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While the arrival of Vytal and its accompanying tournament might, for many, be a signal better than any to double down on training and exercise in preparation for said tournament, it’d be silly, and perhaps unwise, to either ignore, or forget, the festival that Vytal’s arrival also brought, not to mention partaking in it.

And partaking is exactly what Team RWBY had chosen to do as they explored the fairgrounds and their stalls. They were both plentiful and varied; Food, clothing, materials, weapons, dust, ammunition and things related to it… Really, pretty much everything anyone could ever ask for from stalls.

However, in their exploration, a very standout device caught Team RWBY’s attention; A rather sizeable thing that looked like an atomizer with a mask on the end of a flexible tube connected to it. Where it was from they could not tell, but they were curious enough to go investigate.

As for the person behind the stall, they looked a hint Vacuan, maybe? At least their clothing considered. Heavy, at least by looks, and covered most of their body, as well as a scarf loosely tied below their eyes that seemed to serve as a dust mask more suitable for deserts than the fairgrounds. Reinforcing that idea were both goggles that sat on their forehead, as well as a dark boater hat with plenty more brim than was usual, pretty obviously meant to create shade.

Besides their looks, however, Team RWBY had questions. Yang went first;

“What’s this?” she quizzed, pointing at the device.

“Ah, this?” a gentle, male voice replied. “It’s a medical atomizer. Certain mixtures will clear sore throats like nothing else on Remnant, I can assure you. Those are not cheap either, so it’s best to not overdo.”

“What about anesthesia or painkillers?” Blake then asked. “I’ve seen masks used for that sometimes.”

“Indeed, and this device can do that too. But I can not sell you the materials owing to regulations on them.”

“Is there anything you do have?” Weiss added.

“There is. Relaxants, specifically. More traditional medicine, and for that I even have the recipe.” Which he then pulled out, though packed in a folder, as well as a few canisters that plugged into the machine loaded with said relaxant, in liquid form. It was translucent, with what was maybe a hint of light orange in its color? They couldn’t really tell.

“Anything else? What about the… Is it cough syrup?”

“Somewhat. But no, I don’t have it, both because it’s expensive, and because pharmacies carry them in good quantities for much less than I could ever offer. But I do have something entirely different, however.” He then pulled out a jar and a few papers. Inside the jar, there were dark, nearly black, crystals. One of the papers described a method of preparation.

“Another relaxant?”

“No, but it’s an aide to it. Mix carefully, and use it after the relaxant itself.”

“Huh.”

“Can we try it?” Ruby then chimed in.

“Ah, if there was an electrical outlet nearby, you could. Even then, I would highly suggest you not to, since these relaxants are pretty strong.” he answered.

“Is a red triangle warning applicable?” Weiss followed up.

“Very much so.”

“Understood. How much is it?”

“For this?” He then looked over the counter, and seemed to gather absolutely everything he had in the stall on it, even the box for the atomizer itself. “All of this, recipes, documents, box, what have you, will run you five hundred. And I’d rather sell this as a package, since these canisters fit this atomizer specifically, and it’s not a common model either.”

While to some, that price tag might seem shocking, the sheer load on the counter was making a pretty good argument for that price being fair. After all, this was…

“Everything, right?” Weiss then made sure.

“Everything in this stall, yes.”

And on she mused, looking everything over. Uncommon model? Canisters that fit specifically it? Recipes? This could be resold if it didn’t work out…

And then she turned to her teammates; “Destress medicine for 500?”

“Medicine only? That’s a scam.” Yang answered. “But that’s not to say it won’t help in the tournament.”

“Tournament, you say?” the man then added. “I’m sure that this will be double useful to you, then. After all, besides hefty training, you still have the rest of the Academy to worry about, yes?”

In some thought, Yang looked the items on the counter over, rolling around the notion of studies in her head too all the while.

What she concluded was that this actually wasn’t a terrible deal at all, especially not with the relaxants to help fight both stress and soreness.

Weiss wasn’t exactly far behind on that notion. If at all this could help...

“You know what. I think I’ll take it.” she then replied, with a bright smile.

“Allow me to pack this up, then.” he said, before doing so.

Into view came gloves out of light fabric. Again more suited to deserts than anything, as was pretty much expected from this person at that point.

As he packed, he put all the folders and papers he had together, all the canisters, and some more stuff he had under the counter that simply couldn’t fit it before due to the amount of stuff already on it.

Weiss was honestly doubtful it’d all even fit, but as he packed the box with more and more of the stall’s contents, that doubt slowly melted away, and eventually disappeared completely as he put the last few things into the box, closed it up, and latched a buckle on its front.

Weiss, in that time, had been too busy just staring at all the stuff vanish into said box to even begin thinking about counting her lien, and still stared in wonder for a few more seconds before she snapped out of said stare and took out her wallet.

Not much later, she had counted out five hundred lien exactly, and placed them on the counter.

The person behind the counter simply pushed the box towards them and took the lien into his own hands.

Thankfully, for carrying, the box had handles. And Yang chose to carry it.

“So… Where to now?” she then asked.

“Dorms, maybe?” Weiss replied. “That can’t be light, plus it’s a bit big.”

“Sure. Let’s go.”

Mere minutes later, they were back in their dorm room with the box, and unpacking it.

There were quite a few empty vials here, seemingly the standard set and a ton more extra that the seller had presumably obtained in the time he owned the atomizer.

There were also loads of papers, including the ones that came with the black crystals.

Understandably, perhaps, they were pretty curious about how it would be an aide.

...only to find that the papers that came with that jar had practically no information on them, and none of it actually useful to tell anything at all. There was a recipe, but it was nowhere near finished, so they couldn’t make more even if they wanted. Probably best to share, maybe?

Of note, however, was that the documentation on the atomizer was, for all intents and purposes, complete; Schematics, diagrams, blueprints, dimensions, the same for the canisters, the masks… Oh, and then blueprints for a portable, continuously-administering standalone atomizer mask that looked a hint like a gas mask, except its filters were miniscule in size compared to actual gas masks. Then again, this was medical, so maybe that size was plentiful? Probably saved on costs, too.

Either way, they weren’t trying to find other stuff at the moment, but rather just to figure out the atomizer in front of them.

And they soon found the manual, and valuable information within; Firstly, the canisters were both pressure and twist fit, both to mate them to the rubber rings and receptacles properly, as well as to make sure they didn’t fall out. With one empty canister they tried it, and, sure as the manual’s instructions and explanations, this was as simple a system as it could be. Secondly was information on a particular dial on the atomizer, this being the liquid to air ratio that would be supplied through the mask, as well as the equations needed to calculate how much liquid would be used with each use of the atomizer, deriving from the fluid to air ratio. Thirdly was general procedure; Mask to face, gently inhale, hold breath, remove mask, and then exhale. This was in order to conserve material, and make usage calculations as precise as possible.

With all that in mind, they again looked at what accompanied the black crystals, the preparation instructions for which turned out to be a matter of simply adding water. As simple as getting a full bottle of water, which Weiss promptly did. Once she was back, she dumped the black crystals into an empty canister, before starting to mix in water until she was spot on for four doses at the highest ratio of air the knob would allow the device to do.

Once that was all done, they plugged the atomizer in, and loaded a canister with relaxant.

Per the manual, it’d need a bit of time to prepare, with a green light indicating when it was done.

Once it was, they looked among themselves. Who would go first?

Weiss had an idea; “Ruby, if that manages to mellow you out, I’m going to be surprised.”

“Uhhh… Should I try?”

“That’s my suggestion.”

She just shrugged her shoulders at that. “I suppose it can’t hurt.”

And with that, she stepped forward, and took the mask in hand. Just like the instructions had said, she put it to her face, inhaled, held...-

In what was practically an instant, her entire body had been pretty much completely sideswiped by the inhale.

Once she had adjusted her footing and grabbed a bunk, she focused on the rest of the instructions, removed the mask, and then exhaled.

Going by how limp her arm was, it had worked, and worked wonders. Ruby’s eyes were still closed, even… and she had a deep blush on her cheeks.

Weiss, who honestly wasn’t expecting anything, was a ton more surprised than she could have ever expected she would be.

In fact, so surprised was she, and the other two, that the dorm had fallen silent, and stayed so for several seconds as Ruby just stood there, holding the mask.

“...How does that feel?” Weiss then managed to get out.

“It feels like bliss.” Ruby replied. Her tone was warm, comfortable, and, as could be expected, heavily subdued.

Yang couldn’t help but stare… but her curiosity overcame her.

“Can I try?”

Ruby lazily handed Yang the mask, which she took, before making sure to sit down on Blake’s bunk.

Just like with Ruby, she managed only up to the hold in the instructions before she herself felt the utterly herculean kick.

But just the same, she removed the mask, and exhaled. Her eyes had also shut.

And then she simply handed the mask to Blake as she sat. Ruby had, meanwhile, managed to slowly walk to Weiss’ bunk and sit down.

Likewise, Blake sat, and took the mask.

Much the same unfolded for her. More notably, however, was that even her feline ears relaxed, and visibly.

Next was Weiss’ turn, and seeing how it had unfolded for her teammates, she decided to sit also before she put the mask to her face, braced herself, and inhaled.

And sure enough, that did her in just the same as the others.

For a moment, she practically forgot all about the mixture with the black crystals.

After about half a minute of just sitting there, she stood, and fetched that mixture.

The crystals had dissolved almost completely, though not entirely. Closing the canister up and shaking the rest together would probably help, so that’s what she then did.

Given about a minute total, the water had gone from clear, to completely dilute with the crystals, with not even one speck remaining unmixed.

Changing canisters, even in this state, was pretty quick. Again, the question of order.

...Well, she was right in front of the machine. Why not?

So she did. No surprises this time, and no notable effects, at least yet.

And then Yang reached a hand out, and herself took a lungful.

And then Blake.

And then Ruby.

Again, they all sat down, in their own peace and zen.

However, a few minutes given, Ruby had a question;

“Did someone turn up the thermostat?”

“Not me.” Blake replied.

“I left it pretty low.” Yang added.

“I haven’t touched it either… Did someone break in while we were gone?” Weiss finished.

And to make sure, Yang went to check said thermostat.

“Nope. Still where I left it.”

Yet they felt hot. All of them.

Causing Yang to decide to ditch her jacket, since she was by the wardrobe.

Silently, her teammates couldn’t help but agree, and either zipped their clothing down, or took some off, leaving Weiss and Ruby in underwear, Blake halfway there, and Yang in a cropped tee and panties.

That held for Blake… for all of five minutes before the bottom of her outfit went off also.

Yet they were still hot.

And as the minutes passed, the heat just kept rising.

“Is it just me, or…” Ruby started.

“Or does having anything on at all feel like too much?” Blake added.

“Yeah… That.”

“Maybe I should lock the door…” Yang mused.

“Yes please.” Weiss quickly answered.

And so, the door was locked… and off flew underwear, before the four returned to their bunks to shield themselves with blankets… for all of a minute at most before they were back off.

“Relaxing, but the heat…” Ruby again started.

“And the feeling…” Weiss added.

“Yes, that too… What is this?…”

“Restlessness? Feels like that a bit, but it wants to guide my hands places.”

“Where?…”

For a moment, Ruby let go of her resistance to that feeling, and slowly, her hands attempted to seek out her crotch, before she pulled them back, in shock, before promptly whining.

Didn’t take Weiss long to repeat it, and the two in the bunk across had seen it in them both.

And yet, the heat, and that feeling, were building. Merely thinking about where their hands wanted to go made it build faster, nevermind witnessing hands move…

Suffice to say, their hands shook.

They had to. But their teammates…

Yang, meanwhile, had a suggestion;

“L-Let’s just… keep this a secret, okay? Between us.”

In silent agreement, the other three then let go of their control, Yang following shortly after.

Right then and there, all their hands dove for their crotches. Rubs, insertions, clit pinches… whatever it was that the feeling told them to do.

And promptly, the dorm room was filled with their moans.

Even then, the heat built. And now, the fervor.

On one hand, this felt so embarrassing. But on the other, it felt like utter paradise.

And they simply could not stop.

Not much later, one orgasm. Then two. Then four… Then eight… And they just kept coming.

The stronger the heat and feeling got, the less they cared. The less they gave a damn about any sort of modesty whatsoever.

For all intents and purposes, whatever that stuff was, it was plenty obviously not relaxant. It was an aphrodisiac, and a ticket to nothing short of heaven.

The higher the heat, the more sensitive they got, and the further their inhibitions dropped. And of course, the more of a mess they made.

And it didn’t take much brain fog for Weiss to soon swap hands, stuffing her cum-soaked fingers right into her mouth without even so much as a question or hesitation.

...only worsening the heat. The slick covering her fingers was delicious. And she needed more.

So more she got, with another swap of hands.

Soon, a call out from above;

“W-Weiss?”

“Yeah?”

“I… I’m going to need help…”

For but a moment, finally, she paused at the thought… but only for a moment.

“Please.” was all Weiss could muster.

With that, Ruby clambered down, the requisite time for her fingers out of her crotch feeling like hell.

But still, she looked at Weiss’ crotch with nothing but lust. And Weiss, in turn, at hers.

With that settled, Ruby went into Weiss’ bunk, her crotch to Weiss’ face, and Weiss’ to hers.

Two firmly wrapped pairs of arms around each other later, and they were lapping and sucking at each others’ folds like their lives depended on it.

Blake and Yang weren’t far behind.

The good thing? It felt even better.

The bad? The heat got worse. So, so, so much worse. So did their inhibitions.

It felt like an unstoppable inferno that, at first, they could tame, then suppress, then hold, and then it was over.

And now, they were doing their absolute best to fan the inferno on. To let it consume them whole.

And it did. For an hour, until it started slowly cooling off.

Even as it did, and their inhibitions slowly rose and came back… they didn’t stop what they were doing. It felt far too good to stop.

Until, that is, barely embers were left.

By that point, all four of them were exhausted. Too exhausted to even get clothing, and at the moment, they didn’t care at all about them.

Once Ruby finally rolled off Weiss, they were left panting. What had just happened? Was it a dream?…

Their deepest and most honest wish at that moment was that it wasn’t. They did not want to lose this.

There was no turning back now.

For quite a while, besides labored panting, the dorm was quiet.

Until Yang spoke up;

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want more, and also if I said this didn’t positively demolish me.”

“T-Telling me…” Weiss returned.

“I would love more… But I don’t think my body could even hope to keep up.” Blake added.

“I’d break…” Ruby quipped.

And then Weiss remembered a particular word of hers at the stall: Destress.

“Do any of you remember what I said?”

“Stress relief?” Blake answered.

“Yeah.”

“You were spot on… I could do this, again, and again, and again, but… My body just can’t.”

“Matter of practice?”

“By the gods I hope so…”

Which drew Weiss’ mind to the idea of going round after round after round…

...and back her hand went to her crotch. Just those minute embers were enough to pull a hand in for a gentle rub.

The inferno was otherworldly in power. That much had been proven.

And they wanted to be that inferno. Forever, if possible.

Before they could further sink into the sea of their own thoughts, Yang spoke up;

“Firstly… We need a shower. Secondly, we need soundproofing. Thirdly, we need toys. A lot of toys.”

“But…” Weiss blurted out. “What about-…”

Yang knew what she was talking about… and then sighed. “Anything will help.”

That was something Weiss agreed with.

Given an extra fifteen minutes of breather, they slowly clambered out of bed, got clothes on, and fetched towels, for the purpose of heading for the showers.

What was refreshing before was now positively revitalizing. Purifying? Maybe. For their minds? Not at all. Merely their nudity together drove thoughts into their heads of… that. And what was to come.

And then it was off to get what they at this point needed, before returning to their dorms with some bags full of stuff.

First priority? Soundproofing. As hefty as they could make it.

And then to sort through the toys they got… quite a few.

After which were studies… those didn’t finish themselves, and they were at Beacon after all.

Organizing the next day would, no doubt, go a bit differently. Maybe the policy on the lock of their dorm room door too… Maybe.

At least the day’s extras were enough of a degauss on their heads to revert them completely out of that sea of limitless lust and desire that their mortal bodies simply could not fulfill.

But burning in the inferno was its own reward.

However, one question that they found themselves asked during breakfast the morning after, from Pyrrha, was;

“All four of you were blushing in the showers yesterday. Why’s that?”

Yang just tilted her head. “Were we blushing?”

“You were… Didn’t you notice?”

“We didn- wait, shit, we were?”

Pyrrha just nodded.

Some mild blush came over Yang at that… had they been found out so easy?

And then she just shrugged. “If I was, I haven’t the faintest.”

Honest as her tone could be… but she had a guess why.

So did her teammates, who were among themselves pondering the same question.

If anything, it was an after effect of the aphrodisiac.

And if it was, that meant they needed to be quite a bit more careful.

Either way, the rest of breakfast went as usual, and so did most of their day from then on.

Until, that is, on the fairgrounds of the Vytal Festival, a weird sensation hit Weiss.

Quietly, she decided to ask the others; “Anyone else feel a weird tingle?”

“Where?” Blake returned.

“Roughly crotch, but a little up.”

“No…?”

And then it hit Yang. “Wait.”

And then Blake. “Oh. Uh…”

And then Ruby. “Yeah, I can feel it… though it happened just now.”

It was discomfort. Plenty thereof.

“...Are our bodies asking?” Blake questioned.

“I’d… not want to find out the hard way.” Yang added.

“Let’s head back, then?” Weiss suggested.

“Please. The sooner, the better.” Ruby finished.

And off they went to their dorm room, again locking the door.

This time, knowing what was about to unfold, they stripped immediately, and then went to the atomizer. Ruby took her hit of the aphrodisiac first… before a moan escaped her.

“What’s up?” Yang asked.

“The feeling changed… nngh…”

“Instant heat?”

“Yes…”

Weiss was next. And sure enough, same thing.

Ruby just kept moaning out, but her hands weren’t even touching her crotch yet.

And then Blake. Same result, and a comment;

“Oh. Oh, yeah, it changed. It’s… inside…”

And then Yang.

Sure enough, it was inside, at the same spot as the discomfort. But instead of discomfort, it was a constant barrage of pleasure from nerves that had nothing to do with that.

And then they took their seats. At least their hands weren’t needed for this, but their legs were instinctively spread.

Just as before, the heat consumed them. But instead of trying to put out the fire, they deliberately fanned it.

Once they were close to orgasm, they felt a shift in the area the feeling was in that slowly advanced forward.

Not much later, Ruby, first of all four of them, came. Hard.

...however, she felt a throb.

And her teammates weren’t blind to what had just unfolded.

Once Ruby looked down to figure out what that throb was, she saw…

...a penis.

And on the floor, a messy line of white. And some more of that white on the tip of that length.

...and then she realized it was attached to herself.

On one hand, the feeling was gone.

On the other… in curiosity, she poked it.

The shock of pleasure was instant.

Didn’t take her long to take it in hand and start gingerly jacking it off.

...all the while Yang couldn’t help but stare.

And then it hit Weiss. Same thing, and more white mess on the floor… and a hand on her length soon after.

Ditto for Blake, though she waited with a hand ready.

Yang, meanwhile, had only mere seconds to ponder the last few seconds of her life without one… before she herself hit orgasm.

Yet again, this felt like heaven.

For a bit, their masturbation with their new equipment was slow… but soon sped up.

If they at all thought going down on each other fanned the fire, this was like pouring petrol on it.

It didn’t take them long to be lost to the inferno in record time, and plunge their other hands into their own folds.

Shortly, their second orgasms followed… before more ideas came to them.

For their next, they aimed at themselves.

And the resulting coating was burning hot, and felt heavenly.

It wasn’t long before, just like yesterday, their gazes turned to those closest to them, as they shimmied up into their beds and aimed at one another.

Again, heavenly… and further fanned the inferno consuming each.

Before long, they had a repeat of the day prior, but this time with their lengths buried into each others’ throats instead of their folds against the others’ lips.

Despite them being quite sizeable, none of them cared. They wanted it. All of it. And to swallow every last drop that would come out.

And soon enough, they did.

Several times, as the inferno kept enveloping them.

...until Weiss thought to yesterday’s topic of toys, and their virginity.

If at all there was anyone she wanted to lose it to, it was the person below her.

And Ruby thought the same, to Weiss.

What was at first a thought desperately held in check soon became impossible to hold back, and not long after that, completely overwhelmed them.

“W-Weiss…” Ruby started as her mind caved to that idea and need.

“Yeah?…”

“C-Can you…?”

“T-Take you?”

“Yes!”

Didn’t take Weiss long to pull back, and for Ruby to reposition herself, legs up.

Mere seconds later, Ruby’s hymen was shredded, and with it her virginity.

And Weiss didn’t stop for anything, and started thrusting like nothing else.

All that mattered in the world right now to her was to fill Ruby up to the brim, or more.

Blake, meanwhile, had heard the heavenly yelp out of Ruby… and soon spoke.

“Y-Yang. Please.”

And with that, Blake’s virginity was gone also.

Didn’t take them long to then fill their partners’ holes with seed… lots.

And it was the best feeling any of them had had yet.

And then it turned around.

First Weiss, then Yang. And then their subsequent fills.

Considering the massive amount of spunk covering their lengths currently, their next step was clear; Anal virginity, just the same.

While it hurt, they were far, far too far gone to muster even faux resistance to the idea. And so, just kept going.

And for an hour, the four had, time and again, dumped load after load into their partners.

What might have been questions and budding flowers before was now a forest filled with the biggest flowers one might find on Remnant.

Once the inferno again finally cooled down enough for them to collect themselves, what ensued were hugs and kisses. Long, deep, loving kisses for all of them.

Beyond a shadow of a doubt…

“Ruby.”

“Yes, Weiss?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Weiss.”

And then it was back to bed with kisses, with even more vigor now than before.

“Is that us too, then?” Yang quizzed Blake.

Who just smiled. “Absolutely.”

Similarly, back to kisses they went.

Not only had these last two days been a ticket to heavens of pleasure, they had also bonded hearts. Irreversibly, perhaps.

And they did not regret any of it one bit.

For Weiss, that five hundred lien price tag?

More than a curiosity, as she at that point thought, that price tag now seemed like an absolute steal. And boy was she thankful she went against her gut of not buying “useless whatever”.

A point that her currently racing heart, and Ruby’s heat and love, all but hammered home harder than whatever caused the moon to shatter.

And for a solid hour extra, they had not a care in the world, other than for their new lovers. Even as the embers of the inferno fizzled out and cooled, they had new infernos to keep them company; Love.

Once that hour was up, Weiss and Ruby finally separated their lips, a longing look towards the other, and plenty of labored panting owing to the infernos that were still burning.

Unlike those of the aphrodisiac, these weren’t temporary. These were permanent.

And they knew it.

...though a question came to Ruby as she looked past Weiss, up at her own bunk.

“...Now what?”

And then Weiss looked up at Ruby’s bunk as well, in thought.

All four of them came to the same conclusion, right then and there;

They were going to need to renovate. Again.

...and buy even more toys. What’s worse is that they hadn’t even used their current purchases yet.

...then there was the no doubt daily laundry from here on out. That wasn’t an issue, however.

Once they were sitting back up, they sketched out some more plans for tomorrow, before dressing up and heading out for the showers again.

Much like prior, Pyrrha had entered, though it went down much more eventfully than last time as she noticed the proximity of each pair to one another.

Instead of being overt, however, she decided to start simple;

“Anything new with you four? You’re not blushing this time.”

None of them could help but smile, as they then looked at their lovers.

The kisses that ensued between them, first Ruby and Weiss, and then Blake and Yang, caught Pyrrha by total surprise… and then put a blush on her face as they just went to town on eachother.

Once Weiss and Ruby again split, a slightly panty Weiss answered Pyrrha.

“Let’s say we had a team building exercise that was vastly more productive than expected.” And her smile was positively beaming. So was Ruby’s, who just hugged onto Weiss and held her.

Team building… Girlfriends? What? How?

...and soon her curious eyes caught the sight of their new equipment… and her blush went deep red… and then her face went to confusion.

Again, she had to ask: How?

“What… When?”

For a moment, Weiss wondered what Pyrrha meant… before she realized what she was looking at, her eyes wide for a moment. But she still gave an answer as she collected herself, and an honest one.

“It’s a long story, best told in our dorm room.”

“But…”

“You wanted answers, right? Well, a huge part of that is… well, in our dorm room.”

“Oh. I see.”

But she couldn’t help but stare. Just… How? None of this made sense.

Whatever. “I’m free after classes tomorrow.” she finished.

“Good as anything. See you then, please do knock.”

“Will do.” she replied with a smile, finally taking a shower herself.

For not a moment, until they laid down on clean sheets that evening, had they considered the implications of their lust, and…

“Wait.” Yang started.

Silently, the others listened in.

“We did fill each other, did we not?”

With that, mild panic set in.

They weren’t ready for children.

“Yeahhhhh…” Yang then added, after letting that sink in for a while.

Blake then sat up and went for the papers that had come with the device, and started looking through them in detail.

Eventually, she came across something interesting. A recipe, and minute details.

This time, the recipe was complete, and blue in color. However, Blake just kept pondering it as she read it through, as well as the other papers she had gathered.

“Anything?” Yang asked.

“Not much, to be honest… Though the recipe I’ve got here…” Blake said as she pulled out the paper holding said recipe to underline her point “...is called an activator. Not sure what it does.”

“Activator?” Weiss quizzed, after trying to figure out…

Wait.

Then she sat herself up. “What does it activate?”

Blake, meanwhile, held up a finger as she read it through.

Once she got far enough, her expression lightened a bit… until it faded completely as she compared it to something else she read on the instructions for the black crystals.

And then she put the papers down on the table, and pushed them away.

“They’re infertile.”

“Wha-…” Weiss started, before the realization hit her, as well as Ruby and Yang, a massive sigh of relief promptly following.

With that, Blake went back to bed.

The relief wasn’t just that they wouldn’t bear children, but that they could fill each other without even a hint of worry. Or, in other words, they didn’t have to hold the inferno back… not like it was possible to do that to begin with.

That night’s sleep ended up being quite peaceful.

The following day, the pairs split up in town; Blake for books, Yang for more toys, Weiss to a furniture store, and Ruby, after briefly tagging along with Weiss, headed back over to Beacon to talk to the dorm manager there for a bit, in regards to their beds and swapping them out for doubles. Didn’t take long, either.

Once that was done, she headed back to their dorm, where Yang was on her scroll, in her bunk, playing a game.

Not much else to do while the two waited on their lovers to return, so Ruby went to do much the same.

But the games just weren’t managing to keep them.

Ideas just kept creeping into their minds, and so did their lovers.

Ideas that soon elicited bodily responses. Erections, exposed crotches, rubbing, hints of jerking…

The slowness of it felt like nothing short of a cushy zen to them.

But again, their minds wandered.

...this time, to one another.

And eventually, it was too much of a nag for Yang to hold down.

“Ruby?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you thinking the same thing I am?”

For a moment, she paused, to try to figure out what she could possibly mean by that, before making a sarcastic guess; “Is it something about defiling your own family?”

“As much as I’d like to answer something else… yes. That.”

Ruby could not help but blush.

Such utterly vile, depraved concepts…

This wasn’t right.

And she didn’t want to be right.

She could also feel the embers. As could Yang.

And then she looked to Yang.

“Are you serious?”

“Fully.”

“What about… them?”

And then Yang stayed silent for a bit as she pondered.

She put the scenario in her head of Weiss and Blake together. As did Ruby.

Seeing them going at each other, violating their unspoken promises to their lovers… cheating…

This really wasn’t right.

Yet, despite all that, they closed their eyes.

The embers were getting hotter.

Their masturbation had gone from slow massages, to almost full force.

The very concept of it all…

And then Yang let out a moan, snapping them both out of it.

“Mine or yours?” she then quizzed.

“Your proposal, your bed.”

And so, Ruby clambered to her sister’s bed.

The inferno kept growing.

It was unstoppable.

Ruby, while she was down off her bunk, threw her bottoms off, and climbed up into Yang’s, before throwing her tops off as well.

Right after, she grabbed Yang’s length, and aimed it at her own folds…

...and thrust it in.

For a moment, she sat there, pondering what she had just done. So did Yang as she lay there below her, her own length throbbing in her sister’s hole…

And then Ruby began thrusting. Slowly.

But not for long in the face of the intensifying inferno.

Soon enough, any and all care had been lost to the winds of the inferno and pleasure.

That inferno was likewise consuming Yang, who soon had her hands on Ruby’s hips, first just laying them there, then weak pushes, and then full power.

Once Ruby reached for her length, however, Yang had the quick foresight to get rid of her tops, for she knew there would be a mess.

Ashamed as she would be to admit it to anyone but herself and her team… she had just discovered that her sister’s cunt felt utterly amazing.

And she was going to treasure every second she got. Just like Ruby.

It didn’t take them both long to be moaning loudly as they went at each other.

The mere concept… the defilement… the embarrassment… getting caught…

It fanned the inferno.

It egged them on.

They just hoped-

And then they heard a key in the lock.

For but a moment, they held their breath as Yang tossed a blanket over them both… but Ruby didn’t stop. She just kept thrusting.

Getting caught and continuing?

Weiss could hear the noise, but didn’t yet notice.

Once she closed the door, she looked towards the bunks, with a question for the two;

“So, what has you two e-…”

And then she realized what was happening.

That was Ruby.

Cheating on her.

...with her own sister.

As big as the shock was, and the heartbreak, and the… everything…

No. This really wasn’t right.

One headshake later, and… nope.

Not much later, they both let go of their held breaths, their moaning confirming Weiss’ worst fears right then and there.

She reached a hand for the doorknob. She wanted…

…

...To not lie to herself.

Her hand had only ever managed to reach halfway for the handle, before she utterly caved.

The embers were calling out to her.

For a moment, she looked at the bag of toys that Yang had brought back home…

...and slowly, but surely, took a look inside.

Not much later, she had a dildo, sleeve, and condom in hand.

Mere seconds later, her skirt and panties were gone, and the toys unpacked.

As she watched them go at it, as she listened…

...she impaled her front with the dildo, and the sleeve with her length. Without holding back.

She needed something… Someone…

Blake.

Who herself came home a few minutes later, books in hand in a bag.

Again, they all silenced themselves when they heard the key. Blake could hear something, but as she closed the door…

Sex?

Wait.

She looked around the room.

First, she spotted Weiss, in a chair, holding her breath as she hammered the toys into, and onto, herself with as much vigor as she could muster.

Which left…

She then looked to Yang’s bunk.

Black and red hair above, golden locks of hair below…

Her eyes shot open, and her ears shot up.

No.

This cannot be. It isn’t right. It can’t be…

...and it left her paralyzed. Heartbroken. It had been one day…

…

...one day.

Had been all it took to do this. To ruin two relationships…

But she could do nothing but just stand there. Paralyzed. Staring.

And listening as they just kept going without shame, nor care.

Not even a hint of caution. None.

This had to be a nightmare. A really weird, really elaborate nightmare.

And so she shut her eyes, and tried.

Tried to get out… tried.

In truth, she hadn’t even managed to start trying to escape.

It ate her up, seeing, hearing, this unfold.

Disgusting as this all was…

...with family, no less…

...it fanned the embers.

And led her hand to slide, slowly, into her pants, as she listened.

Took it in. The act. The embers…

Not much later, her fingers were inside her front hole, working away.

This was so, so wrong.

...and she did not want to be right.

Her other hand soon shimmied her pants to her knees, and went for her hardening length.

And then they all, again, released their held breaths.

The moans that followed caused the fire in Blake to explode.

There wasn’t a question left in her mind now.

This was the best thing to happen today. No, this week. Month? Year?… Ever.

Soon enough, she opened her eyes, her hands rather quickly speeding up.

She needed something… Someone…

“Blake?” Weiss quizzed, still hammering at the toys she was holding.

She looked over to Weiss.

...to see nothing but pure lust gaze back.

Weiss needed her.

She needed Weiss.

Soon enough, Weiss saw Blake’s expression start to change.

Eventually, pure lust stared back at Weiss.

Blake, at that point, glanced away. Towards Weiss’ bunk… and walked over.

Promptly followed by Weiss, who, for a moment, held the toys in and on as she threw away the rest of her clothes, much like Blake was doing, before she threw herself onto the bed, and Weiss on top.

Didn’t take Weiss much longer than it had Ruby to mount herself on Blake’s length, and thrust away.

Which only further fanned the inferno for the sisters in Yang’s bunk.

Cheating and being cheated on?

Your own lover cheating on your sister’s? Your sister and you cheating on them both yourselves?

It was wrong. But that was no longer relevant. They didn’t care for that anymore. And even if they did, they didn’t want to be right.

They wanted the heavenly fires of the inferno to consume them whole, and nothing else.

Not much later, Yang hit her climax, shortly followed by Ruby as she felt that heavenly seed enter her. Seed that could not bear children… seed that was free of consequences. Free of limits. Free of guilt.

And in order to help her sister, she squeezed down like nothing else, and kept thrusting. So did Yang with her hands, and the contortions on her face from that orgasm… that look…

More.

They needed more.

So much more. This wasn’t over.

And so Ruby, once her sister’s orgasm died down, pushed herself off Yang’s length, to then thrust her own into Yang, who had raised her legs.

With them held over her shoulders, Ruby started thrusting away. And her sister squeezed from the very start… and it felt amazing.

Not much later, the other pair had their first orgasm, and, just like the sisters, they were not done.

Some time later, the sisters hit their second climax each.

Once they died down, the inferno that had consumed them started to cool. Slowly, but still.

Ruby just pulled out, and crawled over to lay down onto Yang, for a hug.

Who couldn’t help but smile, and kiss Ruby’s cheek, and speak a few seconds later;

“You know, Ruby…”

“Hmm?”

“You’re the best sister I could ask for.”

“You too…~”

Despite their heaving and the fading embers of this inferno… the other was as bright as it could be.

The best sister.

The most lovely sister.

...the most lovely.

“...Yang?”

“Yeah?”

Following a bit of silence, she looked to Ruby, who looked into Yang’s eyes, but not with lust.

Rather, it was the desire of love.

...and that was all the fanning that they needed.

“Are you sure?” Yang quizzed.

Ruby nodded.

...and for a moment, pondered, as their breaths again intensified.

...before Ruby outright broke, and placed a kiss on Yang’s lips.

For a moment, Yang just stared back at her… before she, too, broke.

A kiss shortly followed. And then another. And then another.

And within seconds, they were lost to the inferno of love. Again.

The sounds of pleasure from Weiss’ bunk had exactly no effect on them. The inferno burned, and brighter with each passing second.

The other pair, after their second orgasms, ended up doing much the same thing.

For an hour, their hearts were ablaze. Again.

Once Weiss finally separated from Blake’s own lips, yet again panting, she had but one thing to say.

“...I love you, Blake. You, and Ruby… and Yang.”

The wonder that came over Blake was undeniable.

As was that of the sisters.

And for another five minutes, they again let the inferno consume them.

This time, the inferno might not even be able to subside.

Yet, they managed to separate, five minutes given.

...and consider what had unfolded.

The sisters had both covered themselves in eachothers’ seed.

Weiss had taken plenty of Blake’s, and Blake’s chest had taken some of her own as well.

For a moment, after they finally stood, they thought, as they looked over to the sisters… and then down to their chests.

Before Weiss walked over to Yang, staring at the delicious seed on her chest for a bit...

...before leaning down to lap it off Yang’s chest, causing the blonde to moan.

...and it was delicious.

Didn’t take Blake long to head for Ruby to do much the same.

...and for the embers of lust, in all of them, to light anew.

A few minutes later, and not only were they clean, but they had also swallowed a load each in the process of cleaning each others’ lengths… and to deal with their infernos.

Not much later, they had cleaned up everything else, and went to their studies.

A little while later, they heard a knock on the door.

“Who’s there?” Ruby peeped up.

“Pyrrha.”

Causing Ruby to then stand up and unlock the door, and open it.

Once Pyrrha was inside, Ruby closed the door, and folded her arms.

“So. You wanted to know know it happened?”

“I do… What is that?” she replied, her cursory look over the room soon drawing her eyes to the atomizer.

“The thing that caused it.”

Causing Pyrrha to go silent.

...that? That caused them to get dicks? Really?

“We’re out of that, though.” Weiss chimed in. “But we do have something else that’s helped those team building exercises a bunch, and that’s what’s currently loaded.”

Pyrrha just tilted her head. How could an atomizer help with them?

“It was sold to us as relaxant, and, well…” Blake chimed.

“I suppose it can’t be that bad?”

Causing internal shock in them all as she eyed the device.

Surely, the thing loaded must help focus or something, right?

“You know… Let’s begin with the story.” Ruby diverted.

“Yeah. You’re right.” Pyrrha replied. “Let’s begin with that.”

And so, Ruby took a lungful, and sighed it back out.

“A couple days ago, we decided to explore the fairgrounds a bit, and found a stall occupied by this guy that I think was Vacuan? This atomizer was in that stall, and he sold us it and everything he had related to it for five hundred lien.”

“That’s a bit…”

“Until you count the mountain of stuff he included with it.”

“What was it?” Pyrrha returned, looking towards Ruby.

Who just raised her two hands up to count stuff on her fingers; “Recipes, canisters, material, instructions, manuals, blueprints, schematics, diagrams, mixtures, manuals for those, tools…”

With each item listed off, the knock on the price tag just dropped, until Pyrrha couldn’t help but to think that all of that and the atomizer itself for five hundred wasn’t actually that bad.

“But what about the… you know…”

“Gimme a sec.”

Ruby then went into their wardrobe for the collection of folders and papers, and soon picked out the instructions for the black crystals and handed them to her, which she then read over, and came to much the same conclusion as Team RWBY did; It was sparse, and barely even usable. Besides, of course, the preparation.

“Note the word inactive in that.” Blake added, causing Pyrrha to look for it, and then ask about it when she found it again;

“What about it?”

“There’s a recipe in that folder for an activator.”

Which Ruby then dug out for Pyrrha to read.

This time, however, it was complete, with all the relevant details in place.

After reading that through, she understood what the word in the other recipe referred to; Fertility. Or, in this case, the lack thereof.

“Weren’t these for medicine?” Pyrrha asked.

“The guy called it folk medicine back at the stall.” Ruby answered.

“Hmm.”

“Oh, by the way, we have a recipe for what’s in there.”

Promptly handed to Pyrrha for a read over.

Relaxant, ingredients, details…

“Red triangle warning, by the way.” Weiss then warned. “If you’re not prepared, it will kick you off your feet.”

“She’s not joking.” Blake added.

“Really?” Pyrrha wondered… It couldn’t be that bad-

“Ruby almost fell over. Ruby.” Weiss clarified.

Oh. Okay, yeah, she’d probably keel over herself.

And yet; “I’m still curious about it. What is it besides a relaxant?”

Again, shock in them all.

However, Ruby answered, dry as she could; “A one way ticket that I’m going to promise you you’ll probably regret.”

“You said team building?”

“As a modestly covert joke.” Weiss chimed in.

“If it’s so bad, why do you use it?”

“There’s a reason we’re telling you not to, whether that’ll dissuade you or not.”

“How long do the effects last?”

Causing some glances among them… knowing ones. But Weiss still replied.

“An hour, ish.”

“That does not sound one way to me.”

“Look, if you try it, you’ll discover exactly why that is. Again, I am imploring you to not try it.”

“I’m willing to risk an hour if you’re willing to trip sit.”

“...About that.”

“Huh?”

“You’ll be coming back, trust you me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Beyond positively.”

“Rehab?”

“That won’t rewire your brain back to what it is now.”

“But you’re-”

“I’m serious.”

Again, Pyrrha was deep in thought.

Not for long, though, before she had a question for Weiss;

“Do you regret what you did?”

“Not one bit.”

“Then where’s the bad?”

“The fact you’ll be coming back for more. Often.”

Hmmm…

Wait.

“You do have the recipe to make more, and the ingredients are cheap…”

“The best word I can find for it is an addiction, but that’s not really it, as you can probably tell.”

“I’m sure it can be broken?”

“In no single world would you ever want it to be. Do it once, and you’re not going back.”

“Why not?… I mean, you have no regrets, and it’s not a full addiction…”

Weiss just looked up. “I know how this looks, that it’s nonsensical I would be trying to talk you out of trying it when all it seems to be is beneficial, but yet I am imploring you to stay away from it. Don’t you think there’s a reason for that? Especially seeing as I’ve been through that several times and am speaking from experience.”

“...Lower dose, then?”

“Whether you light a forest with a matchstick or a flamethrower doesn’t matter. You will still end up burning down the entire forest.”

Wait. How did that work?

“For that hour, it will consume you, and you will be unable to do anything that isn’t its bidding, and I’m afraid that, if we stopped you and held you down, that you’d ruin your mind, literally.”

“Huh.”

“So. What are you going to do?”

Pyrrha just looked at the atomizer.

“Last warning, by the way. Just know that I won’t stand up to stop you, since this will be your mistake to make.”

Mistake…

Couldn’t be that big, right?

And so, she went up to it, sat down, took the mask in hand… and then looked up to Weiss as she realized she hadn’t even asked how to use it.

“Mask on, inhale, hold, mask off, exhale. You will not make it further than hold before it hits you.”

All the while, Blake made sure to reach for the doorlock and turn it.

Wait, why lock the door?

“And in the grips of that stuff, you don’t want anyone barging in at all.” Weiss clarified.

“Will it get that bad?”

“Worse.”

Hmm.

“I can trust you to sit me, right?”

“We’ll have to, so yes.”

At that, Pyrrha nodded, and, counter to all of Weiss’ warnings and talk, brought the mask to her face, inhaled, and held-

“And she’s done.” Blake commented.

“...I regret nothing.” Pyrrha replied as she finally pulled the mask down and exhaled.

“Yet.” Weiss added.

“I… I don’t see why I would.”

“Give it about ten minutes.”

For a bit, they kept going with their studies before closing their books and putting them aside to join Pyrrha.

Within the first five, she was obviously struggling with heat.

Only seconds later, she could no longer bear the heat, and had to ask a question;

“You don’t mind if I… take off a few things?”

“That heat is only the start.”

“It gets worse?”

“Again, this is only the start.”

Try as she might, she tried keeping stuff on… but eventually just had to take it off. Beginning with her gloves, sash and boots. Sweet relief… that lasted all of a few more seconds.

“Do you mind if I…?” Pyrrha then asked, pointing at her armored top.

“You’re going to have to.”

Again, she held on, for but only a few seconds more… before she frantically reached to unlock the clasps that held it on in desperation to get any relief from the heat… Oh, and her circlet, just in case.

The panties she wore lasted not even a minute longer.

But at this point, she didn’t care. She had to cool herself down somehow… any which way she could. Even if that meant being nude in front of Team RWBY. She just could not at all take it.

And then the feeling, and a brief release of her control over her hand, before she sent it right back to the bed, doubling down her absolute hardest in order to try to hold the inferno back…

“And that’s ten minutes.” Blake announced.

Pyrrha just trembled where she sat, eyes held shut tight…

Please, just survive…

Please.

For all of two minutes, she held… until an admission came.

“I… I… I can’t… I must… I’m sorry…”

And then she broke fully, her hands diving for her crotch as her moans soon filled the air.

How could she fail so spectacularly?

How could she ever masturbate in front of Team RWBY?

And yet, here she was, doing just that.

This was horrible… indecent… embarrassing…

“P-Please… Tell no one…”

“Don’t need to tell us that twice.” Weiss returned.

Try as she might, she was not only unable to not masturbate in front of them… but she was also unable to hold back.

She was unable to do anything but fan the flames.

While for a bit, she had restraint on her face, as much restraint as she could have…

...the inferno eventually, much like it had the other four in the room, engulfed her.

At this point, there was no turning back.

No holding back the inferno.

No holding back on her masturbation.

And as she sank further into the inferno, the more she embraced it.

...until she broke completely.

At this point, her face showed nothing but that same unending lust that Team RWBY had become so familiar with.

And as she did so, a familiar plea came out;

“More.”

To which Blake fetched toys, unpacked them, and handed them to Pyrrha.

Who wasted no time at all with them, railing her holes with them as quickly as she could.

The fiery heat was heavenly… and she needed more.

More pleasure. More heat. Just more.

Soon enough, the idea of Team RWBY’s lengths came to her.

...and the idea of them having their way with her every hole.

And with that came another plea;

“H-...Help… However you can… I need… more…”

“So you’re asking your trip sitters to trip with you?”

“Yes! Please, yes!”

With a few glances between them, they themselves went for the atomizer, and started stripping.

Unlike Pyrrha, they were used enough to the aphrodisiac that they could follow the instructions without pause.

...and quickly found out that they could speed up the process vastly by fanning the fires from the very start.

Within minutes, Pyrrha was on Weiss where she was in her bunk, Yang in her rear, and Blake in her mouth. Ruby, meanwhile, watched and helped herself, length aimed at Pyrrha.

This was paradise.

Despite the gangfuck on her, despite having the hots for Jaune…

...this was paradise.

A paradise that she did not want to stop. Ever, if it could be helped.

And then an orgasm. Her first? Who knows. She did not care. It fanned the inferno even further.

And that was good.

And for almost an hour more, through many orgasms and holes so full they were leaking like fountains, it kept going. Until her body threatened to give out.

One more round… and she was out. Done. Her inferno was cooling down.

That of Team RWBY wasn’t yet, however.

And so they kept going, at each other. Yang and Weiss, and Ruby and Blake. Across the two bottom bunks.

Pyrrha, meanwhile, had her tongue hanging out as she panted and lay there on the floor.

The noises of sex around her were only helping fan the inferno.

Maybe… Maybe one more…

And with that, she went for the toys that she had dropped, and again helped herself, to yet another orgasm.

...and then another.

And then a final third with all of her remaining might and stamina as the inferno in the other four started to slowly die down.

...only to devolve into loving kisses.

For a few seconds, to Pyrrha, nothing was amiss.

...until she realized the pairings.

“A-… Ah… Are you…?”

“Mm-mm.” Weiss replied negatively as she let that inferno of love devour her.

But… Wasn’t Weiss Ruby’s girlfriend?…

...and there go the embers.

And a mind wander back to Jaune.

...all the things they could do, if only…

And again, she reached for a toy… before placing it back down and getting on her knees for a better position.

And then another orgasm followed.

What had she become?

What were these thoughts?

How utterly despicable would she be considered if she honestly told anyone the entire story?

She’d be as good as dead, socially…

No wonder Weiss didn’t get to the point.

This was heaven. Weiss had warned her, and she hadn’t listened.

This had been her mistake.

And not for a second did she hold regret for it… but she understood why she was warned.

This was mind altering, as well as life altering.

Maybe, for some things, it was better to not know what lay on the other side, despite her total lack of regrets.

Anyway…

“What do you think?” Weiss then quizzed Pyrrha.

For a moment, she thought, still panting from it all.

And then an answer; “Heavenly. All of it. You, your dicks, your harshness, this, the… aphrodisiac…”

“Any regrets?” Weiss continued.

“Not one. But you were right to warn me.” She then looked at the atomizer. “I don’t want this to stop… but I probably won’t be able to train tomorrow. That changes nothing about the regrets, however.”

At which Weiss just smiled. “And that’s why we don’t double dip on rounds. This will wear you out like nothing else… and mandate laundry… and a hefty shower.”

“And cleanup.” Yang added, giving Weiss a brief kiss.

About that cleanup…

“Want help?” Weiss then asked Pyrrha.

Who just smiled. “I’d be lying if I said no.”

What promptly followed was a hefty lapping up of Pyrrha, as well as cleanup of her crotch and her still overflowing holes.

A few orgasms down, and she was good to dress up, and so were they, to head for showers. Preferably more private ones this time, what with, you know… those.

And so that’s what they did.

This time, however, Pyrrha was told to look in a mirror, and…

“Oh, I’m blushing…”

“What do you think causes that?” Yang quizzed.

“Probably the aphrodisiac.” she replied, with a smile towards Yang, who also had a blush on her cheeks.

Right after that, they all went to take a good, long, cool shower.

However, while under the water, Pyrrha had one more question;

“Weiss.”

“Yeah?”

“Isn’t Ruby your girlfriend?”

“She is.”

“Why were you kissing Yang, then?”

“Because she’s my girlfriend.”

“But isn’t Ruby?”

“She is.”

“So Yang isn’t…?”

“Yang is.”

And then Pyrrha just tilted her head… before she put quite a literal two and two together.

“...You’re all each others’ girlfriends, am I understanding this right?”

Weiss couldn’t help but put on an impish smile. “Correct.”

And to underline that, she pulled Blake in for a kiss. Ditto for Ruby and Yang.

...leaving Pyrrha with another question.

“Ruby? Yang?”

“Need us to prove it?” Yang returned.

“Wait, so you… Oh…” was all she managed to get out before Ruby pressed her sister against the wall and repeated what had happened in the bedroom earlier between herself and Blake… ditto repeated for Weiss and Blake right afterwards.

...but they were family.

Again, she felt the embers.

Curses. No. Later.

And then she went back to showering, the image now stuck in her head.

How…?

“Can I ask?”

“The sisters.” Blake answered.

“What did they do?”

“It. And waited for us to walk in.”

“Oh?… O-Oh.. I see…”

Please, not now.

...probably for the best to keep quiet, lest she lose herself further.

Which was what kept the rest of their shower time uneventful.

Perhaps understandably, though, Pyrrha did decide to help with the laundry she so deliciously helped mess up…

No. Shush.

After that, dinner. With quite some heat, and a mild blush still remaining from the aphrodisiac.

This time, Jaune was the one to ask;

“Pyrrha. Why are you blushing?”

“Stuff. Don’t worry.” she replied, with a dismissive wave.

With one glance over to Team RWBY, Yang simply answered with “Same.”

At which Jaune just left it at that.

Nora, while curious, just shrugged her shoulders.

Ren, while curious, also left it at that, and decided to just keep a close ear on their chatter from now on.

As she ate, Pyrrha’s mind was drawn to something else as she chewed on a mouthful… some other mouthfuls…

...this didn’t stop, did it.

Her tongue felt cozy with the fill, though…

Probably not. Maybe she should excuse herself to a bathroom after this plate.

And so she did, for a little bit. Team RWBY had a clue why, which was confirmed when she came back looking plenty less distracted than prior.

Yeah, this was definitely life altering. If she wasn’t careful, she might just end up losing herself somewhere less favorable… that is, if she couldn’t simply practice whatever this was to help her endure all this.

The rest of dinner went without event, as well as the day, besides studies and a message from Pyrrha about meeting up the next day.

While she didn’t have a key, and didn’t want to have one for fear of any of her teammates taking it and opening Team RWBY’s dorm room, they did have an idea with something Yang had recently seen at a hardware store.

That being a ten digit, two by five, number pad that was inserted into a keyhole, with mechanical points on the “key” that the pad actuated, itself turned away from the person, and meant to be used blind. That way, people couldn’t, and thus wouldn’t, skim the code, and so Pyrrha could have her own.

And so, the following day, that lock was bought, and promptly installed on Team RWBY’s dorm room door.

Not to mention that if a pad got lost, it wasn’t an issue, since others didn’t know the code.

And with five of them, one for each of themselves and one for Pyrrha, they were set.

Once that was all said and done, they shared glances, and then Pyrrha locked the door herself, and darted her eyes towards the atomizer.

Of course Team RWBY were up for it.

Didn’t have to tell them even once to start stripping. Not Pyrrha either.

And so, minutes later, they were again consumed by the fires of lust, and yet more gangfucking happened.

Her hymen to a toy, and her virginity to Weiss, and absolutely no regrets.

However, this time, as things cooled?

Pyrrha felt the second inferno, among the four girls.

Love, for Team RWBY. From the depths of her heart.

And her panting was obvious to those around her.

...one kiss stolen, two, four… and that’s all it took to cave her in, beginning first with Ruby.

It felt heavenly. Just like the fires of lust, her racing heart just sank her into the kissing.

...for fifteen whole minutes.

And then it was Weiss. For another fifteen.

Following that was Blake, and then Yang. Fifteen each.

And her heart was still racing as she looked the faces of Team RWBY over, all beaming back their own smiles. A similar love, it looked like.

But Pyrrha had stuff to say.

“If I wasn’t concerned for Jaune… You know…”

“It’s fine.” Weiss returned. “Got to make sure somehow that he gets all that he deserves, don’t you?”

“Considering what you think of him, I bet you’re telling me to throw him out a window.” Pyrrha replied, jokingly.

Which almost instantaneously caused the entire team on top of her to erupt in laughter.

Once she collected herself from that flawless return, Weiss again continued. “No, no, I’m not telling you to throw him out a window, I’m telling you, the person who has a thing for him, to make sure that you do your best. Just know that I support you two fully, and I think the rest of us?” And then she glanced to her teammates, who all nodded.

Pyrrha couldn’t help but smile, both at the reactions and the encouragement.

Shortly following that was another round of pecks before they got up.

As they cleaned up this time, the discussion among them came to the renovations;

“So, I ordered two king size beds a bit back for us when we were still two couples… and now that we’re one polycule, I was thinking, how do we do this? Do we get a custom mattress? Do we fit sheets? Individual blankets? What about our pillows?” Weiss mused.

Blake’s sole reply was just wide eyes and a sigh.

“Tally stuff up, preferences and whatnot maybe?” Yang added. “By the way, I’m fine with being a bookend.”

“A bookend?!” Weiss returned, both amused at the joke and unamused at what she was just implicitly called. Even then; “What’s that even supposed to mean!?”

“That you’re flat?” Blake teased, only to get back an even less amused glare. But she couldn’t stay mad at Blake. Instead;

“I have a chest and thank you. And I bet it looks great with you all over me.”

“As if Blake didn’t just read you like one.” Yang also teased.

“Hey- what!? What do you-”

“I call myself a bookend, and you take two insults, and I saw all of it coming. As did Blake.”

Leaving her mouth agape for a bit before she just huffed in annoyance… before turning to Ruby.

“What are you looking at me for? Is it because you need avalanche defense on the other side of the bed?”

“Ruby! Aaaaah!” was all she let out, her teammates just smiling like nothing else under the sun as Weiss practically overloaded… and then turned to Ruby again. “C’mere you dolt, you.”

With a grab and pull, they were kissing. For all of about fifteen seconds before Weiss let go, Ruby just too paralyzed to even wrap arms around her lover.

“What about us?” Yang chimed, still that same impish smile on her as when this all began.

“Gimme a sec… Just…”

And a few things out of the way later, she straight up jumped up onto Yang for a kiss, again for fifteen seconds. “I love you like nothing else besides the others, but I still hate you all.”

“Even me?” Blake added… before promptly getting stolen for a kiss, all the while Weiss still held onto Yang.

“Yes, even you.”

“And yet you kiss me.”

“Because I still love you.”

“Yep. I know. But you also hate me.”

“Urgh. You. Can I please just get back to cleaning up?”

“I’m not stopping you.”

And neither was Yang.

So she just let go, and got back to what she was doing… for a bit before she answered the earlier question. “I’m fine with a middle spot.”

“Same here.” Blake added.

“Team order, maybe?” Yang suggested.

“I’m down.”

“Ditto.” Weiss added.

“Sounds good to me.” Ruby finished.

“What about blankets? Raised hands for individual?” Yang continued.

Four raised hands.

“Any special pillows? Raise hands if yes.”

Nope. Though a finger from Weiss.

“Yes, Weiss?”

“I might get some later, but don’t currently have any.”

“Later worry, I suppose?”

“Yup.”

“Alright… Mattresses? Just join, or single?”

Some thoughts around the room, until Weiss chimed in; “I’ll pay for a single. Bedsheets too.”

And then that was four raised hands.

“Better than a lot of partners I’ve seen, that’s for sure.” Pyrrha mused out loud.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” Weiss happily answered… before making a few phone calls to get the mattress and a generous volume of bedsheets made.

“Size?… Two by four… Yes, larger than king… Beacon, deliver to Weiss Schnee… Yeah… Sure… Yes please… Okay, thank you, bye.”

And with that, she closed that call, and placed another. Bedsheets this time, over with just as quick.

Next up was the Beacon dorms management. Beds were arriving today, so the mattresses and bedsheets would be just on time.

Which meant that next up was laundry, and then disassembling the bunks, and figuring out their new arrangements.

As it turns out, above-head nightstands would probably work wonders, that is, ones that could be pressed to pop them up.

Didn’t take long to find four of those vertical drawer nightstands either, approximately a meter in width each, and even in the same depth as the old bookshelf by the window. Perfect for their bed.

As for said bookshelf, that moved to the foot of their bed, and probably would be extended later to accommodate more books and stuff on top of it. That is, if it turned out fine for the bookend and avalanche defense to be climbed over in the morning. Still not a final decision of course, but it’d at least work until they had better plans.

Suffice to say, their day was plenty busy, and they likewise were quite thankful for the energy the cold showers gave them. Any less and there would’ve been trouble.

But, by the end of the day, they had the two beds together, their nightstands set up, and their mattress, bedsheets, pillows and blankets all done and on the bed.

...and then an idea came to Ruby, as she looked towards her nightwear.

“Thinking of skipping them?” Weiss asked.

“Mmmm… Maybe?”

At which Weiss just smiled. “If we lock the door, we could…”

“Hmmm… Or do we just leave it open?”

“And risk discovery? What about the atomizer?”

“Oh… Oh yeah, you’re right… Yeah, you know what.”

And then she went over to lock the door before starting to toss her clothes off.

Screw it, nude sleep from here on out it was.

For all of them, it turned out.

...maybe, this would make those embers inextinguishable.

At least they all woke up with hints of it keeping them warm.

Nothing that stopped them, though. And soon enough, they were dressed, and headed to the cafeteria.

Again, Pyrrha greeted them as they entered.

“How’s the new bed?”

“Pretty good actually.” Yang returned. “Very comfy.”

The others just nodded in agreement.

For a moment, Jaune ate… before his brain seemed to misfire, causing him to pause.

...and then resume shortly, and swallow before looking to Pyrrha. “New bed? Did one of them break?”

“Nope. They swapped out the bunks.”

“For… one bed?” His confusion just increased.

“It’s almost the total width of their four old ones.”

“But why one bed? They had bunks… I suppose it’s efficient?”

“And perfect for them.”

“Perfect how?”

“They’re together.”

“Yes, I know they’re on the same team-”

“No, she meant together.” Yang clarified as she sat down.

“Wait. What do you mean together-”

To underline that, Yang placed a kiss on Blake’s lips.

“...Oh. But that’s you-”

And then Blake to Weiss.

“But-”

And then Weiss to Ruby.

Suffice to say, Jaune’s brain had just crashed… only to reboot a bit later, with a question ready to be asked;

“So you’re all… in one relationship?”

“Yup.” Yang confirmed.

“...Huh. How old is this?”

“Two days.”

“Well congrats I suppose.”

Suffice to say, he had no idea how to feel about any of that… so just started to dig into his meal.

Nora, while not wanting to guess that… was completely blank by the time the last two kissed.

Ren, meanwhile, just quietly watched all of that unfold as he ate.

No blushes on them now, either.

Besides that, breakfast was uneventful, besides a few, occasional displays of affection between Team RWBY, understandably. Especially to Pyrrha… whose fire of love hadn’t fully faded, either. It had been lit, and would stay lit, it looked like.

More than that was that she could see it among Team RWBY, and that it was as bright as ever. An inferno that held their hearts, and they wouldn’t change any of that for the world.

Nor would they a proper first time desecration of their brand new bed, with Pyrrha in on the action. Didn’t even have to knock this time, just enter, “key” and code given. And so she did.

Took them no time at all to clear the bed of blankets, and then begin.

First order of business? Masturbation. All five of them, until each came.

Next up, Pyrrha was placed in the center laying down, with Weiss in her front, Blake in her mouth, and the sisters in her two hands.

And then double penetration, twice.

And then toys for the lovers, and more masturbation for Pyrrha, to spill the excess into the sheets.

After that, Pyrrha was coated aplenty, before they repeated the cycle, with Pyrrha laying her front down and into the bed for the fourth part of each, to ensure her coating rubbed in.

By the end of that, their bed, suffice to say, was as coated as it could possibly be made with what they could put out.

That is to say, practically soaked in the results.

And what did all of that defiling of their bed do?

Fanned the inferno, but of course. And it did wonders.

Ditto for making a mess of Pyrrha… and then rolling around in it themselves, leaving all of them with a thin film of seed and femcum.

And for a bit, they all appreciated the work they had done. Just sat there, slowly masturbating to it all.

...which eventually became another round.

And even further defiling.

...there needed to be more. Much more. They all knew it.

But that was for later. For now there was cleanup and showers. And laundry. Less, thankfully, due to having thrown the blankets off, but still plenty. The sheet was big, after all.

For a bit, though, in the shower, they let their minds wander to what they’d seen in the sex toy stores.

Collars. Whips. Gags. Blindfolds, clamps, rope, bars, cuffs, chains…

“Hey Pyrrha?” Blake asked.

“Yeah?”

“Up for hitting the town afterwards?”

“Sure. Anything special?”

“Browsing through some stores for stuff to help the heat.”

Her immediate reaction was a smile. “Absolutely. Just one visit to my dorm and I’ll have my wallet.”

To which Blake herself smiled. “You got plans too?”

“You never know what you’ll find.”

“The question is how you’ll hide it.”

“I’ll figure something out.”

“Not stopping, are you?”

“Not the heat. Never.”

On that, they could all agree.

Given some time to clean up and towel off, they eventually dressed and got ready for a trip downtown, and pretty much a beeline for whatever red lights they could find. Also for the scenery.

Not much later, they had found the kind of store they were looking for, and came in practically beaming confidence and smiles all around.

The very first thing Pyrrha did?

Ask the lady behind the counter for covert options.

Soon, she was led to a section with just that.

One of the very first things that caught Pyrrha’s interest were rings, ranging from passive ones with shapely, innocent jewelry, to ones laden with special small cuts of electricity dust, and last but not least ones that could vibrate. All of them looked entirely innocent to boot. Not a thing off about them anywhere.

For the shock and vibration, she could try them on to see what they could do.

First up was vibration. Turning it on was a simple 90 degree rotation switch hidden under the asscher cut diamond on it. Why this cut was chosen was so that no onlooker could ever tell whether it was on or off, and that they had to either ask, or feel it vibrating against their skin.

And suffice to say, Pyrrha was absolutely enamored. Just wearing it while on was good fuel for the embers of lust inside her…

And the lady noticed the blush.

Didn’t take long after that for Pyrrha to turn it off, take it off her finger, and put it back into the set box.

Next was shock. But before she touched them, the lady had one question;

“Are you sensitive?”

“Right now? A hint, yeah.”

“Then let’s try the plastic bands first. They’re touch shock.”

And so she put one on… and on a guess, pressed the the gem of the ring into her own side.

Immediately, she felt the tingle of shock. And boy did that add fuel to the fire.

She then pulled it away, and took it off. Enamored all over again.

And then the last one, a metal band ring. Its activation was identical to that of the vibration ring, though had a simpler, standard cut of dust, and likewise to the asscher cut in the other ring, this one also had four identical quadrants meant to make its activation invisible.

This time, however, just activating it shocked her. Once every quarter second, approximately.

While they were tiny, they added up super fast. She didn’t recoil or anything, but she felt it.

...and that she was closing in on an orgasm, and fast.

Causing her to turn off the ring with quite some speed, before taking it off and putting it back into the set box.

She was in love.

But she also had something that could barely wait.

“Do you have a bathroom around?”

“Right down that hall.” the lady added, pointing Pyrrha to them.

Considering how close she was, a hand over her mouth and only a minute of masturbation sent her eyes back into her head, and herself straight over the edge.

This was heaven.

And she was just sinking deeper, and deeper, and deeper…

...just owning those rings would be chaos incarnate.

What to wear for any given day would also be a difficult decision…

...Maybe she should randomize.

Regardless, these were perfect.

Once she had finished up and washed her hands, she came back outside, fetching the ring set box back from the lady who had kept it for her, and went to Team RWBY.

In the intent of surprise, she donned the touchshock, and snuck closer to Yang.

Just a tap…

“Anyway, we should proaaah… ha?” She then turned her head to see Pyrrha, with a ring on her finger. “Oh. Hey there. What was that?”

Again, she tapped, but this time held.

And then Yang could feel the shocks.

Considering the mild reactions Pyrrha saw out of her, these shocks, while still small, were spaced a little tighter; About five to six per second.

However, Yang’s reaction when she realized was immediate;

“Ooh… Ooooh… Okay, I need some of this too.”

And then Pyrrha withdrew her arm.

“What’s the deaahh… oh!” was all Blake managed with a poke before she simply placed a palm on the ring. “Ooh! Yes. Yes please.”

“What does it do?” Weiss asked as she watched.

Blake then retracted her arm. “Don’t you recognize that dust color?”

“Wait… Electricity?”

Blake gave one nod.

“How does it work?”

“You touch the gem to someone, and the ring does the rest.” Pyrrha added.

And with that, Weiss reached out to poke.

“Ah!…”

And then again, with more force this time, with the intent to hold her finger to it.

“This is nice… Oh, I wonder…”

She then reached out to poke Ruby’s neck, who was as is browsing through blindfolds, gags, and so.

Again, the reaction was immediate, with an initial moan, and then a grin as she leaned into Weiss’ finger a little. She could definitely get used to this…

And then Pyrrha let go of Weiss, and instead went for a hand of Ruby’s.

Weiss let out another moan as she felt it cross to her again. She had to have one… or several.

Ditto for Ruby.

Once they were all done in the BDSM section, they went to the coverts that Pyrrha was in and likewise picked out their own sets of inert, vibration, touch shock, and regular shock each.

So much dare potential… so much potential for covert exhibitionism…

Yeahhh…. Bathrooms.

Which is where they went after paying, with regular shock rings on.

Without even a touch, they shook as the pleasure ravaged them, and soon caused an orgasm for all of them.

...They needed to test this with the next dose. Not a question about it.

But they still needed more.

On that topic, Blake asked the lady a question;

“Do you do custom collars?”

“Yup, we do.”

At first, Pyrrha drew a question mark.

“I’d like four, fitted to me and my three girlfriends here.” she then added, motioning to the rest of her team.

Which drew a blush out of Pyrrha.

“How much are you planning on wearing them?” the lady asked.

“All the time.”

“Any extras?”

“As is?… Not really, but maybe you could option in something for a leash? Removable if at all possible.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do removable, but I could do it as a separate collar that’s otherwise identical?”

“Sounds fine to me.”

“Color?”

“Better to ask us that individually, I think. I’d like my emblem too, as an ornament. Think they would too.”

“Alright. Measurements please?”

“Not a clue.”

“Alright.” She then pulled out a fabric tape measure. “Come closer, please.”

And so she did, as well as shuffling away some hair to let her take her measurement.

Once she had that down; “Name?”

“Blake Belladonna.”

And then she wrote that down as well.

Within seconds, all four of them were done, with their options following over the next few minutes.

While they were mostly identical, they did differ; Each had their emblem, and each was sewn with their respective color and into black leather, though a vivid and bright purple sewing for Blake rather than black, just to make sure it could be seen properly.

Their non-leash collars carried nameplates, and would be engraved with their team name, though with all but one letter “filled in” for each, with the letter that was not filled in being the letter corresponding to the collar’s owner.

Likewise to the sewing, all the metal was to be electroplated, to make them even more different visually, coupled with an arrangement of four studs on each that carried the same colors on each collar, that being the team members’ respective colors. An indicator to their relationship, as it was worded.

Once that was all done and ordered, they got an estimation of completion; Tomorrow. They’d get scroll messages to boot.

Pyrrha, however, had already chosen a ring to wear for the remainder of the day; Vibration.

The first thing she thought to do with it when she was back and at the dinnertable?

Turn it on and poke Jaune with it.

And the reaction was instantaneous.

“Eeee… Tickles… Wait.”

He then recoiled and looked at Pyrrha’s finger.

“What’s wrong?” she quizzed, innocently.

“Was it vibrating?”

“Was it?”

He then touched the finger, and… nope.

“Huh. That was weird.” Jaune responded… but did notice the ring. “Since when did you have that?”

“Since earlier today.”

“Oh! Where’d you get it?”

“Secret.” she replied with a smile.

“Is it some famous jeweller?”

“Nope.”

“...some shady jeweler?”

“Nope.”

“Uhhh…”

“You’ll never guess.” Yang commented.

“What, a grocer or something?”

“It’s the last place you’d ever expect to find jewelry.” Pyrrha added.

...at which he blinked… and tried to come up with anything.

Before admitting defeat a few seconds later and returning to his food; “Okay, I give up. Not a jeweler of any kind… Right?”

“Not a jeweler at all.”

“Yep. I give up.”

Once Pyrrha returned to her food, Ren had but one question;

“Why is it on your index finger?”

“Because this ring can play tricks.”

“Tricks?”

With a flick of her fingers, she turned it on, and poked Nora’s neck.

One squee and a giggle later, she recoiled.

In the time she did that, Pyrrha again flicked her fingers, before Nora even managed to look up.

Just like Jaune, she touched Pyrrha’s finger and… nothing.

Right after that, Pyrrha removed the ring, and handed it to Ren. “See if you can figure the trick out.”

Nora was equally curious, but was explicitly forbidden from even touching it by Ren.

For a while, as they ate their food, they looked it over, to find anything at all that it could be.

Going by how quick the flick was, it couldn’t possibly be any more than touch. Right?

But no amount of touches made it do anything.

And eventually, the ring went back to Pyrrha.

Though he had now noticed that all of Team RWBY also had an assortment of their own rings on.

In order: Vibration, inert, regular shock, and touch shock.

And since she was the one carrying it, Yang moved a hand forward to Ren. “I dare you to poke it.”

And so he did, without thinking, only for the mild zap to send his hand recoiling. “Ah! What-… Wait. Did that just shock me?”

“Yup.”

“Oooo!” could be heard out of Nora as she did the same thing… only to retreat her finger a bit later. “Meh. I’m not su…”

And then she remembered her semblance, and promptly facepalmed.

“Jaune?” Yang called out.

“Hm?” he said with a mouth full of food.

Again, Yang reached an arm out. “Poke the ring.”

And so he did, recoiling just the same as Ren did. Thankfully he swallowed his mouthful before doing that… and then just looked the ring over. Who could possibly make these? Who could possibly sell these? These had to be for pranks. Maybe wherever similar stuff was sold?

Either way, he kept eating as he thought about it... but still wasn’t managing any guesses.

Past that, their dinner passed without event, and soon enough the teams were all in their respective dorms.

Yet again, Team RWBY slept nude.

And honestly? It felt good. Warm. It was fuel for the embers.

Once they woke up the following morning and dressed, their minds again began to wander.

This time, to the rings and the local bathrooms… and the gags they had bought yesterday...

Ruby was first to look into the bag for just such a gag; Something that could silence her while she let a shock ring have its way with her.

Once she had one, she pocketed it, and fetched the relevant ring.

“Morning refresher?” Weiss asked.

“You know I need one.”

“I think that’s all of us.”

And so, they copied Ruby.

Next destination? Before every other?

Bathrooms.

Promptly occupied, with gags soon on, and the rings also turned on.

And just like that, and with their breaths held as their orgasms grew closer, they were ravaging themselves to climax in public. Again. And they could all hear the conversations going on on the other side.

As powerful as this fuel was… they needed more.

And they were already probably the most sexually active students, besides maybe Pyrrha, in all of Beacon at this point. And likely the kinkiest in current attendance, too, and might just be climbing the ladder to kinkiest these grounds had ever been home to.

Their old selves would probably have ran and resigned in horror, if they were to suddenly drop into their current selves’ bodies here in the bathroom.

But that was their old selves. Not their current selves. Their old selves didn’t have embers of lust to deal with. They hadn’t yet found tickets to this heaven.

But their current selves had. And much like Pyrrha, they regretted absolutely nothing at all.

This had bonded the four, permanently. In a way that nothing else could have ever hoped to.

And had, no doubt, put drive into Pyrrha to try to get with Jaune, no matter what. But Jaune was still dim as always, so it was still a bit of a swamp to deal with.

Still, as soon as their orgasms began cooling down, they turned their rings off, and took a breath each.

Once they had collected themselves, they took their gags off, and pocketed them once more.

Now just a matter of finishing up, and leaving.

Once they did, they went right for the cafeteria, to get their breakfast.

Pyrrha immediately noticed the rings they had on. Her comment was vague, though;

“What’s up with you?” she asked, innocent as always.

“Plenty of good sleep, for one.” Weiss answered. Was she perkier than usual?

“I see. How’s the bed?”

“Pretty good.” Yang replied. “What about you? How are you feeling?”

“Decent.” Touch shock ring for her today.

“Anything planned?”

With a quick raise of her ringed finger, Yang gently nodded.

“Not really, no. At least not yet.” Pyrrha replied. “And you?”

“Same, really.” Yang answered.

None of the other three on Team JNPR had picked anything up whatsoever.

Which was for the better, really.

Though Ren did wonder about the possible plans, but still didn’t ask.

Really, he wasn’t seeing much, but he did certainly notice Team RWBY’s perkiness, as well as their overall mood boost since they had gotten together. And really, he couldn’t help but be happy for the four, even if all of that was a bit sudden.

On their way back, however, Pyrrha nudged Blake to follow her into a side hallway real quick to ask her a question;

“Why do you all have those rings?”

Blake just smiled and pulled out her gag, and then motioned her free hand to a bathroom sign.

Shock ring.. gag.. bathroom…

And then Pyrrha blushed a deep red.

Blake just nodded.

...at which Pyrrha’s blush deepened… before she looked around for room for a gag. Any.

While there was room, there was nowhere she could safely hide one in her team’s dorm room…

“Mind if I come over later for a bit?” she then quizzed Blake.

“Sure.” And then she just winked and left.

Inferno, pretty please…

Not much later, she had visited her own dorm room, swapped rings, fetched a gag from Team RWBY’s dorm room, and occupied a bathroom the soonest she could after that.

On went the gag, on went the ring, and through bliss she went.

The same bliss that Team RWBY would, no doubt, go through every morning from now.

Only if she herself could…

...this would be torture.

From which sweet release would only come through orgasms.

If need be, lots of them.

And sure enough, right now, Pyrrha took her sweet time with three before she called it quits, turned the ring off, pocketed the gag, and finished.

Once she was back in Team RWBY’s dorm, Blake, mid studies by a desk, couldn’t help but ask;

“How was it?”

“Amazing. I have to do this again… If only I could every morning without issue…” she said as she returned the gag she had used.

“If only we could go without stopping. Ever.”

And then Pyrrha sighed. “If only.”

After that, she left.

Later in the day, she got a message. From Ruby.

“We’re going back. Our collars are ready.”

“I’ll be right with you. Dorms?”

“Ours.”

Took her mere minutes to show up, and only minutes more for them to depart for that store.

And sure enough, their eight collars were ready and waiting.

They didn’t waste time putting their everyday ones on either, with their nameplates.

A few quick mirror glances and adjustments by each of them later, they were set, and left.

On their way back, not one of them could help glancing at the others’ collars, and sometimes staring for a few seconds.

To say they were happy was an understatement.

In a sense, it almost felt like rings in marriage. Except much more personal, and to the four, special.

And Pyrrha could tell. Not to mention that Team RWBY’s smiles and happiness seemed to be positively infectious.

“So. What next?” Weiss chirped.

“Your room?” Pyrrha suggested.

“Hmmm… Maybe. Actually.”

She then pulled out a map, and seemed to plan a route along a few side streets.

“Mind if I take in some scenery first?”

Through the red lights of Vale? “Not at all… I might just do so myself, actually.”

“Loves?”

“Let’s.” Ruby answered.

“If we don’t break before we make it home.” Blake added.

“We won’t… I hope.” Yang finished.

And so, it was decided; They would be taking the scenic route today.

With as much eyecandy as Weiss could fit into that walk.

...and it was a lot.

Several streets later, their little tour was finally done, and they were on the way to Beacon.

Suffice to say, for any of them, it was hard to not just turn on their shock rings right then and there…

...And yet, they didn’t, and made it back to the dorm room.

Again, the bed was cleared of blankets as they laid on it. This time without the aphrodisiac.

They had enough fire in them as is.

And so, they got to work, working through what they had just seen around the red lights, armed with two toys each, as well as powered on shock rings.

Suffice to say, they made it to their second orgasms that day in virtually no time at all. But they weren’t done… and yet again let their minds wander.

All the scenery at Beacon… the pretty men… the pretty women…

Shaky chatter soon came out of Pyrrha.

“I-I swear… Nora…”

“Yes.” Yang added.

Didn’t take the imagery of her long to warp in their heads.

There was so much delicacy here. Nora was just the start.

And then Coco, followed by Velvet.

The entirety of Team NDGO…

Cardin… An outright jackass, but if that wasn’t candy waiting…

And, as much as they hated it, all of Team SSSN.

Ren… Rest of Team CVFY…

Just how invincible did Team CRDL think themselves? How about Team BRNZ? Team ABRN?

Then there was Team FNKI… that catgirl…

What about that Cinder girl? Emerald? Mercury? What was the deal with their attitude? Just how fragile was it?

Whatever the answers to those questions, the twists of their minds had made them lots of great pictorial food, and lots more fuel for the inferno that consumed them all.

And it had been enough to drive them through several orgasms for thirty minutes straight without any aphrodisiac at all.

Once they regained their energy, they looked at one another.

Had they just run Beacon’s roster down, and turned pretty much all of them into fap material in their own heads?

Why yes. That is exactly what they had just done.

And then they just stared at each other.

Groped each other.

Fingered and jerked each other off…

And on they went, and right back to sex, which was at this point daily.

And that for thirty more minutes on top of those already spent masturbating.

Before the inferno finally seemed to lessen.

However, the embers did not go out. For any of them. They lingered, and remained lit.

It was permanent now, for sure.

And they did not care.

It meant that the embers would keep them company, always.

Company that was most welcome, at all times.

Even during the following cleanup, shower, and laundry.

Shortly following all that was dinner.

Suffice to say, their new collars drew almost every eye in the entire cafeteria, and no doubt raised questions among more students than just the remainder of Team JNPR.

And Jaune even admired them for a bit, despite his lack of care for most such ornaments in general.

“Those are really pretty.”

“Thank you.” Weiss replied, leaning her head back for a bit to show it off, looking at those of her teammates for a bit herself too.

“They’re custom made and everything, too.” Ruby added.

“Oh?” Jaune replied, looking towards Ruby.

Whose gaze soon met his.

...and some feeling hit him.

Something.

Try as he might, he could not put his finger on it, but it reached deep.

“Yep. They took a day to make.” Ruby answered.

“Each. Sorta.” Blake added. “They were all made together, so…”

And then Jaune’s gaze met Blake’s.

Exact same feeling as before.

“As a batch of sorts?” Ren quizzed.

“Yup. We have a few pieces of metal that share colors each, and those were all electroplated together to save on time and cost.”

And then Blake’s gaze met his.

Like two daggers pointed right at his soul…

...causing him to avert his gaze to Yang.

Even just a glance from her caused that feeling again.

Ditto as he looked to Weiss, and then Ruby.

This hadn’t been there yesterday. He was sure of it.

Nora had much the same stories to tell about their gazes towards her.

Yet, nothing about them had visible changes besides those collars.

Still, she leaned on to Ren.

“Hmm?” he answered.

“Something?”

Nora could feel it too.

“Something.” he answered.

Whatever it was, Pyrrha was not at all visibly bothered by their gazes through chatter.

However, it wasn’t long before Jaune, Ren and Nora noticed that Pyrrha’s did the exact same thing.

The idea of one pair of eyes caused hairs to stand.

The idea of all five pairs was paralyzing.

Not much later, there was some ruckus on behalf of Team CRDL, drawing all their eyes, and serving as perhaps valuable distraction for JNR…

...except it wasn’t.

Merely their presence caused it.

Not much later, Cardin could be seen clearly, now standing, and messing with a student.

Once done with that, he looked around.

...until his gaze met Blake’s.

And he could tell the rest of that team’s eyes were on him. And Team JNPR’s, too.

He froze dead in his tracks.

Not for long, though, before he blurted a question out towards Blake;

“What the hell are you lookin’ at?”

“You.”

If before he had frozen, now he felt like he had the crosshair of a gun trained on him.

He felt targeted. Utterly and completely, by that gaze.

“Whatever.” he finished and waved his hand lazily towards them before he left to sit back down.

While, to everyone else, he hadn’t faltered, they, Team RWBY and Pyrrha, could tell, in full, how he had just felt from his eyes.

Like reading an open book.

Maybe they could use this newfound ability somehow…

Regardless, there was chatter at their table, and the occasional glance towards Team RWBY, who at times glanced back.

Every single time they did, that feeling came back to Cardin.

And was discovered by his teammates.

Something, something about Team RWBY.

If they couldn’t shake this creepy feeling, it might just stop them in the tournament.

They had to be able to not get creeped out, and figure out how.

...but no matter what, the return looks were as if lasers, pointed right at them.

Yet, it was just the most miniscule, casual glance each and every time they did.

Not much later, Team CRDL decided screw it, they’d find them in the hallways after dinner and punch the creepiness out of them.

So, once dinner was done, and they started returning to their dorms, Team CRDL started to give chase.

At first from afar, and then a little closer.

And then Cardin spoke up; “I swear you girls give me the-…”

He had drawn all eight eyes.

The result?

He’d frozen dead in his tracks, just like last time.

Not much later, their gazes diverted to his teammates, who likewise froze.

With but one move from Cardin… again he was rendered immobile.

For a few seconds, Team RWBY’s eyes darted around the four, before they looked to one another, pretty much shrugged, and left.

The amount of vulnerable that Cardin had felt at their mere gaze was more than he remembered having felt, ever.

Like a knife right through his chest, and his beating heart.

Once Team RWBY left their sight, Cardin finally managed to process what just went down. Ditto for his teammates.

Whatever had happened, their gaze had gone from being just like any other, to being so extraordinarily creepy that it did… well, this.

“What the hell is it with them…”

“With who?” Pyrrha asked as she walked by, soon pulling Cardin’s gaze…

...and again he froze. Less solid, but he still felt the daggers.

Until Pyrrha’s gaze left his.

Something had changed. All of Team CRDL knew it.

Come the following morning, and some shock treatment for Team RWBY to start their morning, they again went to get breakfast.

Again, even the most miniscule glances were commanding.

...their presence didn’t help.

They, and especially their gaze, radiated something. But he didn’t know what. Just something. Something that could paralyze in an instant.

Maybe he should tell Ozpin?

And with that, Team RWBY were called up to his office for a chat.

Once they entered, Ozpin motioned them to four chairs in front of his table.

The report was honestly silly. Creepy? How was that a reason to report someo-

And in that moment, he looked up… and his hairs rose. That hadn’t happened in ages, if ever.

“I have gotten a report about you. Creepy gazes in dining hall… And yet, my cameras show me nothing. What is it?”

Just shrugs.

They looked to genuinely have no idea.

“Is there anything at all that you’ve done recently that’s outside your norm?” he then asked.

“Besides our relationship and commemorations for it? Nothing at all.” Blake confirmed.

“Commemorations?”

“These.” She then pointed at her own collar. “Handmade and personal. Picture the sentiment of a wedding band.”

He just smiled. “I see. I’d like to extend my congratulations on that, by the way.” he offered, with a nod.

Just smiles all around. “Thank you.”

Despite all that happiness and love in them… he could still feel it. Something about their gaze and their presence.

With a cursory look across them once more, he again found nothing out of the ordinary.

Just a blossoming relationship and four normal girls.

...besides their gaze, that is.

On one hand, there were many questions where he could infer the answer, and fill it in despite never getting it directly.

On the other, there were a scant few where he could not for the life of himself even attempt a guess at what it was. And their gaze fit exactly this group.

Moreover, he had no clue where to even start.

Maybe a few leads?

“I did hear that you got a new bed for yourselves recently, too, and paid it in full.”

“Weiss ate all of that. We also got a custom mattress and sheets for that size.”

“I see.”

“Actually, it’s two beds.” Weiss chimed in. “Both king size, but used as one.”

“Ah. Are larger beds not available?”

“Your only option is custom, and my question to you is: how are you going to fit that through the door without running into at least fifty problems? Weight and price notwithstanding.”

Again he smiled. Practical thinking.

“Those two frames were well under half the cost of a suitable custom frame, too. I mean, sure, I am a Schnee, but that doesn’t mean I’ll have horrible spending habits like some people.”

He just chuckled. Spend where it was practical to, huh?

But he still had a question.

“I did also hear you installed new locks. Why is that?”

To which Weiss replied by pulling out her key, and sliding it across the desk for him to examine. “It’s an honest work of art.”

What initially looked like an unimpressive key with an absolutely oversize knob turned out to be, with only relatively minor examination, a much more impressive, yet still simple, combination of old and new. He could not see the keypad, but he could feel their textures… and then another question;

“Is there meaning in what’s on them?”

“Number symbols, ordinarily used for the blind.”

“What is the order?”

“Left to right, top to bottom. One to ten.”

Again, Ozpin felt around the keys.

The keys were invisible, but there were indeed patterns to distinguish them from one another.

And he could see why Weiss chose it, if only for the cleverness of the hidden buttons.

“The best part about this system is that all keys, for every lock, are identical. All that the key is is a way to enter the code, which is what then moves the pins. In other words, if you lose a key, that key will be useless to whoever happens to then find it. It contains no information, no bitting, and no numbers of any kind that could possibly indicate what it goes to, because every key goes to every lock, with the crucial difference being the code.”

Clever indeed.

“I see. You’ve put both your thought and your weight into your renovations.”

“I feel that anything less would be a sin, to be honest.” Weiss again chimed in.

“I’m fine with maintenance.” Ozpin replied, again smiling. “Going above and beyond is more than welcome, and you certainly have. But; What of your new bed when you graduate?”

“We’ll take it, don’t worry.”

“And the lock?”

“If you wish to revert it, the dorms management has all the original parts. If you wish, we’ll take that with us as well when we do graduate.”

Then he nodded. “Thanks for the consideration.”

Ruby was just scrolling through social media on her scroll, and Yang likewise.

Blake seemed distracted by all the machinery, both with her eyes and ears.

Leaving just Weiss’ gaze on him.

...It still felt off.

But, upon closer inspection, he had uncovered exactly nothing besides four hardworking students that had even made renovations on their own dime to the room they were allocated.

And really, considering their boredom, he honestly felt like he was wasting their time with this report more than anything.

“Well then. I think that will be all. Thank you for your time, and sorry about the report.”

“Don’t worry about it. We weren’t doing anything at present anyway.” Ruby chirped.

He again smiled. “Well, if you say so.”

“Anyway, thank you headmaster.” she then added in parting as she left.

“Likewise.” he replied.

While this was no reason for a report, nor for concern going by their attitude, he still wondered for a bit just why their glances did that.

Whatever it was, it didn’t have any effect on them.

And so, he put that curiosity to the back of his head.

Team RWBY’s elevator ride down was just as boring as on the way up.

However, on the bottom, they ran into Glynda Goodwitch, though only briefly.

Who, after having endured all their gazes, shook the entire way up in the elevator.

If they had been in there with her…

Ding.

Distraction enough.

Not much later, a message to Pyrrha.

“Up for intermission?”

“Always.”

And with that, they were back in Team RWBY’s dorm room for a round, with just their eyes and the shock rings. No touching, not this time, to keep things interesting, and to help the flames.

And they had the foresight to all use towels to make sure cleanup for this took mere seconds.

Still, a load off, and it was plenty helpful.

Not much later, they had their next class, this time adequately prepared, so to speak.

Suffice to say, their perkiness was notable. Not to mention that all of them, even Ruby, managed to go through the entire class with barely a distraction… well, besides their lovers, of course, on occasion, in the case of Team RWBY.

The fact they wore their collars out in public that proudly for everyone to see wasn’t something anyone could miss. Especially not those that had a clue as to their implications.

Some were even a little envious that they had gotten so lucky with each other. For instance, Coco.

Who, on their way to the following class, couldn’t help but ask them a question;

“When did it happen? How long?”

“We got them yesterday, us being together has been some days now.” Yang answered.

As if basic envy wasn’t enough…

“What about, you know… The who’s-who?” Coco again asked.

“We’re eachothers’.” Yang returned, this time with a smile and a glance towards Coco.

While Coco had really only heard rumors of that feeling from their gaze, she didn’t think she’d be so defenseless to it… whatever it was.

Question for later.

After classes, that is. Which is when, while in the middle of their studies, Team RWBY heard a knock on their door.

“Who’s there?” Ruby answered.

“Coco. Mind a few questions?”

“Nope. One second.”

Or a few, before she came to the door, opening it just enough to show her face.

Prepared as Coco thought she was, it was like she hadn’t at all prepared.

Anyway. “People have been talking about your looks and how they’ve gotten pretty creepy recently. What’s up?”

“Yep, we’ve heard about it, and none of us have any idea, to be completely honest.”

“Nothing’s happened, has it? Like, mission or whatever.”

“Nope.”

Strange. Anyway.

“About the collars, though…” Coco continued, a hint of a blush on her face.

“Yeah?” Ruby replied.

“Where did you get them?”

“Downtown Vale. Don’t remember what the store was, something adult-” she tried to recall with closed eyes before being interrupted by Blake.

“Prismatic Desires.”

A quick peek on her scroll later, and Coco’s blush had deepened considerably.

“A-Are you sure that’s it?”

“That’s the place. They do collar commissions.”

After a prompt check on their page and, yup, there it was. As well as display pictures of eight collars, four of which Team RWBY were currently wearing… were those leash hoops?

Either way, she really needed to go take a look there for… reasons.

“Anything else?” Ruby asked Coco, momentarily distracted by her scroll and the store’s page, and all that inventory…

“O-Oh. Um… No, not for now, thank you.”

Ruby just smiled. “Seeya later?”

“S-Sure.”

And with that, Coco took her leave, the dorm room door soon closed by Ruby.

“Sounds like she has a special other.” Blake commented.

“Or wants to look pretty. It’s Coco you’re talking about, after all.” Ruby returned.

“Good point.”

As they went back to their studies, Coco made her way to the store in question.

Perhaps the first thing she noticed was that it wasn’t in some random downtown place, but rather in a district practically packed with them… oh, and some pretty sights on the way there…

Coco. Focus.

...not an easy task, admittedly, but she managed and eventually made it to Prismatic Desires.

“What can I do for you?” the lady behind the counter asked as Coco just looked around the building at all that stuff… with a blush.

About five seconds later, the question finally reached her; “Ah! Uhhh… Collars?”

“The aisles back there.” the lady answered and pointed her to the back of the store.

After a brief look in the direction, Coco again turned to the lady, this time with a more specific question; “What about custom ones?”

“We do custom, yes. Want one?”

“N-Not right now, no, but thanks. I saw you did some for a few Beacon students…”

“Oh?”

“Team RWBY… You have a picture in the commissions gallery on your site of what you did for them.”

“Yep. Eight collars all in all.”

“They’re not exactly hard to miss…”

“That’s what they commissioned. We do more basic chokers too, if that’s preferable to you?”

“Oh?”

And then she went back into the gallery, and looked at a few more.

Slowly, those eight collars at the top of the gallery left her mind as she looked through the remainder, everything from suggestive, lewd and perhaps even garishly so, to subdued and understated with only tiny ornaments tying them together at the front.

In some thought, she pondered ordering something custom right then and there… but decided to take time to think about it and instead start browsing the store, bit by bit.

Didn’t take her long to find leashes… and for her mind to go back to Team RWBY’s second set of collars, and the leash hoops on those…

...and another blush.

Just what were they doing in that dorm room of theirs after hours?

Lots of BDSM stuff around that section besides just the leashes, though that didn’t draw her eyes nearly as much. But still, she took note of them.

Again, her blush was fading as her mind got distracted, until around the ring section.

Wait. Didn’t Ruby have a ring on one hand? A pretty one in silver with a yellow gem?

...It couldn’t be these, could it?

She then put one such on.

Maybe? It did look pretty, though.

Not much later, her eyes caught the description. Especially the first line;

“Try turning the gem.”

And so she did… and near immediately felt the repeat shocks ravage her before turning the gem again, to turn that shocking off.

That wasn’t a prank, was it?… Wait. Could it be…

Sure enough, a bit down the description, there it was; It was meant for shock play.

In other words, electrical shocks for the purposes of pleasure…

Again, a blush, and deep.

This surely wasn’t the ring Ruby wore… Right? But if it was…

Coco. What are you thinking?… Okay, probably not a bad idea to ask more questions.

...and just out of curiosity, she turned it on again, for a little bit.

After a bit of an initial shock and surprise, her body eventually settled.

And it felt good…

A few seconds later, she turned it back off, and removed it.

Only then did she realize that she had become aroused in just that time, standing there in the store.

If Ruby was wearing this…

To distract herself, she put the ring back, and went for the door, but was about halfway before she realized she was trying to think of a collar design, only to miserably fail to do so thanks to distractions.

But still she left. She might have to come back at a later date and buy something… Maybe a ring or two?

Still, she had a question for Ruby, and so went to her team’s dorm room.

Again, she answered the door.

“You didn’t get that ring there, did you?” Coco asked.

“Where? Prismatic Desires?”

“Yeah.”

“Yup. Got a whole set, actually.”

Again she blushed, and deep.

She was wearing a shock ring!

“Wanna see it?” Ruby then asked, to break the ice. But she did notice the blush on Coco’s face too. Ruby could tell she knew what the ring was for.

“S-Sure…”

And then Ruby let her in, and pulled out her ring set, before also placing the shock ring she wore back into it.

Coco began with the first ring, and looked it over… and eventually tried turning its gem. To no avail.

“That one’s inert. Mind the gem’s shape and texture.”

Which she then rubbed over, and… Wait.

“Is this for what I think it is?”

“It is.”

Yeah, her blush wasn’t gonna go away anytime soon at this rate, was it?

Soon enough, the next ring.

Turning the gem on this one worked… and made it vibrate.

Yeah, okay, she needed these. At least this and the last one.

Soon, ring three.

Twisting the gem did nothing, but-

“Ah!~”

What might to her have sounded like a yelp of pain was, without a doubt in the world to any of Team RWBY, a yelp of pleasure.

From just touching the gem.

...only then did Coco realize what she had just sounded like.

And again her blush deepened as she looked around the room in utter shame… to find that the entirety of Team RWBY was no less than entirely unfazed by the sound she had just made.

After bracing, she then did it again. No sound this time, but the reaction was obvious.

“They call that a touch shock ring, and I think you can tell why.”

“Y-Yeah…”

And then there was the last one.

She knew what it did. What it was for. Her chances of embarrassing herself again…

Yet she put it on, and turned the gem for a few seconds.

“H-How often do you wear it?” Coco then asked as she took the shock ring off… Note to self: Find someplace secret to deal with her arousal, as fast as possible.

“We all wear ours daily.” Ruby replied.

“W-What…?”

“All of us bought one.”

“Wait. You all have…?”

“Yup.” Weiss added, holding her hand up to show off that shock ring.

A brief glance later, and Coco discovered that they all had shock rings…

“Ah, okay, uh… I… I kinda really have to go-” she started, before she noticed something being pushed into her hand.

“Just return it when you’re done.” Ruby replied, with a smile.

Looking in her hand, there was a vibration ring in it.

How did she know?!

“B-But-”

“Look, if you think we missed the fact you moaned your heart out a few seconds ago, then let me remind you where we bought these rings from. Maybe you can guess why we did?” Yang cut in, blunt as she could be.

Oh. Oh no. God damn it.

But they didn’t react…

...oh. They wore the rings daily. Did that mean…

“O-Okay, I’ll be right back, I promise!”

This time, she bolted out of the dorm room, ring in hand, towards… Oh! Bathrooms!

Once she had one occupied, she wasted no time at all donning the ring, turning it on, putting a hand over her mouth, and masturbating like her life depended on it.

And the resulting orgasm was nothing short of completely godly… just thinking about what Team RWBY was probably doing in there… what they were doing with the rings…

...did they use them daily? Maybe in the same way she was using one right now? It couldn’t be… they weren’t that daring… were they?

And then she went another round.

Whatever the implications, they were some of the hottest stuff ever. Pretty girls, that forward, that daring…

Suffice to say, by her second orgasm, her mind had melted to mush.

And for a while, she just sat there, heaving.

She had orgasmed hard, twice. And Team RWBY knew what she was doing. Ruby had handed her the ring to do the deed…

Yeah, that imagery would linger. And, as far as she could tell, all of it was true. All of it.

Maybe… She should ask them…

No, that wouldn’t be decorous for her to do.

But did Team RWBY care?

...should she?

Maybe… not?

She could make sure with them first.

Besides a mental note to go back and buy rings for herself.

Her heaving was also slowing a bit as she gained her energy back… Probably best to return the ring, at least.

So she finished up, and left, heart still beating rather fast… And honestly, she was still having trouble believing that just happened.

But the ring she had with her was all the reminder she needed that, yes, that did just happen.

Not much later, Team RWBY heard another knock on their door.

“Coco, is it?”

“Yep.”

Again, the door opened, to Ruby, who was handed the ring.

“Don’t worry about it, I cleaned it-”

“It’s fine. I just hope it helped.”

“Ah… Yeah, it did...” Another blush… before she remembered her questions, and decided she’d rather ask them more privately; “Mind if we chat a little?”

“Sure.”

“I-I mean… in private.”

“Ohh. Yeah, do come in.”

And so she entered, and was sat down with Ruby again.

Coco was still a bit blushy, but decided to just start asking;

“Would you mind if my questions were a bit... um… lewd, let’s say?…”

Ruby just raised the vibration ring she had let Coco borrow. “You really think we’d mind?”

“Okay, okay, so… H-How often do you… you know… use your rings?”

“Daily. Sometimes a few times a day.” Weiss answered.

Again her blush deepened.

“If you ever see us come out of the bathrooms at about the same time in the mornings, well…” Yang returned, before looking up with a wink.

Just like she had done, but daily. Every morning, in the bathrooms…

“You won’t hear us, by the way.” Blake added, and pulled out a rather hefty gag.

Wait.

“Y-You… carry those with you…?” Coco asked her.

“They’re how we stay quiet in the bathrooms.”

And they did it daily…

Still with a blush and shaky words, she finally managed another question a few seconds later;

“H-How… You know… active are you?”

“Daily.” Weiss again returned.

Not even a glance up from her studies.

So casually answered…

“Laundry is a daily problem too, yes.” Ruby then admitted.

“W-Wait…”

“Yep. It’s exactly what you think.”

Just as casual as Weiss…

Still, she had more questions.

“I-I saw… Four other collars?”

“One second.” Ruby said as she stood and went for her nightstand, pulling out her leashable collar and changing into it, before coming back to Coco and sitting back down.

She didn’t even hesitate.

Coco could not help but be curious, and Ruby could tell by her fidgety hands.

“You can touch, by the way.”

With one recoil of her hand later and an even deeper blush, she reached forward to touch… the hoop, too.

“Go ahead. I don’t mind.”

And so her finger went into it, for a gentle tug…

Mild resistance, as could be expected, but she willingly gave.

But Coco paused. Did she really not mind?

Ruby just nodded.

And again, Coco pulled. Harder.

Not a complaint from Ruby.

Again, she pulled.

This time, Ruby’s face was right in front of her own, and she was standing, hands behind her back for balance.

And then Coco let the hoop go… She could get used to this.

“Y-You don’t have-”

Again Ruby went for her nightstand, attached a red leash to the hoop, and returned to her seat, handing Coco the handle… which she gingerly took in hand…

Again, Ruby nodded.

Again, Coco pulled, this time the leash.

And just like before, Ruby voluntarily gave.

But were they really…

“Do… Do you use these often?”

“We just got them and were planning on using them tonight.”

Yet more blushing.

Why did this disarm her so completely…

Again, she yanked on the leash, and again Ruby gave.

Coco then stood up.

Again, Ruby nodded.

And so Coco, with some force, pulled Ruby to her two feet.

And then two steps away, and another pull.

Ruby followed.

Another two steps, and another pull. This time, leading Ruby practically up to her own face.

Coco could really get used to this…

And all she had done was lead Ruby a few steps.

Next, she decided to walk to the other side of the room, rather roughly yanking on the leash to motion Ruby to follow.

And follow she did.

If only she had someone to actively do this with…

“...What… What else do you do?”

Ruby squatted down the best she could to reach a nearby toy bag, being mindful of the range of the leash that Coco held pretty high.

Notably, Ruby did her best to not contest its range at all…

After a few flails towards it, Coco realized why, and lowered her hand.

At which point Ruby could reach the bag to pick it up, and show Coco its contents.

A ton of toys, and tons more BDSM equipment. Including soft paddles…

She then pulled one out, and looked it over.

Ruby just nodded.

And so, Coco poked her with it… just barely.

Before taking a gentle swing towards her clothed rear.

Tiny jump, but nothing else.

Again, Ruby nodded.

This time, a little firmer.

Resulting in a much larger jump from that, and an audible inhale.

Again, she nodded.

And again, Coco increased the strength behind the swing.

This time, a rather large jump, and a muted yelp of pain. No complaints, either.

“If you want an even better hit, I could turn around.”

...Did she really just invite Coco to… do that?

“S-Sure…” This time, she let go of the leash.

And sure enough, Ruby turned around, and yet again she took a swing, with a pretty generous arc this time.

Again, a yelp of pain out of Ruby, this time not muted at all.

After a bit of pause, though, Ruby again spoke;

“If you wanna do more, go ahead.”

So again she swung, to the same sounds of pain from Ruby… And again.

And again…

She really was doing this. Spanking another girl, and a taken one. And her three girlfriends didn’t mind it even the slightest.

Again she swung, with yet more strength.

Ruby answered in kind, pain and heaving on top.

“A-Are you sure you’re okay with this…?”

“Perfectly.”

And so she took another swing, at almost full strength this time.

Her squeaks were turning into pretty genuine screams at this point.

“What… What if I leave bruises?”

“Fine by me.”

“Can I…?”

“Full strength?”

“Yeah...”

“Yep.”

And so she did.

On one hand, she really felt sorry for causing Ruby enough pain to scream out.

On the other, Ruby had given her the go ahead to do this.

And seemed ready for more, by the time she recovered.

So again she swung.

And again Ruby screamed out.

Her rear at this point definitely stung.

And Coco really, really could get used to this.

...now to just build up her confidence in the bedroom.

Again she swung, one last time… Why?

“You’re enjoying that, aren’t you?” Yang asked, still deep in her studies.

How could she tell!?

“T-To be honest… Yes. Yes I am… But Ruby-”

“You think I’d let you do this if I didn’t?”

And more blushing. As if what had happened so far wasn’t enough.

Anyway… She was done for now, and so put the paddle back into the bag… oh!

“R-Ruby…?”

“Yeah?”

“I-I’m done… if you wanna change collars…”

And so, Ruby did just that, returning the leash and its collar into her nightstand.

A sadist, huh…

“Any other questions?” Ruby then asked.

“N-No, not for now, thanks… Maybe later?”

“Sure. If you ever get any. And really, don’t be afraid to ask us about this stuff.”

“Okay…”

Soon enough, she went for the door.

“See you later, I suppose?” Coco said as she held the door handle.

“Sure. If nobody answers, just send any of us a message.”

“Got it…”

And then she left.

While she was back to her confident self outside their dorm room again, she had but one place to go to again to make exactly two purchases… and hope she could keep herself together. Maybe look at paddles?… Didn’t Glynda have a riding crop? Maybe…

Even though Ruby’s rear still stung, she still sat back down where she had been to continue her studies.

“Who could’ve guessed the fashionista is also a sadist?” Blake commented.

“She does beam plenty of confidence around the campus.” Weiss added.

“Maybe not around us anymore?” Yang mused.

“I’m more curious whether we’ll see her wearing Prismatic’s rings while out and about.” Ruby wondered.

“She’d be the first outside us and Pyrrha to do so at Beacon I think. Not to mention that she is a fashionista…” Blake replied.

“And a sadist.” Weiss chimed in.

“And a sadist.”

Once they were done with their studies and had closed their books, they took a moment to themselves to think.

Blake might need to revisit the store to acquire some adult films for them… and readjust the projector.

Yang might just go train in the arena.

Weiss, though? Her mind was drawn to Ruby.

In fact, while Blake was working out the projector’s alignment, and Yang gearing up for the arena, she decided to go forward with it, while Ruby was playing a game on her scroll;

“Ruby.”

“Yeah?”

“Put the other collar on. Get my leash too.”

She could tell what was about to go down, and so closed her game and did what she was ordered to, with a smile.

Once that was done, more orders;

“Get yourself hard, strip, find a condom, then sit down next to me.”

Didn’t take her too long… and the embers indeed warmed up.

Once there, the condom went onto her length, and Weiss’ arm around her, and her hand around Ruby’s length.

All the while, Weiss picked up a book to read, while slowly jerking Ruby off with her other hand, who was letting out low moans and pants throughout.

Over the course of the remainder of that book, the condom had taken several loads, without even a lick of input from Ruby.

For the time being, she was Weiss’. Putty in her hands, pretty much.

Once that was done, Weiss milked one more out of her, before telling her to fetch a couple bullet vibrators, and a cock ring that could take one.

Promptly put on, with a vibrator in it, and another up her front hole, and on max, before she was then sent under the table to give Weiss a blowjob.

And Weiss loved every second of it, reading through erotic literature while Ruby was doing her magic.

For a couple hours, too, until Weiss finished her read, and simply enjoyed Ruby below the table until her next orgasm.

Once it had cooled down, she gave a simple order; “Stop.”

Next up, she removed her skirt and Ruby’s toys, before sitting Ruby on her lap and with her length up Ruby’s cunt, before she started to thrust, right there on the chair, with no concern or care, until their next orgasm.

At this point, Blake had been back for a bit, sorted their collection, and had sat down to watch and masturbate to what the two were doing. Weiss simply leaned aside and looked to her;

“Wanna join in?”

“I’d love to.”

And so, Ruby went off and stood, and so did Weiss.

With a quick turnaround and bend over, Weiss hilted her length into Ruby’s rear, and Blake her own into Ruby’s mouth, and away they went.

For all of about a minute until Weiss’ and Blake’s lips met, making it oh so much better, and needless to say considerably more pleasurable for them.

Making out and sharing one of their other two girlfriends sexually? Probably some of the best stuff this week.

And they continued, relentlessly, until Yang returned.

“Hey guys. Having fun?”

“Mm-Mhm.~” was her sister’s affirmative reply, plenty confirmed by the pool of her fluids and Weiss’ seed on the floor.

She just loved this. Being used like a toy…

For a moment, though, Weiss pulled out of the kiss;

“How about you lap up the mess, Yang? You can grab toys if you want to, but you’ll have to clean up your own mess too.”

Absolutely. Didn’t take her long to start doing so, either.

Not much later, she was below Weiss, licking and sucking at both her and Ruby’s clitoris, quickly earning her a plentiful coating on her own face, and howling moans from Weiss, who likewise loved this treatment like nothing else.

Soon joined by Pyrrha, who could barely help but start masturbating at the scene she was witness to… before hearing a snap from Yang, followed by her motioning towards the toy bag, and then towards her own length, currently covered by a condom, before her hand went back to the floor.

Sure enough, that’s where Pyrrha’s mouth was some time later, with her front stuffed with a vibrating dildo, and her rear a vibrating buttplug.

Not even any care for a bed today. Just straight to sex. And she just loved all of it.

So did Ruby when she had her rather weighty condom removed, tied, and laid aside, for her sister to stuff said cock right down her throat to get a taste.

And for an hour more approximately, that’s what they did, before things slowed down and stopped.

Once Weiss pulled out, Ruby was left overflowing with seed, and lots of it. And just the burning heat from it against her folds almost threw her into orgasm right then and there… close enough for only a few second activation of her shock ring to drive her over the edge, causing her legs to buckle and fail her as she crumbled to the ground, herself howling out as her ring milked her the entire way through.

Weiss didn’t skip a beat; “Clean it up.”

And so she lovingly did.

Once stuff was cleaned up, and properly, they went for dinner.

Sure enough, they saw Coco, and a ring on her hand. A vibration one, no less.

One wink from Yang towards her later told her, at first, nothing. Then she remembered Ruby’s words… and blushed. Again.

Velvet noticed.

“What was that about?”

“O-Oh, nothing…”

“You sure?”

“Perfectly.”

“But you’re blushing.”

“It really is nothing…”

“Did she do something?”

“Not really, no.”

“Then why the blush just now?”

“It’s just… You know…”

“Something about her, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

And with that, Velvet backed off.

Coco would never dare tell her team.

But Yang knew full well what had just happened. And she wouldn’t tell either.

The rest of dinner went by without event.

Once back up in their dorm room, Blake had an idea, and went for her recent purchases, and picked out a few films at random.

“Anyone want eyecandy tonight?”

“What? Porn?” Yang returned.

“Because why not?”

“Good point.”

Didn’t take them long to get comfortable, nude, and armed with toys and plenty of material.

Which is how the rest of their night ended up being; Cozy time between the four, with lots of orgasms and a lot of resulting mess. And that was just the start.

The following morning, Cardin could not help but feel that their looks had gotten just a hint creepier than previously. Why?

Either way, their morning was the usual; Sexual shock therapy, food, classes, the lot.

And a message to Pyrrha a bit later, from Blake;

“Bought a bit of a film collection yesterday. Wanna come over?”

“Films?”

“You know the kind.”

“Yes please.”

With a few hours on her hands, she had her time to catch up to Team RWBY, before they joined in.

Plenty good pastime, to be honest…

Once that last film was done, they looked at each other… and then to the atomizer.

“Anyone wanna get hot?” Yang quizzed.

“I’m always down and you know it.” Pyrrha replied, with a wink towards Yang to underline the pun, only to get a gentle punch to her gut.

“As if I would ever say no. Or any of us.” Blake added.

“Exactly.” Weiss chimed in.

“Then let’s.” Ruby finished as she stood up, and first of the five, took her hit, her hand in her crotch by the time she was back to the bed.

Within five minutes, they were all lost to the inferno once more.

But they all did notice something else;

The inferno, while it consumed them, controlled them far less than it did previously. Still plentiful, but it took a good twenty minutes for the struggle to become difficult. Only another ten to lose themselves, though.

Were they finally managing to tame it? Did they have room for more fuel on the fire?

There wasn’t a doubt in their mind about it.

Either way, with all their holes full and the bed messy, they finished an hour and a half later, worn, but less than previously.

They were getting confident that a double dose was possible.

Maybe tomorrow? Right after classes, and just skip the entire day?

Sure enough, that’s what they ended up deciding in the showers.

And as planned, they met up, had their doses, and let the inferno start consuming them.

But Blake had an idea;

Toys and porn for the entire duration.

Turns out that by the end of the first film, they were simply too far gone to put on a second.

Again, their minds wandered to the roster of students, the tournament fights, all of it…

...and some staff, such as Glynda.

And boy did that fuel the fire. It felt explosive, and oh so heavenly.

By dinner that night, Cardin noticed that just one glance from any one of them had the same effect, perhaps more, than all four of them prior.

Stopped him in his tracks, as if they stared not at him, but into his mind, as if it was on display.

And yep, they could tell.

Likewise, one glance left Coco stunned. Not with creepiness, but with commanding. As if a deer in headlights.

Before she shook her head and continued eating, a few seconds later.

“What is it?” Velvet asked.

“You haven’t seen it yet?”

Velvet then looked up, and around. “See wha-”

Same thing.

The few seconds Blake held her gaze felt like fifteen seconds at the very least to Velvet.

Took her only a few seconds more to thaw after Blake looked away.

“...Is it Team RWBY?”

“Yup.”

“What about them?” Yatsu quizzed.

“Remember the creepy glances?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you try it?”

“Why should I?”

“You honestly shouldn’t.” Velvet warned.

“Okay.”

And he just left it at that.

And yeah, the rest of Team JNPR noticed it too. It was night and day.

Something about looks being able to kill…

And yet Pyrrha was immune.

...her gaze had also gotten more potent...

Just a good thing they were on Team RWBY’s side, right? At least that’s what Nora thought.

Shortly after dinner, as they were leaving, Glynda happened to walk alongside them.

Again, that feeling.

But rather than shake, as she did in the elevator… she instead resigned herself to fate. Such was its strength.

Just hope it didn’t get worse…

Either way, a day later, Team RWBY and Pyrrha had another watch party, this time with Blake making sure the films were on autoplay.

And indeed, by dinner that evening, their glances had gotten even more potent. Just one was disarming.

Better yet? They were managing to control the inferno better and better.

Velvet, however, really needed to ask them something.

So she knocked, and again Ruby answered.

“What is it wiiith… Um…”

With just that glance, she froze, and looked away.

“With what? Is it our looks again?”

“...yes.”

“Coco asked us that same question like… A couple days ago?”

Again, Velvet looked up, and tried her best to keep composure. “She did?”

“She did.”

“W-What is it…?”

“We literally have no idea.” Honest as she could be.

“O-Okay then… Are you sure…?”

“Yup. I mean, we got sent to Ozpin’s for that, and not even he had a clue how this started happening…”

“Oh? O-Oh…”

“...or why it continues to happen.”

She borderline shook, still. She wanted to hide. “I-I see…”

“Anything else?”

“No... No I think that’s it, thank you I suppose?”

“Sure. Good luck studying.”

And with that, the door closed, and Velvet left.

Something was off. Practically all of Beacon knew it at this point. And besides them and Pyrrha, only Coco had even the faintest clue in the correct direction. All because she was a little sexually curious.

And really, for Coco, coming into their dorm room had felt like entering a different world to her own, almost. A world so liberal with its carnal proclivities that she was even invited to partake, by Ruby, with her offer to turn her rear towards Coco and the paddle she held.

It almost felt to her like she didn’t do that world justice. That she hadn’t been forward enough, despite the encouragement she got.

But that wasn’t this world. That was another. One that Team RWBY had made for themselves.

The following day, Ruby and Weiss again had some time to themselves to keep refining said world, with another collar change for Ruby with Weiss’ leash attached.

This time, Ruby was bent over, again on the floor, and railed from behind.

In one of Weiss’ hands, her leash, and it was pulling.

In the other, Ruby’s neck, in a firm grasp.

A grasp that soon tightened to a chokehold as Weiss pumped her rear full of seed, moving Ruby’s following orgasm from amazing to positively mindbreaking.

If there were an observer, they would’ve witnessed probably the most intense aheago practically ever.

And when finally granted air, she heaved like hell, before dropping to all fours, just to recover.

Only for Weiss to keep going into her rear mere seconds after her last orgasm finished, and again Ruby moaned.

So lovingly used… She could live like this. Hopefully she could someday…

Some time later, Yang and Blake returned, to the two still going at it, and a mess below them on the floor.

Right after the door closed, Weiss delivered a firm spank to Ruby’s rear, as candy to her other two girlfriends’ ears, both it and Ruby’s resulting moans.

And then another.

And then a third. And all were firm as they could be.

Not a complaint from Ruby, either. She loved all of it.

And really, how couldn’t she? It just fanned the inferno on.

The pain only helped.

And despite all that?

She still needed more.

And to that end, she took her turn with the atomizer, and laid out on the bed for tonight’s watch party.

As expected, their gazes just got more commanding to just about anyone. Moreover, however, they had even more control of their inferno of lust.

They might even dare one another, sometime later, to take a shot of aphrodisiac, and then leave their dorm, and go about their day, and let the inferno burn them from the inside out.

Something Pyrrha might just do too.

And endure the hour she originally tried to, and so miserably failed.

Not to one up her old self or anything, but rather to enjoy the fire. Like what she should have done from the very beginning… and would have, if not for her proper and prudish self.

Besides that dare, Blake had another thought; Could they possibly find out more about the black crystals that gave them their dicks? Or something more about the aphrodisiac? Might anyone at Prismatic Desires have any idea about any of this? They would be open after dinner.

So that’s where they went, all five of them, to ask questions.

While the lady there came up with nothing, she did get someone in the back.

Another woman, similarly modest looking, but she had heard of a place not far from there that could have answers.

Only for them to find a relative lot of nothing, besides more directions to elsewhere. Pretty shady alleyway place, too.

The next place was even shadier still, and still didn’t have answers, but did have a card that they gave to Team RWBY, and let them keep, to a hidden vending machine that sold papers with recipes or whatever, upon their own mention of having the recipe for an aphrodisiac.

And sure enough, that vending machine sold pieces of paper.

At a quick glance from Blake through the glass, though, her ears shot up.

“You know what?”

“Huh?” Pyrrha replied, quite curious now.

“I’m looking at an atomizer recipe.”

They weren’t that expensive, but still pretty steep.

Anywhere from ten to fifty lien.

“I’ll take one of each.” Weiss offered.

And so they did, dropping over two hundred lien to get one copy of everything.

A quick look through, and none of them looked to be the ones for the black crystals, but they had still struck gold.

They had found a deactivator to the activator they had, a copy of the activator, a copy of their aphrodisiac, and one labelled on the machine as “dry” that, on a further read, turned all of their orgasms dry for six hours. Oh, and counters to that. As well as stuff for alternate mental states, that Blake deduced to be akin to hypnosis, though lasting for only minutes.

Maybe they should make themselves portable atomizers for some of this stuff…?

But they had one thing to try; The dry spell, to make sure it worked.

Once they had the ingredients, the first thing they did was head into their dorm room, mix it into a canister, load it, and take a lungful each.

Given ten minutes, the time to full effect, they switched on their shock rings, still fully clothed, and sure enough, despite orgasming hard, as was usual for these rings, their orgasms were completely dry.

They actually decided to leave the rings on, and stand, to see if they’d cave and drop.

Sure enough, they did, and were all on their knees after their second.

They tried again, holding onto something first.

This time they almost dropped, but didn’t, just barely managing to hang on.

After that, they again took their seats, and decided to let the rings ravage them for about an hour.

Suffice to say, they were utterly exhausted, but it had felt heavenly. And they didn’t even need to do any extra laundry thanks to this recipe.

Maybe, just maybe, this recipe provided… They could scoot away to an out-of-the-way place, hide, and turn their rings on? And just orgasm right then and there without consequence?

If only Coco knew. It’d drive her crazy.

But there would also be noise. Probably plenty.

...and a high chance of discovery.

Which made it all even better. And more fuel for the inferno.

Regardless of that, throughout the rest of the day, they did keep all their eyes out for somewhere secluded. Anywhere, anywhere at all.

And sure enough, they had made note of a few places they could try around campus. Without cameras and passersby.

Could maybe walk through the nearby woods…

Lots of possibilities, and the quieter and more collected they could be, the more places they could do this in.

Maybe even in the middle of class…

And then their minds wandered to the tournament.

What if it’d be in the middle of a fight, with the cameras on them? For the entire world to see?

It sounded like nothing short of heavenly, that audience…

Especially since they would probably have not one single clue.

But those were thoughts and ideas for later, and not a when, but an if. If they could ever manage to not crumble to these powerful orgasms. If they could ever manage to keep their noises down through those same orgasms. If they could ever do both at once. There was no guarantee they would ever be able to.

However, something they might be able to do later was handling the inferno from the aphrodisiac for long enough to sleep a full night with masks on that just kept giving it to them throughout, and probably generate the best dreams possible while at it.

Maybe they could mix that and the dry spell? Leave the shock rings on? Sleep through constant orgasms?

And probably come to with bodies too worn to even stand… Maybe not.

But it was still probably a good idea to at least build them.

The planning for which is where the following day would go.

As for their routine that morning?

Sex, and hard. With the dry spell.

No mess, no laundry, no guilt.

They could even do it between classes like that with a quick retreat to their dorm…

In effect, practically all the time they got to themselves, they could have a round.

Considerably closer to never, ever stopping than previously…

But they still had Beacon to attend to, and all the classes that brought.

Which means it’d be much better to spend that span of time studying rather than bedding one another.

So, much like before, they reserved that for after classes.

However, rather than do that, they decided on another dry spell, and to leave their shock rings on, and see just how well they could function through their daily in the dorms, studies included.

...Though just the reading part, since no doubt their writing would be far, far too unstable to put anything usable to paper.

And yup, they could read through the massive waves of pleasure, but not terribly fast.

Given an hour of that, they again turned the rings off, to finish the rest, heaving for plenty obvious reasons.

Right after that, watch party, with the dry spell removed, and aphrodisiac on board as usual. Why drop the mess for that?

Because despite just how boring doing laundry was, the messes they made helped fan the fires. Not to mention lapping it all off eachother.

Almost like frosting, in a sense. Just much, much better.

Especially when they coated their entire selves with it…

And they had done so, once, when they did their inauguration of this very bed.

Time given, it would probably happen again.

Not much later, Yang had an idea over dinner as she looked her scroll over;

“Do they do clothing?” she asked Blake, while simultaneously trying to be covert in the presence of JNR.

“I think? Why?”

“Can you guess?”

And then a wink from Blake, and a nod from Yang.

“We could look into it.” Blake again spoke.

And so that’s what they would do tomorrow, besides going shopping for materials to make the masks.

By the end of the following day, they had five, four for themselves and one for Pyrrha.

Latex, with the requisite holes for the atomizer cartridges, as well as empty ones inserted.

Probably the most interesting part was that there was sound dust in the masks to help speech get through them. And really? Just that filtering of their intra-mask audio itself, when tested, drew every ear and eye on each person that could hear.

Such was its commanding presence.

...and they’d go perfect with suits too, actually. Make that yet another reason to commission a set, which they had discovered that Prismatic Desires did indeed do.

However, rather than stash away their work, they wore them to the dorms, from the workshop, where they knocked on Team JNPR’s door.

For Jaune to answer… and catch their gaze. And the sight of their new masks.

“Is Pyrrha there?” Ruby then asked.

As if he needed more of that feeling…

But she was there. “Pyrrha? It’s for you.”

And so she came to the door, pretty impressed by their craftsmanship. She knew what they were. But;

“This is yours.” Ruby then said as she handed Pyrrha the fifth mask.

That commanding audio…

She didn’t waste much time putting hers on, and talking.

“Is that the- oh wow…”

Yep. That was the mask alright.

“What do ya think?” Ruby then asked as Pyrrha looked herself over in a nearby mirror.

“I love it… These aren’t loaded, are they?” she then quizzed and pointed towards one of the cartridges.

“We just finished making them, so nope.”

“Okay, got it.”

She kept looking herself over for a bit, before reaching a hand to a cartridge, pushing it, and then twisting.

Sure enough, it came right out.

“By the way, that audio requires both of them to be in.” Ruby added.

“Does it?… Oh.” She sounded normal with that cartridge out.

“It’s to do with pressure inside the mask, I figured. If there’s not enough…” Ruby then slipped a finger under her own. “...It won’t work.”

Sure enough, normal sounding Ruby with a finger underneath the mask’s seal.

With her point across, she pulled her finger back out from under it, and Pyrrha then placed the cartridge back in.

“That’s fascinating… What is it, if you don’t mind me asking, that does that?”

“Sound dust.”

Figures.

All the while, Ren and Nora were a bit behind Pyrrha, and looking over to Team RWBY and Pyrrha.

Not much later, she turned her head towards them, obviously smiling under her mask, going by her cheeks.

Besides being impressive, that mask with that glance and look…

“Anything wrong?”

...and that audio…

“N-No, just… Looking!” Nora replied.

“They are something else for sure.” Ren added.

“Not to mention amazing.” Pyrrha returned.

“Sure… What are they for, anyway?”

“The intent is medical.” Weiss answered. “The cartridges are meant for medicine in liquid form that is then atomized.”

“Wait. Asthma and such?”

“For example, yes.”

“Oh... Wait, you don’t…”

“No, we just liked the look.”

“Ah. Fair.”

“Mixed cough syrup can go into these too, so not entirely useless.”

“Ahhh, yeah, of course… But how would that be? A constant dosage?”

“You can control it. The line on the cartridges controls the amount of material that gets mixed into the air you inhale.”

“I see, right… What about the effects?”

“Depends. For basic cough syrups, lower doses are good if you’re going to do constant supply. Can really help if you can’t miss a day, and the cartridges can be built with particle filters, so their use is double.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah, that blueprint covers a ton of stuff.” Ruby chimed in.

“Sure sounds like it.”

“And I haven’t even gotten into sound modulation yet…”

“...Sound modulation?”

“Yep. There were several setups on there for that. Like, what was it…”

“Upwards of twenty? I think?” Blake answered as she tried her best to recall.

“A ton.” Yang clarified.

“Yeah. That.” Ruby then continued.

Ren just blinked, and thought for a second. “Twenty different… Setups? Chambers? And they all sound different?”

“None of them sound really anything alike. I could build more and swap them out to show you at some point?”

Honestly?

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious how they sounded… Are they all that… What’s the word?”

“Outstanding?” Weiss suggested.

“Yeah, thereabout.”

“Yup.” Ruby replied.

Again, thought. Not to mention curiosity.

“They will all cut clean through any crowd you can think of, and you can dial up the volume with an adjustment in the setup if you want.”

There would be absolutely no chance of missing them, even if they so much as spoke to one another in a busy mess hall.

“...What’s the current volume exactly?” Ren couldn’t help but to ask.

“Zero.” Ruby answered.

“Wait.”

“Zero amplification. That volume adjustment is just for that.”

“...How loud does it go?”

“I wouldn’t dare try it here.”

“You mean…”

“It gets dangerously loud at max volume.”

“Oh… Yeah, let’s not try that.”

After a few seconds of silence, Ruby again continued; “Any more questions?”

“Uh… Not at the moment.”

“Alright. Seeya later?” And then she looked to Pyrrha, who was still just admiring the thing in a mirror.

After another few seconds of silence, Ren answered instead; “Sure.”

“Pyrrha?”

“Oh! Oh, yeah, are you leaving?”

“Yep.”

“Okay, seeya, good luck with your studies.”

“Thanks.”

And with that, the door was closed, and their own dorm room entered.

Considering Prismatic Desires was still open…

“So… Suits, anyone?” Yang started.

“What about-… Wait.” Blake answered before glancing at her scroll’s clock. “We could…”

“Should we?”

Blake then looked to Ruby and Weiss.

“I’m down.” Weiss added.

“Then let’s go.” Ruby finished, likewise cuing their departure.

While they expected measurements, they didn’t expect them to be this thorough, and especially not factoring in their new extras. Still, the measurements did, and with a model of it shown to make sure they liked the results, they approved it, and paid.

Honestly? It was quite exciting, getting suits all in their very own colors, especially to go with the masks they had just made. Much like with the stitching on her collar, however, Blake had opted for purple rather than black in her suit, again to stand out better visually.

That night, and with all that measuring and whatnot of their own naked bodies, they decided on one thing;

Dry spell, and masturbation to the point of enough exhaustion to conk out.

Perhaps just as expected, that night’s sleep was heavenly… and with a few lewd dreams.

No dry spells for shock therapy that following morning.

Best of all?

Coco noticed them in the bathrooms.

Cue yet another deep blush out of her, for she knew what they had just done. She had been told, after all.

And Team RWBY didn’t miss her, or her blush, either.

Uneventful as the day was, again their suits were done by dinner, as was their pickup.

But rather than head right to their dorms, they each had a white bag with nondescript boxes inside at their dinner table.

Obviously, there were questions;

“Did you guys just come back from shopping?” Jaune started.

“Kinda? We commissioned more stuff.” Ruby replied.

“A lot of stuff?”

“Nope. Just what’s in these boxes.”

“What is it?”

“Clothing.”

“Don’t you make your own, though? You made your own dress, after all.”

“Not this kind. Different material.”

“Can’t you sew it?”

“Not this.”

“Isn’t it fabric?”

“Nope. It’s normally glued, but these are single piece casts.”

“...Cast?”

“Yup.”

“Like metal?”

“Kinda? It’s not metal, though.”

“Then what is it?”

“Picture leather, but smooth and shiny.”

Like leather, but… Huh? That existed?

“What is it?”

“What’s what?”

“You know… Shirt, pants… skirt?”

“A full outfit.”

On his fingers, Jaune counted the requisite pieces… before a question again came to him.

““Single piece casts”?”

“Cast as one piece without any gluing or anything.”

“Huh. But… That’s several pieces of clothing, right?”

“Nope.”

“...Is it all the same piece?”

“Yup.”

Suffice to say, his brain errored out.

How could all of that be one piece?

All the while he pondered, he kept eating. Ren, however, connected a few more dots;

“They’re suits, aren’t they?”

“Correct.” Blake answered.

“But why?”

“Same reason you wear green.”

Preference. Alright.

Either way, once dinner was up, they went right back to their dorm room to dress up.

Yeah, no doubt about it; These outfits shone… and then Weiss had an idea.

Not much later, she had swapped her current collar out for her leashable one, and added cuffs, and the others shortly afterwards.

The resulting looks were nothing short of stunning… and oh so inviting, what with some well placed zippers.

That was all besides the fact that these suits wouldn’t be hard to clean the surfaces of at all, as opposed to fabric that stained, and more.

And then they heard a key enter the lock, and Pyrrha promptly entering… to both surprise and excitement at what she saw.

...Might have to get her own, her teammates be damned. The suits drew eyes like nothing.

And gropes, from one another, only intensifying to tease Pyrrha when she closed the door.

Not that that lasted for very long, though.

Mere minutes later, the first zip of what would become several was heard, as Ruby unzipped Weiss’ suit from the bottom, exposing her two holes, into which latex clad fingers soon went, Weiss understandably moaning as a result.

Following that, Ruby unzipped the bottom of her own, enough to let her length flop out, and against Weiss’ rear… and that was all the fuel for the fire that was needed for the other pair to repeat after Ruby and Weiss, and for Pyrrha to find toys and a chair to watch what was about to unfold.

Didn’t take Ruby long to slam her length into Weiss’ rear either, and start thrusting.

...and then grab her ponytail, and tight, for leverage.

Mere seconds of that ecstasy later, Weiss reached for her suit’s zipper, and pushed it up further, to free her own length, and place a hand on it, the other diving for her crotch.

The lovely hug of the latex, coupled with that pain and abuse of her hair…

Fuel. Such lovely, heavenly fuel.

So were her moans, to Ruby. And their girlfriends. And Pyrrha.

Needless to say, the resulting orgasms were some of the best so far, with this combination of everything…

And then round two, with a hole change for both pairs.

Such firm, loving grasps and holds…

For Weiss and Blake, it was yet again heaven. And the pain made it even better.

Pain that, another orgasm down, Yang was subject to as they swapped places.

Though rather than pulling on Ruby’s hair, Weiss instead decided on spanks, as just that extra bit of motivation for Ruby. Not much later copied by Blake.

And Yang absolutely loved it… and would get her revenge, later.

All the while Pyrrha watched, with two toys fixed to a chair that she was currently riding with as much vigor as she could muster, just wishing she was in their places…

...maybe later, she could spend a day as theirs to do whatever with? To be their toy? Their relief? Their cumdump?…

So. Much. Fuel.

And with that, another orgasm.

Likewise for the others, and hole changes.

Besides just the suits, hair pulling and spanking, there were the messes on the floor below them.

Messes that Pyrrha wanted to clean… not to mention her very own.

And for a moment, she pulled the toy out of her front, and sank it into her mouth.

Just like Weiss prior, she found it delicious. Not that she didn’t expect that, having eaten all of Team RWBY out at this point.

Not much later, it went back, and she sank the other toy into her mouth.

And it was just as delicious, and drew up memories of rimming Team RWBY in those same sessions…

Then there was the mouth feel of the dildos. The fill. The texture…

For a little longer than planned, she stuffed it into her mouth, even as the taste vanished.

As much as she was in her own world at that moment, Team RWBY was still present, and candy for both her eyes and ears.

And with that, the dildo went back into her rear, and the riding continued in full.

Come the next round of orgasms, Ruby, once Weiss’ own orgasm had subsided, gently pulled herself off, turned around, and sank the length that had so lovingly filled her twice right down her throat without so much as pause or hesitation.

While it did take Weiss by surprise… she loved it. How slutty and eager Ruby was…

Plenty understandable though, given the inferno’s brain fog, to all of them.

Yang, without so much as a thought, copied her sister… for a bit, before she managed a shred of reason, and backed off to speak;

“Blake…”

“Yes?”

“Lay down.”

Which she did, promptly, before they had eachothers’ lengths down their throats, with Ruby and Weiss copying that motion within seconds.

All while wearing their shining latex that so lovingly hugged every square inch of their bodies…

They didn’t stop at one orgasm.

Or two.

Or five.

Before they realized it, a whole hour was gone.

And they regretted nothing.

Especially not with their suits on.

Given a bit of recovery time, they again clambered to their feet to both orient themselves, and start cleaning up.

Lapping up of the mess was perhaps expected, and a delicious reminder of what they had just done. For all five of them.

After that, cleanup started, this time for real.

And for its entire duration, Team RWBY kept their suits on. Then again, just wearing them felt no less than amazing.

...Might have to do partial wardrobe replacements at some point just for the comfortable hug of latex.

While they cleaned up, Pyrrha’s earlier idea came back. And with it, a question for Team RWBY;

“So I was thinking…”

No response, but one of Blake’s ears perked up, indicating that at least she was listening.

“When we’ve got a day free, do you mind if I come over and just stay here with you?”

“What for?” Yang replied.

“To be yours.”

Causing Yang to look up, and the others to slow down and listen.

“Ours?” Yang continued.

“For that day, yes.”

Yang just tilted her head… before a bulb lit in it. “Let me guess…”

She just nodded, now having drawn all of their eyes.

Causing Yang to smile. “What’s your next question? “Will you do your worst?”?”

Pyrrha couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Maybe? I hope?”

“Don’t expect to walk out of here without bruises and a sore body.”

“I honestly expect I won’t be walking perfectly straight.”

“That’s also a possibility.”

“Whatever the consequences, I’ll gladly take them.”

“As if any of us wouldn’t. Maybe we can flip that around another day?”

“Maybe… Hmm.”

An exciting idea, for sure.

Definitely something to mull over while she cleaned up after herself.

Either way, cleanup was soon done, clothes and collars swapped, their suits washed, and showers on top.

And for the rest of the night, besides idle studies and pastimes, that was pretty much it. That wasn’t to say that said idle pastimes were any less eventful than prior; With a dry spell and a book in hand, Ruby rather enjoyed the zen of pleasure through her read with a slow rub on her own length to help the embers keeping her company, all in the nude to boot.

Come bedtime, again they went full force on their own selves, with dry spells, until they were out. Needless to say, Ruby’s own climax, due to her warmup, came quickly, not to mention the sensitivity helping intensify the rest she had before falling asleep.

Again, they had lewd dreams. This time, however?

Pyrrha’s suggestion became one of them.

One that ended up waking the entire team, with the inferno already burning.

Without pause, their hands were back in their crotches, and going as hard as they could.

The potency of the imagery out of those dreams as fuel was, as with many other things, heavenly.

Needless to say, with both that and their vigor, their following orgasms almost managed to knock them back out outright… almost. Thankfully the dry spells were still active, but they had not a care in the world for it when they woke. They had woken up with the inferno burning, and were fully intent on keeping it going.

And it would, until they had their third orgasms, at that point again too worn to manage to stay awake.

While they had slept quite well, they were still quite physically worn the following morning, but that didn’t stop their routine shock therapy. Or Coco noticing, once again.

However, in the hallway with Pyrrha, they attempted to schedule a day for it.

The first possibility would have been that weekend, if not for a rainbow parade that they all wanted to attend.

And Team RWBY immediately had an idea; Why not wear their suits to it? Maybe the masks also? And their leash collars?

...Maybe they should have flags? What about bags?… Okay, yeah, that was definitely a shopping list. And probably a few more commissions if they wanted stuff matching…

Definitely a topic for after classes, and something Pyrrha tagged along for.

First of all, belts and bags. Might as well have their emblems on them to boot, right? As well as cuffs to match their leash collars, also with hoops for whatever they might get up to later. As for the rainbow flags, though?

They could go for flag carriers they wore, similar to backpacks, arm bands, or face paint. The problem was choosing.

Which, on further consideration, especially with visibility and practicality in mind, would be the flag carriers. Just one problem: The only ones available for sale were meant to go under backpacks, and were thus much larger than what they wanted. Not much of a problem for either Ruby or Beacon’s workshop to fabricate in a day, however, complete with poles. As for the flags, once the carriers and poles were constructed, measuring for the flags was trivial. After that, they just had to place an order.

And just to make sure there were no kinks in her work, Ruby decided to don her own suit and the carrier, and test out both the fit and the creature comforts she had put into the design. And sure enough, they worked just as she designed them to; Namely, the poles could be drawn, in their entirety, out of the carriers, or lowered to clear doorways, just in case they’d need that.

Once satisfied, those carriers went into storage, and the suit through another round of cleaning and care. After that, dinner. And plenty of chatter about the upcoming parade while they ate. In fact, when Pyrrha told her teammates that she was going to attend, they themselves decided that, given the fact that they didn’t have plans for that weekend to begin with, why not go with Pyrrha and Team RWBY?

While Nora and Ren had at least heard about the parades, Jaune hadn’t. Still, couldn’t hurt to go, could it?

And, as it turned out, find out what exactly it was that Team RWBY had in their bags the day prior.

On that same note, Pyrrha was still pondering a suit of her own… before an idea struck her; What about a corset top and pants? Might even make it strapless.

As she gave it some thought, she decided that, yep, that’d probably draw the least questions from the rest of her team. And anyone at Beacon, really.

And so, with a trip to Prismatic Desires, she had herself an order. And a surprise for her teammates, no doubt, for later. And a gateway? Hopefully? That’d more parts depend on how they’d receive the parade, though… Hopefully well?

And what better way to finish the day than in Team RWBY’s dorm room, with another watch party, and some chatter following their cooldown, starting with a musing from Ruby;

“So I’ve been thinking, with the masks and all… That hypnotic stuff lasted, what, minutes?”

“And use the masks to just continuously dose it?” Blake replied.

“Yeah.”

And then a smile from Blake. “Extended session, huh?”

“Maybe…”

“You know…” Pyrrha started, before pausing for a bit once they were all ears. “...About that day…”

And now their eyes as well.

“...I could bring my mask.”

She couldn’t be serious.

“For that stuff?” Ruby added.

“Yeah.”

Full submission, huh… and with a hand in her crotch at the thought of so completely giving herself up, body and mind both, to Team RWBY.

And any of Team RWBY would be lying if they said they weren’t excited at the prospect… enamored, even.

Just those thoughts would end up being another round of orgasms for them all, and no doubt yet again color their dreams. For all of them, perhaps, this time.

With showers and laundry done and over with, Team RWBY again put themselves through dry spells.

The fires burned them oh so lovingly. And they could not wait.

Their sleep? Peaceful. Hot, though they did wake up in the middle of the night again with much the same problems as prior, and similar soreness the following morning as well.

That still didn’t stop their shock therapy. Or Coco seeing, again.

Still, she blushed…

Was sexual stimulation really that normal for them? So… Casual?

If only she knew the inferno that within them burned.

Breakfast passed mostly without event, besides some new rumors of little note and questionable validity at best. Not to mention promptly forgotten during the following classes.

Once they were over with however, they all had their commissions ready to pick up, and so off they went to Prismatic Desires once more. Team RWBY for their belts, bags, and cuffs, and Pyrrha for her clothing.

Better yet: The flags had arrived in Team RWBY’s mailbox once they got back, and mere minutes later were attached to all four poles.

As for Pyrrha, however, she decided to surprise her team with her new outfit, and so put it on in Team RWBY’s dorm room.

Once it was on, however, she noted one thing above all else;

“It’s really comfortable.”

“Imagine what wearing a full suit must feel like.” Weiss added.

“Nothing short of amazing?”

“Yep. And really, even if just one item in my daily outfit were made of latex, my socks perhaps, it would brighten my day considerably, even if I couldn’t see them. The feeling itself is enough.”

And within not even ten seconds, she looked back at her two gloves where she had laid them out on a chair behind herself.

They seemed almost too perfect for such a change… until her weapon was factored in.

Beyond them, she couldn’t really think of much that’d work, besides a band opposing her golden one on her right arm.

After some more consideration, she might just have to look into that. Anyway.

Once she had spent some more time admiring herself and adjusting her clothes, she decided to walk over to her dorm room, and enter.

Didn’t exactly take her team long to spot the cropped top that she was wearing, and the pants.

All the while they stared, she simply grabbed a book, and sat down to read.

Not a wrinkle in sight anywhere, and it shone like nothing else. Jaune swore he could see hints of his own reflection off that outfit, even.

Which drove a question;

“What are you wearing?”

“Clothes I just bought.”

“But… what is it?”

“The material?”

“Yeah.”

“Latex.”

“Latex?”

“You thought dishwashing gloves was all they did with it?”

“Wait. You’re telling me…”

“Yup.”

And with that, his brain stopped working.

“...I’m going to guess you’ll wear that to the parade?” Ren quizzed.

“That was the idea.” Pyrrha answered.

...Jaune might not be ready for this, unlike previously thought.

“Is it just for the occasion, or…?” Ren then asked.

“Somewhat? Though they do feel nice, I’ll admit.”

What she wouldn’t admit was the embers it kept hot.

“Huh.” Ren concluded.

Nora was perhaps a little more curious, and did have fidgety fingers.

Which Pyrrha noticed, before nodding.

And with that, Nora poked her corset… and then again, and slowly dragged her finger along its surface.

Smooth.

“I do wonder… You’ll feel slaps in that, right?”

“About as well as if you were naked.”

Woah.

...and she was blushing.

Then again, it was skintight…

But so smooth.

And so she rubbed her finger over its surface again.

No wonder why Pyrrha liked it.

And she just let Nora touch as she read through her book.

“Just a question.” Ren again started.

“Hm?”

“What about washing?”

“It’s a bit of an art. Maybe I should show you later?”

“Sure.”

“Can I see?” Nora added, finger off Pyrrha’s clothes at this point.

“If you want to.” Pyrrha replied with a smile.

All the while, Jaune could barely take his eyes off… nor contain a blush.

He really wasn’t ready for the parade.

Meanwhile, Team RWBY had dressed up in their own suits for that same feeling, and proceeded to continue their day inside the dorm room wearing them.

And while in the midst of studies, a knock.

“It’s Coco.”

And so Ruby answered.

...only for Coco to promptly blush as she saw what Ruby was wearing.

Not much later, she was inside.

While she thought she’d be more confident than last time, those shining suits completely nullified all of it.

Especially when she saw the other three in theirs, deep in their studies.

“...Where did you get them?”

Ruby just pointed at her collar. “Same place.”

Hold on.

“They do that too?”

“Yup.”

Huh…

However, only a few minutes of browsing their site later, Pyrrha entered.

Yet another blush.

Not much later, Pyrrha decided, in order to not completely break Coco, to change in one of Team RWBY’s closets.

Yet, Coco just… stared at the closed door, until Pyrrha emerged, a bit later, back in her usual armor, her latex clothes bagged, and left the dorm room.

Just what had she been missing? For how long? How did Pyrrha get in on this?

“Are you going to the parade?” Ruby then asked to break the ice.

At that, Coco looked up from a momentary distraction on her scroll.

She knew of, and had seen, lots of those parades prior, but had attended none.

“Um…”

“Haven’t decided?”

“Yeah. Are you?”

“Yep. Team JNPR too.”

Maybe she should too?

“Wanna come with?”

“Uh… Sure? But…”

“I’m sure your team wouldn’t mind. It’ll be fun.”

...She could just ask them.

“Maybe I should.” she returned with a smile… before her original question came to her, along with another blush; “By the way, um…”

Ruby just listened.

“...Are you really doing it? You know, in the bathrooms?”

“What, do you want a demonstration?” Yang offered.

Another blush. “N-N-No!... I mean…”

“That you don’t really believe it?”

“...Y-Yeah… It’s just…”

Yang just raised her ringed hand up to underline her offer. Touch shock this time.

And for a moment, Coco was stunned.

Was she serious?

“Say the word and I’ll do it.” Yang continued.

...was she?!

“...A-And if I say yes?”

With that, Yang put her pencil down and stood up, heading for the atomizer.

Coco just stared in disbelief.

With one canister change, Yang picked up the mask, and took a hit. Dry spell.

After which she grabbed a chair, walked up to Coco, sat down, and pushed the touchshock ring against her chin.

Her reaction was practically immediate, bodily, and soon to follow were moans.

Coco, meanwhile, was blushing a deep red. Not to mention her racing heart at what was happening right before her.

Without fault, Yang kept the ring to her chin, her moans only intensifying as she neared orgasm.

And Ruby didn’t even blink…

Nor did her remaining teammates.

Not much later, Yang hit her climax, her ring still firmly planted against her chin.

Needless to say, the resulting aheago and quaking of Yang’s entire body in reaction to that orgasm were doing things for Coco.

And yet Yang’s ringed hand didn’t falter. She didn’t even pull it back until her orgasm was through with entirely.

Yang, needless to say, was panting a bit afterwards.

One thing just sat in Coco’s mind.

They really, really didn’t mind.

“So? Need more?” Yang asked Coco.

More?!

“U-Uh…”

Yang just waited for an answer.

Coco, meanwhile, hadn’t realized it, but her mouth had been agape practically that entire time. And it still was.

Was this a dream? A joke? Something? Had that really just happened?

Just how daring were they?!

“Um…”

“No?” Yang returned.

“I…”

Again, Yang waited.

“Can I… ask you something?”

“Sure. Go ahead.”

“...What else do you do?”

Yang took a lungful of air.

That could only mean one thing: A lot.

“Let’s see. We’ve gone down on eachother, do so pretty much daily, masturbate in the bathrooms in the morning, BDSM as you might see, masturbate in bed before falling asleep… Am I forgetting anything?” she replied before musing, looking towards Ruby.

“Weiss’ hands are pretty familiar with my rear…”

“Oh yeah. Should do that to Blake sometime.”

“Is that a threat?” she returned.

“It’s a promise.”

“Better be.”

Causing Yang to just chuckle.

Coco, just like before, was left speechless.

If at all there were doubts that this was another world entirely… well, those were gone now.

And really?

She kinda wanted to come to this world more often.

...wait.

She did have her vibration ring on…

Which she soon looked over.

“We have towels just in case.” Yang offered, knowing just about exactly where this would go.

Again, Coco’s words were null.

...but Yang had just orgasmed right in front of her without so much as a hint of hesitation.

Maybe…

“S-Sure…”

Quickly fetched.

Ruby, at this point, went back to her own studies.

But Coco remained hesitant.

“No need to worry about your modesty, by the way, if that’s your concern.”

“You… Really?”

Yang raised her ringed hand towards Coco again. “I orgasmed in front of you.”

Good point…

Not much later, she shimmied her bottoms down.

On cue, Yang went back to her studies to give Coco some room.

Not much later, low moans could be heard from her.

And slowly, they got louder as she got more confident.

Within a few minutes, she herself orgasmed into the towel.

And really, having seen Yang just do that?

It had set her off like nothing else.

After her first, she looked up to the four, still in their studies.

And then down at the soaked towel.

“D-Do you mind if I…”

“Go as many rounds as you want. If you need toys, just ask.” Weiss answered.

Toys?!

Actually.

“M-Maybe… Vibrators? Please?”

Cue Weiss standing up and picking out a collection, for her to pick from.

Bullet vibrator this time, inserted up against her G spot.

Right after that, another round.

Casual as could be, towards both themselves and others.

She could probably even be naked in here and they wouldn’t bat an eye.

All that imagery just helped her confidence build.

Almost made it feel as if holding back was silly.

Not much later, she had her second orgasm.

She didn’t even ask about a third round, however. She just went right ahead.

All the while, only some meters away, Team RWBY just kept going with their studies, punctuating Coco’s moans with the flipping of pages and the gentle scratches of pencils.

Truly, a world within which Coco could just lose herself to pleasure at no consequence.

Her third orgasm shortly followed.

At this point, she didn’t care that she was doing this in front of Team RWBY anymore.

It felt good to let off steam. That’s what was important.

Yeah. She should probably come here later, even if just for this. Not to mention that, here, she was able to set herself completely free, as opposed to having to hold back.

However, she should probably bring her own towels in the future instead of borrowing from Team RWBY.

On that note, she pulled out her scroll and took a brief look through her contacts list… before looking up;

“Hey, uh…”

“What’s up?” Ruby answered.

“Not to be flirtatious, but could I have your number?”

Ruby just walked over with her scroll open to its contact sharing app.

Once Coco opened up the one on hers, she tapped her scroll to Ruby’s, and with that shared their contacts.

All the while she still held the remote for the vibrator still inside her, though she had turned it off. Ruby didn’t even bat an eye. Not like Coco cared at this point either.

And truth be told, she was still heaving for air and recovering after all that.

Given some minutes and some more browsing on her scroll, she finally closed it, pulled the bullet out, and wrapped up. However;

“What about this?” she quizzed the four others in the room, while holding said bullet up.

“We’ll take care of it. Just leave it on the towel.”

And so she did, and promptly thanked them and left.

For a bit, she thought about what she’d done in there. What she would do again.

There was but one word that described how it felt being able to just do that:

Liberating.

...what was that thing with the mask anyway?

Meanwhile, Pyrrha, having just finished washing and caring for her new clothes, entered Team RWBY’s dorm room… and promptly noticed the soaked towel.

“Did I miss anything interesting?”

“Coco.” Weiss answered.

“Coco?”

“Yep. She’s visited us a few times.” Ruby added.

Pyrrha just looked back to the soaked towel.

“Yang’s on a dry spell currently. Shocked an orgasm out of herself to prove a point to her, which led to that.”

“Then there was the time you lent her a ring of yours.” Blake chimed in.

“Yep.”

“And all because of a few answers.” Yang herself added.

“Makes me wonder what she was asking.” Pyrrha mused.

“She was curious about my shock ring. Then one thing led to another, and then another, until it ended with me, after I let her try all my rings on, lending her my vibration ring for a bit.” Ruby replied.

“She wasn’t in a hurry with it either.” Blake commented.

“Considering the fact that she was wearing her own vibration ring by dinner, we can guess how it went.” Yang continued.

Amazing, probably.

“I guess some answers were just too good for her, considering the doubts and disbelief she came back with. Hence the dry spell and touchshock.”

“What was she doubting, if I may ask?” Pyrrha quizzed.

“Our morning routine.”

“With the rings?”

“Yup.”

“If only I could.”

“Hopefully soon? You know.”

“Hopefully…”

Considering it was time for another watch party at this point, Team RWBY again wrapped up their studies, and then undressed. Only seconds after they’d finished doing so, they had their lungfuls of aphrodisiac on board, and on went the watch party, and suit cleanup afterwards.

Come dinner, even more parade chatter would unfold. Even a few questions from Nora as to where she could get something like what Pyrrha wore, but neither Pyrrha’s nor Team RWBY’s responses changed, much to Nora’s disappointment. Jaune, however, had a question of his own;

“Will there be a lot of that stuff at the parade?”

“A pretty hefty portion of the parade will have it, yes.”

Too late to turn back now, wasn’t it.

All the while, Coco had asked her own teammates about it, and they were down. Which meant prep work.

The rest of their dinners and nights would pass without any notable events, besides of course parade chatter all around, as well as planning and looking at places they could visit, which is about the time when Nora discovered a cake bakery, and pretty much fell in love.

That chatter continued even after they entered their dorm rooms, and up until their bedtime, such was the excitement.

As for Team RWBY, unlike the two days prior, they managed to sleep the whole night this time, without waking up to an inferno in the middle of it. Which also meant no morning soreness.

After their shock therapy was done, as well as a blush put on Coco’s face, they headed for breakfast. Unlike so many other times, it wasn’t entirely without event.

This time, there was an announcement;

“Due to the upcoming rainbow parade, attendance after noon tomorrow will be optional to help students’ preparations for the parade.”

So tomorrow was half a day, and the day after a full one. Didn’t even take words for Team RWBY and Pyrrha to decide exactly on which day to put their plans into action.

With that, they decided to make a shopping list for their hypnosis recipe, and mix it once they returned.

Activation was quick, but could be quicker if anesthetic was mixed in, noted the recipe.

As for testing? Pyrrha decided to give herself a dose.

Unlike anything but the aphrodisiac, it had a kick, though not nearly as strong. Shortly afterwards, Pyrrha felt a gentle fade and what could best be described as a momentary “fraying” of her senses; Double vision, muffled hearing, slurred speech, trouble staying upright, and weird tingles, pinches, and heat and cold all over her body, all at once. Only for a few seconds, however, but she still decided to sit down, and Ruby in front of her.

Five minutes later, once it had reached full effect, Ruby gave her but one command;

“Sleep.”

And out Pyrrha was like a light.

More than that, she had a feeling of comfort in her. Almost as if she was floating along on soft clouds.

However, rather than leave her slumped over, Ruby opted to carry her to the bed, and put her down, and let her sleep.

As for the recipe, once it reached max potency, functional time was only ten minutes. But those ten minutes were plenty enough to cover a lot of stuff until the effects started to subside.

Pyrrha came to an hour later, with a hint of grog, but still plenty refreshed.

“How’d you sleep?” Ruby asked.

“Pretty well. I didn’t expect it to be so immediate. I heard your word, and then nothing.”

“I was pretty surprised too. If you weren’t sitting, I probably wouldn’t have caught you.”

Her teammates had all seen it too, and they were no less surprised.

...and to think the time to full potency with anesthetic was a minute at most…

On that note, and with a glance at the canister loaded into the atomizer, whose contents were a dark, barely translucent pinkish purple, she had another thought.

Since their masks had two canisters, one on each side, would loading one with this and another with anesthetic work, or did they need to be mixed into the same canister? Did she need any more than just enough anesthetic in the second canister to last through the other substance’s activation?

Whatever the answer, the blueprints and the recipe for what was currently loaded into the atomizer would hopefully tell her more.

While it did answer questions, it didn’t answer all of them. It did however answer the most important one, though; Whatever the two canisters’ contents were, they would mix, and so would the effects of whatever was in them.

Even if this was useless information, she still filed it away in her head.

After a few stretches on Pyrrha’s part to wake herself up, it was time for another watch party. They had gone through quite a bit of the collection, too.

After which came discussions of plans for just what they might do tomorrow after noon.

Which is when Pyrrha had an idea;

“Yang?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you remember your suggestion?”

“That we be yours?”

“Yep.”

“I’m down.”

A look towards her teammates earned her a few responses.

Starting with Blake; “As if I would say no.”

“Don’t think I would either.” Ruby chimed in.

“Make that none of us.” Weiss concluded.

And with that, tomorrow was decided.

As for more parade prep, an idea came to them.

Since they now had belts that they could attach stuff to, why not riding crops for effect? And of course for later use.

Not that those took more than all of a few minutes to get. However, when they did visit, they spotted Coco, who was picking up a choker and her own riding crop for the parade.

Perhaps the most surprising to Coco was Pyrrha’s presence, and the fact that she had bought an outfit to wear to the parade, as she was later told.

While Coco didn’t really plan to wear anything in particular, it certainly was at least inspiring her to go further than she already had with the crop and choker. And so, she again went to browse, both to look stuff through and to try to get ideas.

As for her choker, it was a narrow black band with her emblem on its front and a buckle on the back, both electroplated the same brown as her regular clothing. Overall, pretty subtle.

While she stayed behind after Team RWBY and Pyrrha left, she didn’t stay behind for very long, her browsing having turned up relatively little in terms of both things to get and ideas she could use. Not none, however, so she might just return.

On the way home, between the five, there was some discussion on what might unfold tomorrow and the day after. And then the parade, of course, and where to go during it. In fact, those discussions lasted until they parted ways into each of their dorm rooms, though not for long since dinner shortly followed.

Plenty uneventful, besides the fact that Coco still had her new choker on, as Team RWBY and Pyrrha noticed.

And then back to their dorm rooms, the remainder of their evening a mix between studies, chatter, planning, and entertainment. Oh, and mentions of excitement for what was to come after noon tomorrow.

While Coco still blushed when she noticed them in the bathrooms the following morning, they had done this five days in a row, and she knew pretty well at this point that they weren’t being dishonest. Was she going to tell anyone else? Nope.

Nor were they going to tell her what their afternoons would bring.

Before even that point, during breakfast, Pyrrha stated that she’d not be attending dinner, and probably not lunch either, all down to being out with Team RWBY, and understandably so, given the freedom and of course the prep window.

So, come noon and their leave from campus to fetch said lunch, she turned to them with a smile;

“Do we start now?”

“So long as you’re not gonna cause us public indecency charges.” Weiss replied, with a smile.

Pyrrha just giggled. “Oh, no, I won’t. I’ll make sure to behave.”

“Because I’m oh so sure that my dad would be absolutely ecstatic when he hears about it.” Weiss returned, with plenty of jest in her tone.

“I’m sure my mother would be just as happy.”

“Or dad.” Yang added.

“He’d kill us!” Ruby said, though her comment was probably the most honest one of them all so far.

“Us both. And then our teammates.”

“And not me?” Pyrrha quizzed.

“He would, but I don’t know if you’d be last or first.”

Another giggle.

“My parents would probably turn as white as ghosts.” Blake commented, also smiling.

Despite the humor, what they said was pretty true; If any of this got out, it would be nothing short of explosive.

Either way, they soon found lunch at a place with subs, wraps and salads, and spent most of their time there chatting about pretty much whatever.

Given some rather hefty meals, they were as prepared as they could be, going into Team RWBY’s dorm room.

Once that door was locked, all limits were practically out the window. First order of business? Strip. Except for Pyrrha, who chose to wear her latex outfit for this, and borrow a crop. Next order of business? Buttplugs, remote ones, all connected to Pyrrha’s scroll.

For about an hour, Team RWBY studied, all while Pyrrha watched and listened to their reactions as their buttplugs were messed with, and eventually allocated patterns.

Needless to say, just that yielded a few orgasms, and lots of brain fog. While it did make studying hard, it didn’t make it impossible, and so Team RWBY kept going, even as that hour devolved to Pyrrha trying to distract whoever was most productive.

Once their books were closed, all of them were pushed to their max, and kept there until the team had each orgasmed thrice more.

With their warmups, as Pyrrha called them, over with, she paired them up. Ruby and Weiss, and Blake and Yang. Their duties? Fill each other to the point of overflow.

Which served as the perfect time for Yang to introduce Blake’s rear to both of her hands, earning plenty of laughter on the first hit from Blake.

“What’s wrong?” Yang asked in tease. “I said it was a promise.”

“I know, shut up!” Blake answered, just laughing harder at the question.

Neither Ruby nor Weiss could help but smile, with said smile, for Weiss, soon colored by pain as Ruby likewise spanked her.

Pyrrha, meanwhile, had another idea, and fetched a couple more riding crops, for each pair.

What was spanking previously now became flogging. And their shins took many of those hits.

All the while they worked, Pyrrha decided to simply sit back and enjoy the show with a couple toys to herself. Oh, and of course some lovely patterns to motivate the team.

About an hour in, she heard a ping on Ruby’s scroll, from Coco. Pyrrha decided she’d tell Ruby about it once they were done following her orders.

And once they were, she decided to call a short intermission before a watch party, just to help them all recover. Just one more thing;

“Ruby?” Pyrrha started.

“Yeah?”

“Coco sent you a message.”

And so she checked.

She wanted to know if they were present at the dorm.

While they were, they were busy. That was the reply that Coco got.

“Can I ask what with?”

“You know.”

And with that, more imagery for Coco.

Still, thirty minutes down, another watch party. They didn’t care for how sore they were, none of them wanted to stop.

Once that watch party was over, they were, suffice to say, pretty well and truly demolished.

About time for pizza, Pyrrha thought. Very much agreed with by Team RWBY.

And so, orders.

“What do you want?” Pyrrha asked.

“Seafood.” Blake practically cut in.

Perhaps surprised by the suddenness, Weiss looked towards her for a second, before pointing to her and looking back to Pyrrha; “That. Maybe a hint spicy?”

“Whatever the best meat option is, and plenty spicy.” Yang decided.

“Same, just without the spice.” was what her sister decided on.

As for Pyrrha herself, that would be a pretty hefty mix of vegetables and meat.

And with that, their order was placed. With plenty of soda to accompany the order, breadsticks, sauce, the works.

All of which showed up about fifteen minutes later, right to Team RWBY’s dorm room door. Which Pyrrha took and paid for, the crack in the door as minimal as it could be made for obvious reasons.

Needless to say, all five of them were eager to dig in, and they sure would. The pizzas were fire baked, after all.

Again, a very welcome intermission, and loads of chatter. And of course a few lovely aftershocks in each of them to remind them of the previous nearly six hours. And even through the soreness, they loved it, and wanted more.

Suffice to say, however, they would probably all wake up sore tomorrow, and probably feel like hell the day following that.

Still, with some delicious recharge in the form of food and drinks down, they kept going.

This time around?

Eating Pyrrha out in turns, all with vibrators inside them set on pretty high, and condoms on their cocks. Besides that, no touching, besides hugging onto Pyrrha’s legs for stability.

For four more hours.

Once that was up, they went back to their food and finished what leftovers they had, before starting to clean up.

Needless to say, this was the messiest their room had ever been, but it was oh so heavenly to accomplish.

This time, however, rather than cold showers, they opted for hot. Their bodies needed it.

Likewise a deviation from Team RWBY’s norm was that, this time, they went to bed, and crashed practically outright.

And their sleep that night was some of the best they had ever had.

And the following morning probably their worst in terms of soreness. They weren’t about to let that stop them, however.

Coco did however notice their soreness in the bathrooms, and sent Ruby a message shortly afterwards.

“Bad sleep?”

“Try going at it for an entire day yourself.”

Oh.

...yep. That would stick.

Still, breakfast as always, was good. Again, Pyrrha wouldn’t be present for lunch, for much the same reasons. As for her not walking straight? That might just come true, and moreso than she realized. Not that that knocked her excitement any.

Still, plenty large servings for them, and then right to Team RWBY’s dorm room. And of course a heads up that Pyrrha wouldn’t be there for either lunch or dinner, again.

While the reason for it was similar, it was also the exact opposite of the day prior. Not that Pyrrha would ever tell her teammates.

The very first difference?

The fact she brought her own mask along for this.

Promptly loaded with the hypnotic substance, and put on.

Just like before, it kicked. And then it was just to wait.

All the while she waited, Ruby rolled around in her head what exactly she wanted to do to her. There were a few ideas in her teammates’ heads, too.

First and foremost, however, from Ruby;

“This spell, and all its changes, will last only for the remainder of today.”

And with that, they could begin proper.

“Gentle, slow caresses will cause your mind to slowly melt, until it is mush, and effectively off. Time without them will slowly revert the effect, until you return to normal.”

Pyrrha’s response was merely silence and a smile visible in her cheeks, making it plenty obvious to Ruby it had made it through. Not that she needed the confirmation, but she still decided to gently pat Pyrrha’s head for a few seconds before she stood, for Weiss to have her turn.

Even though still a bit hazy from the pats, Pyrrha was still all ears for Weiss’ command;

“Being told not to speak makes you unable to, until you are either allowed to, or told directly, to speak.”

Still the same reaction, and still some remaining mental haze. Next up, Blake;

“Any pain you feel will become pleasure. Your clitoris, holes, nipples and tongue will also be five times as sensitive.”

Why the tongue? Because Blake was planning to order some spicy food for her later.

After her came Yang.

“Any sudden grope, anywhere on your body, will make you feel a shock that’s double the power of shock rings.”

While the others thought, Weiss took a second turn;

“In our presence, your heat will increase constantly, though slowly. Only orgasms that we cause can cool you down.”

And then Blake took her second;

“Your chin, when held up by any of us, will cause your thoughts to be only of the person holding it up, and cause you to be unable to focus on anything else but pleasing them.”

And then Ruby;

“If you are told what something tastes like, that something will taste exactly like what you were told it tastes like.”

Next up, Yang.

“Any finger snaps from us will make you feel the same shock as shock rings, and divert your attention to the one who snapped their fingers.”

With one such right after from Weiss:

“Ah!”

Shortly followed by Pyrrha looking at her.

And then another from Yang, to much the same effect.

All the while, Blake had found a riding crop to keep on hand.

With those commands in her head, her mask was removed, and Pyrrha left to cool down off the substance.

Meanwhile, Team RWBY undressed and prepared a few toys for later.

Once the effects on Pyrrha had worn off, she likewise undressed.

Right after she finished it, there was a snap from Yang, and the response was exactly as expected.

With her head turned towards Yang, she got another simple order; Yang’s finger over her own mouth.

And just like that, Pyrrha was mute, though did smile.

Next up, Yang pointed a finger at her own length. “Let’s see how impressive you are when speechless.”

Right after a small chuckle at the pun, she went right to Yang, and to work.

Not much later, Yang grabbed her head, and started thrusting it down on her length. Pretty harshly, too.

With just a tiny moment of gentleness punctuating Yang’s grab as a reward.

Soon added to with Yang’s seed as she hit orgasm, all the while she still kept going, fully intent on giving Pyrrha all that this orgasm would milk out of her.

Next up, Blake, with a snap of her own fingers, with an index pointing to the floor in front of her right after.

Once Pyrrha crawled over, Blake put a finger under her chin, and pushed her head up, as well as her gaze, to meet her own eyes.

“Use your hands, and make sure you coat your face.”

Right to work. Not that she could think about anything else at the moment.

Even as a clit pinch came from behind her out of nowhere, followed by a loud moan of pleasure from Pyrrha, and some shaking in her legs.

And an oh so beautiful expression reflecting that wave of pleasure on her face, visible to Blake. Might just have to reward her with something later.

But that would come only after she had done as she had been ordered to; Make a mess. A delicious one, no less.

Not that that took too long, what with Pyrrha’s eagerness and focus, with Blake motioning Pyrrha to continue on through her own climax the best she could, only motioning Pyrrha to stop once her throbbing subsided.

Lovely as her coating was, it could be better;

“Tell me, Pyrrha. What’s your favorite taste?”

“And if I don’t pick favorites?”

“Well then, what do you like? Candy floss, maybe?”

“Wouldn’t turn it down.”

“Fetch a gag and we’ll see about that.”

Didn’t take her long to get one, and for Blake to strike her rear with the riding crop she had gotten ready earlier, the replies nothing short of moans of pleasure.

Once she had the gag with her, Blake put it on.

As much as it tasted like leather currently, Blake’s following words turned that on its head;

“What if I told you that it’s supposed to taste just like candy floss?”

And so it did, a smile coming to Pyrrha not much later, along with a bit of licking at the gag to just enjoy its new taste.

Punctuated by a jump and the accompanying pleasure from two firm gropes on Pyrrha’s hips to pull her closer, followed shortly by a kiss on her clitoris.

And then a slow rub where she had been groped, eventually going up to Pyrrha’s breasts, her mind’s mild mush only seeming to make the pleasure that cut through it shortly after stronger still, even if just due to contrast, when both her nipples were pinched, and held… and then continuously squeezed until Pyrrha hit orgasm from the sheer overload of pleasure.

She might just not be able to keep herself together during lunch…

Next up, however, Blake sat Pyrrha down on her own lap, again with some gentle rubs up and down her sides, all the while she lapped and kissed Pyrrha’s face all over to clean her own mess off.

All of course helping melt Pyrrha’s mind until it was no more. Barely so much as anything but a smile of deep, warm comfort.

Once Blake was satisfied, she pulled Pyrrha up just enough for her length to slide between her folds, and then thrust her back down onto it, resulting in yet another loving moan out of Pyrrha, blank as her mind was.

For a bit, she let her simply sit there and feel the throbbing. Though only for about a minute before she started to thrust into her.

If at all her moans hadn’t been lovely before, they for sure were now, and would continue to be for quite a while.

Perfect material for Blake’s teammates, too. And of course lots of incentive to practically run a train on her once Blake was done.

Which was something that became true only minutes later, and, owing to the sensitivity, practically broke Pyrrha’s mind.

And it lasted until lunch, by which time she was, while still standing, shaky as all hell and yearning for water. And food, too, of course.

Hearty burritos for all of them, with a generous amount of spice for Pyrrha. Which normally wouldn’t bother her, except for the fact that the burn pretty directly translated, and fivefold, to pleasure. Her panting was pretty much constant due to that, to say the least.

But in all honesty? She loved it. She loved how intense it was compared to otherwise. Not to mention the orgasms that came to her throughout her meal from its spice alone, that water only seemed to amplify.

As for lunch itself, with it came intermission for them, rounding it out to a good hour before they again started, with the accumulated heat at this point practically torching Pyrrha where she sat.

However, for a bit, Team RWBY left her to her own masturbatory devices, just to let it build, complete with toys.

For half an hour, they let her heat rise as they themselves had their way with one another, before they turned their attention to her.

This began with a snap of Weiss’ fingers, to draw Pyrrha’s attention to herself and Ruby.

Didn’t take them long to penetrate her twice, and for Weiss, who took Pyrrha’s rear, to take a firm hold of her hair with both hands, all the while Ruby held her, and her legs, up with her own.

Suffice to say, the following orgasm for Pyrrha again shattered her mind, for not the first time, nor the last, of today. And if not for having her lips locked with Ruby, it would’ve been aheago all over again. Not that that was hard to guess either, what with Pyrrha’s loud moaning despite the muffling.

With her holes again full, Blake and Yang had their turn, this time with Blake in her rear, and likewise holding her hair. Much the same results, too; An unrelenting tsunami of mindbreaking pleasure for Pyrrha, and lots and lots of fuel for the inferno for all of them. And nobody, besides maybe Coco, had any idea about what happened in Team RWBY’s dorm room, though not even she knew that Pyrrha was involved in all of it. As for the rest of Team JNPR, all they knew was that Pyrrha happened to like latex enough to buy something for the parade.

Never would they, or anyone, even think that that same woman, a world renowned fighter no less, absolutely and utterly loved what was happening to her right now, nevermind that she would ever suggest, not to mention submit herself to, such a thing.

And yet, here she was, her holes burning with pleasure and overflowing with seed, her lips locked to Yang’s, and her mind and body both screaming out in unending hunger for more. Which all of Team RWBY were all too willing to provide.

And provide they did in spades for several more hours, until another intermission halfway to dinner, this time for thirty minutes.

For almost all of it, Pyrrha spent that on the bed, laying atop Ruby, who herself just slowly combed her fingers through Pyrrha’s hair, her palms following right behind with gentle rubs, ending in an almost kneading motion just above her forehead, before Ruby’s hands retreated back to where they had began, and repeated what they had just done.

The resulting mush that Pyrrha’s brain became could, if she were more tired, have easily lulled her to deep sleep right then and there. Instead, she had what was probably the best nap of her life, and definitely her comfiest.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, then, was that it took Pyrrha almost five whole minutes to just realize that Ruby had stopped, nevermind the fact that their thirty minute intermission was up.

Once she did and looked around, a prompt pinch on both nipples from Ruby woke her right up, only to find the fire in herself already burning brightly, though unbearably so. As for continuing, her moans from those pinches were signal enough.

First up: Ruby, with a 69, and savoring Pyrrha, with her sensitivity hike, the best she could, as well as all the spoils and mess that that sensitivity would bring.

Mute or not, Pyrrha dutifully earned and swallowed Ruby’s load, that being promptly followed up by those of Ruby’s teammates as they took their turn with Pyrrha in the same position her and Ruby had just been in.

With that “warmup” done, the four decided to again look through their studies, with Pyrrha below the table to help them throughout.

Once Weiss finished hers, she looked to Pyrrha, and rolled a few ideas around in her head for what to follow up with… before an idea struck her.

She was flexible, wasn’t she?

And, to test just that, she leaned forward to see if she’d at all manage to kiss the tip of her own length. And sure enough, she managed, and quite generously… before she pushed her length as far into her own mouth as she could. She managed about halfway.

Didn’t take her long to go from there to blowing herself without pause, the other three keeping their eyes on her as she went. Masturbation to that, and Pyrrha’s work, was pretty much a given for the two not being serviced by her.

Not much later, Weiss’ teammates and Pyrrha joined Weiss on the bed for another threeway, though not including Weiss herself. And she didn’t mind, either; Blowing herself felt good, and the taste of her own seed was delicious. Better yet was that the threeway happening between the other four was an excellent motivator for her.

By the end of that hour, Pyrrha was once again overflowing, again with the seed of Weiss’ teammates mixed in every hole, and Weiss having swallowed several of her own loads, as well as having gone through plenty of aura to keep her spine pain free.

Regardless of that, however, she still stretched after she stood to make sure it wouldn’t come back to bite her later.

After that, dinner. Burgers this time.

Before they even ordered, however, Pyrrha had already decided what she wanted: Something that’d burn, and burn good. Needless to say, Blake couldn’t help but stare at Pyrrha in surprise, before clarifying to Blake that she simply loved the intensity of just the experience that spiciness brought her in this state, and all of that independently from the accompanying pleasure. To the point that even Yang, who usually was the one who ordered the hottest thing at any given table, was surprised by Pyrrha’s picks; Pepper, white and black galore, fresh chili, and sauce that seemed to derive from red curry, all mixed in with a bunch of vegetables to balance out the taste, including bits of onion and garlic, and sided with an accompaniment of chili poppers in place of french fries to top it off.

Suffice to say, her very first bite on that burger once it arrived was like an odd combination of heaven and hell, and her reaction was almost immediate; An audible exhale, and thighs firmly closed. And of course Team RWBY kept their eyes on her.

Promptly, bite two, and a smile. If not for the conversion of pain to pleasure, she would probably have ran for milk halfway through the first bite, but now? She hadn’t even touched her soda, nor did she really want to yet. This was simply too good.

Bite three. Still she smiled, this time also panting a hint, thanks to the extra sensitivity.

Soon enough, bite four. Her smile at this point had faded, owing to the burn in her body, and the waves of pleasure that the spice brought.

With bite five down, she paused for a sip of soda, but only to aid the burn on her tongue, in order to push herself into orgasm only a few seconds later from just that burn alone.

Once her orgasm subsided, she went right back to her burger. After all, she wanted more of this. All that the burger and her chosen side could give her.

Which was, to say, several orgasms over the course of just those twenty minutes that it took her to finish her meal, with a few following via masturbation while the heat remained on her tongue.

By the half hour mark, she finally took her pause to recover until dinner was up.

Thankfully, too, since next up was a watch party, with aphrodisiac and all, and that for a couple hours.

After that, she got a dry spell, cuffs, a blindfold, a gag, a couple bars, and plenty of rope to keep her tied up against a closet door. That would be shortly followed by vibrators, dildos, and tape; One bullet each for her nipples, another for her clitoris, and two dildos, both vibrating ones, for each of her two holes.

With that done, Blake merely kissed the gag, and left her a few words;

“I hope that chili taste in the gag helps.~”

Following that, the five vibrators in and on her were slowly turned from off to their maximum, before Pyrrha was left alone for the remainder of the day. That is, just above one hour.

All the while she shook and moaned, Team RWBY cleaned up the dorm room in preparation to go to sleep, and of course do a round of laundry, all with some auditory entertainment in the background. Not that it was exactly easy to ignore, nor the itch to reward her.

Which came in the form of strikes by riding crop against Pyrrha’s rear, and they weren’t light.

Once that hour was done, and her rear flogged quite generously, the vibrators finally slowed down, and eventually came to a stop, with a prompt, quick punctuation of a final orgasm via touchshock ring from Ruby, before she undid the bondage and ropework that had held Pyrrha to the door, and as Ruby promptly discovered once she was done freeing Pyrrha, had also kept her standing.

Not that Pyrrha even cared to try to stand currently as she heaved for all the air that she could get, and practically attacked a bottle of water she was soon handed, the contents of it gone in only a couple minutes.

Gradually, however, she still rose to her feet, her hands firmly planted on whatever she could support herself against just to stay standing.

And she better recharge; She still needed a shower, as did Team RWBY for much the same reasons.

However, for now at least, she could cheat a bit; Her regular outfit was practically all metal, of which her greaves and cuisses combined probably comprised over half of the total by mass, with her corset alone making up most of the remainder.

And so, with a bit of planning, she grabbed her own pieces of armor via her polarity semblance, and took a few assisted steps around the room, leg shakiness be damned.

While it didn’t look flawless, not to mention the giveaway of two open hands, it was definitely a ton better than nothing, and at least would get her to the showers.

Where she and Team RWBY arrived a few minutes later, the shakiness in Pyrrha’s legs having been plenty helped by the blood flow that walk had stimulated. Enough to the point she could at least stand, but standing up and sitting down was still a bit of an issue. Still, that, and a hand or two from Team RWBY, were enough to get her through.

After which all they had to do was just finish the laundry, and head back, though not before Pyrrha snuck into Team RWBY’s dorm for one last touchshock orgasm by Weiss’ hand and ring to cool the accumulated heat from being near Team RWBY through both the showers and laundry.

Needless to say, sitting down on her own bed was still a massive relief for her legs.

However, she didn’t go without questions;

“Where have you been?” Jaune quizzed.

“You know about the parade.”

“You’ve been preparing all day?”

“Yup.”

“What have you been preparing?”

“Stuff. It’s secret.”

“Can you please shut up with that?”

And just like that, she was mute.

Not that that bothered her. She just smiled like an imp.

“So…?” Jaune again continued, waiting for an answer.

An answer he couldn’t get. But he didn’t know that, nor have to. Pyrrha intended to take full advantage of this.

And Jaune still didn’t realize. “What is it?”

Still no answer, and an endlessly amused Pyrrha. Especially as Jaune became less and less amused at Pyrrha’s complete silence.

Eventually, however; “Talk to me, Pyrrha.”

“You told me to shut up about it.”

Causing his own words to dawn on him, and practically slap him in the face.

He did still manage more words a few seconds later;

“Are you gonna tell me what it is?”

“Nope. You’re gonna have to wait until tomorrow.”

“Urgh…”

“It wouldn’t be a secret if I told people about it, right?”

As much as he didn’t like it… right indeed she was.

“Good point.” he then conceded with, and left it at that.

Only minutes later, Pyrrha was out like a light.

Tomorrow would be pretty big, and she better rest and recuperate at least a bit if she wanted to survive the parade after the entirety of today. The more she could rest, the better.

Despite that, she still woke up on good time, and headed for breakfast.

Even though she could currently walk just fine, her body was still practically ruinously sore. Not that Team RWBY were all that far behind on the soreness front, but considering they had spent their entire day prior on sexual stuff, that wouldn’t really surprise anyone.

What might perhaps have surprised Coco was that they had, according to her best guess based on the day prior, wrecked themselves sexually two days in a row, with the accompanying blush visible once she saw Team RWBY in the bathrooms, and deepened once Blake winked at her to confirm exactly that guess.

...which led to another message for Ruby;

“If you’re not busy, do you mind if I come around to your dorm room after breakfast?”

“Sure. Pyrrha will probably be there too.”

“Parade stuff?”

“Yup. She doesn’t mind, by the way, if you need to cool down.”

...admittedly, that wasn’t exactly a difficult guess for them to get right. Not to mention that her blushing was pretty hard to miss...

But wait. Pyrrha? She didn’t…

...she couldn’t possibly be part of that, right?

But if she was…

“Alright, I’ll be over about five to ten after breakfast.”

More than just her deepening blush, she had yet another question, this time for Pyrrha.

And, as promised, she was right over, her crop on her belt.

Perhaps the most surprising of all, besides Pyrrha’s presence, was her clothing. She looked stunning in it, too.

But before she let that distract her, she cleared her head and sat down, though first with a question for Team RWBY;

“Just out of curiosity, what is this?” she started, pointing at the atomizer.

“An atomizer.” Ruby answered.

“I saw Yang use it right before she… you know…”

“Do you remember how much of a mess she made?”

Thinking back, Coco at first thought the question was silly… before she remembered the complete lack of any mess.

“Aren’t these suits watertight?”

“Not the zippers.”

So there should have been a mess…

Wait.

“Does that answer your question?” Yang offered.

But how? How could that cause dry orgasms?

“We have the recipe for that stuff if you’re interested.”

Coco, at this point, was practically unresponsive.

Either way, Yang handed her that recipe to read over, which she did.

Even then, her disbelief didn’t fade, nor her curiosity.

“If you want to try it for yourself, you can.” Yang again offered.

Yang was however met by a head shake from Coco as she offered the mask to her after loading said dry spell substance into the atomizer.

And for a solid five minutes afterwards, Coco tried to fit the puzzle pieces together in her head… and just couldn’t. Even with repeated reads of the recipe.

“Do any of you know how this works?” she finally quizzed, in defeat.

“Nope.” Yang answered.

Again, Coco thought… though only for a few seconds.

If they didn’t know, having used that stuff, what chance did she have at guessing?

Still, there were several canisters on the table. Drawing more questions from Coco;

“What do they do? I’m assuming they’re all different?”

“Besides the one loaded, there’s an antidote to that, one that’s basically hypnosis, and another that, for completely different reasons, you’re best off not touching.”

“She’s right.” Pyrrha underlined.

“But… what is it?” Coco asked.

“If you go by the recipe, it says relaxant.” Yang returned.

“And let me tell you, that’s not at all what it is.” Pyrrha added.

“...You tried it?” Coco continued.

“I did, counter to a mountain of warnings from Weiss.”

“Warnings?” she wondered, her tone quite full of skepticism.

“Have you ever been lit on fire, only to then want to become that fire?”

Promptly resulting in confusion. “...Lit on fire?”

“Not in the literal sense.”

“Uh…”

She just looked at Coco, who still just stared back in confusion.

...speaking of her question for Pyrrha.

“...You’re not… you know…?”

“Part of what goes on here?”

“Yeah… That.”

“That’s thanks to that substance.”

...and she was blushing.

Wait.

“Really?!… Wait. Because of…?”

“Let me ask you. What are you into?” Pyrrha countered.

“Um…”

“Men or women?”

“...Women?”

“Remember the fire I just mentioned?”

“...Yeah? Why is it important?”

“I didn’t think I was into women before I had a dose of it. Minutes later, I was practically begging for help. I think you can guess what kind.”

Again, another blush… before a bulb lit in Coco’s head;

“...Is it an aphrodisiac?”

“More potent than even the gods could conceive.”

“To summarize; At first, you’d think that, yeah, this is a pretty good relaxant, since it almost knocks you out right then and there. Wait about five minutes however, and you’re basically dying to get your clothes off because of how hot you’re feeling. Give it a few more minutes, and your hands get a will of their own, and you won’t be able to stop them or hold them back. Nor yourself, a few minutes after that.” Yang added.

“I tried to resist it the best I could, but my clothes eventually felt like they were trying to burn through my skin, and that didn’t stop until I was completely naked. Similarly, I tried holding my hands back, until doing so became too painful to bear. At that point, the heat was so unbearable that I didn’t care anymore where I was, or who was watching; I had to masturbate to just try to hold the heat back, which I knew would ultimately be in vain, given how much time the aphrodisiac had left. And indeed, within minutes, I had gone from trying to hold the metaphorical fire back, to adding all the fuel to it that I could without so much as a shred of hesitation or doubt. The fact I was masturbating in front of, and being watched by, Team RWBY was no longer either shameful or embarrassing; It was helping, and it felt nothing short of heavenly. Even then, I knew that I needed more, so I asked Team RWBY for help. Thanks to it, I ended up on the floor sorer than I had ever been, and knew that that day would be the best day of my life up to that point.” She was smiling by the end, too.

And Coco could easily believe it. Four pretty girls all open to giving you the night of a lifetime?

She still had questions, however.

“What about... you know…”

“By the time I stopped holding back, I couldn’t, nor did I want to. I wanted to keep going for as long as I could… that being the rest of the hour from the point I inhaled the dose. And, if I hadn’t been so worn, I would have gone for a second dose without even hesitating.”

All the while, Coco had just eyed that canister of aphrodisiac. She kinda wanted to… but;

“Despite what you might be thinking; Don’t. Unless you’re willing to change your life and mind, permanently.” Yang warned.

“She’s right.” Pyrrha chimed in. “If you think it stops after the aphrodisiac has worn off, let me tell you; It doesn’t. The embers of that metaphorical fire stay with you, and if you’re aroused enough afterwards, even just munching food will distract your mind to other, lewder items you could be stuffing into your mouth, and possibly light a new fire.”

“Said fire will cause you to completely crumble if you’re witness to someone cheating on you.” Blake added.

For a moment, Coco listened… before she started processing Blake’s words;

“Wait. Do you mean…”

“What I mean is that merely being witness to it will set you on fire enough that you can’t even leave the room in time. You’re just stuck there, watching it unfold, with your hand down your pants.”

“And that’s how we ended up a polycule.” Weiss commented.

“That was also the best thing that could’ve happened between us, despite the circumstances.”

“Yeah, surprisingly enough.”

“Does your dad know about it yet?”

“Nope, and I’m not gonna tell him.” Weiss replied, with a grin. Not that that stance was hard to understand.

Even though she was perhaps understandably a hint wary of the aphrodisiac by now, she was still curious about the dry spell.

Amply indicated by her looks towards the atomizer, which Yang noticed, and so decided to instruct Coco on how to use the atomizer;

“Put the mask to your face, inhale a lungful, take the mask off, then exhale, just in case you wanna try that stuff. Remember that it lasts six hours, and has no side effects.”

Pretty much just like the recipe stated, besides the missing side effects part, probably due to, like Yang said, there being none to begin with.

And all of that was encouragement enough for Coco to stand up and walk up to the atomizer and grab its mask, the door having been locked by Pyrrha, who was nearest to it, right after Coco stood.

With one lungful down as instructed, she paused for a moment to try to feel around for anything different, only to come up empty handed.

Now to just deal with her arousal…

For which she was again offered toys, this time picking a rather girthy vibrating dildo, before then laying out a towel she brought with her out onto the floor, pulling her pants down, and sitting down on that towel, dildo in hand. Didn’t take her long after that to set the dildo to almost full power and ram it into herself without any hesitation whatsoever, amply reflected in the unrestrained moans from her that followed.

With the help of the imagery and stories of the aphrodisiac that she had just been told, it didn’t exactly take her long to reach her first orgasm of what would be several, and all of them as hard as she could make them.

However, as she cooled down from that orgasm, she remembered to look down to check how much mess she had made, only to find none at all.

Right after that, it was back to full force for her, and back to all the imagery that still lingered. What helped even more than just that was Pyrrha’s involvement, plenty confirmed by her not minding Coco, and what she was doing, being in full view of her. She just kept helping Team RWBY with their preparations without even batting an eye towards Coco.

Well and truly a different world, of which some of the prettiest girls in all of Beacon were inhabitants. And even with what Coco was currently doing, she felt welcome and safe here.

Holding back might just be completely pointless here. Not that she even cared to at this point.

Not much later, she hit her second orgasm. Still no mess, still not a care in the world, and still tons of arousal, and of course not even a hint of desire to stop until she was well and truly done.

To that end, she decided to lay down on her back to strain herself less, and continue her third round, messes, and the insurance of the towel, be damned. She didn’t need that with this substance on board.

If she wanted, she could have a wireless vibrator deep inside her and leave her clothes on. Maybe, she could find secluded places, turn the remote to max…

And with that, she had her third orgasm. Unlike last time, however, she was nowhere even close to finished.

As her fourth round began, her mind again drifted to trying the aphrodisiac. But the warnings…

Not like she’d ask to try it right now, either. There was a parade happening later that day that she did not want to miss for anything, and a chance to be truer to her own self.

But that wasn’t now, nor was it relevant to this world of wonders.

What was, however, was her current arousal, and the imagery responsible for it in her mind.

Which she had, at this point, thrown herself into with enough force to completely lose herself, and the vigor with which she thrust the dildo into herself showed that plenty. Likewise with the moans of pleasure she was filling the room with.

Moreover, to her, the very idea of holding back in this world didn’t just seem silly, but also primitive, nevermind obsolete. And Yang’s demonstration earlier all but confirmed it.

The imagery of which helped Coco to her fifth climax in only a few minutes.

But she wasn’t done. Neither were her body, nor her mind, and wouldn’t be until she had been going for over half an hour.

Even without the mess, it felt like bliss, which, when she thought about it, had probably lasted longer thanks to the dry spell.

However, rather than get up right away, she decided to instead lay where she was, with the toy still on and inside her, until her next orgasm.

Even just that felt heavenly. Simply laying there, with her eyes closed, and not a care nor concern for the outside world.

All of course with a constant barrage of pleasure to keep her company.

If only she could live in this world forever…

Soon enough, she hit another orgasm, after which she pulled the toy out, and turned it off.

She was done. She did need a minute to catch her breath before she stood up, though.

Once she did, she couldn’t help but look around, both at the towel, herself, and the toy she had just used.

Well and truly, that substance worked.

Which meant that, once her bottoms were back up, she was finished, besides the single towel worth of laundry, that is. That was for later, however.

For now though, she headed back to her team’s dorm room, to make some final preparations for the parade.

Likewise for Team RWBY, which, about fifteen minutes later, were dressed, geared, and ready to head out.

However, after one brief check of the pole length against the door of their own dorm room, they decided it’d probably be for the best if they kept their flags lowered until they were outside.

Though rather than leave immediately, they decided to wait for the remainder of Team JNPR to show up.

Once they did a few minutes later, their reactions were rather colorful;

Jaune was, yet again, a blushy mess.

Ren just smiled at his correct guess, despite his surprise at the look of those suits.

All the while Nora could not help but ooh over the suits’ shininess. Basically the same exact reaction Pyrrha had gotten to her own latex.

Enough so for Yang to simply offer Nora a hand.

Which she decided to run a finger across, and yup, just like Pyrrha’s latex, it was smooth.

But they had places to be.

Which meant that, only a few seconds later, they were off.

Not much later, they were downtown, and in the parade area.

And just in time, too; Signups for the parade were still open.

Needless to say, it didn’t take long for Team RWBY and Pyrrha to sign up for it, and head to its staging area.

However, that also meant a split from JNR, and a cue for them to find a spot to watch the parade from.

Soon enough, they had found one.

A few minutes later, the parade was officially on.

First up was a celebration of diversity and identity more than anything, and what could best be described as an ocean of flags among the parade crowd.

Suffice to say, Jaune’s expectations had been turned on their head. And to be honest, he was enjoying it so far, as were Nora and Ren.

But there was more to come. That was all reserved for the back, however.

Which is precisely where Team RWBY, Pyrrha, and Coco were in the crowd.

And of course they were excited.

However, they had to wait a bit for the crowd ahead to advance before they could depart.

Soon enough however, they did, not far behind the front of the kink crowd.

And, as they had planned, Pyrrha held Team RWBY’s leashes, and led the four, with Coco behind them, with her crop in hand.

All the while, JNR had pretty much entirely forgotten about what was to come due to their own enjoyment of the parade, even as the crowd’s density lulled a bit.

But soon enough, the back came into view, and served as a reminder that, nope, the parade was not done.

First and foremost in that part of the crowd were sign and flag bearers, all carrying flags quite a bit larger than Team RWBY had on themselves.

But soon enough, the six of them passed JNR by.

...and put yet another blush on Jaune’s face.

...and also Nora’s.

Ren, however, didn’t really react. That is, other than the smile he had held for the entire parade so far.

For the other two, though, this was only the beginning.

And Pyrrha and Team RWBY knew it, even though they didn’t see them. Still brought them an amused smile each when thinking about it.

Much the same copious blushing unfolded for Velvet, a little bit further down than JNR.

She, much like them, had never been to a parade, and was not at all prepared for the kink part of it.

She still enjoyed it, though, both the front and back. And honestly, so did JNR.

As did the six parading, of course.

Not much later, they were done. Not the parade, though.

Still, Pyrrha and Coco sent messages to their teams to ask where they were.

After reading their answers, Coco decided to join her own team, while Pyrrha, considering JNR’s distance, decided to stick with Team RWBY for now.

All good; Nora had a bakery to take Jaune and Ren to.

But Team RWBY and Pyrrha were still up for a refresher, and something to cool them down. It was a sunny day, after all.

Thankfully, there was an ice cream parlor nearby.

However, before even daring to enter, Ruby lowered her flag, shortly followed by her teammates doing the same.

Not much later, they had their ice cream, and were seated at a table.

The shade and AC were most welcome in the heat, not to mention the ice cream that they were soon digging into.

However, it wasn’t long until Weiss, thanks to a distraction on her scroll, managed to spill some over herself.

After a brief assessment of what had just happened, that being a spoon lodged not quite deep enough to stay put, she looked down at herself to gauge the severity of the spill.

...before promptly bursting into laughter as she realized what she was wearing.

This was latex. It didn’t stain.

Which also meant that, once she had wiped the spill off with a paper towel, it was as if the spill never even happened.

The other four weren’t far behind with smiles at the incident either.

Besides that, though, the parlor visit was uneventful and relaxing.

Once they were done, they again contacted JNR. There was more to see, including some market stalls that they wanted to visit.

And sure enough, JNR were up, having just finished up at the bakery… which also meant they were still some distance away.

Not that far, though, considering it only took them a few minutes to unite with the other five.

And with that, head to the stalls, even if just to take a look.

However, the flora of things for sale surprised everyone.

Rather than just trinkets and cheap accessories, there were also artists and craftsmen selling their pieces, and sometimes even making commissioned ones right there in the stalls.

This even included Prismatic Desires’ latex team, and whatever smaller pieces they could make in their stall.

They also had a display, that soon attracted Nora.

For a while, she had wanted something in the material of Pyrrha’s clothing, due to how amazingly smooth it was. And now, it seemed, she had found the perfect opportunity to get a piece or two.

It didn’t take her long to decide what she wanted, either; Just one look at her own gloves was enough.

And with that, she went in line.

Despite its length, it was still relatively quickly worked through.

Which also meant she was up rather quickly.

Pyrrha, mostly out of her own curiosity, decided to watch the process in the stall.

First up, measurement. This part she was already familiar with.

Then it was modeling. This part she was also already familiar with.

Then it was mold creation. This part, unlike the previous two, she wasn’t familiar with.

And so, she watched it closely.

What then followed was masking of the mold, and the attachment of a shaft to one end of it.

Next up, the mold was attached by that shaft to the arm of a machine, to dip it into liquid latex.

Once they had a vat of pink below that machine, the attendant pressed a button on it, causing it to lower the mold into the vat.

Which is where it stayed for about a minute or two before it came back out of the vat.

Once out, the mold was quickly moved to another machine, this time pointing sideways.

Next up, that machine was set to a slow spin, seemingly to prevent the latex from dripping.

Right after that, a cylindrical heating element was moved over the mold, and turned on.

Once it was on, they set a timer, and placed it next to that machine.

And sure enough, they had several of these going at once, all with their own timers.

Notably, however, was that this timer was set only a couple minutes forward, as opposed to tens on the others.

Not much later, Nora’s other glove followed, being placed next to the first.

Once the first timer rang, it got silenced, and a fan placed near the other end of the element, blowing towards the mold, and the timer reset, this time for two hours, with the second glove again following suit only some seconds later.

And while Pyrrha had a guess as to why they did it, she opted to confirm it with a question;

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s with the short timers at first?” she asked the nearest artisan once she got their attention.

“Before we can properly cure the latex, we first dry it, and if we’re blowing air over it as it does, its thickness won’t be uniform. For that reason, we wait for it to dry before we proceed with the rest of the curing process, which is the latter timer, since it’ll remain uniform if it dries that way.”

Yep, pretty much what she thought.

However, she had another question;

“How do you handle larger casts? Say, these.” Pyrrha followed up with, pointing to her own clothing.

“We use a different mixture for the molds to keep the liquid latex in place, and otherwise turn it just like you see here.”

“What’s the difference?”

“A higher percentage of gravity dust.”

Oh.

“Is that how you’re able to do layers that thick in one go?”

“Yup. Without it, we’d need multiple, and possibly days of work for each piece.”

She had to admit, that was clever as sin.

“But what about agitation?”

“That’s why we pick mold materials strong enough to contain any possible internal ignitions.”

“Surely that won’t help with a chain reaction?”

“The particles are also small enough that it’s nearly impossible for those chain reactions to disturb the mold’s gravity well, nevermind damage the mold itself.”

To which Pyrrha nodded.

“Any more questions?” they continued, with audible enthusiasm.

“No, thank you. I believe that’s all.”

“Do enjoy your day then, ma’am.”

“You too.”

With that, she looked to her team.

They had kept their eyes on the back for a bit, and Nora had given her scroll number to be notified for pickup when her gloves were ready. And she was excited.

Thankfully, they also had plenty more to see, and not just in the stalls.

Which left them wandering around and enjoying their day, with an eventual visit to that same ice cream parlor by JNR while the other five decided to find Coco.

Who had found herself in a nearby sports hall, temporarily converted into a conference hall, attending an open presentation meant to introduce the basics of BDSM and its associated lifestyle to parade attendees.

Which Team RWBY and Pyrrha, once they found Coco, actually decided to sit down and attend as well, mostly to see what the presentation would contain.

Even then, they were not the only ones clad in latex in the crowd; In fact, quite a few people here were very clearly not new to what was being presented, but did so anyway, possibly for the same reasons also.

However, despite her riding crop, Coco was pretty much a complete newcomer to this, hence the reason she was attending. In fact, her one time with Ruby was all the experience she had.

Which Team RWBY knew. And, to be fair, this wasn’t even their own third week, so they weren’t that far ahead of Coco in experience.

What they didn’t expect was the depth and detail the presentations, plural, went into, not to mention the amount of time they ended up sitting there and attending.

In fact, it took a scroll call from the other three to actually pull their attention away, and towards the ringing scroll’s time.

Even then, Ruby answered the scroll call from Jaune, now aware that those two hours had flown by like nothing.

“Hello? What’s up?”

“Nora got a message that her gloves are ready. Where are you guys?”

“We’ve been attending presentations for basically that entire time not far from there. Where are you?”

“About five minutes away from there, and on our way back. Wanna meet up somewhere?”

“We could meet up at the stall. We’re maybe two minutes away from that.”

“See you there, then?”

“Sure. Bye.”

“Bye.”

With that, Ruby ended the call, and took a lungful of air.

“So. Stall?” she then quizzed the other four.

“Sure.” her sister replied.

“Coco?”

Who pointed at the rest of the team besides her. “I’m staying here with them.”

“Alright. Seeya.”

“Seeya.”

With that, the five stood, and departed.

Not much later, they were at the stall, shortly followed by JNR.

Once there, Nora was still excited as ever for her new gloves, and couldn’t wait to put them on.

However, once she opened the box the artisans had prepared for her gloves, the first thing she saw was an instruction booklet, and a small bottle of talcum powder.

“Highly suggest you read the booklet first.” the present artisan then added.

Which Nora did, with some intent.

Although she had seen Pyrrha do it with her own latex, this explained the entire process in detail, as well as the role and function of the powder in the box’s corner.

A few minutes later, she, and to some extent Jaune and Ren also, had read the booklet cover to cover, and with that, she was ready to try them on.

Which first mandated taking off her current gloves and pocketing them, before a quick rinse of her hands in water, drying them, before then applying the powder, and slipping the latex gloves on.

Once they were on, she decided to squeeze one hand into a fist, open it again a few seconds later, and then repeat that motion a few times mostly to see how the latex would react.

More than just being smooth, she discovered they were also firm, and more snug than anything she had ever worn before.

That snugness was a strange sensation, but one she liked quite a bit more than she expected to.

“How does it feel?” Pyrrha then asked as Nora admired her new gloves.

“Amazing, actually.” she replied, looking towards Pyrrha with a satisfied smile.

“How do you think I feel?”

To which Nora picked up a small blush. “...Oh. I bet it feels heavenly. Right?”

“Absolutely. They can back me up.” she replied, pointing to Team RWBY for the latter part of her sentence.

“Yup.” Ruby underlined, the other three nodding.

Again, Nora’s eyes went to her gloves.

Truth be told, she might be wearing these a lot more often than she thought she would.

She couldn’t blame Pyrrha if she wanted to wear her own latex more either, notions of nudity be damned. She understood it now.

After about a minute, she looked back up. “So. Where to next?”

“We might just go back to the hall. Wanna come with?” Ruby replied.

“Oh! I’m game.” Nora replied, looking back to Jaune and Ren a few seconds later.

“Sure.” Jaune added.

“I’m down too.” Ren finished.

No protests from the other four either.

“Then let’s go.” Ruby declared, and made her way back to the hall, with the other seven in tow.

Not much later, they had rejoined Coco and her team, and were shortly focused back on the presentations.

Which ran until 6 o’clock, and provided not only enough knowledge for any newcomer to get started, but also enough context for them to understand not only the back half of the parade, but also the people in that very room that wore either collars, latex, or both.

All of which was valuable knowledge for Coco, especially to understand what exactly Team RWBY and Pyrrha were up to.

Not to mention what those collars meant to them.

But that wasn’t what she was most focused on as she stood and stretched her legs a little.

She and her team had been here for hours, and were admittedly quite hungry.

As were the other two teams, having had only sweets and ice cream to keep them company since the parade itself finished.

Which brought up a question from Coco;

“Anyone got a place in mind?”

“You know me.” Yatsu replied.

“Wok, huh?” Coco returned. That sounded brilliant, actually.

“I could kill for some right now.” Yang added, likewise stretching.

“Unless someone has better ideas?” Ruby then quizzed, looking around at her teammates and Team JNPR.

“Maybe ramen?… yeah I know, not all that different.” Jaune answered a few seconds later, the silence in between pretty much confirming that, nope, nobody really had any.

“There might be places that do both.” Ruby then suggested.

“Sounds good to me.” Jaune replied.

Likewise for everyone else, confirming that decision.

It didn’t take Ruby long to find such a place either, only a few minutes’ walk from where they currently were.

Within those minutes and a few extra, they were seated with their food, and eating.

Which gave Coco enough time and quiet to process what she had learned properly.

And with it, her experience with Ruby and what it told her about herself, underlined plenty by the crop she still had on her belt.

More than that, she was down to continue exploring more of herself with them.

However, she opted to wait to ask them about it, seeing as they were with both her teammates and JNR.

Not that she would’ve asked regardless, considering how tired she was. Then again, they had been in town since that morning.

Which also meant that, as soon as they got back to Beacon, Coco opted to lay down in her bed and take a nap.

However, Team RWBY, thanks to their latex, couldn’t take one just yet. Nor Pyrrha. Nor Nora.

More than anything though, they spent their time washing their latex teaching Nora how to wash hers.

By the end of which it wasn’t just smooth, but also shiny enough to see reflections off of.

Truth be told, Nora’s excitement for her latex hadn’t gone down even a hint, and once she saw the post-wash shine, only grew.

Once she had admired it for a bit, she placed her gloves back in their box, and closed it.

After a few more seconds of admiring the box itself, she was ready to head back to her dorm room.

Which she entered a couple minutes later, and Pyrrha right after her.

The two boys were already taking a nap, which was as good a cue as any for them to follow suit.

However, Team RWBY had other ideas.

Namely, dry spells and toys to vent the plethora of sights back at the parade out of their heads, all of which left them just enough energy to throw the toys aside before falling asleep right then and there.

More than anything though, for Coco, not only had today been amazing, it had also been far more enlightening than she could have ever expected.

She also couldn’t wait to explore more.