't too long as her Scroll beeped minutes after. She blinked at the awaiting picture message, not expecting such a response, at least not a photographic one.

Then she clicked the attachment open.

Oh!

Penny innocently smiled at the photo.

Ruby sent her an incriminating upper-body picture with one arm holding her Scroll away, lips hungrily wrapped around Jaune's member, enjoying a thick treat of sticky, messy white. Her new lip gloss dripped down her chin, spilling onto her exposed chest and breasts. Judging by the time and coloration of the background, Ruby was currently underneath a desk during Grimm Studies. On her knees. No clothing. No awareness of classroom etiquette. Bare back, bare shoulders. She sucked, slurped, and gobbled him high-and-dry with her eyes shining and nipples painfully erect. The other hand was too busy throwing up an inappropriate peace sign during the whole debacle. Somehow her pigtails upped the entire lewdness of the daunting gesture.

I'm busy rewarding Mr. Smartypants over here for getting an A plus. Pantless edition. He's a smart cookie, my smart cookie, stuffed with delicious cream filling and a side of warm milk. Thick. Just the way I like it.

She practically danced in her room.

Voila!

Only further proof of Ruby's sexual tendencies, photographic evidence, too. Only the filthiest partook in classroom debauchery. She not only enjoyed the moments, but she savored them.

Penny giggled at the caption.

Rewarding, she understood that practice. A mistress must reward for appropriate behavior, discipline for inappropriate, and train to maintain dominance. Gifts depended on the Mistress, and she would be a forgiving one, although rough. Ruby would be willing to obey, Penny knew without a doubt. Docile. Aroused. Those wide eyes, her hungry lips, that enthusiastic tongue, all excellent for serving.

Perky, with a go-to lewd command function.

Please meet me in my room when you're available, as I can see you're currently preoccupied.

Penny never expected another reply, especially not from Jaune instead, but it made all the sense once she opened the attached file. Ruby appeared on the screen again with her lips still wrapped firmly around the head of his veiny organ, slobbered in spit and viscous fluids. Winking at the camera, Ruby had her breasts wrapped securely around his member with her skin drenched in his potent seed. Much of her face received the same facial with bits of her hair dripping. Her hands used her chest to massage him as she gluttoned for a second helping of homemade cream. Soft. Supple. Lewd. Jaune would not last long between Ruby's greedy tongue and fluffy pillows. The addition of her clothes spewed in the background painted a vivid picture for the curious android, all the more reason to taint her wild Rose.

Filth of that level needed taming.

Penny shut her Scroll and headed into Vale to prepare for her upcoming adventure. Preparations had to be made before her friend arrived. So little time, so much to do. At least she simpered at her fleeting thought as she ran out the door and toward the nearest Bullhead.

Ruby Rose.

Penny Polendina's puppet.

...

"I've been to Junior's Club. It's okay."

"We could go to Lazy Cat. I heard it's got a great ambiance."

"I would much rather partake in some more refined ballroom dancing than some—!"

Humph!

Ruby pushed her Scroll up higher to ignore her fellow teammates talking about dancing the night away at whatever club they could decide on, mashing buttons as loud as humanly possible. Socializing. Dancing. Yadda-yadda. She didn't care for it, not her style of fun. Luckily, they knew this, and not even Yang's you need to get out of your shell nonsense applied here. Ruby hated crowded locations. Yang got a night off to blow off steam without fussing over her sister. Things worked themselves out, but pretending that their bickering wasn't throwing her off her zone in this game became increasingly difficult. Whatever reason could there be for her crabbiness? None!

At least she assumed her anger came from the game, but when Yang asked the faithful question. "I dance to burn off steam, what about you Rubes, how do you relax?"

Ruby lowered her Scroll. What did she do to burn off his stress? Oh, her stress reliever happened to be six-foot-one, and two-hundred pounds of raw muscle wrapped together as a wacky noodle. More like a beefy ravioli, but those didn't act like dorks, so noodles it was. If she really needed a genuine mind-number, she had that body press her up against a wall and ram into her over-and-over again, hitting deep, fast, and hard until she forgot her name and pierced skin. Those days always ended up with a searing kiss, and an explosion of white-hot stickiness that left her feeling stuffed, sweaty, and utterly exhausted.

Ruby couldn't lie to her sister, only sprinkle half-truths. "I mess with Jaune's sword."

Yang huffed. "You're still on that? Haven't you put Vomit Boy through enough?"

Nope. Not even close.

Jaune's sword belonged to her! She earned the right to spit polish that blade and reap in the benefits. For example, that weapon was built to last. Thrusting over-and-over again in a primitive way that left her a boneless mess beneath him, way before it needed maintenance, with her begging for a break that would never come. Animalistically savage that left her breathless and sweaty. Sometimes he pressed her against a wall, or locked her arms above her head, or relaxed on the bed while she rode until he erupted—!

Uh-oh. Ruby turned herself on, the wetness in her panties and flushed skin told her, and her stress reliever left for a mission hours ago for some team bonding merriment. Dummy wouldn't be back for a week, and knowing Nora's energetic capers, would be too drained for any bedroom fun. Double whammy! She had the room all to herself for the next couple of hours.

Triple whammy!

Turned on without a sword to maintenance, Ruby fidgetted on her bed and glared. "Not even close. I've worked too hard on that weapon to give it up now. It's mine."

Yang opened her mouth, checked the time on her Scroll, and shrugged. "Whatever you say, Rubes. Just don't go breaking that sword."

She humphed. She had no such intention of damaging the goods, but she failed to tell Yang and her friends as they huddled together to pick the perfect destination to dance the night away. Good. Good! Leave her alone because she needed to burn off some stress. Preferably with her stress reliever, but with that missing for the next week, her fingers would have to pick up the slack, or so she thought.

Not even five minutes after her teammates left, Ruby stripped down to her birthday suit and worked furiously at her nether region, but nothing came of it. No moan. No imagery. Zip. Eager digits weren't enough to satisfy her, much less bring her to a toe-curling release. She had devoured the real meal too many times to count. Finger food no longer filled her taste palette. What rotten luck. Something, anything, she required a toy or gadget to help her break that coil in her stomach.

Maybe a late-night, super-speed Semblance run to her favorite store would help kill her urges?

...

The Handsy Huntress became a home away from away from home to one Ruby Rose.

For one so adorably sweet and carrot corn charming, her shopping bin held an assortment of things that would make her dad fall into shock and turn her sister ghost white. How could she resist? A wide variety of selections of perverted accessories were at her beck and call. Experimentation led to toys. Those led to toe-curling bedroom fun. So on and so forth. Ruby would be a dumb-dumb fool not to take advantage of their summer sale.

So she shopped the adult storm as if the grocery market, checking out toys and grabbing a specific something to help take the edge off until Jaune returned. Red in color, long in design, cold to the touch, lifeless, somewhat spongey, and it came with batteries, but she frowned at the cheap plastic. Not her proudest moment, spinning her insides into knots, and she had placed a spanking paddle into her bin only minutes ago.

"It's only a week."

Somehow that churned her stomach into tighter knots, and she tossed the item inside. Next came her favorite part of the store, the costume section. Everything here was meant to tease, expose, or amplify her body. Between the choices, she preferred having her Rubooty and Ruboobies exposed in all their naturalness, with some added help to make roundness pop and perkiness zing. Corsets worked wonders to her breasts, while skin-squishing stockings electrified her butt. A snug collar tied the package together with a lace bow that might or might not be used to tie Ruby down while he screwed her from behind.

Corsets and yummy-tummy nylons were great on their own, peeper pleasing clothing, but her active imagination demanded substance and a chance to stretch its toes, hence her stop at the Filthy-Nilly costume section. She smiled upon the apron choices. All of them ranged from size and length, going from decent to downright filthy, like that only covered her top or bottom filth. She grabbed the tiniest, tightest one, and hopped over to the skirt section. Micro for beginners, to ones that rested on the curvature of the bum and were transparent. It was to no coincidence that the stacked high-heels accompanied the clothing. She was guilty of buying the platform ones that added the extra tilt on her back, both spine and butt. She mindlessly grabbed a transparent red one and strolled over to the shirt section.

Those varied in length only, losing more and more threading on the bottom the longer she searched. Underboob and midriff played a vital part in the clothing, an aspect she planned to admire in the dressing room. Medium went from small, and that transformed into dolly size, meant to stretch tightly around a chest. Those paired well with the filthy skirts.

Ruby snatched a few shirts, sticking close to a color palette to white or red. Some with wording, others flimsy. Out of principle, she swiped the Mega Milk shirt off the rack. Not her size just yet—fingers crossed for Yang-level genetics—but she was a growing, good girl who drank her milk. Most of her chest would remain hidden, but roundness should peek out from the bottom, added with twirls and bends. Such a fashion choice demanded a fitting before purchasing, and she waltzed toward a dressing room to try on the questionable outfit.

Unlacing her corset, she tossed aside her bodice and upper portion of her dress, shuffling the shirt on. Huh? She blinked. It fitted much tighter than she expected, barely allowing any room to breathe with her chest constricting the bending cotton. She inspected her newest wardrobe in the mirror, frowning instantly from the reflection.

Hn? Nope, nope. Something felt wrong about wearing this shirt while dressed in her other clothes. Seconds later, she spun out of her attire and posed at the mirror with only her shirt and panties. Much better, not perfect, but almost there. Just a little more useless modesty to toss away. So with a tug of the string and stretch of the legs, and whoosh—gone went the unmentionables—leaving her near bare except for the tiny shirt that exposed two bountiful goodies and curves of areola pink underneath. A slender frame, long legs, and taut skin magnified her outfit. She smirked and spun on her feet, throwing a sly glance over her shoulder to check out her bottom. Mmmm. Round. Muffin firm, but cherry in shape. The curvature of her spine worked wonders to push the eyes toward her marshmallow blessed hills.

She slapped one cheek, whimpering from the stinging, pleasing sensation. A second slap, this time on the other cheek, soon turned both creamy treats red with a hint of rosary pink. A quick glance in the mirror reflected her puckered lips and bedroom eyes, showing the height of her perversion and she frowned, knowing her partner wouldn't be returning for a week. Playing with herself wasn't the same anymore, not after having the real thing taking care of her needs in hip-thrusting, mind-numbing, beast-like fashion, and now she got her engine running while wearing this shirt and in a store covered in toys meant to relieve stress.

Sigh.

She quickly found her clothing and threw the shirt into the bin, pretending the moistness in her lingerie wasn't there. Her feet rushed through the area, begging to escape before she got any more naughty ideas in the store. Not two steps out of the changing section did Ruby bump into a rack of bondage outfits, entrancing her to touch and run her fingers over the Aura-restricting latex. Hypnotizing roleplaying mindsets captured her shuffled thoughts, and before she realized it, Ruby swiped the dominatrix outfit from off the rack before doing the same for the slave gear. She lifted one and dropped the other, only to repeat the process in reverse. Left, right? Left, right? Arg!

Snickerdoodles!

Side-by-side comparison made her squirm in place. What to wear? More importantly, what to buy?

Mistress gear augmented her Rubooty and brightened her perky chest. Wearing latex was a favorite past time of hers, corsets squeezed in all the right places, and latex boots made her feel taller and powerful. Not to forget it came with not one, but two adorable hats, and it looked like a Grimm with fur attached to the end of the stockings and corset. Ruby imagined it now, walking around the room with her goods exposed in hearty, long struts as she tasted her riding crop with deliberately firm strokes of her tongue. One foot would be planted on her strapping prisoner's chest, anchored above his torso so he could have a clear view of her shaven womanhood. Wet. Hot. Dripping in anticipation, only for his limbs to have Aura-suppression handcuffs attached to the bedposts, but she would be a merciful mistress and allow him the opportunity to win her favor by sitting on his face and granting his the tongue the chance to win his freedom. All the while she would stroke him, possibly offer a kiss or two, but never a wrap of her lips. Not until he made her see countless stars, and perhaps, hypothetically speaking, she would suck him dry. Plus, the outfit matched her hair.

Then her sights shifted toward the slave outfit.

Submissive clothing left her in a permanent state of hot-and-bothered. Latex binds attached to the back of this outfit, keeping arms locked tight in the arch of the wearer's back, forcing an exposed chest upward in a begging and pleading fashion. Belt loops around the skintight leggings would keep her kneeling, unable to move with such restrictive clothing. In this scenario, Jaune would be holding the riding crop as he taught her butt a lesson in obeying. A juicy, red ball gag would muffle out her moans between each commanding smack, with her blindfold keeping her vision blind and other senses cranked up. Smack! Smack! Ruby cooed at the filthy image of her body his plaything. Nothing more than an object to release all his pent-up frustrations on, one—moan—at a time.

Choices, choices. Ruby ended up putting both in her bin, unable to stand the idea of waiting a week to break them in. She absently reached for a card in her wallet, not paying much attention as her semi-friend—buddies in perverted stuff—clocked her things. Against the stacked odds, they became friends, and Ruby appreciated the talks and discounts she received. Not to mention, her store companion offered sound advice whenever needed.

Cherry, a redhead, coconut hair shaped girl, packing dangerous curves and one nose piercing, eyes devilishly green and clothes modestly too tight, rang up her items with a knowing grin, well, that was until she reached for the toys meant for self-pleasure. Down went the smirk. A cocked eyebrow remained with the object in question held in her hand.

She shook the toy. "Correct me if I'm wrong, girl, but don't you have a man to take care of your needs? What's with the cheap knockoff?"

Ruby frowned. "He's away on a mission. For a whole week."

Cherry openly pitied poor Rubes. "Oh, I see, something to get you through those cold, lonely nights."

"Something like that."

Silence for dark times fell, and her friend rung up the last remaining items in comforting censorship, at least until she spotted the tiny shirt and bondage gear. Gone with that bogus calm, and in its place stood a raging thunderstorm of oh, what is this?

She smirked, holding up the Grimm-Slave gear. "You're a kinky one... you know that. And I've met some real freaks in my line of work."

Ruby blushed bright red. "What? No I'm—!"

"Please! Don't even try to deny it." Cherry poked Ruby on the chest with her plastic toy in a mocking, grinning fashion. "I still remember the first time you walked your cute butt through those doors. You looked like a baby deer lost in the woods, so red I thought you might've passed out from not getting enough oxygen to that filthy brain of yours. And now, you're special ordering collars with engravings and purchasing not one, but two new costumes I see. What's your deal? I gotta now."

"I'm innocent." Ruby couldn't think of a better comeback.

Her friend bawled at the word. Laughed her guts out. In this store, surrounded by debauchery, innocent meant nothing except for the Angel costumes and those chastity rings they sold for some strange reason. Only perversion remained. To prove her point, she slyly traced the edge of a worn card while making direct eye-contact with the squirming, filthy Huntress. .

"Oh? What's this? Can it be? It is. It's your membership card, and a platinum one at that. Wanna see? I know you do. It's got your face on it. Look, right there. Right there."

Ruby couldn't ignore the impossible, no matter how hard she desperately tried to vanish into the woodwork. Her membership card had her giving the camera a double-dose of finger guns, courtesy of her, Ruby Rose. She fondly remembered that day. Not everyday someone claimed their husband, well, it had been the following afternoon, but she still felt like celebrating. Handsy Huntress had played many vital roles in her hunt. Now the card mocked her and all her gratifying savings. Curse the thirty percent off all purchases and the two for one deals. How was a filthy—innocent—girl to resist such bargains?

Ruby swiped the card and tenderly hit inside her combat skirt. "That proves nothing! I was framed! Video games made me do it!"

Cherry simmered, simpering mischievously with her hand stretching underneath the counter. Without looking away, she pulled out a lotion bottle-shaped in that of a heart with a bow sticking through it, red and tangy, all-powerful. Its very presence demanded awe and respect. Immediately she fiddled with the cap, tisking her lips with a tiny tilt of the head.

"Video games, huh? Well, I guess if you're as innocent as you say, then you're not interested in our newest shipment of Heat, hot off the shelves. Tough luck, it's new and improved, made special."

Silver eyes exploded. Heat! A new shipment! What luck, last time she had some was during those massage sessions with Jaune. If she had known how utterly impossible, and how absurdly lucky she had gotten beforehand to acquire even a single bottle, she would never have wasted it on pointless massages. Wait? Wait a licking moment!

"Special?"

Cherry stretched her grin. Hook, line, and sinker. "Mmm-hmm. Special. Here, take a whiff." Pop! "It'll make an animal out of you. I guarantee it."

Ruby backed away, flinching. She shouldn't. No. The next week was already going to be hell without a warm body to pound away her stress, why worsen it by dazzling herself in a spiral of lust? Then again, goosebumps traveled up her spine. What-if they sold out before she bought another? Maybe a tiny whiff? Uh-uh! A quick sniff. Okay? No, yes. She wobbled her lips and hesitantly smelled the densely packed aroma.

Gasp!

Her heart thumped with her skin tingling in ahegao rhapsody. Pupils pulsated and those wobbling lips salivated from the overabundance of aphrodisiac dopamines bombarding her sense of smell. Hot, so hot. Her corset ached unbearably tight on flushed skin with her combat skirt two-sizes too long for her liking. She tried to control herself, attempted not to drool in public or groan when desperately rigid nipples rubbed the friction of her threading, but Ruby only managed to picture a savage Jaune taking her from behind, corgi-style.

Her friend openly teased her. "Like it? You should. You can't even get this stuff unless you got Aura. That's when you know it's the good stuff."

Good stuff put it mildly. Ruby ached to bath in it. Darn intoxicating bottle had her hooked in no time. A dab of that would have her and Jaune pouncing like animals in the rainforest, making rabbits envious and the crickets annoyed with their constant lovemaking. Before she realized it, her store friend slowly placed the lotion into her basket. Ruby attempted to push it back, but her buddy-buddy was having none of that.

"I don't think—!"

"It's on the house, dummy. Call it customer appreciation. Besides, you need more than me."

Ruby flushed but rubbed the back of her head. "Thanks."

Cherry waved it off and checked the outfits Ruby picked out a second time, frowning but sneakily smirking. "Uh-uh. Blindfolds and ball gags are cute, Rose, but you're ready for the good stuff. The naughty stuff."

Ruby blinked. "The good stuff? I thought you already gave me the good stuff?"

"No, I said the naughty stuff." Cherry smushed Ruby's nose and revealed her hidden item. "Voila!"

Voila, indeed, Ruby had a difficult time distinguishing what her friend presented to her. A mask, a latex one, she understood that much, but the black-and-white design left her questioning many things. Thing appeared as a Grimm, a Beowolf, with an extended snout and zipper for where the linen teeth jagged. Holes on the top allowed for hair to pop out, but other than the tiny holes for breathing, she saw it as a mask to entirely encase the head. Weirdest yet, it matched both her slave and mistress outfit.

"A... Grimm Mask?"

Nope, nope. "Close. A Grimmp Mask."

Again. "A Grimmp Mask?"

Cherry smirked. "You got it. It's perfect for you. Much better than any of those beginner's stuff. This one's the female Beowolf, I have a guy one, too."

So many questions. "What's so special about it? Not to burst your bubble, but I'm not feeling it. It just looks like an ordinary Grimm mask."

She pointed at the muzzle and attached collar. "Ah, you're not looking hard enough, grasshopper. See? Take a closer look."

Ruby tentatively plucked the mask from her hands, rubbing the latex timidly between her thumbs. An expertly woven, smushed feminine Beowolf face balked back at her. She experimentally tugged on the material, finding it very constricting, no way to breathe except through the holes on the snout with a blindfold shaped like Grimm's eyes stitched into the mask. The collar etched on the neck, dangling a simple tag, screamed tightness and restricted airflow. Part of her questioned its fun. How could wearing this mask be considered bedroom worthy? Hot, maybe. Sweaty, too. Skepticism, thy name was Ruby Rose.

"Uh..."

Cherry scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Do I have to spell it out for you? Try it on, dummy. You know where the dressing rooms are. Go. Shoo. Trust me. You'll see what I mean."

Ruby's eyes grew. "Oh, I don't know. Looks a little much."

Cherry had none of it and whooshed Ruby toward the dressing room. "Just stop fussing and try it on. Here, I'll even add in some Heat to make it pop. On the house."

She swiped the mask from Ruby's slippery fingers and rubbed the inside with memorizing lotion. Every inch emanated Heat, soaked in the stuff with the air paths limited. A deathtrap for modesty, for purity, for innocence. With the right outfit and perversion, and pet play hit a new level of sensuality. Skin tingled. Pores opened. Things turned wet. Hot.

Filthy.

Ruby failed at hiding her curiosity. "Well, since you're going through all the trouble... it'd be mean of me to say no."

Like she ever had a choice, but before she vamoosed, her friend grabbed the slave gear and pushed into her arms. "Oh, and before you try it on, make sure to put this little ditty on, it'll match, trust me."

Ruby figured it was better to go along with her friend than argue against a walking, talking brick wall, and scurried toward the dressing rooms. Changing into her slave outfit came second nature, and all too soon, she stood in the room in revealing, form-fitting, asset enhancing latex. Admittedly, she looked tasteful with her fur-ended stockings and gloves. Good enough to eat. Later, but for now, she plopped her bare bottom down on a cushioned seat and inhaled steadily and deeply, holding the mask far away. The zipper jawline was still open, and she peeked into the hole where her head fit through. Nothing but darkness greeted her. Ruby almost pushed the veil away, but the lingering aroma of Heat tempted her otherwise. One test drive wouldn't hurt.

She shrugged her shoulders and plunged right in. "Whelp, like Penny always says, nothing ventured, nothing gained."

Latex squeezed at every inch of her skin, except her mouth, where she steady breathed in the freshness of air. Gulping, Ruby zippered the mouth closed and breathed.

Zip!

...

Moan! Moan! Sigh!

Ruby's traitorous fingers refused to stop.

Not like she was giving them any orders not to, or thinking for that matter. Hard to coordinate modesty when trapped in a funhouse of enriched smells. She barely remembered her name in the hypnotizing stench, much too busy playing with herself with her legs spread out on the cushioned sitting pad and back leaned against the wall. Her latex prison, unbreakable and unyielding, kept her will leashed nice and tight. Heavy breathes from inside the mask revealed of her current attitude and state of arousal to anyone listening, or viewing. Best of all, she had such an audience of one watching her lewd herself up.

Cherry's finger had slipped and opened the door ten minutes ago. She closed the store down nine minutes ago. A total hour had passed since she shooed Ruby away. Now she folded her arms and leaned on the doorframe, enjoying the free show. She should tell Ruby she was making quite a bit of noise in the store, but lucky for her, no one was around to hear her moan and groan. No one except her, but Ruby didn't care, trapped in the frantic wonderland of heat from a ventilation-challenged mask. Rules demanded she stop Ruby, like how they persuaded her to check up on her lust-comatose friend after picking up on the noises, but rules were meant to be broken, and she pushed Ruby into trying Breath Control Play, even if she hadn't precisely worded it as such.

Whatever.

Watching Ruby masturbate in the dressing room, trapped in a latex penitentiary, drenched in nipple-hardening, fold wetting goodness made up for the lack of clarity. So Cherry folded her arms and observed, and unless she planned to tottle Ruby out of her paradise, concluded that the Huntress had at least another hour in Gone-Gone world before regaining her sanity, and speaking of clear-mindedness, Ruby's head felt a combination of things.

Giddiness, lightheadedness, and pleasure, a combination of the three that have heightened all her senses to super filth levels, Ruby couldn't fathom how unbelievable irresistible her fingers felt against her drenched folds. Heat amplified an already compelling sensation, turning her mind into mush before molding it into brainwashing orgasms that left her thoughts jumbled around slavish delight. In, out, in, out, two fingers blurred inside and kept her toes curled. Her nipples remained perky, shiny from the sweat clinging to Ruby's body and diamond hard. Her chest rose with her tangent breaths, with her moans muffled out by the mask. A pool of juice stained the cushion, along with her legs and the thigh-squishing nylons, but her fingers refused to stop, not even when she suddenly arched her back and experienced another miscounted orgasm.

Shaky thighs barely lifted her high enough to create a plopping sound upon hitting the sticky-stained cushion. Ruby never stopped. Never quit. She whimpered after pushing her fingers to dwell deep and hit her G-spot furiously. Other digits worked continuously on her hardened strawberries, pinching and sliding them without rest. Then she teased her attention-starved nub, rubbing that one. What she wouldn't give or do to get a proper screwing. A command. A bark. Ruby would follow them to make Jaune return home faster, but alas, she fingered herself in unknown exhibitionist delight with her captive audience of one standing a foot away.

Another orgasm shook her to her core.

Her gal pal spared her the embarrassment of a knowing look and shut the door before knocking loudly on the hardwood. "Hey! What's taking you so long?!"

Silver eyes grew in darkness during mid-relief.

Ruby sat up straight, or tried to during mid-release, toes still curling and body still shaking. Her tongue rolled out with her pupils dilating. Almost, she almost trapped herself in the Heat infused prison, this close to spreading her lower lips and spending another hour in finger-bumping goodness. No! Instead, she found and pulled the zipper, gasping for precious air before ripping the mask off. Sticky hair clung to her skin with her checking her Scroll, only to discover an hour had passed since she tried on the veil. Jumping to her jelly-like feet, she nervously panicked while checking every nook and cranny of her room for the culprit to the time dilation.

"Gah! What happened? How long have I've been here for?"

She wracked her exhausted brain for answers. Nope. Ruby scarcely remembered inhaling a deep whiff of Heat while gently playing with her entrance, and then things melted into a dripping, moist blur. If her friend hadn't knocked on the door, who knew how long she would have toyed with herself? Maybe until her body shut down and forced her to sleep? Aura had kept her going for a bit. Ugh. Whatever, she had to move and get back home before Weiss, Yang and Blake beat her there.

She spun on her latex heels, looking around for her outfit when she spotted the mirror. Ruby eeped and paused to gawk at her filthy reflection. Whoa! Look. At. Her. Hair clung to her face from having so much sweat trickling on her body. Her face resembled that of a ripe tomato, more from exertion than perversion. Evidence of her, ahem, fun was visible on her breasts and valley between her slippery slick thighs. Parts of her outfit was soaked—thank her unlucky stars she already planned to buy it—sticking to her body and glistening in moistness, and now she wondered if her voice had leaked out during any point of the mind-numbing entertainment?

Ruby blushed. "Better to not think about such things."

She speed Semblanced into her outfit, changing into a blur while folding her slave gear into her arms and plopping the mask on the top. Refusing to spare it a second glance, she tiptoed out of the changing room, checking to make sure the coast was clear before speed-walking to the counter in a brisk, one-line paced. Her cheeks flushed deeper the closer she got to Cherry's amused grin, dropping the playthings onto the table without uttering a word.

"Have fun?"

"Shut up!"

Her friend laughed and rang up the items, except for the Grimmp mask, Ruby purposely pushed that aside. "Hey, hey, I haven't scanned that yet."

"I'm not taking it."

"But why?" Cherry playfully whined. "I know you want it. Best yet, it's fifty percent for all platinum members. What do you say? Interested?"

Ruby took two steps back from the used Grimmp mask. Her, interested in that? Psh! She didn't need that oxygen-depriving—gulp—mask to make her toes curl. Jaune did that plenty by hammering her needy body and pounding her womb with brute, adulterated force. Having a mask on, drenched in Heat, while he used his Aura to teach her body a lesson in pleasure? Yeah, no. No, no, no, no, no, yes. No! No! Yes! No! Yes! Yes!

Her fingers painfully reached and grabbed the mask, rubbing the inviting latex with tender loving care, already dominated by its overpowering presence. When she glanced up, holding the object tight, she knew it was over.

"Fifty percent off?"

No such sale existed, but Cherry kept that little secret stem tied. "For you, sixty, eighty if you get him one, too. You could both take turns being the pet. So what do you say? Want them? I'll even throw in a simple one." Ruby debated internally, ignoring the image of Jaune taking her from behind while she barked through the Grimmp mask. "Trust me, you've earned it."

A sweaty head shook, arms clasping against a dopamine filled body. "No, I can't, it's too much and—eighty percent off!"

Cherry smirked when Ruby snatched the items from hands and threw it into her bag without a prickly second thought. She never mentioned a thing when the dirty Rose offered her gun posing platinum card, ringing up the pieces with the Heat on the house, but before her favorite pervert skedaddled and diddly herself silly all night, she held a finger up, made Ruby wait, and went to the back to retrieve an item. A minute later she came out with one of those criminally tiny shirts, throwing it into the bag without Ruby even receiving a passing glance.

"Your man's on a mission, huh? How about I give you some friendly advice on how to motivate him to hurry the fuck up."

An hour later, Ruby posed in their room with her new toy, plastic and vibrating, placed against her lips and clicked Send with the caption Thinking about you.

She hoped he enjoyed her new outfit.

...

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Ruby awoke with a start.

Her body swiftly sat up on her bed, still wearing that Impregnate Me shirt and nothing else. Oh. She must have fallen asleep after her activity with that toy, quickly finding it still gripped in her hand. Part of her lewdly smiled at the image of Jaune randomly receiving her picture, but her more rational half checked her newest message. Penny's contact image appeared flashing on her Scroll.

Greetings, Friend Ruby, are you available for that meeting?

She frowned. Right! Her meeting with Penny. Totally flew over her head. Hehe, oops. After giving Jaune that extra-special treat underneath his desk—because she felt particularly filthy for such excellent marks, and it added to the thrill—Ruby had pouted at his departure that evening for his mission. Bravery bred bullheadedness. In Ruby Rose's case, bravery bred boldness. That led to her agreeing to meet Penny since bolder, lewder Ruby said things that rational Ruby kept locked away.

A heat of the moment reaction, but now she had to work on damage control. Penny must have taken her messages as a sign to agreeing to her request.

Headaches, headaches.

More sexy time questions? She mentally sighed. Ruby hadn't planned on spoiling Penny a second time but figured talking face-to-face beat saying no on her Scroll. She owed her quirky friend that much. Penny deserved better. Not that she minded helping her friend, but the thought of sharing Jaune a second time spurred some jealously, mostly because Penny had no gag reflex. She, of course, would never admit that. Not in a million years. Penny better at blowing? A beginner! Ha. Ha-ha! Ridiculous!

She blew raspberries. "Might as well as get this over with."

Sure. Can you meet me in my room? The one Jaune and I share?

Almost immediately, she received a response.

Affirmative.

Ruby smiled. Silly Penny and her bizarre way of talking.

She considered changing into something decent but talked herself out of it. After her meeting with Penny, she planned to catch some sleep since the time on her Scroll displayed hours late into the night. No one but them perhaps was even awake. Besides, Penny had seen her in less in more compromising positions. Speaking of naughty poses, Ruby found herself licking her toy slowly and without mercy. Impish dreams left a lasting impression, and with Penny's dorm room at the exchange student dormitory—halfway across the academy—she had ample time to take the edge off. Just thinking about her future hubby receiving her picture sent her loins on fire.

A little fun before bedtime wouldn't hurt.

She effortlessly plunged the toy into her mouth, feeling her throat expand. Not as savory or filling as the real deal, but practice made perfect. Soon she began thrusting it violently down her throat while fingering herself shamelessly on the bed. Toes curled with her back arching, yet she remained diligent and swallowed with practiced grace. Friction from the cotton rubbing her nipples teased her body, sensitive to the touch, and she lifted her shirt over her breasts before surrendering to the self-pleasure. Harder! Deeper! Ruby squirmed on the bed with her juices dripping down her thighs and drool covering her newest toy. So close! As she was getting on all fours to plunge the toy into her folds—imagining Jaune behind her—a sudden knock interrupted her fantasy.

"Ruby! I'm here!"

Gah! Ruby didn't even care that Penny destroyed her daydream. Nope! It was the issue of her being so loud in the middle of the night. She never Semblance sprinted to a door so fast. Penny already had her hand ready to wave once the door opened, only to control-alt-delete that action once she took in Ruby's appearance. Yeah, yeah! Ruby already knew how she looked and physically dragged her inside before anyone saw her in her state of lewd. Once inside, she pressed her back against the door and sighed while Penny took in the sights of disarray.

Optic sensors picked up on the toy resting on the bed, wet. Penny recognized the shape of the item from online researching. Odd? Self-pleasure with trinkets? Unknown data. Penny—never one for tact—picked up the toy and waved it around.

"Ruby? I never knew you as one to substitute?"

A nervous laugh.

"Oh, that. I sent Jaune a picture of me using that to get him to hurry his butt back home." Ruby sighed. Quick and to the point, like a bandage. "So, Penny, about that session—?"

"I have downloaded the appropriate data for mistress and slave roleplay, and I know you'll make an excellent slave."

"...Eh?" Ruby cleaned her ears out. "Come again? Me? A slave?"

She jumped on her heels, discarding the toy on the bed. "Affirmative! I think you'll make an exceptional sub." Penny then noticed a mask on the counter and grinned a million-watt smile. One of the few articles out-of-stock! She snatched the item and pressed it against her chest. "See! You already possess the appropriate sub wear. You'll make a most wonderful slave."

Ruby blinked hard. Really, really hard.

Slave? Sub? Mistress data? What-the-what? She glanced at the way Penny hugged her discounted gimp mask and put two-and-two together, mostly. Where Penny got the insane idea of dom-sub roleplay, and to be a participant of all things, just seemed so random. Yes, her friend was all kinds of quirky, but nope. Nope, nope!

She had to make doubly sure she heard her right. "You want to practice mistress slave play with me?"

"Correct."

"And..." Ruby paused. "You want me to play the slave?"

"I have no doubt you'll surpass all of my expectations."

When Penny failed to hiccup, Ruby kindly smiled. For a statically involved girl, ninety-five percent and yadda-yadda, she understood the significance of surpassing expectations. What a compliment, however, pleasantries aside, Ruby knew she had to decline.

"Uh, I hate to burst your bubble, Penny, but subbing isn't me."

Okay, not accurately right, Ruby Roleplay Rose partook in debauchery that made her sister look vanilla. For Dust's sake, she stood there in nothing but a tiny shirt with her thighs drenched. It was who wanted to be dominant that seemed to be the problem. Penny wasn't exactly imposing to pull off mistress status. Cheerful. Preppy. Penny. Not a winning combination when it came to hardcore bondage. Better to lie and protect her feelings than deny her.

She sat on the bed and shook her head. "I appreciate the offer, but I don't have the right mindset to be a sub."

Error.

Lips smoothed. Not a sub? Impracticable. Penny wouldn't give up so easily. Data never lied. Her elevated heartbeat and sweaty frame pointed to self-pleasure before she arrived. The toy on the nightstand showed a body starved for attention. Combining that would create the perfect sub, she only needed to tweak and pinch at the right places.

Maybe some encouraging for her subject?

She zipped around the room and grabbed her large backpack to place it down before Ruby on the bed. "At least take a look at what I brought. Everything except the outfit has been purchased off the CCT Network discretely. I made the clothing by hand. Give Mistress Penny a chance. Nothing ventured, nothing gained!"

Ruby tilted her head at the idea of Mistress Penny. An oddball thought. Bondage, submission, and Penny weren't three words she ever considered together. Maybe digging through the bag would paint a better picture? Ruby shrugged. Only one way to find out.

She crawled on her bed, balancing on both hands and knees, and dipped her head inside.

The first thing Ruby grabbed was the so-called handmade outfit. Cheeks reddened at the design. Penny opted to combine a smaller version of her leggings, more skin-hugging, similar in design with a latex material that attached to a garter belt. A butt emphasizer. The substance would squish and hug the curvature of her bottom, Penny's defining feature that turned heads. Spacious. Bouncy with freckles. Ruby admitted it looked good bare.

She then pulled out matching half-shoulder length latex gloves, adding to her overall flair. Not bad, not bad, matched well with the leggings. On to her next item, which appeared to be a pink bow styled choker, resembling hers, but smaller and in collar design, Ruby thought it was cute. Totally Penny. Next came the shorter corset, sleek and black with an outlined green hue, meant to expose her midriff and chest while acting as eye candy. Finally came the last piece, four magnetic spheres that she had no clue to their function.

Ruby placed the outfit to the side.

Hard to imagine Penny wearing this outfit, and yet, so easy to picture.

"Is it to your liking?" Penny jibber jabbered, but she never gave Ruby a chance to answer. "If you enjoy that, look at what I have planned for you."

Ruby frowned. Playing along, she looked down at the bag, and her heart throbbed. Toys! Filthy, perverted toys! From a very constricting, arm-bounding latex corset to pink gadgets meant to stimulate teasing vibrations. A collar that read Pet Ruby in the shape of a golden doggy bone, a leather leash, some noise-canceling headphones, narcotic goggles, and a red ballgag that looked like it belonged around her dirty mouth. Everything was tailored to train a submissive nymph, and she had a sinking feeling in her wet loins that Penny planned to be the dominant kink permanently.

No role switch possible.

Ha. Penny went to such an extreme to accommodate her like a filthy sub. Ruby was flattered.

Flattered, and turned on.

While Ruby rummaged through the bag of perverted nicknacks, Penny moved behind her to grab the recently used toy. The shine of Ruby's drool illuminated before her, slick and somewhat warm. A quick taste test, ergo shoving it down her throat, told her of a lack of other fluids, juices Penny had sampled from prior shared experience. She gradually turned. Ruby's folds, wet from arousal, begged for stimulation. Having her on all fours on the bed didn't help dilute the thought, especially as Ruby kept dripping.

Not in the right mindset, her freckled butt.

Collecting more data, Penny then grabbed the gimp masked Ruby purchased, along with the bottle of Heat. She read the ingredients and warning labels, frowning. Aphrodisiacs in a vial? A gimp mask? Sexual devices for masturbating? Moaning from getting her rump smacked? Just more tools to train a sub. How could Ruby not want to try pet play fun? It was almost she didn't get what—!

Penny suddenly grinned.

Eureka! Ruby merely didn't understand what Penny was asking. A demonstration was in order. As her trustworthy friend, she felt obligated to show her the life of a taboo sub as Ruby had opened her to the world of filth.

In for a Penny, in for a pounding!

Unbeknownst to the vulnerable Rose, Penny experimented in the background with the gimp mask, stretching the material and smothering the inside with Heat with a malicious glint in her eye. Virus-like, she never noticed when Penny plopped the lid off her bottle, never paid attention to her sneaking up behind her.

Not until her gimp mask suddenly sealed her vision, sense of smell, and muffled her hearing in a vice-like and precise grip.

Temptation was a shrewd mistress, and her name was Penny Polendina. Machine-like precision secured the collar attachment to lock it into place before Ruby so much as gasped. When she finally did, Heat already lathered her skin with her hair popping free on top. Nerves tingled to life immediately. Penny refused to stop there, harmlessly grinning as she emptied the contents of the undiluted aphrodisiacs on Ruby's arched back and bouncy butt.

"Penny—!"

Smack!

Ruby moaned out loud, still on her hands and knees. Where had Penny been hiding that riding crop, and why did the smack hurt her bottom so wonderfully good? A second slap, a third, fourth and fifth! She moaned through them all, falling into her lust-filled trap by a tingling sensation that traveled from her curled toes and up her arched spine, directly to her short-circuiting brain. Thoughts, willpower, all of it drowned underneath the potent aphrodisiac with Penny forcing her head up with the riding crop. Ruby gushed underneath her innocent grin and ached when Penny prepared another training smack for her reddening butt.

"Call me Mistress, pet."

Smack!

Heart-shaped pupils enslaved Ruby's mind.

Pet? No! Not pet. Right? Yes! Ruby shivered in determination, weak to the way Penny suddenly spread the lotion all over her body, grasping her breasts as she pinched hardened nipples in gentle but dominant movements. Her heightened senses only lusted over the cream in her mask, prompting her to drool mindlessly in servitude to a structured mind. Ruthlessness; a word Team RWBY's filthy leader just now associated with her robotic friend as those teasing, cosmetic covered digits began fingering. Say something, Ruby! Anything! Gain back some control over the situation.

"W-Why... doesn't the lotion work on your skin?!"

Not her wisest question, adding insult to injury when Penny laughed. "Silly Pet, my skin's synthetic. It doesn't absorb like yours."

Synthetic skin? Ah! Who cared! Ruby tried to keep her sanity from slipping, but her body ached irresistibly for pleasure. Libido trapped her mind in a bondage suit with Penny holding the key.

Fight it, Ruby, fight it.

Not a chance. Penny knew every one of the female erogenous zones from intensive research. Her fingers made short work of her body, dipping in-and-out in an unfair pace between her folds. More of the lotion spilled onto her back, hugging her skin between her ribs and everything below. Her heart-shaped pupils dilated as her breathing grew more erratic by the seconds. Those pesky fingers started spreading her as Penny moved the bottle to spill over her soft noggin with thoughts of escaping turning muddy. Brainwashing lust took over, and Penny's innocent demeanor adopted a cheerful giggle. Every word and action that Penny did was so mind-numbingly delicious that she shuddered in surrendering bliss whenever she spoke.

"Don't fight it, Pet Ruby." Penny pinched her bundle of nerves. "Your mistress commands you to surrender."

Mistress?

Right!

Penny was practicing her newest kink on her. Phew! Her saving grace appeared. Somehow they must have misinterpreted each other. Now to stop her before things turned extra perverted, except, well, her tormentor began using the toy she purchased to pound her needy cunt. All bits of resistance flew out the window as Penny hit hard, deep, and fast, stretching drenched walls while brushing her sweaty hair. If her body wasn't shaking before, it trembled now.

Ruby couldn't fathom why she remained on all fours like some good girl, but Penny's ruling presence somehow kept her in check while she whispered sweet nothings to her ear as her thrusting increased. Surrender. Surrender. That was all she demanded. Penny's voice was soft. Melody, in tune, dominating and hypnotic to her senses, she found it impossible to ignore with her toes curling from reaching her limit. Before she even realized it, Ruby squirted all over Penny's fingers with her head flying back to moan loud enough to wake the dead.

Smiling gently at her prone form, Penny pulled out the toy to clean it off with her mouth to give her newest pet some time to catch her breath. Mmmmm. Ruby's juices tasted phenomenal. She kissed the head to make sure her slave knew everything of hers belonged to her, but Miss Polendina doubted Ruby could hear a thing with how loud her heart must be thumping. Thump. Thump. So precious. She playfully traced her finger along the curvature of her spine as she walked to retrieve an item off the floor.

A rising chest tempted her to reach out and grip those sweaty breasts, but Penny stayed focus. Smack! She snapped her riding crop over her palm and stood before her heaving plaything, not-so carefully pushing the riding crop underneath Ruby's chin to forcefully lift the tired thing's head.

A mistress must control the body and mind of her subject. Ruby's body already belonged to her, but what about her heart?

"Now, what do you say?"

Some semblance of sanity returned to Ruby.

Finally, this was her chance to end Penny and end this whole master-slave kinky roleplay. One sentence, one word would stop everything and return everything to normal before Penny showed up in the middle of the night, talking about pet play bondage, and using her body as a plaything to explore her fetish. She wasn't mad. Penny had trouble understanding things, and the mind-shattering orgasm left her in a forgiving mood.

Among other things.

Using that toy for self-pleasure had been adventurous, but having her body played with, and by Penny of all people, sent her nerves ablaze in spine-tingling pleasure. What else could her quirky friend do with a sack full of—no!

Fight it!

Ruby tried to clear the image of Penny standing above her squirming form with her bag of devices. She would know how to use every one of those sex toys to their fullest advantage, too. None of her holes would be safe, total domination in the form of a freckled android. Countless orgasms would be inevitable. Filthy clothing, skin-tight, exposing and daring, another perk of Penny's one-hundred percent attitude. Ruby couldn't possibly want that, no matter how wet her inner walls got as Penny rubbed the toy between her legs.

She gulped with her chin still held up by Penny's riding crop. Penny then tormented her further by ever so slowly thrusting the toy repeatedly into her folds, and Ruby moaned.

Surrender.

"Thank you, mistress."

Penny smiled and clapped her hands.

Marvelous.

Ruby submitted to her will. Her submissive nymph deserved a treat, along with some hands-on training. Maybe some intense orgasms, or edging? Ruby looked like the type to enjoy merciless teasing until she begged. Not to worry, they had the entire night with no classes tomorrow to indulge. She wouldn't mind, not like her plaything had a choice. So to celebrate the breathtaking occasion, she emptied the bag of sex toys right next to Ruby's ears, knowing full well that a naughty someone accurately knew what was in the pack.

Added to the suspense of which choice she would choose first.

However, before she played, Penny must first dress the part of a mistress. Presentation was key in this form of roleplay. Like any well-trained pet, Ruby would have to wait on her mistress. Insubordination would not be tolerated but encouraged so the whipping could commence. Ruby, naturally, had enough submissiveness in her not to act out. Still, Penny thrilled at pushing her buttons.

"Good." Penny stuffed Ruby with the plastic. "Excuse me. I need to change my wardrobe into something more appropriate for the occasion. We have a very long night ahead of us. Don't move a muscle."

Slave Ruby whined but obediently waited on all fours as Penny changed in the background.

The wait wasn't too long. Penny returned and retrieved the toy. Soft lips placed tender kisses along the soaked shaft, tasting every bit of Ruby's juices. Ruby vividly pictured the image, toes still curled between her lip biting. Torture for the trapped Rose since her mistress took it upon herself to dip a single finger into her during her deliberately loud slurps. The urge to tremble grew, but Ruby didn't want to disappoint her owner and break her rule, no matter how effortlessly Penny was bringing her to release.

Penny pitied her poor plaything and ended her tirade right as Ruby was about to stain her sheets a second time. No punishment, not yet. Instead, she grabbed the Impregnate Me shirt and pulled it off her slave's body. No clothes except for the ones she approved. Sweat clung to the linen, smelling of arousal. Jaune must have received quite the picture? Hn?

That gave her a devious idea.

Tossing the shirt across the room, Penny rummaged through her selections of gadgets to get the night started with her Scroll in hand. Meanwhile, Ruby dripped in anticipation as her mistress shifted through her devices. Yes. Lewd Ruby lived in the heat of the moment, the here and now. Indulging Penny's fantasy couldn't hurt. Bravery bred boldness. Penny's courage to confine and explore her body rewarded the plucky android a night with a willing and horny pet. Ruby wholeheartedly surrendered to that conviction as fluffy cuffs secured her ankles and wrists together, limiting her mobility. Her mistress didn't stop there, stuffing the juiciest, red ball gag into her mouth.

The key to her bindings hung around Penny's neck.

Soon after, a pair of matching shoulder long latex gloves and upper thigh latex boots got perched on her back. Ruby instantly recognized the texture, Aura-restricting, similar to her gimp mask. Very, very confining.

"Put them on." Penny ordered sweetly.

Ruby obeyed. Penny grinned devilishly with a glint in her eyes from the way the latex squished around her hot-and-bothered skin. She immediately slapped Ruby's posterior, and her slave quickly fell back onto her hands and knees. Good. Definitely sub material. Penny couldn't wait for the night to begin. She only had one more gift.

Not one, but two vibrators were attached to Ruby's latex leggings with two placed inside her walls and two in her butt.

Penny played with the remote in her hand, shoving the Max setting with her finger placed on the On button. Not able to see, unable to move, smothered in Heat, knowing any second her mistress could flip the switch, Ruby shivered when Penny's index finger lightly traced the outline of her jaw. She grabbed a sliver of drool, surprised when her sub leaned into her touch before smirking from how impatiently Ruby acted. Not even a few minutes and already so obedient. So horny.

So filthy.

"For acting like such a good girl, I'll reward you. And for an extra-special treat, you can orgasm as much as you want."

Ruby happily drooled through her newest muzzle.

"Mmmgghh!"

Vibrate!

...

Not even two days later, cleaning the sheets of their bedroom, the door burst open with Jaune Arc standing on the other side.

Suffice to say Ruby Rose was one confused, filthy puppy.

Five days early? She expected maybe a day or two, but five? His mission was to exterminate a nest of nearby alpha Grimm. Those suckers absorbed hits like dirty sponges and populated like bunnies, but somehow he slew each one in record-breaking time. She had questions, oh-so-many inquiries on how he accomplished such an amazing feat, but then he revealed his Scroll with the picture her and Penny sent as his scrolling screensaver, and things more or less made sense.

On his screen had her kissing that toy, sweaty from an intense session at the Handsy Huntress. Her bedroom eyes said one million-and-one things, but her underboob exposing shirt drowned them all out.

Pin me down and impregnate me.

Such filthy words, much better explained with her lack of clothing. Minus the soaked shirt, she wore nothing else and posed for the picture by sprawling out on her knees, the other hand too busy fingering herself in a devilishly hidden angle where he only saw her greedy digits move past her soft thighs. A mostly creamy-skinned picture, but the message got through, and the results appeared very promising.

What she hadn't anticipated was Penny taking and sending pictures of their sub-dub experiment. That had been a spur of the moment type of thing, something to practice until he got back. Then again, she vaguely recalled much except for the intense orgasms and hypnotic commands of Mistress Penny. A gimp mask. Heat. Some magic fingers and nerve-tingling toys had her at Penny's mercy. Part of her blushed from all the boot licking and moaning she remembered. Did Penny take pictures of her begging on her knees or all fours? Both? She would have to ask her friend later. For now, she flipped through a series of pictures and felt her face turn ruby red from the images Mistress Penny had sent. The captions only added to the embarrassment.

Jaune Arc had received three pictures messages with the caption; She's Sex Slave Ready!

There she was in her slave gear.

She kneeled on their bed, back toward the camera with her body entirely bare except for a few articles of clothing. A traditional black gimp mask covered her head, save for her mouth—a juicy ballgag, one filled with breathable holes took care of that—and an opening on the top of the mask allowed her hair to sprang out. Thigh-squishing latex boots and matching gloves added to the design, black and smooth. She fondly, but nervously remembered that outfit. Heat smothered the inside of the latex. Within minutes, lust had overtaken her and turned her mind into moldable clay, which Penny gleefully enjoyed.

Greetings, Friend Jaune. Friend Ruby is currently indisposed. I am taking this opportunity to practice my Mistress persona as Ruby is entirely susceptible and highly responsive in her current condition. As an added bonus, I send you these pictures to record our progress.

Ruby practically melted. That would explain the hand entering the picture, holding the vibrator's remote with the rumbling function set to high. Then the next snapshot scrolled over to Penny Polendina in her new Mistress gear.

Her signature pink bow rested on her head with a second, slightly smaller one wrapped around her neck like a choker. Her tiny corset squeezed right underneath her perky breasts—half in size—so her midriff, creamy, soft skin, and adorable belly button remained unclothed. No panties. No undergarments. Full-on nudity without a speck of shame. Pink nipples, stiff and pierced or appeared to be, magnetic only known to her, stuck between each end and sphere-shaped. Metallic. She stood there in matching skin-hugging latex stockings and half-shoulder length gloves with each hand holding an object to torment her willing subject. One hand grasped what resembled Professor Goodwitch's riding crop, apparently smacking Ruby's booty off-screen with anal beads in her other hand. On the bed was that plastic toy Ruby bought, slick and wet. Penny held her toys in a teasing manner with her grin bright and eyes half-lidded.

As you might have noticed, I have upgraded my attire to better prepare for my Mistress persona. All hand made.

Ruby regretfully admitted it looked perfect on Penny. The toys. Her corset. Those boots and gloves. Even the neckpiece bow fitted flawlessly into her naughty and downright filthy design. Her thighs rubbed together at the haunting image with her throat running dry.

Another picture, except this time it was the front of the previous photo, displayed the way Ruby squeezed her chest together with her fingers busy taunting her folds. Sheets were stained. Sweat clung more visibly against her skin with drool dripping down the gag and onto her chest. Penny partially appeared in the photo with the riding crop entering from the corner and forcing Ruby's gimp-latexed head up, but her fingers never faltered. Ruby was getting off while Penny used her as a personal toy, smacking her behind and grabbing breasts. Her collar—attached to the gimp mask with a circular, silver shape as her name tag—read Pet Ruby, and exposed fully from the riding crop holding her head higher.

Do not fret. Ruby's very well behaved. A textbook pet. Mistress protocol informs me that as a reward, I shall sit on her back and grant her the privilege to lick my boots. Farewell, Friend Jaune. Good luck with your mission.

Ruby actually eeped when he swiped his Scroll from her shaky hands and took a step forward.

Little did this unsuspected Rose know, she was in for a naughty treat. As Jaune shut the door closed and picked her up and carried her toward their freshly made bed, his Aura worked overtime to keep him on his feet. That filthy picture Ruby had sent him fully unlocked his Semblance, and granted him the strength to carry out his mission in frenzied fury. Penny's photos awoke a raging beast. Never before had Nora, Ren or Pyrrha witnessed a Grimm run away from a human, but plenty scampered after Jaune dug Crocea Mors into the spine of one such alpha, severing its head in one-handed action. The other had busied itself crushing the windpipe of an Ursa. He glowed of that of some white knight, glistening in snowy white Aura on a battlefield of darkness and crimson pupils.

The pictures Penny sent him kept the blood rushing through his body.

His Semblance, Aura Manipulation, allowed him to last longer, overpower his adversary and thrust harder with his sword. Oh, and that Semblance helped in combat and slaying Grimm, too.

"You're going to throw away that cheap plastic."

"... Make me."

Magnificent Aura glowed in retaliation. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

Ruby smirked and laced her fingers over that imposing chest of his, cooing when he grabbed handfuls of fluff. Later she would suggest her newest purchases, but for now, she settled on having her body sheets rumpled.

Author Notes: Had this idea on the backburner for a while (cut content), so finished and posted it as a celebration to my newest story. Go check out Carrot for eventual Nora's Arc lewdness, it's new, and my buddy Mallobaude's Hands-on Education (also Nora's Arc).

P.S. Mallo's a Moose.