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Getting Heated (RWBY - Commission)
🕑 Added 2022-11-02 13:15:20 +0000 UTCCommission for Terra Lupis
This one's got a bit of Futa/M in it as well as Futa/F, so if that's not your thing fairly warned now!
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Ruby never got a proper answer of why the team had been given their own mansion, but if she had to take a wild guess. It was shit like this.
“What’s the matter, Ruby?” Yang asked, completely topless, her tits still leaking as she shook a glass bottle of milk at Ruby. “Disappointed you can’t earn your keep like the Dairy Queen?”
Ruby snatched the milk bottle from Yang’s hand and added it to her basket. It’d been over a month since they’d found Blake, and they were still stuck in Skugge, trying to find something that might get them back to Remnant.
“She’s so sour-looking, Yang!” Blake said. The Faunus was at least dressed, squeezed into a strappy black outfit that showed off long strips of skin. She was more or less permanently attached to Yang’s side lately and had only gotten cockier after getting her upgrade. The two had been very excited when they found out Blake was also lactating, her milk sweeter than Yang's. Ever practical, Weiss had suggested they trade it for some goodwill with the locals. Weiss said it was to attract attention, and hopefully, someone would know how to get them home, but Ruby had her suspicions. Weiss was fond of being pampered, and wanted everyone to chase after her to do it.
She didn’t regret the changes she’d done for her team, not one bit. She loved them all!
But she could do without the puns.
“Blake, can I have the bottle?” Ruby asked, holding out her hand.
“Ask your Moostress nicely,” Blake giggled, rubbing her head against Yang’s side.
“I can make you three feet tall!” Ruby huffed.
“You won’t, though. You’re a sweetheart.” Blake didn’t even try to hide her laugh, the picture of smugness as she bobbed her head against Yang’s chest. “And you’d miss getting pinned up against a wall and drilled until you’re screaming so hard the windows rattle.”
She wasn’t wrong, but she’d sooner die than give in to the cow pun infection. Ruby grasped the air expectantly, and Blake placed the milk bottle in her hand with a playful lean in to kiss at her fingertips.
“We’ll plan something for your return,” Blake said. “I love making you blush as red as your highlights.”
“And I love helping,” Yang said, wrapping Blake in a big hug and squeezing her chest. Ruby knew better than to talk over the couple’s kisses. Once they got going, they didn’t stop.
Ruby knew Blake would make good on her promise too, which was the upside to what would otherwise be a complete disaster of a relationship for everyone around them. Blake had really embraced being in charge. Lately, she still hadn’t worked out all her pent-up frustration at pining after Yang for years. If they weren’t drawing people into their endless fuck sessions, they were being so sickly sweet with each other that Ruby couldn’t be near them for too long in fear of her teeth melting.
The sex was amazing enough to make up for the suffering. Yang and Blake never let her down there. The team was going through furniture faster than groceries.
Ruby pulled a chequered cloth over the top of the basket of milk bottles and began putting on a large red duster. The rain was hammering the windows today, but it’d take more than a downpour to stop people coming out for Skugge’s market day. She flicked up the hood and gave the pair a bright smile from its depths. She could have set off fireworks, and they’d have still not noticed as Blake lost herself in Yang’s chest, and Yang rubbed her cock up along Blake’s stomach.
Just remember you love these idiots. When they’re not milking cow puns dry.
It was okay if she just did it in her head. They just couldn’t ever find out.
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The rain battered off Ruby’s duster, fat drops dripping down the rim of her hood and splashing across her chest. She tugged the duster together tighter, falling back on old habits that she was used to. Her basket was much lighter now, traded for a few treats, a promise of new sofas, and some scented oils. The ladies told her it would make things more interesting in the mansion. Not that they needed the encouragement.
The mud was awful today, her combat boots squelching through it with every step as water pooled around her ankles. It slowed everything down; people were huddling around stalls taking their time before finally moving on, dragging the entire city to a standstill. Ruby had decided to randomly stow the last bottles of milk from her basket into other people’s as she took to browsing, seeing if anything caught her eye.
When it came time for a snack, a giant, warm pretzel was a straightforward choice. Ruby’s body was marvellous, but it needed all the fuel it could get these days. Sadly, the usual cookie stall had decided it was just too wet a day to set up. Either that, or they’d worked out when Ruby was around and hid in fear. They could try. She’d find them, eventually!
A sign caught her eye as she padded in the shade of the buildings. A simple thing with no lettering, just a goofy bunny face made of a simple crescent and two ears, a sword held between its teeth like a carrot. Oddly familiar, though, where she knew it from didn’t seem possible. The windows had a few racks of weapons on display, though, which was more than enough for Ruby to take a peek. The designs were sleek and elegant, metal gleaming as she took them in. She preferred her highly technical and engineered weapons, but there was something about excellent metalwork that had its own charm.
She turned to go but stopped dead again, one particular blade catching her attention. Something about the shape drew her to it like a moth to a flame. The curved blade of a scimitar with a bulky device at the handle, it seemed to snap out three blades that formed a basket hilt. Some sort of spring-loaded device that’d tear out as you struck? Were they hollow blades filled with dust that could throw beams with a wrist flick?
Ruby was a sucker for curved blades. She had to know more.
The inside wasn’t the store she’d been expecting. Behind the window fronts lay a large blacksmith workshop, a glowing furnace blazing away in one hall, making the place so toasty the air around Ruby’s duster hazed almost right away as the rain on it evaporated off. The warmth invaded under her hood and heated her cheeks, the air hot to breathe.
Ruby spent more at a workbench than a forge when making her weapons, but the heat was still a comforting memory for her. In all those hours spent perfecting the blades for her baby, Crescent Rose hadn’t put even an inch of muscle on her, but it really should have!
The place needed to be better ordered. That much was obvious. Support beams propped grindstones up with horseshoes hammered into the side. A large steel-rimmed shield, maybe some kind of big passive, was propping up a weapons rack full of short swords and was one good nudge away from both toppling over and making the world’s pointiest trip hazard. Even Ruby couldn’t guess what they used all the tools for. She looked at a set of pots with tubes that fed into each other, still trying to puzzle it out when someone disturbed her.
“You alright there? Sorry, I was just heating metal. I didn’t hear you come in,” a man’s voice called out.
Ruby turned to look for the source of the voice, eventually leaning around a large steel room divider to see the man working at a furnace, holding a pot with tongs into the orange heat. He had a leather apron on with a few tools slung in loops around his hip and a simple white shirt on, cut off at the sleeves to show some lovely muscle on arms built strong from their time swinging a hammer.
He looked rugged, deliciously rugged. Ruby couldn’t help but like the way he looked. Blonde hair combed back and tied into a ponytail to keep it out of the flames, hard set eyes, and a beard that’d been trimmed neatly back. He wasn’t thick with muscle, a more tall, wiry strength that was still really appealing.
“I was looking at the Scimitar in the window,” Ruby said, licking her lips. “But I like everything I see here.”
The man laughed, holding the tongs with one hand as he pulled a pump handle on the side of the furnace, a rushing burst of air making the orange flames glow even hotter and a wave of heat to blast out and ruffle Ruby’s duster.
“You must get exhausted with all this heat,” Ruby said, stepping closer. The man had the same bunny logo as his shop on his apron, which seemed very odd a choice for someone who looked like they consumed a whole ham and a barrel of beer each day.
“You get used to it,” he said, giving Ruby a smile. “It must be a pleasant change from the rain. I can finish and make some tea if you feel it’s too much.”
Ruby laughed a pleasant sound that made the man chuckle in return. She couldn’t help looking at him; his skin was nicely tanned, and the soot streaks on his face were just cute as fuck. She got to talking about the scimitar she’d seen, and he was more than happy to talk her ear off about metal and how to hold a curved blade firm.
It was a lovely time, the two of them chatting about things she was very comfortable giving her own thoughts on while the smith continued to heat his metal. Ruby had to excuse herself more than once as she grew hotter under the collar, mumbling about the heat as she let herself outside to put down her hood and let the rain run over her hair to cool her down some.
She was going crazy! Her body craved release, and she’d only just met this man. It took effort just to calm herself so she didn’t end up jumping him. She took a short stint in the rain to readjust her cock, which hadn’t missed out on her excitement. She was already making a bulge in her cargo pants that she’d have struggled to hide if her duster had come off. It wasn’t easy to keep down, so she held a little creation power to herself and changed her panties to tight boxers that should keep things under control, even if it wasn’t that comfortable.
After a moment of thought, she had a mischievous smile and wrapped herself up in her duster. Why was she fighting it? The hot guy was hot, and she might as well embrace it. This thought spurred a few more changes under her duster. She was going to give him a real show.
Ruby came back with her hood up. The smith had finished setting up a long wooden cylinder on the ground filled with sand. The very top of a clay mould poked out of the top sand, a hole cut in it, ready to accept the metal. Ruby knew the mould would be in the sword’s shape he was trying to make, so it probably ran deep in there, the sand stopping the heat from burning the surrounding wood.
“Be cooler if you took the hood off,” he said, looking back at her as she walked in, “I’m curious about the pretty woman who seems so into smithing.”
Ruby blushed and tugged her hood down further, so all he could see was her smile.
“I’m going to have to work for it? Hah! Well, I’m not used to women being so coy,” he leaned his head to one side, blonde ponytail bobbing behind him, “How about you help me instead? You seem to know your way around a forge. Would you enjoy getting your hands on my tools?”
Was he flirting? He was flirting!
“I’m used to some pretty sturdy tools,” Ruby said, her bottom bit as she tried to silence a giggle at her teasing, “You sure they’re up to my standard?”
“Never had a complaint!” the Smith said. “If anything, they’re too much for the job.”
Ruby snorted and came over. The poor guy didn’t know what she dealt with daily, but she would give him a shot to impress her.
“Right!” He pressed a long set of tongs into her hand, “I’m going to pour the cup. All you have to do is grip it with this and help me do it nice and smooth. If we spill even a drop, it’ll be wasted work. Up for the task?”
“You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve handled. That’ll be a piece of cake.”
“Hah!”
He gave her a big smile, almost dopey in its enthusiasm, but on a face that rugged, she was willing to upgrade it to handsome. She had to; if enthusiasm wasn’t sexy, she was in huge trouble. She gripped the tongs around the cup, the sleeves of her duster rolling up some as she extended her arms.
“Holy... you got some arms on you,” the Smith said, eyebrows shooting up as he saw a glimpse of Ruby’s definition.
“Should see my stomach if you want to be really impressed.”
He bit his bottom lip, eyes flicking down to her stomach covered by the duster. She could practically feel him painting abs on her with his mind.
“Whatever you’re imagining, I can promise you it’s better,” Ruby said, not even kidding. Ambrosius had done an outstanding job.
“Let’s do the pour before I need a sit-down,” he said, holding up the cup of metal, glowing a bright yellow from its sheer heat. Ruby clamped her tongs around it, and the pair guided it over to the mould, pouring it out after a quick count to three, the golden heated liquid spilling out in a nice smooth stream.
“Beautiful that,” the Smith said.
Ruby nodded in agreement. It was lovely to see the work finally take shape.
She roved her eyes over him. What could she make out of that? Her mouth watered at the possibilities.
“Now we just let it get cool enough to quench, then we can add the finishing,” he said, gesturing to the smoking edge of the mould.
They waited patiently as the molten metal cooled; the smith took off his bunny-emblazoned apron and hung it up. The sweat of the forge had made his shirt stick to skin, and when he pulled to air it, Ruby felt the heat come over her again.
“So, are you here looking for an apprenticeship,” he said, glancing over at her, “or do you have a special project you want to work on?”
Ruby’s duster shook as she laughed. ‘Special’ would not cover what she was thinking now.
“Can’t I just admire good work?” Ruby said, a sparkle in her eye.
The Smith took the mould out from the sand and plunged it into a barrel of oil. The sizzling sound of cooling came with the smell of burning fat. It was enough to make someone hungry, and Ruby was getting very hungry indeed.
“Well, you’re certainly welcome to,” he said, “but I find there aren’t many who don’t want something more than just admiring.”
Ruby grinned at him, “And what are you expecting from me?”
“Oh, I’m not expecting anything,” he said, picking the blade out of the barrel and taking the mould over to an anvil to crack with a hammer. The gleam of unpolished metal a bright glistens against the muddy clay.
Ruby couldn’t stop herself from coming up behind him, placing a hand on that wonderfully firm rear and giving it a good squeeze.
“Sure? I’ve got a lot to offer,” she said in a husky purr. Her voice had a slightly lower pitch these days, and it let her get a nice rumble out of it when she tried.
“Mmm, I think I’d like anything you offered.” He turned back to her, a wicked grin playing across his lips.
It was so easy to tease a sweetie pie like this that it almost felt unfair. Almost.
“Then I’d love to see your work,” Ruby said, backing away slowly until she bumped into the counter. Letting her fingers trail along the wood, feeling every groove and knot. The Smith locked his eyes on her, head no doubt spinning from her touch and body tense with confusion at her suddenly backing off. But Ruby was willing to take her time with this one, so she could really savour the meal she was making.
“And I get to see your face, perhaps?” the Smith said as he hammered the blade on the anvil. The sword came into sharper relief as its edges were refined. Ruby had to admit it was a very fine-looking thing. Good enough it could even be-
No. No way.
“That’s Crocea Mors’ blade!” Ruby said, pointing at what he was working on.
“Yes? Wait, how did you know its name?”
Ruby flicked back her hood and tilted her head at him.
“Wait... you’re... are you related to Ruby Rose?” he said, hedging his bets at her new look.
“Cheeky! I am Ruby! Jaune, what in flying heck are you doing here?”
Jaune puts the hammer down and looks down at the blade in a panic, then back to Ruby. His entire world was thrown for a loop in just a few seconds.
“Making a replica sword?”
Ruby threw a pen from the counter at him. “In Skugge! Not that!”
“Oh, when the Evacuation Centre dissolved, I fell into the void,” Jaune said, returning to hammering the sword. “For the first week, I lived off the land, but it was rough going until I came across a homestead. I helped them fix up their tools, which had been bitten by rust, and after a couple of weeks, they recommended I head to Skugge to see if anyone up there needed help. Did some odd jobs here for a while, then thought I might as well try to settle down in the city while still helping people.”
“You help people by blacksmithing?”
“I’m good at it! There’s not exactly much to fight here, but people still want weapons in case that ever changes.” he smiled as he looked up at Ruby. “Better safe than sorry, right?”
“Unbelievable. Seriously, as in, no way that happened. I’ve been here a few months, tops.”
“What?” Jaune’s hammer blow landed on flesh and bone instead of steel, and he hissed as his hand angrily throbbed from the strike, aura flashing brightly. With a sigh, he set the blade and hammer aside. “That doesn’t make sense. I get the island is big, but I didn’t think I wouldn’t run into you until months later?”
“I guess? Being here doesn’t make a lot of sense. We weren’t meant to fall off that platform.” Ruby said, kicking her legs.
Damn, she’d always had a bit of a torch for Jaune, and she hadn’t been ready for him to turn out even hotter. Now she knew it was him, and it fit. He looked older and more rugged, but he was the same lanky sweetheart who’d rush in to help before thinking up a decent plan just now with a bit of extra muscle and a pretty sexy beard.
“Wait, you’ve been in Skugge for how long?” Ruby asked.
“Uh, two months, maybe?”
“Surprisingly, only one month here, but how haven’t you heard of us? We’re in the market every other day.”
Jaune waved over his workshop. “I barely get out. Everything’s delivered, and I’ve got lots of work to fill!”
“I don’t believe you haven’t heard about us. We’re hot news.”
“The four ladies up in the mansion?” he said, hesitating with every word.
“Yeah! That’s us...” Ruby rubbed her neck as she realised why he was unsure about it. “Uh... what have you heard about us, exactly?”
Jaune was blushing redder than the heat of his forge.
“Oh. Yeah, definitely heard of us then.”
“You squeezed my butt!” He sounded so accusing like it was a crime she’d committed.
“Cute butt, very squeezable,” Ruby said, undoing her duster’s buttons.
“You were flirting with me!”
“Oh no way, you were flirting first. Don’t you even dare pin this on me,”
Ruby wasn’t angry at him, but the way he was so severely on the defensive was a little needling. What was so wrong about flirting with her? Did he really still think she was just some short slip of a girl?
“It’s just a lot to take in.”
Ruby threw her duster off, Jaune’s breath catching in his throat as he looked her over.
“Take it in then,” Ruby grinned. “You’ve missed a lot.”
He looked like a fish gasping for air as he looked over the outfit she’d quickly used her power to change into. A red and grey T-shirt fit tight over her chest, far too small to fully cover her, so it’d been dragged up to show off some of her abs. It stretched the black text on the shirt over her breasts, and Ruby thrummed with anticipation as she watched Jaune try to read it. His eyes popped wide open when it sunk in, and Ruby had to laugh, raising a hand to tug at the thick black choker she was wearing.
“Snap my choker?” Jaune read out loud, every word sounding like an increasingly unbelieving question.
“If you got the tools to do the job,” Ruby grinned, swirling a hand in the air. Silver specks of her power flowed out of her hand and filled the warm air of the forge.
Jaune was already seeing stars from how he failed to react, or he just couldn’t pull his eyes off Ruby. It was a delightful feeling to be so hot you completely robbed a man of his senses. He’d leaned up against one of the forge’s thick wooden posts, sweat rolling over his cheeks that Ruby was pretty sure wasn’t from the heat anymore as she let her power expand out to settle through the whole forge.
“I can’t believe how forward you are now,” Jaune said. “You used to get nervous around me.”
Ruby cocked her head and hopped off the counter. Her hips swayed hypnotically as she strode up to Jaune, holding a hand to dance fingers up his shirt. “This is more fun, isn’t it?”
“You sure you know what you’re getting into?” Jaune said, still concerned about her. Ruby grabbed his crotch and squeezed, feeling an impressive thickness under her palm and getting a ground from him.
“Stop being such a chivalrous knight and snap my choker already.”
Something inside Ruby’s stomach did happy backflips when he put hands rough from work on her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees. She let her power flow along the floor to clear it of soot, hands fumbling with furious speed to undo Jaune’s belt and slip it out of the loops. Every touch of her hands as she worked at it made him twitch, but he kept her held there until she’d done the task and could dig her fingers, everything keeping her from that dick down with one firm pull.
A thick length swung out in front of her face, stiff and eager to be touched. Ruby licked her lips and took hold of Jaune’s cock between thumb and forefinger, giving it a few tentative strokes. He moaned at the teasing, and she giggled, smacking her lips and working her mouth around the cock’s head, rolling her tongue against it in a swirl. His salty taste was an earthy treat, and she sucked hard, moaning softly as she felt his body tense against her. Jaune groaned and moved his hands to pull her hair, the firm move sending a thrill racing through her body.
Rolling her head against the gripped hand, she pushed back to let the cock drop out of her mouth, tip slick with spit. “Didn’t expect you to be so big,” Ruby purred, staring up at Jaune and watching him squirm with need.
“Seven inches,” he said proudly, a hand on his cock to swing it to probe at Ruby’s lips. “Big challenge. You sure you’re up for it?”
Ruby gave him an amused grin. If only he knew he wasn’t even the biggest in the room. But it still impressed her. Before all the changes, she’d have been weak at the knees at the thought of taking it. She answered his question with action, wrapping both hands around his shaft and stroking him slowly as she slid her mouth back over that wet head.
She bobbed her head once, twice, three times, letting him feel the fullness of her mouth as she went. Each time she pulled away, she left a trail of saliva behind, coating the sensitive underside of his cock with slick moisture. Jaune whimpered, grabbing fistfuls of her hair and pulling her down harder onto his lap. His cock dragged along the roof of her mouth and hammered into the back, the impact a throbbing burst of sensation that made Ruby dizzy. She didn’t choke. Her body was incredibly willing to do as she wanted, and when you got Yang, Blake, and Weiss together in one house, you quickly learned to throw away that gag reflex. But a thick cock smashing its way to the entrance of your throat still made the mind rattle in a good way.
Her hands were shaking as they dropped to grip Jaune’s thighs, squeezing them tightly while he used the grip on her hair to pump her mouth up and down. She shivered as he bucked his hips, trying to thrust deeper and finally claiming the first inch of her throat. Her head swam as she felt her neck bulge out and press against her choker, but she’d made that choker good and thick. He wasn’t going to make it snap off with just a single thrust. Ruby was counting on that.
He growled something unintelligible, pushing her head further down his shaft. Ruby’s face got pressed into his lap as he fully hilted himself on her, the pressure rippling along her throat, making her vision go white and forcing her to close her eyes. The rush of blood in her ears was as furious as the crashing waves of the ocean, drowning out the wet sound of her throat being fucked fast and hard. A moan rolled in her throat, low and deep, and Jaune groaned right back as he ran her over his cock. Fast enough Ruby felt like her brain was sloshing around in her head.
He started moving faster, grunting each time he bottomed out and sent her nose digging into his groin. Ruby tried not to gulp down air, wanting to keep this blow job going longer than any other she had ever given or received. It would take some effort, but she was determined to give him her very best.
It helped that Jaune was clearly enjoying himself too much. With every stroke, he slammed her down on his cock, stretching her throat open and leaving her gasping for breath. The tightness of the choker around her throat became a burning ring, and the creak of the choker’s leather filled her ears as it became louder to her than anything else. She couldn’t think straight, the pleasure building in her core as she felt his balls slap against her chin with each thrust.
The world spun around her as Jaune pounded into her face. The warm hardness filling her mouth was the only thing anchoring her to reality. He was breathing heavily now, panting as he worked his hips to grind his cock down her throat, the pleasingly thick girth stretching it out enough that the choker’s creaking protests ended with a sudden loud snap and her throat muscles fluttered as they finally got room to stretch and then squeeze down all tighter.
He slowed, jerked forward, and came with a heavy grunt, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into her waiting mouth. Ruby swallowed eagerly, drinking down his seed as it flooded her throat.
“That was amazing,” Jaune panted, leaning back from her and giving her the space to pull herself free. Ruby took the chance to breathe again, shuddering as she felt the remnants of cum slide down the back of her throat.
“Can’t believe you did it” She gave Jaune’s cock a kiss, rubbing the sore skin on her throat from where the choker had snapped.
“You doubted me?” Jaune said, chest heaving as he took slow, measured breaths. “I need a moment to recover.”
Ruby wasn’t about to wait, so she pulled her tee shirt over her head. She hadn’t gone with a bra when she’d changed her clothes, so her breasts bounced freely as they came out from her thin top. Seeing all that curve straining against her top was one thing, but actually getting to see the substantial breasts Ruby had been gifted, Jaune was quickly rising back to attention.
Ruby gave him a smug smile. “Looks like all you need is me to recover,” she purred, crawling up his legs until she could wrap her arms around his waist.
She leaned in to kiss him, tongue darting out to tease at his lips. He hadn’t gotten to see her up close, and now he had to tilt his head back to enjoy the kiss. It was sinking in that she was noticeably taller than him. His kiss was fumbling and inexperienced, but Ruby helped make up the difference by using her height advantage to push her tongue down into his mouth and force him to push back to stay upright. He soon fought back, running hands over her sides and down to grip her ass, eventually lifting her off her feet with a growl.
Squealing with delight, Ruby locked her legs around his waist, squeezing him between her powerful thighs. “Oh, I like where this is going. Maybe you won’t lose to me as badly as when we trained together.”
Her power was still soaked into the forge and even settled on Jaune’s skin, the urge to change building as Jaune took charge. Ruby held it back, not wanting to disturb the pace with it before finding out his plan. Jaune walks with her locked onto him like a limpet and then peels her off to lay her back over an anvil, still warm from the heated metal he’d been hammering all day. Jaune rolls her over, Ruby’s chest pressing against hard steel, as she feels him tugging at her cargo pants. He doesn’t even try to undo the buttons on her pants, just pulling them down hard, the buttons popping off as they roll over the curve of her hips.
There was a very tense pause as she waited for his reaction. Her ass was a work of art, but that bubble butt would not be what had given him pause. Hanging over the edge of her anvil was her cock, that intimidating length pressed up against the steel and just as hard as the metal it kissed.
She tried to look back at him to see his reaction, but a hand pressed her down against the anvil firmly, and Ruby couldn’t see against the squashed cushion of her own breasts. Her legs kicked when she felt a spark jolt along her cock. He’d reached out with one hand, slowly stroking the shaft’s bottom with two fingers.
“So they weren’t kidding when they talked about the four of you in the mansion? You are all hung like beasts,” he said, voice firm as he wrapped his fingers around her dick. Ruby couldn’t even respond. The tension and the touch together were pushing all kinds of buttons. Her pussy dripped out a single bead of juices to splatter over Jaune’s wrist.
“And you didn’t think to tell me” he squeezed her cock between his fingers and then let go, leaving Ruby moaning with need. She nearly bit off the tip of her tongue when the first smack on her ass landed, a stinging blow that rippled the flesh and sent hot waves of pain flaring out from where Jaune’s hand had landed. It was such a dizzying feeling. Ruby bucked against the anvil, trying to press herself back onto Jaune. He kept hold of her hips, holding her still while spanking her. Each ringing blow like he was shaping metal with his hammer.
He was sure to cover every inch of her rear, starting low and working his way higher. The smacks were loud enough to echo through the room, and soon Ruby’s cries were even louder. His strength was a turn-on, and each smack dragged her body over the anvil, rubbing her breasts and making her cock swing and slap meatily off her thighs.
He finally stopped at the point where it was just about to spill over from teasing pleasure to actual pain, letting her ass bounce and settle down again as the warmth of the spanks blazed across her cheeks. Ruby groaned in frustration, reaching back with an arm to grab Jaune, but he was just out of reach.
Jaune laughed, leaning over her body and laying down to press her into the anvil. Stroking up her thighs as he spoke confidently into her ear. “Looks like you don’t need what I have, Ruby. Should I stop here?”
Ruby rubbed her head against his lips, mewling beneath him needily. “Come on, just fuck me. I know you want to.”
“You’ve had better, though. I’m not sure I’m up to the task anymore,” Jaune teased, fingers dipping into Ruby’s pussy. She was wet. The blowjob had been hot, and all this was even hotter. He was treating her like a project to be moulded into something better. The exact thing she wanted to do right back to Jaune right now, the latent power in the room ready to rush in and rebuild him.
“I can, I can change you,” Ruby said, “Just like me, I can make you whatever you want. Just please, I need this.”
He slid his hands down, leaving a trail of Ruby’s juices slicked along her thighs as she felt him slide along her back. He was hooking his arms around the back of her knees, delivering some kisses to her smacked, red, raw ass. Each press of the lips was a fiery blossom of delicious, thrilling pain, not intense enough to hurt but just enough to make Ruby squirm as if she’d never been touched. Where he kissed seemed like a fire was replaced by a cooling balm that had been applied.
“My Semblance lets me amplify other people’s Semblances,” Jaune said. “Don’t you think mixing powers like that is a little dangerous?”
Ruby let the silver dust that drifted around him spark, glistening off his skin as he felt his muscles tighten and strength builds in his limbs.
“All right then,” he grinned, “Well, if you’re going to do this, I want you to do it properly. I know you can struggle to decide on things, Ruby Rose. “
He lifted her legs so they swung up the sides of the anvil, hands stretched out to palm under her chest. With one truly impressive heave, he hoisted her right off the anvil and up against his chest. He bent Ruby’s legs until her knees were parallel with her head, completely folding her in half and keeping her aloft by looping his arms around the back of her knees and holding his hands just behind her neck. An obscene show of strength. The sudden shift in position made Ruby gasp, eyes wide as she looked behind her at Jaune, who seemed more amused than anything else at the sight of her shock. Ruby could feel her breath coming fast and heavy, arousal rising rapidly within her as Jaune rolled his hips, trying to line himself up with her pussy, his cock sliding over her thighs.
“You split me with that. I can’t promise what will happen,” Ruby said, rubbing her cheek against the fuzz of Jaune’s beard. It was rough against her skin, but the scratching helped distract her from the aching pressure that built up in her. Her muscles clenched as she tried to get closer to him, pushing her hips forward to grind against his pelvis. She couldn’t see much because of how tight he held her, Ruby’s chest pressed into her thighs, and only the end of her legs was free to kick. She had to watch the movements of Jaune’s hands to know what he was doing, looking as he shifted his grip slightly, spreading her wider.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine. You’ve always done good work,” and Jaune bit her earlobe as he rubbed the head of his cock over her pussy, sliding it into the groove. “I mean, look at you. You’re more woman than I can handle. I’m just doing my best.”
The words sent shivers through Ruby, her spine vibrating as he pushed inside, filling her up slowly. She gasped, gripping onto her own thighs for support, limbs all tangled together. Ruby nearly bit her lip hard enough to draw blood as the girth of Jaune’s cock spread along her folds, rippling up against the sensitive flesh as it spread her open. Her first change was the most obvious she’d ever made.
She needed bigger!
His shaft thickened and kept going until Ruby could feel every vein rub against her insides. A moan escaped her throat as Jaune buried himself deep inside her, and then the dancing motes of her power settled on his skin and stretched him out further still. Length piling on until he had a cock that rivalled Yang. Slamming deep into spots deep inside of her made her go all gooey in his grip.
His face was inches away, hair hanging in front of his eyes as he watched her writhe underneath him. “I didn’t know Ruby Rose was such a size queen,” he teased. “You give me such a powerful tool, and I’m going to make you feel every inch.”
Ruby bounced on his cock as he began hammering into her. The thick wood post they were leaning on cracked under the sheer force of the two bodies slapping together, only to be knitted back together by silver dust that permeated the area. Every time his cock hit a new spot inside her, she would cry out, gasping as pleasure washed over her. He watched her chest bounce over her shoulder, mashed as it was between her legs. It was still a mesmerising valley for his eyes to get lost in. She squeezed her thighs tighter as he leaned in close and began kissing the side of her neck while continuing to fuck her mercilessly.
The heat building within her threatened to boil over any second now, but Jaune wasn’t letting her come yet, teasing her relentlessly, prolonging the moment by slowing the pace just as she felt an orgasm cresting.
“You okay? You don’t have to keep your mouth shut if you aren’t enjoying yourself. I won’t laugh or judge,” he whispered into her ear.
It took everything Ruby had not to scream out, to beg him to fuck her harder. She wanted to cum so badly. Ruby had fucked Yang and the others like this but never had it quite this bad in return. It was filling needs she didn’t even know she had until now.
She gave him more height, muscle, and everything he needed to give her long, deep strokes. He used that all to bring her close, achingly close to orgasm, but denying her that release every time. Ruby’s cock was dripping pre-cum all over her belly, all the friction from rubbing between her thighs and stomach making it throb painfully. Her whole body burned with need, but Jaune stopped just shy every time until Ruby couldn’t take it.
He was teasing her, dragging the changes out of her! Well, two could play that game.
She let her transforming silver dust drift over his whole body and then reaches out to twist, a swell building against her back as Jaune gives a startled cry, “Ruby, fuck, that feels so good!”
She bet it did. She was giving Jaune breasts, and he was getting his first taste of them being pressed against her back. His groaning became increasingly feverish as they grew on his muscled body until they rivalled Yang's. A wonderfully soft set for Ruby to luxuriate in as he held her pinned to him and fucked her senseless.
She couldn’t just leave it there. Jaune had to match, so she let the changes drift to change the shape of his body a little more, curves for the hips, smoother features for the face. Goodbye scratchy beard, hello a wonderfully soft chin Ruby could nuzzle against and feel the silky smoothness.
As the last few changes settled, Ruby finally reached her limit, a furious rush of pleasure washing over her as Jaune slipped on, keeping her on edge. Lost in the thrill of having Ruby roll her shoulders back into that massive, sensitive chest.
“Oh dust yes, oh fuck, Jaune! More, please!” Ruby cried out, voice breaking when he slammed home one last time and pulled out. Jaune smiled down at her, looking incredibly pleased with themselves.
“You gave me breasts,” Jaune said, his voice lightening into her voice as their Adam’s Apple decreased. It was still with a captivatingly confident tone, but now a playful feminine edge as well. “And you’re begging for more? Not had enough fun?”
“No, please,” Ruby begged, losing her senses. She was rolling her head against Jaune’s shoulder. “More, more”
“Oh, I think you’ve earned a real pounding for this.” Jaune tightened her grip, lifting Ruby higher.
Her new cock was an unwieldy beast of a thing, sliding over Ruby as she raised her far back enough that she caught what she was about to do.
“Jaune! Too big for there!”
“Well, that’s your fault, isn’t it?” then mercilessly claimed her ass as she let herself roll down onto her new cock, bouncing Ruby up and down on its thick length to work it in deep.
Ruby’s hands went straight to her tits, squeezing hard as Jaune began fucking her again, dragging her strokes so she could feel how much bigger it was. Through the haze of sex, Ruby realised she’d forgotten to sign her work, but all she could think of right now was Jaune’s dick. Well, there’s no reason she couldn’t do something there, adding a piercing just behind the head of Jaune’s cock. Twin polished round rubies gleamed on the bar that immediately began rubbing against her as Jaune drove that monster home.
Her vision clouded silver around the edges as an orgasm tore through her, the feeling of Jaune’s new piercing rolling along her insides too overwhelming to ignore. Her power lashed out and added a second piercing along the length of Jaune’s cock, and this heightened the experience even more. Ruby’s tongue lolled out of her mouth as her eyes rolled back into her head. She came again even harder, cumming all over herself, the floor, and the anvil nearby, orgasms crashing into each other within her without an end in sight.
Well, why not a third piercing? A fourth?
The quad set was as far as she could handle because endless waves of dizzying pleasure annihilated her thoughts. Her power lashed out wildly and puffed out Jaune’s hair, adding curls and a thick, luxuriant length that kept growing as she fucked Ruby from one screaming orgasm to another until the hair was left hanging as low as Jaune’s waist.
Jaune’s arms wrapped tight around Ruby, the throbbing of their cocks matching the beat of their hearts. They came together, though, at this point, it’d be harder for Ruby not to. Both of them shuddered as Jaune’s cum shot deep into Ruby, filling her insides with warmth. The aftershocks of the synchronised orgasms rippled over Ruby and seemed unending.
She watched as red wine highlights crept on the end of Jaune's hair, the very tips a beautiful fiery red. Then Jaune took a breath and began fucking her again. The shock that Jaune wasn’t done hit Ruby almost as hard as the near-endless orgasms, as her whole body tensed and twisted under them. Ruby’s mind couldn’t cope, and her vision darkened as she looked back at Jaune’s ecstatic, smiling face.
She fainted right into that gloriously new soft chest, the warm heat of Jaune’s ruby piercings sawing inside her, turning any dreams she might have into pleasure-soaked fantasies.
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Ruby woke up held tight in Jaune’s powerful arms, cradled like a child holding a favourite toy while they slept. The newly transformed blacksmith was sound asleep, snoring gently beside her. Ruby smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of their bodies merging. Jaune’s new massive chest was the perfect pillow to enjoy the warm, flowing delight of a body aching from all the muscle spasms orgasming until you passed out created.
Any problems with fainting while using her power would need a thorough check over, and she looked forward to inspecting her work afterwards. She’d hate for Jaune to not enjoy all the new features she’d given her. After a fucking that hard, Jaune deserved to enjoy a little passing out of her own.
