Chapter 1 - Protecting Ruby

“Port really needs to do less rambling.” Yang groans, stirring her food aimlessly. “Who needs an hour of that in their life?”

“At least he tried to be understood.” Weiss points out. “We have history next, you know what that means.”

“An hour of us sleeping while you take notes?” Yang cracks, Ruby smiles.

Blake yawns.

“You okay Blake?” Weiss asks. “I can understand the joke but I will not tolerate you actually sleeping through Professor Oobleck’s class.”

“I won’t, I won’t.” Blake says, mostly just to appease her more vitriol prone teammate. “I’m just tired. I really think I need a nap.”

“Then nap.” Weiss says. “The sheets are calling you, Blake.”

“I guess I should.” Blake sighs, palming her forehead with a low groan. “Little early for sleep though.”

“Never too early for a catnap Blakie.” Yang teases.

Blake doesn’t give her the satisfaction of a response. She simply gets up and leaves, leaving her friends at the cafeteria alone and allowing her to travel the halls on her own. Travel that gives her time to think, too much time really. “Should I really nap?” Blake asks herself. 

“I could take this time to research.” Her eyes lazily fall to the scroll at her side. The one she used to forget the world and dive herself into a murky darkness her teammates had to pull her out of. 

Her research continues of course, but skipping out on her needs to do it has taken a side line, a side line that feels a little dumb every day. What if something happens because she was goofing off? What if the world blows up under her because she wasn’t ready, wasn’t paying enough attention? What if everyone else missed what would have been obvious to her and everything is her fault because she wasn’t looking?

What if Yang’s wrong?

“Hey stop worrying.” She hears from the side. She turns mostly to scowl at them but finds it’s a door that’s partially open, not someone talking to her. “There’s nothing for you to worry about, we’re good.”

“Yes there is, how can you be so calm?” Blake creeps closer, listening in by habit more than actual desire, still they do have a saying about curious cats. It’s just in her nature. “I don’t want to get pregnant!”

“You’re not going to, they’re not gonna target you. The rapist announces their targets in advance.”

“Yeah, but the teachers can’t catch them, what if they decide to mix it up? What if I’m too tempting?”

“Then just get pregnant.” Her very male teammate says. “They’re only targetting fertile women because they want to get their targets pregnant, they won’t touch you if they can’t do that.”

“But I don’t want a child, that’s the whole point of worrying!”

“I’m just making suggestions.”

“Well don’t!”

“Besides, you don’t have to worry. Their next target has already been revealed. They’re going after some naive first year with more energy than sense, you’re a second year.”

Blake’s heart stops just a little. 
Suddenly the White Fang seems less important.


Blake slips back into the cafeteria like the Grim are on her heels. She dodges around other students with acrobatic finesse few huntsmen are capable of and even fewer students. Before anyone can really question what’s up her hands slip under Ruby’s arms and the smaller girl is thrown over her reclusive teammate’s shoulder. “I’m just gonna take this.” With a wave and a smile thrown behind her, Blake flees the scene of the crime before the evidence can sink in. 

Weiss is left staring at the fleeing form of her teammate, and the fighting form of Ruby with no small amount of questions racing through her head. “Um, Yang?” 

Weiss finds her mouth moving but the words stilted. A silence she finds herself only able to dispel when her eyes meet with Yang’s and the buxom blonde shrugs nonchalantly “Better my sister than the White Fang.” 

“Yeah,” Weiss gulps, slowly coming back to reality from a haze as the evidence finally kicks in and she finds thinking possible again, “that’s probably true.”


“Blakeee!” Ruby scrambles over Blake’s shoulders, legs kicking and arms waving.

“Calm down.” Blake rolls her eyes. “I just decided we could take a nap together.”

“That’s really weird! Don’t say stuff like that people are staring!” As if to punctuate the small teen’s point more than a few students suddenly find the floor and each-other very interesting when Blake looks.

“Napping with my friend is not weird.” Blake denies. “It just means we’re super close, ask Yang.”

“Aauh-but-but-but- Blaaake!”


The buxom blonde and her grandois associate - teammate for the unfortunate students not quite fortunate enough to understand the game they’re playing - sit around a table playing no mere game of cards. The background is littered with books, and other students trying to read but that is hardly their concern.

“It doesn’t bother you at all, empress of hearts?” Weiss asks as she discards something from her hand, careful not to let Yang see what she draws in turn or what she slips away.“Our most reclusive spade knight has suddenly gained an infatuation with the most innocent girl in school, a girl who just happens to be your little sister, and it doesn’t bother you.”

“Not in the slightest.” The empress denies. “Ruby likes the attention, the way I see it as long as they’re not showering together it’s not my problem. Queen of Shovel Ninja.”

The white shovel ninja stares. “Why am I Shovel Ninja?”

“I don’t make the rules.” The blonde empress shrugs. 

“Uh-okay.” The ninja nods, slowly. The empress draws a card and then slaps three in a row down. 

When Weiss’ stare doesn’t break Yang scratches her cheek lightly. “They’re uh, not, showering together are they?” 

“No.” Weiss relents, “but it wouldn’t surprise me if they were. I haven’t seen Ruby without Blake right behind her in over a week. She keeps glaring off anyone who tries to talk to her too.”

“I’m really excited about that actually.” Yang says. “Ruby really could talk to less strangers. Someone’s gonna take advantage one of these days, and I might not find out to break their spine until after.” The sound of knuckles cracking disturbs the students around them yet again, but the sight of Yang Xiao-long’s positively murderous grin is enough to cause them to have second thoughts about speaking up.


“Um, hey Ruby could you do that somewhere else?” Blake gulp, wide eyed and staring at Ruby’s hands as they glide up and down the rod in front of her.

“Are you going to follow me to the maintenance room if I go? Ruby asks, generously applying polish to Crescent Rose. It’s really the best thing in the world when she shines.

Blake doesn’t say a word, she just blushes faintly while watching the skillful and enthusiastic treatment of the thick staff Ruby masterfully cares for. She uses both hands to work two different parts at once and uses her palms to properly grind the polish in.

“You’re going to follow me,” Ruby says, “so why would I go anywhere? The smell will bother you there as much as it will here, at least here I can lay back in my pajamas.” She does in fact sit back in her comfortable pajamas, Blake can’t help but admire the way they hug her form. It draws the eye in more than one way, especially when she’s playing with Crescent rose. The way she cares for its every inch draws Blake’s breath and makes her clothes feel a little too tight. What did she have against baggier clothes again? She doesn’t know, she’s gonna have to pick up a big coat or something if they don’t catch that rapist soon. 


Exhausting, draining, fatiguing, like lead is strapped to her body and she’s walking around on borrowed time; these are all fantastic ways to describe the last two weeks of Blake’s life. Ruby is just too innocent, and Beacon has far too many ways to be taken advantage of. Even with a normal girl Blake would have a problem protecting them all day every day at Beacon, but Ruby is the most painfully innocent person she has ever met barring no one.

Sitting next to her in the library means watching her instead of her book when Ruby races around to interrupt other people’s reading time to ask about their books instead of reading her own. Acting as a buffer for anyone that wants to steal her attention is a full time job in itself. Ruby doesn’t just talk to strangers she runs up to them and asks them how their day was and how she can best help them rape her - okay so maybe she doesn’t do that but it certainly feels like it. 

She invites people to sit and talk to her at complete random, some of whom literally anyone reasonable would find suspicious if not downright terrifying. She then proceeds to talk their ear off about the comic she’s reading, or whatever glimpses of Port’s stories she managed to catch during class. On the trip to Vale recently she actually went and got free candy from a white van! 

Without even thinking about it Ruby quickly turned study time in their room into cuddle time. Abusing her newfound obsession with her to find new and exciting ways to plunge headfirst out of Blake’s comfort zone. Her soft skin pressed into Blake’s side without a care in the world. Her cheek rubbed against Blake’s with glee and her breath batted at the corner of Blake’s lips with every meaningless word. Thin clothing became thinner with every session, her partner’s sister discarding layers to get just a little more comfortable and just a little bit more close, until eventually her pajamas became silk panties that hug her form and tease her under the blanket. 

Ruby’s innocent eyes plead with Blake to share everything she’s ever hidden from them, and her pert ass wiggles in Blake’s lap nigh constantly. In the last few days Blake has grown to revel in having her there. 

Still, all of that considered protecting Ruby was still doable. Stressful, a full time job and a half, possibly more tiring than any job she ever did for the White Fang but still firmly doable.

It was when Ruby started talking about weapons that things became impossible, and Blake really started picking up on why she’s the next target. The rapist is a faunus, of that Blake is sure. No human nose would be able to pick up on it but a Faunus might pick it up across the hall if they were looking for it. Ruby has the hots for sleek guns, sharp edges, and tight decals. She isn’t just excited when she talks about them, she’s carnally excited. Enamored in a way that Blake can’t help find herself attracted to. Just the smell of honeyed dew soaking her panties with every exhilarated syllable drives her mad and makes it hard to hide her deeper secret. 

The wide eyed girl has an almost innocent fetish for all things big, thick, and hard. It’s sweet and adorable in a way even she has a hard time resisting.

Blake found herself staring at every Faunus they passed with accusation. Heat in her eyes and hatred gripping her heart. Weiss of all people had to mention something before she calmed down, but even now it’s hard not to want to stab every one of them that even looks at Ruby. It hurts, she tried so hard for equality and now her own mind is working against her, making her fear her own kind. 

Blake’s not sure she can make it much longer. She’s hired a group of people to help her track down the rapist, since the faculty clearly can’t handle it. 

She hopes they’re fast enough.


With how close to losing her mind Blake has come the past week she hasn’t thought at all about the next moment. She can’t, she has to deal with protecting Ruby in the moment without looking back or spending a secone to think or the worst will happen. Yang’s started to stare, Weiss is worried, but their guilt trip won’t work this time. Blake won’t let Yang find out the truth, she can’t, Yang will destroy herself.

Blake can handle it, she’s used to long missions, she can survive until they catch the bastard. At least, that’s what she keeps telling herself. 

She’s so intently focused on it that when Ruby slips out of her cape, belt and corseted skirt she doesn’t even question it. Not even when slipping out turns into slipping into a rather revealing tee, short and boot combo Blake doesn’t even question it.

She just follows in a daze until they’re at the training field and the brunette stretches. Her eyes only come out of the daze to absorb the way her lithe legs look without the slightest covering. Devour the way her chest pops in just a tee. 

“It’s the weekend isn’t it.” Blake notes numbly. She doesn’t even try to hide her interests anymore, not when it’s just her and Ruby. Ruby doesn’t notice, she can’t. She sees the good in everything. The innocent girl can’t take in the hunger in her eyes. “You’re gonna train?”

“Uh-huh.” Ruby nods. “You want to join?”

“Ah-no.” She did the first weekend, that was a mistake. Being that close to her mostly revealed body was just too much. “Why don’t you do this with your normal outfit again?” It’s not that she doesn’t remember, but Blake has to ask. Has to hold out a small hope that Ruby will understand what she’s doing to her, how much danger she is in. The other girls have noticed, why can’t she?

“I don’t want to get them all sweaty and stinky.” Ruby reminds. “And I’m gonna get really sweaty and stinky.”

“Y-yeah.” Blake holds back a gulp, just because explaining them to Ruby is too awkward for her. “Right.”

“Alright! Time to start!” With those words Blake is subjected to what might be the toughest torture known to Faunus kind. The White Fang interrogation team could learn from Ruby, they could run entire courses around every movement the girl makes. Innocent? There’s a part of Blake that wonders if she doesn’t know exactly what she’s doing.

Ruby’s speed is a very useful thing in battle, but in practice it’s something much worse. Something evil, sadistic. It’s a vanishing act.

With every movement Ruby vanishes and reappears in another lunging strike. Sometimes she’s bent over with her shorts dangerously close to falling off, threatening to slip over the precipice of her ass. Sometimes her leg is outstretched, giving Blake a sideways shot of her innocence.

Every vanish looks like a picture, a naughty photo burnt directly into her mind like a private photoshoot. Every time Blake tries to look away Ruby notices and tries to involve her, engage her, querying her about her stance or her balance or the absolute worst of which how her shorts look on her!

How’s she even supposed to answer that? “It’s so cute I just want to pin you to the dirt and fuck you till your eyes cross” maybe?

It’d certainly get a reaction. Still, she holds her tongue. She has to hold her tongue, she has to…


“Hey Blake, you’ve been acting weird lately is everything alright?” The sweaty girl asks as they slip into their room. She’s still drenched from her workout, and her shirt is practically see through. Her pleasantly luminescent yellow eyes can’t help but take her in again and again. How it sticks to her skin, how it shows off that smooth skin without shyness or hesitation while the head attached is so innocent and filled with fluffy thoughts.

“I’m just a little stressed. That dance is coming up remember? Who am I even going to take?” No one but Ruby would seriously believe that, not for even a second.

“Oh, is that all? None of us have a date.” Ruby laughs and leans against the bathroom door. “Yang said we’re probably gonna end up going together just for fun. Stop worrying so much.”

“I’ll try.” The ninja’s airway tightens as Ruby does something a little new. She slips her sweaty shorts down her work-out glazed wet legs right in front of her. “R-ruby, what are you doing?” She can’t help the way her eyes focus, the way the sight tortures her with thoughts and urges she’s had a harder time denying by the day. 

Ruby’s legs are commonly covered just enough that it’s hard to remember how soft they look bare. 

“I’m gonna take a shower and I need to get ready but I wanna talk to you first, what does it look like?” She blurts out, vibrating in place. Her lips part in a small, innocent smile that tries but doesn’t quite hide the little out-of-breath gasp she lets out.

Blake has no response, she just stares up until Ruby’s cheeks heat up a little, causing the adorable girl to almost glow. “Fiiiiine, be weird. I’m gonna get in the shower okay?”

“Uh-huh…” She’s left staring at the door as Ruby slips through it. Even after it’s closed, Blake is left short of breath, heart pounding so hard she can feel it in her throat. She stalks across the room and palms the door, leaning herself against it and placing her ear to the surface so she can hear through it.

Ruby’s humming. A carefree melody that drives her a little crazy when paired with the sound of the rest of Ruby’s clothes hitting the bathroom floor. 

“Hah-it’s fine, I’m gonna be fine. I’ll just, I’ll just take this opportunity to quietly take the edge off.”
Her fingers slip into her own skin-tight clothes, and dig deeper to wrap around her painfully throbbing secret. 

She closes her eyes, and just pants there for countless moments. The sound of Ruby slipping into the shower catches her ear.

“Nnn…” She begins a pleasant stroke, almost glazing off against the door when her eyes catch something on the floor.

Pink. Her shorts were a dark red but she sees pink. She slowly dares to look, and is greeted by the sight of thin panties bunched up in her shorts.

She didn’t just trust her enough to take her shorts off. She trusted her enough to get mostly nude. Just like that, while she was acting weird… while she was clearly checking her out.

“Ruby can’t really be protected, can she?” Blake asks herself despondently. “Gah-she, all of this effort is gonna be a waste. They’re not finding him, and she’s basically begging to be raped…”

She kicks the shorts and panties away, and just desperately gulps in air against the door. Her knees feel weak against it, and everything the past few weeks runs through her mind over and over again. Overwhelming her, reminding her. Tormenting her.

“Ruby…” She can’t help but whimper as she gently strokes the powerful mast inside her clothes.

She almost manages to push herself away from the door. To protect Ruby for another day, to gain the will to be the best friend a girl could ask for, but her eyes latch onto the haft of Crescent Rose. Her mind flashes back to watching Ruby’s hands tightly grip it and stroke, and in an instant the image of it being Ruby’s fingers wrapping her instead of her own take over.

“Gah-Ruby…” It’s then that she realizes; this was a mistake right from the beginning. That girl’s teammate was right. The only way to protect her, is to make sure she’s not a target.

“I’m sorry.” She lets go in more than one way. Feels the burden bleed off of her like a river is washing it away, making her clean. “I think, it’s about time I was proactive.”


Sneaking into the bathroom is equally one of the hardest and easiest acts Blake has ever done. Easy because with years of training and practice with the Fang sneaking around and getting done what must be done, or at least what she thought must be done, she could probably try to sneak with flair and fancy and Ruby would never have the slightest hope of noticing.

Hard because using anything she learned from the Fang against Ruby is harmful to her soul. She finds herself stopped barely inside the door, clutching her chest and wondering if she's become another Adam or if this really is the best route forward.

The door clicks quietly behind her, signally a resoluteness to her plan that she does not have. It makes her wince without purpose, the steady beat and drum of the water beats splashing against Ruby's body are more than enough to make it sound similar to a pin drop in an active rain-forest. 

Ruby's smell is powerful in the bathroom, not nearly as drowned out by the steam as a human nose might think. It's enough to make her stare at the almost clear curtains while slipping out of her own clothes. She lets them crawl across her body while taking in the silhouette of her most innocent teammate's naked form. Ruby's innocence is so close behind a frail boundary that crossing would signify no return.

The downpour just behind the barrier has her mind in a whirlpool, what ifs and what if nots surging around even as her final cloth hits the floor, deposited right next to Ruby's shirt and bra. 

What if she does this and it turns out the rapist is a rumor? What if they can't capture him because he doesn't exist? What if all those girls are just afraid to admit they got knocked up of their own will? It's doubts like that which pervade, making it harder to be nearly as resolute as her cock is hard. That's what it is down there, slipping against her own thigh day in and day out and rubbing against her own skin with every little shake of her nervous figure. A thick, magnificent beast unleashed and working to stand straight up and out in an eager desire to penetrate her morals and taint her friendships forever.

What if this is just lust? What if she's not not thinking but thinking she's thinking and it's really that which lies beneath which is guiding her hands to the wet curtain and gripping it with a weight not so dissimilar from the tap of Midas.

She doesn't know, she doesn't have the time to figure it out. As if away from her body and simply moving on autopilot she moves it aside and slips in behind the cutest naked body she's ever seen bar none.

Against all odds it seems like Ruby hasn't noticed her, not at first. She's allowed to admire the way her hair glosses when wet, and the way the water curves down her needlessly creamy hips to drip off an ass she would thank the twin gods to be able to pound. But then, she's about to isn't she? That thought rises her mammoth to a new height, taking so much of her blood she feels herself almost light headed when she steps closer. Ruby's incessant humming is just motivation for her, an annoyance turned into a lovely melody, now that she's not holding back

Here in the open with their bodies exposed it comes off as the most peaceful loving sound in the world. It's as if Ruby is calling out to her personally and telling her she understands, that she'll be forgiven when this is all over.

It's all Blake really needs to step forward and palm Ruby's perky hips, admiring the way they sway back and forth in her touch with the vibrant energy Ruby is best known for. "Huh?" Is all Ruby manages to get out before Blake's firm grip finalizes and holds her in place. All Ruby manages to do when she tries to jump is give her a better feel of her ass.

With a gasp silver eyes turn to take in her yellow. "Blake? I know we've been getting closer lately and I really don't want to stop that but don't you think this is a bit much?"

"Not at all." Blake says, voice tipping into an almost sultry tone. "I think it's dumb that we haven't washed each-other's backs yet, really, as a team we've been slacking!"

"Um, if you're sure..." It's clear Ruby's unsure as she looks away, clear in her rosy cheeks as much as in the way her soft lower cheeks shake nervously in her grasp. It doesn't surprise Blake, that wasn't particularly convincing and if Ruby had looked down even a little bit she'd note the weapon that'll soon be stirring her insides in a way Crescent Rose never has... Well she hopes it hasn't, Ruby can be a weird girl.

"I used to do things like this all the time back in the White Fang." Blake says. "It's good for learning to care for each-other, learn each-other in ways that make your bond impossible to breach. It was probably half loyalty training, but the core principles still apply I think." With that she lets her hand leave Ruby and grab the soap, splurting it into her palm in a very similar way to how her womanly manhood will be splurting in Ruby in just a few minutes. She admires the way the soap spreads across her palm, takes a secret joy in how white and thick it looks. It really will be just like that, it's enough to make her tremble in anticipation.

Her hands slip it onto Ruby's back, and begin to spread it around in a labor of love. Pulling her back just enough that the water can't wash it away before she's done. She admires the small of her back, the way her muscles come together to show off how fit the girl is without harming her figure in the slightest. It's why Huntresses are always considered bombshells, because they work away all their fat and gain a powerful figure but their Aura condenses it until they're at a reasonable level to keep moving and motivating the eyes of men.

Perhaps it's a gift from the twins, perhaps it's just how life works. Either way it gives Blake a reason to allow herself a gentle purr while rubbing her teammate's supple skin down. "Blake, this, I'm not very comfortable with this." 

Blake can't help but admire the amount of effort it must have required for the meek girl to voice her complaint. Honestly in any other circumstance she'd fold and run away simply because Ruby asked as sternly as she can manage. Not here, not now, "sorry Ruby." She forces out, swallowing down a quiver of anxiety. "Let's talk about it after we're out okay? It took a lot of work to force myself to think about the White Fang without getting worked-up long enough to come up with training methods which might help our team. I don't want it to go to waste without at least a trial run."

"Ermm, ahh-okay." The heat runs up Ruby's back towards her face. She can feel it right under the surface. Festering and begging for Blake's gentle hands to stop rubbing, but she can't. She can't back down, she can't relent. She has to keep this up and feel her teammate's every curve. Her arms are almost as enjoyable as her waist. And once she's finally at Ruby's ass, she can't help but squeeze it, eliciting a strangled eep.

"Hehe, nervous?" Blake teases. Rubbing the soap into her most enjoyable place, before slipping her fingers lower. Tantalizingly close to where she wants to be.

"Yeah I'm um... this is a lot." Ruby gulps. "Kind of scary, actually."

"Don't be scared. We're teammates, you’re our leader. I won't do anything you don't want me to." Blake says. "Just, relax and let us bond okay?"

"Oh-okay." Ruby nods slowly, and leans back into Blake's chest. Feeling the resident cat's own aroused nipples against her back appears to both scare her and reinforce her willpower. It reminds her that she's not the only one vulnerable here. That they're both in the same situation and they're there for each-other.

No one's going to take advantage, they're both equally at risk. Or they should be, they aren't but they should be. "I want you to feel safe in my grasp." Blake says, as her hands curve over Ruby's hips to her front, rubbing down her thighs and gently brushing over her heavenly mound on her way up to her stomach.

"Ah-Blake be careful." Ruby gasps. It's a lovely sound, Ruby afraid to tell her where she doesn't want to be touched but knowing that wasn't an accident. It appears the girl isn't completely innocent, that makes this a little easier.

"You don't sound like you feel safe." Blake chides, hot breath blowing against Ruby's collar while her hands rub up her flat stomach in circles. "You don't trust me Ruby?"

"I-I do, I'm sorry Blake this is just really weird." That little tremble at her lips, the shake at her knees. Those are what convince Blake she can continue. She's doing nothing wrong. They're devilishly sexy and that rapist will eat her up if she doesn't.

Blake allows her fingers to dance up her body to her chest. "I'd never hurt you Ruby." She assures her, breaking up the argument before it can start when her hands cup Ruby's cute breasts.

"Um-ahh-" Silver eyes almost seem to sparkle when her palms begin to grind against her nipple in circles, digging into her flesh and making her knees ever weaker. "B-blake they didn't do this in training did they?"

"They did Ruby." Blake lies like the devil is on her shoulder and taken charge, before pulling her smaller counterpart back just enough that there's no time to react when she pounces.

"Mmff!" She hears Ruby cry out in her mind more than in reality, her breath stolen by Blake's cloudy soft lips. She slips her slightly rough tongue deep past the girl's defenses before she can catch her bearings and explores her cheeks in a quest to map every angle. She overwhelms her, pressing her cock into Ruby's delicate ass just enough to draw and distract her attention so she's not ready for when her hands intensify their assault and their tongues forcibly intertwine.

Panic doesn't have a chance to set in before their most protected teammate shows her exactly why this is necessary. She folds into Blake, unable to keep up with even the most basic assault. Trust shows in her eyes as they drift closed, her attempts to breathe out her mouth cease and Blake is left to support her with her legs as if Ruby's strings were cut.

As much as she loves this, this trust, this dominance of her favorite person as of late she can't let it continue. This isn't about gratification, this is about Ruby, and so she pushes forward with a grunt, leaning Ruby against the wall and forcing her to stand on her own legs or slide down the shower wall. 

Just as suspected Ruby comes back to life the instant their tongues are no longer treated as one. "Hah-Blake that was weird." She gasps, struggling to stay upright while Blake slips her hands from Ruby's breasts back to her ass. She spreads her legs out to create a triangle structure against the floor, and props her ass up in the air. "What are you doing? What was that?"

"I'm making a member of my family safe." Blake says calmly before her fingers dip down and test the girl's lips. She's happy to note they're sleek and almost ready. It's a pointless test, she knew they would be. Aura does a lot of amazing things, but it does nothing better than protect its owner. The moment her Aura picked up that there was an actual bona-fide cock touching her it went ahead and measured it and figured out exactly how much it had to soak her insides to handle it without harm. Which would be why in this case she's positively dripping, and the very touch is enough to make her jump in place against the wall, smooshing her lovely breasts against it. Still, Blake couldn't bear it if her Aura was as innocent as her and she hurt her just by entering unannounced. 

It's in these moments as she lines herself up that her heart is at its tightest. Strong words are one thing but she's about to hurt one of the most important people in the world in a way simple bandages will never be quite able to patch up. Betray someone she loves for their own good. She should have asked Yang first, learned how to heal her before she did it. Seen if there were better approaches, but then if she did that she could never actually do this. Yang would insist they protect her the same way Blake's been trying, worse off she'd bar Blake from spending another moment with her just for her suggestion. Ruby would suffer at the hands of their weakness, reluctance would see her ravaged in an alley while they bickered about how to stop that very thing from happening. A faunus child would be born into the world while they cursed their weakness.

No matter what, at least the child that comes from this will be from a father that will love her. Someone who will accept her hate and love her anyway. Hug her close and wish her well even if she draws blood in rage. 

Those are the justifications Blake holds close to her heart as her cock nudges against the dripping barrier, and that's what she clings to when she pushes forward, spreading her walls apart to wrap her tip and wiggling her hips to dig past into the core of Ruby.

"Hah-what's that-" Ruby's slow on the uptake as Blake squeezes past her quickly tightening folds. Her invader is given a welcome kiss in a similar way to what Ruby would probably give her if she wasn't too shy to run around welcoming the world with kisses. It's a more honest Ruby, one she's rapidly realizing she can't get enough of. She needs more, so she shifts back and plunges in deeper. Digging back and forth and pushing Ruby against the wall and pulling her back rapidly. "Ah-ha-ah-that feels-Blake I don't want to ah-jump to any assumptions but um, there is no training is there?!"

"Ah-mm-no Ruby, sorry." She gasps, struggling not to sink herself fully in right away. Struggling to make her first time with Ruby almost romantic, as romantic as rape can be of that is. "I need you to relax okay? I don't want to, gaah, accidentally hurt you!"

"I, ah-agree." Ruby gasps. Blake can see her face's reflection in the shower wall, see how her eyes tear up, hear the meaning behind her cracked voice. How Ruby understands what's happening better than Blake would have ever imagined. "You're hurting me enough on purpose."

"Please, don't say that." Blake gasps, rocking in, and in, and in, pushing herself into new territory with every bated breath. "That's not what this is."

"Hah-" Ruby's legs wobble, body shifting back into a pleasure she's never even come close to experiencing before against her will. "Then explain it-haah-Blake, stop and explain it!"

"I can't." Blake grunts out, struggling not to collapse into her, to steal one more inch or take the promised land all at once. She has to do it gradually, has to take what she can when Ruby is willing to give it lest she overwhelm her in a way she can't come back from. A way Blake herself has been overwhelmed recently. "Aah-you won't understand, you'll give your normal bravado and it'll make my heart flutter and then you'll get hurt and it'll be all my fault! Aah-tight-tight-Ruby relaaaxx!"

"No! Not until you exp-aauh! It's so deep-Blake it's too deep, why does it go so deep-Blake it's huge!"

"Mmmhah-glad you appreciate it, ah!" She digs in just deep enough to finally fill her up. She stretches her insides widely, digs to her greatest depths and demands more. "Please don't hate me!"

"Hate-why would-Blake just explain please, stop and-"

"I can't." Blake squeezes her tightly, mimicking her tight walls around her waist. Rocking into her with a blissful expression that allows Ruby's silver eyes to see exactly what her insides are doing. "I can't stop Ruby!"

"Ah-haah-yes you-Blake please!"

"S-sorry Ruby!"

"Hah-aah-ohh my legs are weak." Ruby whines. "It feels too good Blake, please explain, let me enjoy my first time. Don't let this be rape."

"I-" What does she even say to that? What could anyone. She closes her mouth, holds Ruby close and pumps. "Hah-hah-" raking her fertile fields with her hungry lust filled tool. "Okay fine it's basically what it seems like." Blake gasps, a light purr coming back as she finds herself stretching her now favorite person deeper and deeper. It's enough to slightly lift her off the floor and take away Ruby's need for her legs at all. Ruby's look of blissful betrayal, an odd mix only really possible when stirring a victim up is enough to break Blake's heart again and again with every thrust. "Aha-there's a-"

"A rapist on campus?" Ruby asks suddenly, gripping the wall with her hands and scraping against the surface with her nails. "I-hah-know Blake." She struggles against it, futilely struggles against Blake. Every connection of their hips sends her a little higher, sends Blake a little deeper and allows Ruby a little more blessed leverage. "I didn't know it was-oh-ah-you though!"

"It's not it's-ah-haa-I'm protecting you!" Blake finds herself growling lowly, purr and growl rumbling through her body into Ruby's in a way that makes her eyes cross. "I'm not the rapist I'm not!"

"Blake stop and explain thennnaah-before it's too late!"

"I can't! If I stop for even a moment I won't be able to go through with this." Blake admits. Pistoning in faster and faster with every word, pushing Ruby up the shower wall hard enough her juices intermix with the shower water running down their legs. "I won't let you be a victim Ruby, I won't! I won't let anyone be a victim again!"

"Blake I-hic-Blake please-"

"No!" Her fingers dig into Ruby's ass and her hips slam into her they're in a race. At the rate Ruby's bobbing up and down against the shower wall they might actually win one. 

In a lighter mood Blake might make a joke about Ruby's semblance being amazing for sex. "Ruby I love you." Blake declares. "I love Yang. I love Weiss, I love Beacon. I love this team, I love everything in this new life and I won't let another extremist take any of it away from me. No! I won't stop!" At that she feels Ruby's grip on the wall weaken, her body slip back down to get pounded deliciously into the wall. Feels Ruby's walls grip her like a slippery vice and refuse to let go no matter how many times she pummels her ass. 

"You're my teammate, you're my team! Maybe it wasn't supposed to be now, or tomorrow, or even this year but I planned to call you mine! I planned to call you all mine! I won't let some scum steal what's-what's ours!" Ruby's insides twist around her and the small girl lets out a croaked series of powerful gasps. Her feline rod stirs her powerful depths and begins to expand, tightening Ruby up even further simply by matter of having more girth in her. "You're mine, you're my family, and I won't stop until no one can take you away!"

"Hah-haah-aah-Blake it's getting bigger!" Ruby cries. "It's too tight already, why is it getting bigger?"

"That's-mm-proof of ownership." Blake struggles to say, pumping in at a record pace, slapping their soaked needs together forcefully enough they drown out the sound of the water cascading over them.

"Proof of-oahh-Blake you're gonna-no-out-out!"

"My mother's gonna love you Ruby." Her breath rolls over Ruby's ear, her grip leaves her ass and cups her cheek to pull her face back so Blake can steal her lips. She bucks into the struggling girl and pierces her lips.

"Blake no-mmfff!"

That's all she manages to get out before the potent dam inside her shatters and everything she's felt over the past few weeks flows into her meek teammate in a raging river that can neither be stopped nor slowed.

Potent blast after potent blast christens her womb with enough bravado to make a hero blush. 

She holds her there, feeling her heartbeat, feeling her panic shift into a comfortable series of orgasmic breaths, before finally parting their lips.

Try as Ruby's womb did, Blake simply let out too much. The proof flows down their legs towards the drain. "I'm gonna get pregnant." Ruby whines quietly. "You really did it."

"You're my family Ruby." Blake gasps, holding her close. This might be the last time she ever can. "Even if you hate me, I can't let them have you. I can't let someone just abuse you and throw you aside."

"I-I could never hate you." Ruby sniffles. “Yang’s gonna kill you though. I don’t want to lose you either…”

“Well then I guess we just don’t tell her until we absolutely have to.” Blake says, wrapping her as tightly as she can, relishing one of the last hugs they might ever have.

“I didn’t know you had a mom.” Ruby says. “Can I meet your mom?”

“Of course you can Ruby.”

“Is she really gonna love me?”

“Like nothing else in the world.”