Chapter 1 - When it comes to bathrooms, it's all about location...

Author's Note: Filth and fursuit shenanigans abound in this one, folks. If that ain't your cup of tea, try one of my others!

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“So that’s your plan?” Yang asked incredulously, casting a skeptical eye at the strange piece of headwear beside Ruby. The tone of her voice was breathy, but clearly implied she didn’t think much of it.

They were sitting together on Ruby’s bed that day, both of them stark naked. It was one of the few times the two sisters got to be alone together, once a week when Weiss had an extra class and Blake went to the practice range, and they always made sure to take advantage of it for sisterly bonding time. Sisterly bonding in this context meaning seeing which of the two of them could get off the most times—and Ruby almost always won.

“Yeah, I think it’ll be more anonymous this way,” Ruby replied, her voice husky with arousal as she worked herself toward another orgasm. Her fingers flew quickly over her flesh, reveling in the feeling of friction and heat against her most sensitive spots.

The item in question was a replica of a horse’s head, meant to be worn as a helmet over one’s face down to the neck. The fur was a honey brown, and in a lot of ways, it actually did sort of resemble a horse, but not a real one; rather, the strange make and proportion of it brought to mind a cartoonist’s rendition of an anthropomorphized horse. In short, it was the head of a fursuit.

“You don’t think so?” Ruby inquired, holding off against her climax for a moment—it was always a race between her and Yang, but it didn’t stop Ruby from wanting relish it. Besides, she could get off five more times in the twenty minutes they had left and still get dressed, since she hadn’t planned on showering anyway.

Ruby’s eyes flicked to her sister, gaze playing over the blonde woman’s body in a gesture that was equal parts hungry and admiring. Yang had always been the more powerfully built of the two sisters, and it was certainly evident in her physique, as she towered over Ruby by nearly a head. Toned muscle showed in Yang’s arms and shoulders, cut from years of training as a close-quarters brawler. That muscle was equally present in the blonde’s rugged abdominals, right down into her powerful thighs.

But what really drew Ruby’s gaze were Yang’s huge, heavy breasts, and the fat, rigid horsecock stuffed in between them. Ruby had always envied her sister’s twin mounds of jiggly chestmeat and their puffy pink nipples, but so had most of the other girls they’d grown up with, and more than one young suitor, men and women alike, had done their best to try and get their hands onto them.

And Yang’s cock… it was probably silly, how much seeing her sister’s cock turned Ruby on, since it was simply a mirror of her own. Nearly a foot and a half of hot, throbbing horsemeat, the manifestation of some long-forgotten Faunus heritage, lined with veins like vat worms pulsing beneath the skin. It was even complete with pair of fat testicles, each cumtank the size of an orange, and a medial ring, which turned inward into a fleshy sheath for their cocks when they weren’t erect. How they had ended up with animal genitalia without any other sign of their heritage being so obvious was beyond Ruby, but as she leaned down to kiss along the blunt, flared head, hands making root-to-tip strokes as they had been for the past forty-five minutes, she had to thank whatever higher power had allowed it.

Yang shrugged, pressing inward with her hands and squishing her massive breasts around the length of horsemeat pressed between them. Every stroke of her chest was met with a sharp upward thrust that culminated in a simple motion: Yang was fucking her own tits. Precum dribbled from the blonde’s cumslit freely, oozing over the hideous crown of her cock and coating her wobbling chestmeat in a sticky coat of it.

“I don’t know how you can stomach that stuff,” Yang said, her face a mask of disdain, but her voice was breathy and aroused watching Ruby suck herself off, and each thrust into the hot, slick confines of her makeshift titty-cocksleeve was faster than the last. 

She was referring, of course, to the coating of sludgy yellow smegma that lined the underside of Ruby’s flared cockhead. It was a consequence of the sheath that housed their fuckrods when they weren’t hard, somewhere between an actual horse’s sheath and human foreskin that covered the entire member when it softened to half its erect length, and released the rest when they got hard. No matter how thoroughly they washed or how dedicated they were to cleaning themselves, the fleshy biological envelopes collected sweat, precum, and spent semen as if somebody had been putting it there on purpose. And that meant that every time their cocks stiffened and slid out into the open air, there was a fresh coating of disgusting sexual mire clinging to the ripe pink flesh.

Ruby shrugged; she knew Yang didn’t care for the nastier aspects of their unique reproductive anatomy. It didn’t stop Ruby from pressing her lips to that fat, flared head of her cock and sucking up a thick dollop of yellowed filth that had somehow escaped her earlier swipes with her fingers. The taste was rancid and vile, a sour burst of nastiness on her tongue that made her heart pound and her cock buck against her chin. She reveled in the horrible taste, bringing her that much closer to her orgasm. 

Any other time, she would’ve been licking up whole mouthfuls of the stuff and making Yang watch her swallow it down, but today, she’d managed to wipe most of the muck onto the inside lining of the fursuit helmet. The sebaceous substance looked like a rotting adhesive of some kind, and accompanied by the Binding Glyph she had gotten put on it by a fellow Beacon student for a bit of Lien, Ruby hoped it would keep her victim in place until she could grind out a few loads in their mouth.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather take Weiss?” Yang asked, her cock throbbing in time with her thrusts, each stroke of her massive tits drew a soft noise of pleasure from deep within her chest. “It would probably make your life easier. That girl hates you for some reason.”

Ruby considered this a moment, her tongue tracing figure-eights on the blunt head of her cock. The movement was gentle compared to her usual treatment of the length of fuckmeat that rode at her crotch, but still deliciously distracting in a way that made her ache to treat herself to a trip out into the hallway to grab the first girl to walk by. Still, she had managed to think through the brain-addling feeling of tonguing her member before, and she’d do so now.

Weiss had been something of an obstacle since Team RWBY’s initiation. It was clear that she had expected to be the leader of her team, either by virtue of her abilities or the fact that she was a Schnee, but since that hadn’t happened, the white-haired girl had directed a surprising amount of focus and energy toward being generally disruptive when Ruby was doing her best to lead. Weiss was haughty, rebellious, and at times outright disobedient… but still, she and Ruby had worked together in near-total sync in combat, and Ruby was confident that given enough time, Ruby could earn a loyal friend in Weiss, rather than just a broken-down fucksocket.

“I think I’d rather avoid that, at least for now,” Ruby said, breaking the silence that had previously only been punctuated by the slischslischslisch of Yang’s tits gliding across the length of her cock. “Until we become friends, maybe, and she gives it up willingly. Or who knows, she might end up on the receiving end of this bad boy. Are you still gonna break Blake? Even though you already have that Neo girl back in town?”

Ruby added that last while reaching down, one hand finding the mask into which she’d deposited so much reproductive filth, lifting it until it was scant few inches from her face. The sludge within was yellowed and lumpy, but seamless in its total coverage of the inner lining, and the smell was horrid. In fact, it smelled sort of like her cock, but magnified by a factor of ten, and the barest whiff of it was enough to make Ruby’s heavy balls pulse.

“Yeah, Neo’s great, but it’d be nice to have a live-in fucktoy,” Yang replied, watching her sister breath deeply of the odor emanating from within the helm in her hands, “Oh, hey. Time’s almost up. I figure one last load each, then we clean up a bit?”

Ruby shrugged. “It’s my bed, blow it wherever you want.”

Yang rolled her eyes, then turned back to the business at hand. The busty blonde reached out with both arms and hugged them around her massive tits, squeezing them down hard around her twitching horsecock. This made what had before been a languid passage through a soft valley of chestmeat into a harsh pumping motion that forced her member through the tight, slick confines of an improvised cocksleeve to rival anything one could find on the market. Every thrust thereafter was powerful and rough, stroking from the blunt head right down to the fleshy base of her meatrod, her plush lips connecting with the flared tip on each downstroke.

Ruby bit her lip, indulging for a moment as she watched her sister go to work on every inch of her twitching, rigid horsemeat. It was near-inspiring, the way that Yang could get herself off, and it was one of the few instance in which Ruby wished just once for a nice, heavy pair of tits to use on herself. Perhaps in another life, she thought as she reached up to tug on the stiff nipple of one of her petite breasts.

A glance at the clock on the wall revealed that they really were running short on time, though, and Ruby’s balls pulsed with the need to loose one more load of thick, musky cum. So she rolled her neck back, loosening her muscles, and gave a delicate clearing of her throat before planting lips as red as her namesake on the tip of her cock, her tongue slipping out to tease her cumslit. Then, in one fluid, graceful movement, Ruby viciously buried every inch of her throbbing fuckmeat in her own throat.

Yang had a lot of natural talents and curves, but she was nowhere near flexible enough to do this. Ruby’s body folded without any apparent strain, and she swallowed her own cock right down to the base, burying her nose in her own balls. It was a testament to the sheer number of times she’d done this that she could take such size without difficulty, and every new inch of horsemeat that met the hot, sloppy flesh of her throat was heaven. 

It was over in minutes. The two sisters watched each other hungrily, reveling in their shared masturbation session, and both gave thrusts into their own bodies that grew steadily more powerful, until almost nothing could be heard over the wet slap of flesh except Ruby’s strangled half-moan-half-gurgling noises. Every movement splattered new strands of precum across Yang’s face, her tongue darting out to clear away the sticky strings that reach her plush lips, and Ruby’s mouth had somehow managed to find new deposits of her own rancid cockfilth, every new taste of it shocking to her senses, pushing her ever closer toward orgasm.

Suddenly, Ruby’s hand shot out and found the sculpted flesh of Yang’s thigh, fingers digging into the smooth, fair skin as her orgasm crashed into her. She could feel the way her sister’s muscles tensed and knew she, too, was going to cum. The pair loosed soft moans that echoed off the walls as they released themselves to the pleasure of climax.

Yang, in particular, let out a guttural noise that ripped itself from her throat as her cock pulsed between her tits, balls tensing hard. The thought of her next move always filled her with a strange mix of dread and delight, her heart clenching at the habit she’d had for years, but there was nothing to be done about it: she refused to take the chance of any of it getting in her hair. So Yang leaned down and planted her lips firmly on the crown of her cock, doing her best to relax her throat.

The first jet of hot, thick cum that gushed into her mouth practically filled it, straining her oral capacity, but she’d had plenty of practice. Yang immediately swallowed it down with an easy, fluid efficiency, feeling the liquid heat of it gush down her throat and into her stomach to join the half-dozen other loads she’d sucked down over the past hour. She was already starting to feel pretty full, if she was being honest—she’d likely be skipping her next meal. The thought of how much of her own cum she’d drank to feel that way sent a special little shiver down her spine, though, and made her balls twitch.

Ruby, meanwhile, watched her sister cum with a mixture of hunger and admiration. She loved to watch Yang swallow a load, especially because she knew it made the busty blonde feel so conflicted, and this time was clearly no different. The sight made her cock twitch and her balls feel swollen, and it was precisely at that moment that she let herself get off.

Ruby wanted nothing more than to join her sister and blow her load directly into her own stomach, but alas, it wasn’t in the cards for the day. Instead, she just barely managed to pull all the way off her cock, dislodging a little over a foot of horsemeat from her gullet with a soft glrrk! before giving a soft gasp and wrapping one hand around the base of it in a vice grip. Her other hand found the horse mask nearby, and with brutal strokes that went from root to tip, Ruby shot rope after rope of hot, musky horsejizz into it, coating the interior in a fresh salvo of steaming cum. Each new load splattered against the lining of the mask and stuck, slowly oozing down toward the “snout”, where it would congeal around the mouth. It had happened largely by accident, but it had begun to dry in a thick, nasty cap of gooey jizz and smegma over the mouth and nostrils, so that anyone wearing the mask would have to deal with it before they’d be able to breathe. 

The thought of just how her victim might deal with it sent a pulse through her now thoroughly-emptied balls. But no… no time for that now. Blake and Weiss would be coming back soon, and besides…

Ruby eyed the mask, fighting down a surprisingly powerful urge to put it on herself. Even through the eye cutouts, she could see that the inside of the mask was absolutely dripping with her cum, some of which was mixing with the dried smegma and jizz from before, creating a gooey coating that reminded her, for all intents and purposes, of some sort of half-dried hot glue. She smiled, biting down on her soft lower lip as she watched it ooze across itself.

It was time to put this plan into action. 

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Weiss hurried smoothly down the corridor, making certain to showcase her grace and poise with every step to anyone she passed. No, not hurried, she reminded herself; a Schnee did not hurry anywhere, they simply moved with greater purpose. And right now, her purpose was an achingly full bladder that begged her for release. Each step made it pulse with discomfort, and it was all she could do to keep from hobbling around like any given six-year-old after one too many juice boxes.
But it wasn’t like she could’ve gone in the same restroom as the girls from her advanced bladework instructional. No, she far outclassed them in standing and in ability, so it would be simply beneath her to flood into the bathroom with them and lower herself to their level. So instead, she made her way out into the gardens, where she knew of a secluded lavatory that rarely saw use, and always smelled like exotic flowers because of where they were situated. 

Or rather, they usually smelled like flowers. This time, though, when she opened the door to the restroom, a wave of something bestial and foul washed over her, but it was nothing like the odor of human excrement. Instead, it was almost… primal, like the scent of a wild animal. Something in Weiss’ instincts warned her to turn around and run for safety, but her bladder gave a dangerous spasm. No, it would be here or in the bushes, and she would be damned if a Schnee squatted in the underbrush like some sort of Faunus savage. Forcing down the strange instinct to flee, the slender student pushed into the restroom.

Inside, the smell only grew stronger. It was strange and off-putting, catching in the back of her throat, but it was also somehow familiar. Where did she know this scent from? She couldn’t quite place it, but her body gave a sharp twitch of protest that spurred her deeper in. There were three stalls in the restroom, along with a sink and mirror, and she made a beeline for the farthest stall from the door. Once inside, she slid her panties and leggings down her toned, milky thighs and—

Wait. What the hell was that? As she settled onto the seat, a hole in the wall of the stall she’d chosen stood out to her, not because she could see light through it, but for the sheer absence of it. It was pitched in shadow, as if something was over the top of it, and as she set her focus to it, she realized that the strange scent that permeated the air inside the lavatory was emanating from within. What was it for? Why was it here? And just what the hell was that smell?

As she drew closer, she realized it was almost the exact size of her head, and deeper inside the little pocket of darkness, she actually could see two pinholes of light. This near to the thing, though, the scent had become a more concentrated version of the malodorous stench that wafted through the small building. It almost seemed to stain her lungs with every breath she took, coating her throat and almost certainly settling into her clothing and hair. She’d need a dozen showers after this, she though, eyes starting to water.

Still, something about the hole seemed to call to her. Should she just…? Before she could even think about what she was doing, Weiss gave in to the deep and powerful urge to push her head through, and unwittingly took the first step to her destruction.

The first thing she noticed was that the pocket fit her head almost exactly, including her hair. The second thing was that the inside lining was entirely coated in some sort of thick, greasy adhesive that stuck to her skin like glue and seemed to ooze across her flesh, uniformly slathering across her cheeks and even her lips, which instinctively clamped shut against the possibility of getting even a drop of the sebaceous substance in her mouth. The substance that smelled now heady and rancid, making her mind feel a little fuzzy with each new breath and her muscles loosen.

“W-what the...”

Suddenly, a bright light flared in Weiss’ face, flashing to life in the darkness of whatever it was she’d just stuck her head into. It was blinding, and gone as quickly as it appeared-- but not before Weiss could recognize it for what it was. After all, Bindings were the first Glyphs any self-respecting caster learned, long before coming to a school like Beacon. It was unlady-like, uncouth, and would’ve made her older sister balk, but Weiss let loose a swear the likes of which few had heard before. Her hands came up to scrabble at the smooth dividing wall, but she knew it was in vain.

She was stuck in place. For at least half an hour, judging by the strength of what she’d seen.

“What a mouth on you,” came a female voice from the other side of the wall, emanating from the next stall over. “I hope you can apply that same passion to our time together.”

Weiss froze. The voice was familiar, which made sense, since only a Beacon student would have access to this lavatory in the first place, let alone often enough to set up whatever this was. Still, why would a girl want to trap her hear? Was it some sort of trick, to get blackmail on her? The Schnee family was not without its detractors, after all...

“Alright, so the mask is for your protection,” the woman in the other stall said, reaching out and tapping the cheek of what Weiss now realized was, in fact, some sort of oddly-shaped mask. “Yes, it’s a horse head. Don’t worry about why, that’s for me, you filthy animal. Either way, it’s to keep us both anonymous while we do this.”

Weiss shuddered, feeling panic set into her muscles. She was trained to deal with monsters, to fight Grimm with grit and determination, but this... she wasn’t meant for this... And what was more, Weiss realized she was having trouble breathing. Something was blocking the mouth hole, or so it seemed, because the only air she could feel funneling into the mask was through the eye cutouts. It meant she was breathing a recycled mixture of her carbon dioxide and muggy oxygen mixed stained by the horrible scent of whatever it was that coated the inside of the helmet.

“Oh, relax,” the woman said, stroking the mask gently. “You’ll be fine, I’m just gonna-- oh. Yeah, you’ll probably have an easier time breathing once you deal with this.”

Suddenly, the muzzle of the mask cleared, letting in a torrent of the relatively fresh air inside the bathroom. Weiss gulped in clean oxygen with relief, feeling her head clear a bit, but only until something pressed against her lips. She did her best to keep them tightly shut, but between gasping for air and the surprise of it all, she couldn’t keep a pair of strong, slender fingers from sliding into her mouth with something gummy and thick on them.

“Chew and swallow, bitch,” the voice commanded as its owner forced the substance toward the back of her throat.

Weiss’ stomach lurched as she tasted it, like a concentrated version of the scent that was slowly but surely staining her brain. It was gooey and horrid, forcing tears to begin to trickle down her cheeks, but she would not vomit. She would not allow herself to suffer that indignity. So she worked the disgusting gunk into a paste that coated the inside of her mouth and choked it down her throat so she could breathe again, fighting the sudden roil of her stomach and the sting of humiliation that welled up in her chest. She just had to make it through this...

“Not bad,” the voice on the other side of the wall said, voice breathy and warm, and Weiss realzied she could hear a soft, wet noise in the background, like kissing. “And about time, too. I’m all warmed up for you.”

Without warning, another length of warm flesh slid into the mouth hole of the mask, collecting a patina of leftover nastiness that had escaped the grasp of the fingers that had come before it as it entered. With a start, Weiss realized it was the tip of a penis-- a horse penis, to be exact. A flush of rage went through her, even as she stared down the intimidatingly-large length of cockmeat in front of her. Not only had she been put at this woman’s mercy, but it was some piece of Faunus trash! If anyone ever heard about this, she’d never live it--

Glrrrk!

The length of horsemeat forced its way into her mouth as she felt her indignation reach new heights, and a brutal thrust sent half of it directly down her throat, straining her jaw and blocking off her airway. All thought was abandoned as her hands redoubled their efforts on the wall of the stall despite the ineffectiveness of it, and she braced herself as the person on the other end of the dick in her throat began to draw back for the next thrust.What could she do? How could she get out of this?

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“Just relax, I’m only looking for a little fun,” Ruby said to her victim as she jammed her cock down their throat with another destructive thrust. Though, to be honest, whoever it was could panic all they liked; this person’s throat was hot and slick and practically convulsing as they tried desperately to escape the situation Ruby had thought up for them. Her little trick was perfect, or at least as perfect as she could get it, and she refused to let it fall apart just because this girl couldn’t handle her cock.

“Just gonna empty my balls down your throat, and then I’ll let you go,” she murmured, her voice slightly muffled by the mask she wore. It was a matching helmet, a mirror to the one that bound her unwilling cocktoy, with the only difference that it might even have been worse on the inside. She’d been smearing cockfilth and rotting jizz across the inside for longer, and it was positively horrid. The smell was enough to make even Ruby’s eyes water, and she couldn’t keep her tongue from darting out to lick up a disgusting bit of lining that had come off near the mouth, gagging lightly as she choked it down. That bit of degeneracy was enough to make her balls twitch hard, rising in her sac as though she might cum soon. But no, not yet! She wanted to savor this.
Reaching up, Ruby grabbed the edge of the dividing wall between the stalls in her pale, slender hands and braced her feet. She was going to get some real pleasure out of this poor girl if it killed her, though any girl going to Beacon that couldn’t take a good facefucking probably shouldn’t have come in the first place. So she drew her slender hips back and gave a rough, balls-deep thrust, all the way to the hilt, drawing a wet glahk! from her poor toy. But it also brought with it a wave of sticky-hot convulsion that massaged her cock from root to tip, and felt heavenly.

On and on it went, with Ruby extricating the throbbing rod of flesh from her victim, then plunging it fully back to the base, making the girl on the other side of the wall little more than a gagging cocksleeve. Each desperate thrust brought on an equally desperate gagging, a vain attempt to force the filth-riddled intruder from her throat, to include a gush of throatslop that splattered across the inside of the girl’s mask and Ruby’s crotch. These were accompanied by wet, disgusting noises that would convey their origins to anyone who might pass too close to the lavatory door, and each new glrrk! and splcht! was degenerate music to Ruby’s ears.

“Gosh, you’re an even better rapetoy than I had hoped for,” Ruby moaned, feeling her orgasm fighting against the solid wall of mental restraint she’d placed on it. “Hungry for that load, huh? Well, don’t worry, you’ll get it real soon...”

Which was true. Ruby had been pounding away at this poor girl’s throat for an eternity it seemed like, fighting off the urge to blow a load every step of the way, and it left a burning pleasure built up in the base of her horsecock. Her balls felt swollen and heavy, and she swore she could almost feel her eager swimmers wriggling away inside the fat cumtanks between her legs, aching for release. Well, now was as good a time as any for her first load; after all, she should have at least another half hour in the helmet’s binding glyph.

“Just try not to choke or anything!”

The cheerful cry was at odds with the ominous planting of Ruby’s feet and the death grip with which she took hold of the stall divider. The wood groaned in protest, against both its treatment up to that point, and what they all knew was to come. Then, with a guttural cry and one last ruinous thrust, she buried her cock to the hilt in her victim’s throat and came harder than she had in months.

To say that the amount of virile cum packed into Ruby’s balls was excessive was an understatement of the highest order. It was certainly more than any normal human could have produced, and while her only other reference point was Yang, it was likely more than most Faunus could have unloaded in a single salvo. Her hips bucked against the sloppy seal of the masked girl’s lips against her saliva-soaked crotch, balls pulsing, cock twitching, and a torrent of jizz rushed out of her.

It came in sticky, finger-width ropes, off-white and musky like no animal could have ever produced, and it clung to the velvet lining of her cocksleeve’s insides like some sort of hot glue. Every new rope piled on top of the last until they formed a jelly-like blockage just beyond the blunt tip of her cock. Ruby shuddered as she felt her rapetoy swallowing hard to get that gooey load down into her stomach rather than let it block her esophagus, throat working double-time to coax it downward and ringing every last nasty drop out of Ruby in the process.

“Fuuuck, hungry little bitch,” Ruby moaned as her victim sucked the life out of her, clearing her cumvein of every remaining sperm cell with vacuum-like sucking power. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty more where that came from--”

Suddenly, a burst of bright blue light filled the stalls, flashing so brilliantly as to nearly blind Ruby despite emanating from within the mask her captive wore. Ruby stumbled back, cock jerked out of her fucksleeve’s sucksocket with a sloppy splrrrcht! as she braced herself against the wall behind her, free hand coming up to shield her eyes from the dazzling luminescence. What was happening? Had her victim gotten off some sort of defensive Glyph while Ruby’s guard had been down? Or worse, had the student on the receiving end of the brutal facefucking she’d been handing out brought a weapon into the lavatory for some reason, only just now managing to get to it?

But as the flash dissipated and she brought her heart rate down to a reasonable level, cock still drooling precum on the tile floor, Ruby realized what had happened. The space in the helmet where before she’d been able to see plush, fuckable lips was now empty, and that could only mean that her victim had slipped out of the Binding Glyph.

“That was supposed to last a whole hour,” Ruby growled as she approached, pulling the equine-themed helmet from its place on the wall to inspect it. Inside, she could see where part of the Glyph had peeled away with a section of congealed cum, breaking the flow of the magic trapped within. “Nope, no way am I stopping now...”

With her mind made up, Ruby pushed through the stall door and made her way to the next one over, where she knew her captive fucktoy was waiting. Though she knew any person in their right mind would be more than a little upset about the way she’d treated them, she was also willing to bet that anybody who’d been huffing her cockstink and just chugged a liter of ultra virile jizz probably wasn’t in their right mind, so she didn’t feel the need to bring her scythe. Instead, she stroked her cock eagerly, each step making her heart pound in anticipation. 

Anticipation, and a little indecision. She wasn’t entirely certain she was making the right move here. After all, she hadn’t really wanted to take a slave so soon after coming to Beacon; becoming a Huntress was her top priority, and girls took time and effort to maintain. Still, she’d decided: the throat she’d been wrecking was too good to pass up. Whoever was on the other side of this door, she’d make them her person cocktoy, like Yang had done to that weird pink-and-black-haired girl, Neo. Shuddering with nerves, Ruby pushed open the door...

... and laughed. “Of course, it had to be you!”

Lying on the floor in a heap, jizz still oozing out of her mouth and stomach lightly bloated even through her shirt, Weiss looked disoriented and confused. Her face was smeared all over with the rancid cockfilth Ruby had so lovingly spread across the inside of the fursuit helmet with, and even her silky silver hair was off-color in place, stained by the smegma that plastered it to Weiss’ forehead.

“This works out okay, I guess,” Ruby said after a moment, smiling wickedly. She approached her teammate slowly, crouching down until she was hovering just over Weiss. Ruby’s cock throbbed in anticipation, and and she pulled it up with one hand to give the blunt tip of it a kiss, lips coming away wet with precum, leftover jizz, and Weiss’ saliva. Ruby’s other hand went over to pull the fursuit head down from where it was mounted on the wall. “We even live in the same dorm, so it’ll be easy to make all the modifications to your your body.”

Ruby smiled down at Weiss, cock throbbing at the thought of all the lovely ways she’d ruin Weiss’  perfect, snow-white body. She had a wonderful idea in particular for a nice new outfit for Weiss that would look just stunning. Ruby hadn’t quite figured out the logistics of making her wear it all the time, but hey, she had plenty of time to figure that out. After all, it took time to make that many fursuit parts.

“I hope you’re ready for your new life, Weiss...”

And without any more explanation, Ruby let the fursuit helmet fall back onto her new cocktoy’s head.


