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GYM SESH PART I - RWBY [COMMISSION] [EARLY ACCESS]
🕑 Added 2024-01-22 14:41:11 +0000 UTCIn the heart of the gym, the rhythmic symphony of weights clashing and machines humming played as a backdrop to Yang Xiao Long's rigorous workout. Her golden locks, pulled back into a high ponytail, revealed a determined gaze as she faced the massive weight rack.
Yang's physique was a testament to relentless training—a sculpted masterpiece of power and resilience. The flame-colored sports bra she wore showcased her well-defined arms, each muscle rippling with the strength earned through years of combat experience. Matching shorts accentuated the power in her legs, and sturdy combat boots, laced tightly, grounded her.
The lilac intensity in Yang's eyes reflected both her unwavering determination and the formidable combat skills she possessed. Nearby, her signature Ember Celica gauntlets lay as a silent testament to her proficiency in close-quarter combat.
Her workout commenced with a series of dynamic stretches, a ballet of movement that limbered up her muscles for the trials ahead. The clank of weights echoed through the air as she delved into compound exercises—deadlifts, squats, and bench presses—executed with precision that spoke of years of dedicated training.
Yang seamlessly transitioned between sets, incorporating high-intensity interval training into her routine. Cardiovascular exercises pushed her endurance to the brink, mirroring the multifaceted demands of a Huntress's life. In the midst of exertion, a confident and determined grin never left her face.
The gym became a crucible where Yang, amidst beads of sweat and the resolute clinks of weights, honed her body into a formidable weapon. It was more than a workout; it was a ritual of self-mastery, a testament to her commitment to facing the challenges that awaited her with unyielding strength and resolve.
On this particular day, Yang's workout was far from ordinary—it harbored a secret of minuscule proportions. Before hitting the gym, a chance encounter colored the routine with unexpected intrigue. As Yang made her way to the workout haven, she stumbled upon her teammates—Ruby, Weiss, and Blake—now mysteriously shrunken to a mere half an inch in stature.
Confronted with the surreal sight of her miniaturized friends, Yang's decision was swift and clandestine. She scooped them up, cradling them in the palm of her hand. The minute figures, Ruby with her vibrant red cape, Weiss with her elegant attire, and Blake with her cat-like grace, all peered up in wide-eyed wonder at their surroundings.
With a sly grin, Yang smuggled her shrunken companions into the gym, keeping them nestled securely within the confines of her sports bra. It was an unconventional choice, transforming her usual workout into a covert operation.
As Yang lunged into her exercises, the reduced quartet clung to the fabric of her sports bra, their tiny world shaking with each movement. The clang of weights and the hum of machines became a symphony to their miniature ears, the formidable surroundings now a colossal landscape.
Despite the earnest pleas and requests for assistance from her shrunken teammates, Yang couldn't help but find the situation amusingly funny. A mischievous glint in her eyes betrayed her amusement as she continued her workout unabated, seemingly indifferent to their tiny predicament.
And boy, what a predicament it was. Completely unpredicted.
Ruby, the perpetually energetic and impulsive leader, had been tinkering with her beloved Crescent Rose. Seated in the corner of their shared living space, surrounded by scattered tools and machine parts, she delved into the intricate modifications of her weapon. Lost in her world of adjustments, she had no inkling of the mysterious force that would soon reduce her to half an inch in size.
Weiss, the poised and elegant heiress, dedicated her time to studying Dust applications. At a lavish desk with volumes of research spread before her, she meticulously experimented with different combinations of Dust crystals. Her focus on refining her mastery of the intricate art was abruptly interrupted by the unexpected transformation, catching her off guard in the midst of her scholarly pursuits.
Meanwhile, Blake, the elusive and bookish Faunus, sought solace in a cozy corner of Beacon Academy's library. Surrounded by ancient tomes and scrolls, she immersed herself in a world of literature and history. The sudden shrinking caught her unawares, interrupting her quiet reading session.
It was surprising that the same thing hadn’t happened to Yang. They tried to get help from her for that reason, but it seemed she had other plans in mind.
In truth, Yang's discovery of her shrunken teammates evoked a darker undercurrent within her. A wicked glint flickered in her lilac eyes, and a devious grin played upon her lips. The unexpected reduction of Ruby, Weiss, and Blake seemed to awaken something more than amusement—it triggered a sinister fascination within the fiery Huntress.
Her excitement wasn't of the lighthearted, playful variety. Instead, it was shrouded in a darker intensity, a thrill derived from the unexpected power imbalance and the vulnerability of her once-peer-sized friends. Yang, usually the embodiment of strength and protection, found a twisted pleasure in the newfound authority over her miniaturized teammates.
As she concealed them within the confines of her sports bra, the small voices of Ruby, Weiss, and Blake pleading for assistance became a sinister serenade. The gym, once a place of discipline and self-improvement, transformed into an arena where Yang, with a shadowy glimmer in her eyes, exercised control over the destiny of those now dependent on her whims.
As Yang extracted her shrunken teammates from the confines of her sports bra, a twisted sense of delight gleamed in her lilac eyes. Their tiny forms, helpless and at her mercy, were handled with a macabre playfulness. Without a word, she situated each miniature figure between her formidable toes, the vulnerable bodies wedged in the crevices as if mere playthings.
With a malicious grin, Yang strode toward the treadmill, the rhythmic thuds of her footfalls resonating with a foreboding cadence. As she mounted the machine, the trio clung desperately to the fleshy expanse of her feet in her footwraps, their tiny forms jostled with each step.
