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Weiss was surrounded by happy couples. Blake and Yang, Ruby and Penny, Nora and Ren (whatever they were), and Clover and Qrow (who were at the very least paramours). Meanwhile, she sat alone in her own little club of being, well, alone. Sure, Jaune was also single, but he’d at least dated someone before. She was, to the fullest extent, single. Not one date, not one kiss, and not even a dance at the event she’d planned. Fucking Neptune.
Being a bisexual among happy couples of attractive people was actually painful. It hurt in a way that was hard to describe to people who didn’t feel the gaping void where another person was supposed to be. The emptiness of her lonely palm. The frigid cold of her sheets. The ache that never went away. And she could admit it: she’d started crying over it, like a child, pathetic as it was. It was just so frustrating.
Then, the psychosis started. Qrow, Jaune, and General Ironwood, all people she’d never even given a second thought to, and suddenly she found them attractive. General Ironwood she didn’t feel much shame in, but Jaune and that drunken old man? What the hell was wrong with her?
When she looked up ‘Sexual psychosis’ on the CCT net, most of them involved things she obviously didn’t suffer from like personality, mood, and attachment disorders. It wasn’t until hours in that she had a breakthrough while reading an internet forum post about a man complaining about his girlfriend’s sudden hypersexuality: she needed to have sex. Evolutionarily, it made sense. She was the age her mother had been when Winter was born, and her body knew that. If she was supposed to be having children around then, of course her body would be tempting her so. It would torture her. "Look at how alone you are. Feel it, like a bitch in heat," it mocked her.
But how could she rectify her shortcomings? It wasn’t as if she could just proposition any of her desired partners. That would be uncouth. No, she needed to have sex in a consequence free way without literally anyone on Remnant knowing. For days, she agonized while haunted by fantasies.
And then, she had an idea: summoning. Her family’s semblance was famously varied despite being the same basic ability. Nearly every member of the Schnee family had something that stood out from others. Winter could mix the features of summons. Her grandfather could siphon dust from the environment. Whitley’s glyphs could move like platforms. Her mother could maintain basic glyphs without draining aura. And she herself could be far more precise with dust integration than anyone. To some, that might have seemed like a sign that the familial semblance still had room for individuality, but to her it seemed that it just meant it could do far more than they’d been giving it credit for. So, she resolved to summon things she hadn’t killed. And also people. More specifically, people she hadn't killed.
The principle was that she’d always been taught she merely needed to defeat a foe to summon them, and that defeat didn’t mean kill. As for summoning a person, she didn't see why that limitation existed. Her semblance was an extension of her soul and she assumed it was limited as such. If she could just convince herself -her soul- that winning a sparring match counted the same as killing a grimm, perhaps she could summon copies of anyone she could best in combat.
Was it right that she tested such a novel and important theory to make glorified sex toys using the likenesses of her friend? No, obviously not, but she was done feeling shame for her sexuality. Every night, she went to sleep knowing that everyone around her had exactly what she wanted and she wasn’t going to apologize for chasing a literal simulacra of it.
She began with a combination of meditation and cognitive behavioral therapy. Together, she hoped to instill the core tenant of her mission into her soul. For hours a day, she practiced mental and physical exercises in which she thought about the nature of defeat and what it meant to carry a part of a foe with her. Surely, even a sparring match left a mark that changed who she was. Every clash of blades and dodged bullet taught her something new. Those experiences became part of her. Those people became part of her.
In only a few weeks, she was convinced. Before, she might have thought she was just desperate and constantly too horny for reason, but she knew the truth now. Her idea was only logical. Her theory should only work. If it didn’t she would fling herself from Atlas’s edge. Literally, just to prove how serious she was. Maybe she would catch herself. She hadn't decided.
After that, it was a matter of proving her theory. Like she had with her knight, she started small and chose an obvious target. Jaune, despite her not having much interest in him, was someone she had bested more than most in single combat. If anyone counted as being defeated by her, it was him. Two days of practice later, she was right. A blue copy of her friend stood before her, glassy eyed and waiting for command. Naturally, for science, she checked if she could remove the clothes of a summon: she could. Then, for science, she had to see how detailed her summons were: very.
But she couldn’t waste her first time on Jaune, even if his cock was… wow. No wonder Pyrrha lusted after him. Regardless, she dismissed him as any other summon and tried to think of who she wanted to have sex with the most.
In her career, Weiss had bested a great many opponents in combat. Her teammates, JNPR, Velvet, Emerald, a couple members of CRDL, a few White Fang members, and even Cinder. Most of those hadn’t been the kind of cutthroat combat one would think, but she was proud to have a fair selection. But which to summon? She was truly spoiled for choice and paralyzed by it. Ruby was the first that came to mind, but that didn’t seem exciting enough for her first time. Pyrrha was most likely an option, but… was that okay? She definitely didn’t want to deal with moral questions during her first time having sex. Perhaps a hostage fantasy with a White Fang goon. Or maybe even some good cuckoldry by fucking Coco Adel’s girlfriend. Or… Cinder?
She’d beaten Cinder during a match in Professor Goodwitch’s class, just like Emerald and Nora. Deciding to ignore that in hindsight it felt like she’d been allowed to win as a way to make Cinder look less threatening, she was sure it counted. Besides… Pressing lightly against her abdomen, she could still feel the rough, slightly elevated skin of the scar Cinder left. If any of her opponents had left their mark on her, it had been Cinder Fall. And a little revenge sounded nice.
After thirty minutes of attempts, a summon of Cinder Fall stood before her new master. Like Jaune, she had a vacant stare to her glassy eyes. Curiously, she looked like she had most recently rather than the time of the fight. Unlike Jaune, she moved on her own and quickly towered over Weiss. Weiss froze in confusion and let her get close enough to feel the scar she’d made. A wicked smile spread across her lips, made haunting by her single empty eye. Impossibly, she spoke, “Hello, Schnee. Miss me?”
Adrenaline rushed through Weiss and suddenly revenge sex was the last thing on her mind. She stepped back and dismissed the summon. Only, Cinder was still there. She tried dismissing again and Cinder was still there. “No.”
“Yes~” Cinder sauntered forward confidently, as if she was in control. “I am in control. You realized it yourself. You never beat me. I just left my mark on you. I changed you, became part of you. And you, in your infinite wisdom, gave me life.” She grabbed Weiss’s chin and smirked. “But don’t worry. I won’t hurt you. Much.”
“Hel-” Weiss tried screaming for help when a strange hand shot out from under Cinder’s extra-long sleeve. It was skeletal and stretched to cover her mouth, tipped with sharp claws that dug into her skin. She was going to die. Hidden away in a room nobody used and at the hands of her own hubris, she was going to die. Cinder was going to finish the job. Sobs were muffled by the summoned hand, growing louder when Cinder pulled her close and began unzipping her dress.
“Kill you?” Cinder asked, amused. “Why would I do that? If you die, I stop existing. And I’d much rather have fun with you.”
Weiss stopped sobbing, just sniffling. Okay, so she wasn’t going to die. But what was Cinder going to do with her? Torture her to the brink of death?
“Are you always this stupid?” Cinder asked with a look of disdain. “If I want to hurt you, I’d need to break your aura. And if that happens, I go away.” She pulled her grimm arm from Weiss’s mouth and started pulling down Weiss’s dress. “You want to have sex, right? Well, so do I. It’s what you fucking made me for.”
“Oh.” Weiss blinked “So you still serve my purposes like a summon, but you have more autonomy. That’s… fascinating.” It made her wonder who else she had lost to that she could summon in such a way. A couple Ace Ops, Professor Goodwit-
“Winter?” Cinder suggested with a sly grin, then dodged the slap that came her way. “Come on. With the way you suck up to her…”
“You never even met my sister,” Weiss snapped back, arms crossed and red faced.
“I’m you, dumbass,” Cinder replied.
“Then you know those kinds of jokes get under my skin. Yang's lucky I can't get away with murder,” Weiss said, tapping her foot angrily. Idly, she wondered why she was even having an argument with an animate sliver of her soul. What an absurd thing her life had become.
Cinder rubbed her temple. “Why do you think I made it? In case you haven’t noticed, I hate you and I’m evil. I’m your version of the terrorist who nearly killed you. Did you think I’d be nice?”
“Well…” Weiss shrugged defeat. The summon had a fair point. It couldn’t help what it was. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, you fucking should be,” Cinder exclaimed. “Now you’re not even in the mood. Why are you so fucking stupid?”
“Can we try this again later?” Weiss suggested, bristling at the insults she had to ignore.
“Knowing you, you’ll come crawling back in five minutes after you see a curvy doorknob,” Cinder spat, then disappeared.
“What am I doing with my life?” Weiss wondered, then left. Well, she made to leave, but… “Damn it.” In her defense, it was a really nice doorknob.
Cinder reappeared a moment later. “Are you fucking kidding me? That was a joke!”
Weiss gestured wordlessly at the doorknob, hoping Cinder would get it.
“I wish I could impale you again,” Cinder remarked, then stretched out her grimm hand and pulled Weiss’s dress off.
When she tried to cover herself, both of Weiss’s arms were seized by… more summons? Yang to her left and Nora to her right, each appearing on their own to force her to present her bra-clad chest.
“Not on their own.” Cinder rolled her eyes, then sliced through Weiss’s bra with one claw. “I’m in control now, remember?”
“What are you going to do?” Weiss demanded, trying to maintain some semblance of control over her summons.
Cinder came up close and stuck her skeletal hand into Weiss’s underwear. Claws spread and caressed Weiss’s labia. “Whatever the fuck I want,” she said with a toothy smirk and a wild look in her eye.
More summons appeared, pushing Weiss’s aura to the limit of breaking. They stood in front of her and started undressing each other with fake smiles and empty eyes. Ruby, Blake, and… Pyrrha.
“Isn’t that problematic?” Weiss asked, pointing as best she could to Pyrrha’s visage.
“Nobody’s looking,” Cinder said with a shrug. “Besides, I’m evil. Why do I care?”
“Well, you’re also kind of me, so doesn’t that say something about me?” Weiss asked, too distracted by the implications to focus on the incredibly detailed summons getting naked in front of her.
Cinder parted the three new arrivals and stepped forward to flick Weiss in the forehead. “Kinda defeats the fucking point if you overthink it.” Her skeletal hand caressed the side of Weiss’s face, claws dragging hard enough to leave red marks. “I’m the one doing this to you. You don’t need to think, so stop or I’ll bring out Winter and we can actually have something to think about.”
“Okay!” Weiss shrieked her compliance, ears hot from embarrassment. “I’ll just let this happen.”
“Good girl,” Cinder cooed, then was echoed by all the other summons. In a smooth motion, she reached down and cut Weiss’s underwear off, leaving Weiss completely nude and at her mercy. “Ruby, put her clothes away.” She pointed to the two holding Weiss in place. “And you two, get naked already.”
Blake and Pyrrha began kissing and letting their hands wander the other’s naked body. Blake’s kisses moved lower, from lips to chin to neck to chest, until she found Pyrrha’s breasts and kneaded them while licking Pyrrha’s sternum. Pyrrha, meanwhile, had her hands on Blake’s rear, shamelessly groping while she nibbled Blake’s cat ears. They both moaned shamelessly, erotically.
Weiss was so enraptured by the sight that she hardly noticed Nora and Yang’s nakedness until Nora grabbed her wrists and forced her to touch Yang’s breasts. Squeezable. Plump. Fuck… She blushed furiously at realizing how soft and malleable her summons could be. If they were warmer, they could almost be the real thing. Nora kissed the back of her neck, glassy teeth and tongue dragging up and down. Yang’s robotic hand went to the inside of her thigh, where it rubbed and kept her legs from closing.
“Now, what fantasies shall we fulfill?” Cinder asked as she relaxed into a chair to watch. Slowly, she undressed herself, feeling herself up as she did. She didn’t have anything underneath the dress. “You fucking perv. You think I would go commando? I hate you so fucking much.”
Mind going blank, Weiss slumped back against Nora and let herself drown in the bliss of it all. Nora and Yang touching her. Blake and Pyrrha putting on a show. Cinder watching. It was all too much. Then, Ruby appeared between her legs, already naked, and smiled up at her. Yang grabbed Ruby’s head and pushed it between Weiss’s legs. “They’re…” Weiss stifled a moan when she felt Ruby’s fingers enter her. “They’re sisters.”
“What part of evil don’t you get?” Cinder asked, all the summons freezing in place. “Shut the fuck up. This isn’t about you. It’s about me.” Everything resumed.
Remembering Cinder’s earlier threat, Weiss complied. They’re only half sisters, she coped, seething. Pyrrha came up next to her, grabbed her by the back of the head, and before she knew it her face was buried between Pyrrha’s breasts.
“Lick,” Pyrrha commanded in a monotone voice, far less convincing than Cinder’s.
Weiss began licking, her mind shutting off once more as pleasure overcame her. Ruby’s ministrations below were making her hips buck and body twitch. The only thing keeping her standing was Nora’s firm hands on her back. Pyrrha’s glassy skin was an odd thing to lick, similar to how she imagined it would feel to lick a window. Only, this window moaned when she licked it. It forced her head further between its breasts. It praised her efforts with whispered encouragement.
“You do use padded bras,” Blake remarked as she appeared opposite Pyrrha and fondled Weiss’s breasts.
“For protect-” In the midst of defending herself, Weiss was assaulted on every front. Ruby’s fingers curled inside her, finding a spot that made her flinch. Yang lunged forward and bit her shoulder, teeth going just far enough to avoid testing her aura. Pyrrha forced a nipple into her mouth and she had no choice but to suck. Blake’s glassy lips latched onto her own nipple, tongue swirling around. A clawed hand, stretching across the room where Cinder sat, parted her buttocks for Nora to kneel down and begin licking her anus.
Suddenly, her hands being free felt wrong and she flailed them about until she found anything for them to do. One found Pyrrha’s mouth, who began sucking on her fingers. The other slipped between Blake’s legs, drawing a warm purr that reverberated through her chest. She glided her fingers through Blake’s labia, surprised at how different they felt to her own. Maybe it was just the texture of the summon playing tricks on her, but they felt fuller and more lusty than her own ever had.
“That’s it,” Cinder encouraged with a warm, husky voice. She was spread out in her chair, one hand lazily between her legs while the other groped Weiss’s butt cheek. “Call it an ass. This is sex, not anatomy.” A hungry look was on her face in spite of the glazed over eyes. She looked impossibly alive. “Aw, did you just fall in love? What a loser.”
“I think we figured that out a while ago,” Yang said with a mocking smirk, then went back to chewing on Weiss’s shoulder. Reaching down, she grabbed Weiss’s left leg and slid it between hers. She started moving her hips, using the leg as if it were only a toy.
Weiss popped off Pyrrha’s breast, ready to fire back, when something entered her rear so violently she gasped and lurched away from it. Eleven strong hands kept her from moving more than an inch. “T-that’s not-” The fingers, at least two, inside her rear end began to move at a speed matching Ruby. She swore she could feel the tips of the fingers in either end of her touching.
Ruby licked up the length of Weiss’s vagina, lips dripping with arousal. She leaned her head on the leg her sister was fucking and smiled up at her partner with vacant eyes. A moment later, her smile turned playfully cruel. “Hey, Nora, wanna high five?”
“Duh,” Nora replied.
“Wait, don’t!” Four fingers drove into Weiss with a force like no other. The closest thing she could imagine was being shot, with how much it burned and ached. Only, it felt good. For all the pain, it felt so good. Pyrrha guided her back to the nipple and she felt her soul leave her body as she latched on.
A fire burned inside her, and not just from being stretched out and abused. It was adrenaline in her veins, dopamine in her receptors, and arousal in her belly. Flames, bright and tight, burned her alive in a most pleasurable way. Pyrrha lifted her right leg off the ground, leaving her suspended save for the hands of summons. She was at their mercy, completely. Utterly helpless.
There was only one time she’d felt so helpless, one time she’d been able to surrender completely. The skeletal hand left her rear and stretched further around her body, constricting her abdomen like a snake, until she felt claws on the scar from that time. Death. In Valean, there was a phrase for orgasm - the little death - that she finally understood.
Cinder chuckled. “Good girl.” Her grimm hand stroked the scar from her flaming spear with its claws, like stroking a lover. Her touch felt strange, the nerves never healing right. The skin was slightly raised and still pink, ticking and sensitive beneath her. “Bring her to me.”
On the edge of orgasm, of death, Weiss was lifted by ten hands. They stopped touching her sensually, stopped demanding she touch them. The summons mindlessly obeyed their master and carried their creator across the room to kneel before Cinder Fall. She hung her head, not daring to look up until she was told. For she, like the summons, was nothing more than a tool of her master’s enjoyment. Life. Death. Orgasm. She served willingly.
“You finally get it,” Cinder said, satisfied. With her foot, she lifted Weiss’s chin to look at her. She smiled down at the serf, the corpse, the toy. “I think you deserve a reward.”
Something shifted in Weiss’s aura, though she was not aware what. A hand forced her face between Cinder’s spread legs. Her core throbbed and the fire in her body burned brighter than ever. On the precipice of death, she awaited release.
“You’re awful at this,” Cinder remarked, though enjoying it no less. Her clawed fingers ran through Weiss’s hair lovingly. She made little grunts and moans that fought against her composure. Little by little, that facade cracked. Biting her lip. A sharp inhale. Thrusting hips. Pulling hair. Cinder Fall became undone.
As Cinder broke and began grinding against her face, rendering her little more than an aid to her mistress’s pleasure, something pressed between Weiss’s legs and she started mindlessly rubbing herself against it. She didn’t care what it was, that it was hard, or where it had come from, only that it was there. Death. Orgasm. Did the method matter if the result was the same?
Cinder came first, legs clamping down around Weiss’s head and hands painfully gripping Weiss’s hair. She was disappointingly quiet, all motion and little sound. A shuddering breath was the extent of it, then the heavy breathing afterward. “You wonderful creature,” she said in a light, wonderful voice.
Weiss was in love. She stayed between Cinder’s legs, working her mistress down while continuing to grind against whatever was between her legs. Her body slowly collapsed in on itself, all the empty space in and between her atoms evaporating as she boiled down to the points of contact between her and the thing between her legs. And then, it vanished. She was left shaking, on the edge of release. Looking up at Cinder, she begged.
Cinder smirked down at her. “The sisters. You questioned me. I warned you,” she said with a tone that instilled fear before Weiss even understood what it meant, before she looked up and nodded to someone else.
A new voice, chillingly familiar. “You embarrass yourself.” Winter.
A chill like no other froze Weiss’s body in place. Legendary panic consumed her. She was nauseous, sure she would be ill. Looking up, she met Cinder’s eye and saw the hatred in it, the contempt. Only, it was not just Cinder’s.
Something slammed into her crotch and pushed her over the edge. In the split second as she slumped to the ground, she recognized the feeling of a boot. Her aura broke and she was left alone, squirming on the floor caught between pain and pleasure. And yet, despite the conflict in her heart, she did not regret it.
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Later that night…
“You’re pathetic, you know that?” Cinder said as she sat down next to Weiss. “Sex is one thing, but this? I can’t believe I’m part of you.”
Weiss was alone in RWBY’s room. The others were all out on dates and she… Well, quite frankly, she was lonely enough to do something pathetic. So, she summoned companionship. As it turned out, her falling in love hadn't faded. Maybe it wouldn't. Did it matter? “I picked a show you might like.” She pointed to the wall-mounted television with some horror show playing. The preview had looked violent enough.
“I hate you so much,” Cinder said, then slid into Weiss’s bed. “I hope your team walks in on this. And first chance I get, I'm telling Winter.”