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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      RWBY
  Relationship:
      Ruby_Rose/Weiss_Schnee
  Character:
      Ruby_Rose_(RWBY), Weiss_Schnee
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Sexual_Fantasy, Fantasizing, Massage, Weiss_has_a_dirty
      mind, And_the_author_has_an_even_filthier_one, Alternate_Universe_-
      Fantasy
  Series:
      Part 1 of Sexy_Animal_Noise
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-11 Words: 4986
****** Stiff-Stuck and Pent-Up ******
by ruff_ethereal
Summary
     A week of hard training and relying too much on Penny's quick-fix
     healing leaves Weiss waking up in the middle of the night, sore-stiff
     and suffering. Ruby helps her out with some ointment and massage
     training from the Watcher's Roost, but unbeknownst to her, her
     skilled fingers solve one problem and make an entirely new one for
     Weiss altogether...
Notes
     The following story is a smutty alternate version of Chapter 34 of
     The Keeper of the Grove.
See the end of the work for more notes
It was dark, moonlight streaming in through the window. Owls hooted, frogs
croaked, Ruby drooled all over her pillows and sheets. Everything was calm and
peaceful, except for the fact that every part of Weiss' body hurt.
As it always tended to happen, a memory came screaming up to the forefront of
her mind, too little, too late:
Penny, doing her usual treatment to help Weiss with her soreness, the pain and
the aching disappearing with the discharge of her magic.
Weiss climbing out of her hammock, limber and feeling like she could run a
triathlon right there and then.
“I noticed you've been dramatically increasing your levels of physical activity
recently, Weiss.” Penny said.
“Yeah, all that training's working wonders—I'm feeling stronger and stronger
every day!” Weiss as she headed out the door.
“That's great to hear! But as your personal Mender, I have to warn you against
overexerting yourself,” Penny said as she followed her.
“What, afraid I'm going to wake up even more sore than usual? You have all that
Mender magitech on you, don't you?” Weiss asked as she headed out to the halls.
“True, but they have their limits,” Penny said as they headed out the front
door. “Magic in living bodies can only last for so long before it dissipates
back into the environment, and I'd hate to think of what sort of damage you
could accidentally inflict on yourself while you're under effects similar to
high-grade painkillers.”
“I'll be careful, I promise,” Weiss replied as she headed down the elevator to
her garden.
But evidently not careful enough. Weiss tried to move her arm, winced as pain
shot up her spine and the rest of her body followed suit, her stiff muscles
simultaneously screaming in agony. Paralyzed, she could only let out a tiny
whimper of pain.
Ruby's ears twitched. Weiss heard her snort, she groggily raised her head up.
“Weiss…?” she muttered.
“Ruby...” Weiss whispered. “Help…!”
Ruby blinked, her instincts kicking into high gear, up in an instant and
scrambling over to Weiss. She looked her over once, and instantly knew what was
wrong. “Oh man, Stiff-Stuck?”
Weiss made an affirmative noise. “Get Penny...”
Ruby frowned. “Can't: she's totallydrained from the hunts today, she won't be
ready for anything until morning.”
Weiss whimpered, tearing up.
“Wait, no! Don't cry! Don't cry!”Ruby said as she scrambled off, dug through
her piles of belongings. “All of us watchers learn everything there is about
massaging sore muscles!” she said as she pulled out a container of ointment,
then pumped her fist in victory. “I might not be as good as a therapy mender or
Penny, but I can help till we can get you to the hot springs!” she said as she
laid it down by her bed then scrambled back to Weiss.
“I'm going to need to carry you to my nest, okay?” Ruby said as she reached for
her. “I'm sorry, but this is reallygoing to hurt...”
Weiss whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut.
It hurt. It really, really,reallyhurt. Ruby was fast and strong, capable of
picking her up like she was nothing and laying her down on her nest in the span
of a few seconds, but even the tiniest movement was agony.
“I'm going to need you to take your clothes off now,” Ruby said. “Or, you know,
I'll have to take your clothes off, since you can't...”
Weiss eyes opened wide in alarm. Her cheeks began to burn. She would have
protested if she could, but all she could manage was a squeak of panic.
“I can't massage you properly through your clothes, Weiss!” Ruby said. “I mean,
I've already seen you naked before at the hot springs, so it's not like it's
anything I haven't seen already, right?”
The burning worsened.
Ruby bit her lip, took a moment to consider her next words verycarefully. “Will
it help if I close my eyes? We were trained to do it blind, too! Just tell me!
On second thought: blink twice for 'Yes.'”
Weiss debated it. Suffer for however many hours until Penny was done charging,
let alone capable of helping her, or have Ruby strip her naked and massage her,
a buffer till they could get to the hot springs come morning?
Blink, blink.
Ruby went to work. She kept her eyes open only long enough to strip Weiss
naked, open the jar of ointment, and know where it was on the floor. Weiss was
laid on her stomach, her body throbbing in pain, her face burning bright red in
embarrassment.
She was beginning to have second thoughts, up until Ruby placed her hands on
her ankles. Weiss yelped as she felt the ointment kick in, freezing cold on her
skin as Ruby started to massage her sore muscles, feeling how Weiss' body
reacted and adapting accordingly.
It hurt—possibly even more than if she had just laid awake all night, stiff and
sore. Weiss yelped and whimpered, squirming and flinching; Ruby’s touch was too
strong, piercing far deeper into her body than was necessary, then it was too
light, doing nothing more than spreading a thin layer of ointment all over her
skin and causing her nerves to scream at the sensation, then it was in varying
levels in between the two, all more painful than anything else.
Weiss tried to figure out some way to tell her to stop, until Ruby finally
found justthe right amount of pressure, deep enough to get into all the knots
and sore sections, light enough than she wouldn’t cause any more pain than was
necessary.
The soreness and stiffness in her body began to loosen, the pain disappeared.
The freezing cold ointment began to heat up and left a pleasant, warm tingling
on her skin, along with a minty, soothing scent. Soon, Weiss stopped flinching,
squirming, and yelping, smiling and humming by the time Ruby finished up her
legs.
“Feeling better, Weiss?” Ruby asked as she pulled her hands away, put a fresh
layer of ointment all over her palms.
“Yes...~”
Ruby continued onto her back, Weiss began to doze off, until her hands happened
to cross over a particularlysensitive part of her lower back.
Ruby stopped. “Weiss…?”
“Yes...?” Weiss squeaked back.
“You um, uh… made a noise.”
Weiss began to sweat. “What noise…?”
“It kinda sounded like--” Ruby made a poor imitation of the high-pitched sound
Weiss always made when she was aroused or someone found one of her hot spots.
“You okay…?”
“I'm fine!”Weiss squeaked, sweating even harder, a very different section of
her body growing damp.
“Are you really? Because I can--” Ruby stopped. She sniffed, then sniffed again
a few more times.
Weiss' face felt like it was on fire—soul fire, as she could feel herself dying
inside once more.
“Oooohh…”Ruby giggled as she continued her work. “Weiss, there's nothing to be
ashamed about! We Fae aren't as weird about sex as you humans are—why are you
like that for something so natural, anyway?”
Weiss bit back another noise. “I guess we're just weird like that...” she said
through gritted teeth.
“Like with Nivian?” Ruby asked, as her hands strayed back on that same spot.
“Mmpff--!”Weiss stiffened up for a moment. “I mean: mhmm…!”
Ruby snorted, Weiss could feel her shaking her head. “I'll never get you
humans...” she muttered as she applied some more ointment on her hands. “Oh,
and Weiss?”
“What?”
“After I'm done, I can leave if you need time to, you know--” Ruby made a sexy
animal noise. “I'll even hang a sock over the door so no one will walk in on
you.”
Weiss quietly mulled it over.
“If you want, I can help you out with that, too!” Ruby added.
Weiss made a strangled noise. “Did you just--?!”
“Like I said, we’re not that weird about it, and it’s not like it’s the first
time I’ve ever done it,” Ruby replied. “It’s just--” she made a sexy animal
noise again. “Everyone does it! And even the folks who aren’t really into
anythingor anyonedo it too, sometimes.”
Weiss didn’t reply, pointedly turned her eyes down into Ruby’s nest and focused
on some inconsequential detail or the pattern of the fabrics.
“If you need to, you do it, that’s how we Fae think about it,” Ruby said as she
made long, gentle strokes up and down the length of her back. “No shame, no
weirdness, no strings attached—it’s just something you have to do, like eat,
sleep, or talk to someone sometimes so you don’t starve, pass out, or go crazy
from the isolation.”
Weiss didn’t reply.
Ruby frowned. “If it really bothers you this much, we can just forget about
this and go back to sleep after I’m done!” She paused. “But you know: offer
still stands!”
Weiss bit her lip. “I… uh… I’ll think about it.”
Ruby hummed. “You do that. I’m going to need to turn you over on your back now,
okay? Gonna need to open my eyes for that, so just warning you!”
“Got it…” Weiss whispered.
Ruby her over, as effortlessly and easily as she had hauled her out of her
hammock.
“Just how much do I weigh to her?” Weiss wondered. She never really put on the
pounds thanks to moderation with the triple chocolate cake shakes, a constant
supply of fresh and healthy meals from Manor Schnee’s army of chefs, and her
love of fencing aside. There was also the matter of her inheriting her maternal
grandmother’s “vertically challenged” gene, but still:
It wasn’t as if she was at risk of blowing away whilst walking in the streets
of Candela during a stormy day.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Ruby shifted and tugged at the pillows and
sheets now underneath her back, helping Weiss get more comfortable; she
couldn’t help but notice where those big, silver doe eyes of hers were looking,
follow her line of sight, see them straying quite a few times over to her
chest.
“Stop looking!” she thought of saying, but she just lay there, completely naked
and exposed, silently following Ruby’s eyes, before they locked with hers,
widened in alarm, and were quickly squeezed shut.
“Gonna work on your arms now!” Ruby said as she blindly groped for the jar of
sore-stiff ointment for a moment with one hand, the other patting about for
Weiss’ arm.
Weiss whimpered in pain as she felt her hands land on her upper arm, the
muscles there aching and stinging, reminding her that they were still tensed
and knotted. All thoughts of propositions and wandering eyes quickly
disappeared as Ruby got back to work.
The rest of the massage passed without further incident, Ruby loosening all the
knots and relieving the soreness, getting rid of all the tension in Weiss’
body, much of them she wasn’t even aware had existed until then.
It really wasn’t a surprise, however, given everything that had happened in the
past few weeks, and the years preceding it beside.
“All done!” Ruby said as she pulled her hands off and wiped them off on her
pajama pants. “Anything still hurting?”
“No...” Weiss hummed, her whole body feeling completely relaxed and warm all
over.
Ruby nodded. “Great! Do you still need to”--she made a sexy animal noise--”or
can we go back to sleep?”
And just like that, Weiss was tensed up once more.
Ruby noticed, and smiled sheepishly. “You know what, I’ll just leave the room
and let you think it out...” she said as she went through her piles of stuff,
and retrieved a wool sock. She left her room, opening the door just wide enough
for her to slip out.
“See in a while, Weiss!” she said, before she shut the door behind her.
Click.
Weiss noticed she had forgotten to lock it. But then again, Ruby had never used
the lock, her trust in others so strong that she knew that no one would ever
enter without her permission, and the kind of beings that would be willing to
break into the room of the Keeper of the Grove were likely not the sort to be
stopped by a simple door lock.
She could walk back in at any time. Open the door, possibly walk-in on Weiss in
the act of pleasuring herself, one hand rubbing her pussy, the other cupping
and toying with one of her breasts, the lewd expression on her face turning to
horror as she found her eyes locked on Ruby, frozen in mortification…
Weiss shivered, feeling herself get wet once more. “Fuck...”she whispered to
herself.
She’d seen mental health professionals about troubling thoughts, seen holos
about it, learned what you should do with them: face them head-on, let them hit
you like a wave crashing on the beach, let it rush past your ankles, knock you
down, or sweep you away without resistance.
Then, ride it out, until it lost all its power, receded back into the sea or
soaked into the ground, because eventually, all thoughts and urges pass...
… Though in this particular instance, they surewere their sweet time doing so.
Weiss squirmed, found she couldn’t really move much, not with all her muscles
essentially turned to jelly from Ruby’s massage.
And just like that, her thoughts shifted to Ruby’s hands.
Rough, from all the weapon handling, the hunting, and the terrorizing human
trespassers into the Valley, but in a goodway, especially with the contrast to
Weiss’ smooth, soft skin. Grip strong, exceptional control in her wrists and
fingers, capable of rapidly adjusting from the sensation of touch alone, find
the perfect amount of pressure for the job at hand, be it swinging her massive
scythe to slay a foe, or undo a painfully tight knot. Both of those traveling
up and down her whole, naked body, her touch ice cold from the ointment, before
it started to heat up and all she could feel now was that wonderful, pleasant
warmth…
… Weiss blushed and whimpered, biting her lip as she felt something warm
trickle down from between her legs to the sheets below her.
How long had it been since she had sex, or even just masturbated? Piper, she
couldn’t even remember!
In between the last, hectic year of high school, the barrage of independent
studies, brutal exams, the customary “senior year” traditions, and making and
discussing plans for further education and careers—or really, just what the
hellyou were going to do once you graduated—she couldn’t find time to squeeze
in much time for herself.
No time to enjoy holos or other recreational activities; no time to write to
Winter, or hang out with whomever were her friends at the time, or attend the
numerous parties and “Senior Year” antics; and certainlyno time to attend to
her various needs, except for eating, bathing, going to the bathroom, and
sleeping.
And when she didhave free time, it was frequently spent with her cheek on her
desk, blankly staring at her timer and waiting for her “break” to end, or
falling into the many time-consuming distractions on the Info-Grid.
Even after she graduated, got her diploma then formally quit all of her
organizations and obligations, it wasn’t all freedom and free time—no, that was
all her father “coaxing her” to finally choose which of her acceptance letters
she’d actually reply to or to go fly off elsewhere in Avalon to join a
prestigious (and more importantly, well-connected) organization for a year or
two of volunteer work, and her preparations to move-out and strike out on her
own on the day of her eighteenth birthday, now that legal freedom was so close.
Not to mention the disastrous, chaotic, and oftentimes traumatic series of
events of the last few weeks which had been coming non-stop, oftentimes piling
on top of each other.
Weiss was suddenly very, very,veryaware of how pent up and stressed she was, a
feeling she had handily ignored and shoved into a far, forgotten corner of her
mind until Ruby’s skilled hands brought it right back to the forefront.
She whimpered as she felt a familiar sensation between her legs—a persistent
aching, one that she knew would only grow worse and worse the longer she didn’t
attend to it, until she was a squirming, uncomfortable, distracted mess,
drenching her panties with her need, leaving suspect stains on every surface
she sat on.
Weiss bit her lip, raised a hand and looked at it. Should she…?
Privacy and isolation were luxuries here in Keeper’s Hollow, and everywhere
else in the Bastion, for that matter. The tree the house was built in wasn’t
small by any means, but with three Fae, one human, and a golem living in it at
the same time, plus a giant, mutant two-headed Corgi hanging around outside, it
was impossibleto find any place where you’d truly be alone even with the
rotating eight-hour shifts the others worked, and like hellwas she going to
lock herself in the house’s one bathroom for a suspicious length of time,
especially with it being right next to the kitchen.
And now here was Ruby, giving it to her: the whole of her room, and her nest to
get comfortable in before she got herself all riled up.
But as she said, only for a while.
Weiss bit her lip and blushed as she brought her hand between her legs; any
thoughts of stopping, of just trying to go back to sleep and ignoring the
aching between her legs disappeared as she put her fingers to her pussy.
She made that same high-pitched yelp as earlier, felt a jolt of pleasure run up
her spine, her starting to get very, verywet, very quickly as she rubbed up and
down the length of her folds.
“Mnn…!”she moaned as she sped up her pace, feeling her fingers start to grow
slick and warm with her arousal, panting softly as she cupped a breast, her
fingers sinking easily into the warm, soft flesh as she, squeezed it and groped
it, thumb straying to her fast-hardening nipples.
What if Ruby walked in on her like this?
Exposed,her pussy sopping, drippingwet, ever growing warm stains on her pillows
and sheets? Would she complain, regret her decision to let Weiss use her nest?
Or would she slip in and watch, smiling lustfully as she found a good spot to
see all of her, Weiss sheepishly smiling back as she spread her legs wider...
Weiss let out a long, lewdmoan, her cheeks burning red, sweat pouring down her
whole body, her teasing touches and rubbing fanning the fire between her legs,
if they weren’t already pulling out gas and throwing it on with glee.
“Fuuucckk…!”she whispered as she forced herself to pull away, leave her pussy
drooling, desperatefor attention.
“No, no more!”she thought, her lip bit. “No more fantasizing about Ruby. Focus
on yourself, your body, what you are right this moment...”
And what she was was a sweating, panting, shivering and squirming mess. “This
is why you need to masturbate more...” Weiss thought to herself as put her hand
back on her pussy, felt the heat on her skin, the arousal pouring down her
inner thighs. “Waiting until you’re this pent up to do it can’tbe healthy...”
… But damned if it didn’t feel amazing.
Weiss slowly, carefully eased a finger inside her; she gasped, moaning and
whimpering as she started to slide it in and out, felt it rub against her hot,
silky walls. As always, she tried to pace herself and drag it out, but once
again, she failed, slipping in another finger, and another, until she all four
knuckle-deep inside of her and dripping with her arousal, speeding up to her
favourite pace:
Fast like her pounding heart, but slow enough so she could hear the lewd, wet
sound of her fingers pumping in and out of her sopping pussy.
She tilted her head back and cried out in pleasure, tongue hanging out in a
pant, the pillows underneath her thighs and butt soaked and hot with her
arousal, the scent of it starting to overpower the minty aroma of the sore-
stiff ointment.
Weiss thought of accidentally waking up the rest of the house—the walls were
thick and sturdy, but they weren’t completelysoundproof, and they were all
light sleepers as befitting their jobs as watchers.
She thought of Blake and Qrow waking up from her moans and cries, the awkward
conversation that would be come morning, if they didn’t make the effort to get
out of bed and make their displeasure known.
Then she thought of Ruby, probably on the couch in the living room, her ears
tuned to the sound of Weiss masturbating. Was she trying her best to ignore the
noises she was making, tune it out? Was she completely ignoring it, busying
herself with the many distractions and activities available to her via her
comm-crystal, if she wasn’t in the kitchen getting a late night snack of
cookies and milk?
… Or was she listening in, trying to pick out every last whimper, moan, and
pant, her own hand slipping into her pants as she felt herself growing excited,
too…?
Weiss’ eyes widened. “Ohh, sweetShepherd...”she moaned as she felt the burning
and aching between her legs worsen worsen.
She thought of Ruby hesitating for a moment, those big doe eyes of hers
conflicted before she thought to herself, maybe just a few strokes, just a
little bit of light touching, play with her clit even, toy with herself and
incite the sensible part of her brain to shut the whole operation down, shame
her for masturbating to the sound of Weiss doing just that…
… Or maybe she wouldn’t hesitate in the first place.
Maybe the Fae were so comfortable with and casual about sex that Ruby wouldn’t
even think twice about slipping her hand into her pants, if she didn’t just
pull them altogether, kneel on the couch with her legs spread, her rear thrust
out into the air, fingers rubbing her wet pussy lips as her other hand sneaked
into her shirt, crawled across that expanse of rock-hard abs and solid muscle
to her breasts.
Maybe she was just outside the door, an ear pressed right up to the wood, pants
bunched up by her ankles, her horns resting against the wood so any involuntary
bucks forward wouldn’t send them banging against it, give away her position,
what she was doing.
Ruby, panting and biting back her moans, her fingers a blur as they slipped in
and out of her drooling wet pussy, her other hand toying and playing with her
clit, driving herself wild. Feeling herself nearly reach her limit, her eyes
squeezed shut, a pathetic, needy look on her face as she moaned:
“Weiss…!”
Weiss came, and came hard.
Harder than she could remember, the force of her orgasm leaving her shaking and
squirming, her mind overwhelmed as the whole of it was drowned by waves of
pleasure crashing one after the other, incapable of making any noise but tiny,
pleasured whimpers, a barely intelligible mutter of a name:
“Ruby...~”
Weiss slowly pulled her hand out from between her legs, rested it on her
stomach as it was starting to cramp; it was totally drenchedin her arousal,
from how much of it had gushedout of her pussy as she came. She bit her lip as
she felt the mess dripping down her skin, the soaked pillows and sheets
starting to grow uncomfortable as the stains cooled off.
She reallyhoped Ruby wouldn’t mind the mess she had made of her nest, and
herself.
… Or maybe she reallyrather hoped that she did, that she—
Knock-knock.
“Weiss…?” Ruby asked—in a calm, not-at-all aroused, nor suspicious manner. Like
she had just been patiently waiting elsewhere in the house the whole time, her
timing completely coincidental.
Weiss blinked, unable to do anything but stare at the door, still sweating,
breathless, and more than a little blanked out.
“You okay in there…?” Ruby asked.
Weiss swallowed the lump in her throat. “Mm—mhmm!”she just barely squeaked out.
“Gotcha!” Ruby replied. “So, you done now, or should I wait a while longer…?”
Weiss thought of cleaning up. But unfortunately for her, the exhaustion and her
after glow were reallystarting to kick in, and she couldn’t move a muscle once
more—albeit this time, it was for an infinitelybetter reason than earlier.
“… Y-Yes…” Weiss stammered. She would have apologized profuselyfor the mess,
maybe even confessed to the dirty fantasies that she had dreamed up in the heat
of the moment, but it was suddenly really hard to form words, let alone string
them together.
Ruby carefully opened the door, peered in, then slipped inside. She took the
sock from the doorknob, then closed it behind her.
Weiss blushed and began to sweat again as Ruby stopped before her nest, looked
at the scene before her:
Weiss, completelynaked, her whole body sticky with sweat, her butt and thighs
resting on a mass of sopping wet sheets and plushies, the fabric stained dark
and smelling strongly of her arousal. She could only imagine the level of
detail could pick out, even without the lights off; the Fae’s incredible night
vision played a key role in their guerilla tactics, of besting their prey both
animal and human.
Ruby smiled at Weiss. “Had a good one?”
Weiss sheepishly smiled back. “Yeah...” she muttered.
Ruby yawned. “Happy to hear it… I’m going back to sleep now, Weiss...” she said
as she came over.
Weiss paused, struggled to stay awake. “W-wait: you’re not even going to change
the sheets?”
Ruby laid down beside her. “Do you want me to?” she asked as she pulled up one
of her pillows. “Because Ireally don’t mind.”
Weiss silently stared at her, eyes wide, her cheeks heating up all over again.
Ruby yawned. “Good night again, Weiss...” she muttered as she let her head hit
her nest, and was out like a light immediately after.
Weiss debated waking her up, before she sighed, and resigned herself to the
sleep.
They could change them in the morning…
===============================================================================
Morning came, Penny knocked on their door before she opened it. “Good morning
Ruby, Weiss! Sorry for barging in, but--”
She noticed Ruby and Weiss together in the former’s nest. Ruby groggily got up,
Weiss kept on sleeping peacefully, still naked and exposed, the stains below
her long dried but the smell of sex still heavy in the air.
Penny kept on smiling as she slowly, quietly stepped back and closed the door.
Later, that morning Weiss was back to tending to her garden, watering, weeding,
and clipping. She looked up as she saw Penny coming up to her.
“Good morning, Weiss!” she said with a wave.
“Hey Penny—something up?” Weiss asked as she got up from the ground.
“Yes, actually!” Penny lowered her voice. “I noticed that you and Ruby have
gotten intimate recently...”
Weiss blinked. “I'm sorry, what?”
“You know, the two of you--” Penny made a sexy animal noise.
Weiss face turned red in instant. “W-Wait, what?! N-no wedidn't!”
Penny winked. “Of course you didn't~ Anyway, as your personal mender, I have to
warn you to please wash both your hands before to minimize the risk of
infection to either of you, manicure your nails frequently, and use plentyof
lubrication!”
Weiss’ began to panic even more. “No, seriously, we didn't doanything!”
Penny nodded, still smiling. “I should emphasize that that last point
isextremelyimportant: the human body was simply not designed to be able to
handle the speed, intensity, and frequency that Fae are capable of, especially
when incredibly aroused.”
Weiss just stared at her, mortified and dreading her putting the pieces
together.
“Do not hesitate to ask me for any questions you may have!” Penny chirped
softly. “Though the identities have been changed and obscured for privacy
reasons, you and Ruby are not the first interspecies relationship in Fae
history.”
Weiss stared at her in mute horror. “… Thanks, Penny...” she whispered.
“You're welcome, Weiss!” Penny said, winking one more time before she left.
Weiss finished up her garden work, and proceeded to spend a long while at the
storage bin, thinking to herself. “Okay… so within the span of less than a
night, I have had veryintimate contact with my roommate/parole watcher, learned
about Fae attitudes towards sexuality and how she is completely fine with
leaving our room for me to masturbate, after which I proceeded to have
veryvivid, verylewd, and veryintense fantasies involving her secretly getting
off to my getting off.
She blushed. “Fantasies that seem to have excited me quite a great deal,
possibly more than some of the actualsex I’ve had with other people.
“And I am stuck in a society where everything from their culture, their
architecture, and their social norms encourages constant physical interaction
with others, and for whom privacy and secrecy is almost exclusively reserved
for their governing body to make oftentimes morally questionable decisions in
the name of protecting their species, and about the only place I can be
completely alone and without risk of anyone seeing or knowing what I’m doing is
in the private baths at the hot springs, which I can’t afford, and are
considered a rare, once or twice a month luxury by even the most affluent of
Fae society, let alone a broke parolee like myself.”
She spent a while looking at the sun shining down on her freshly tended crops,
heard the sounds of the swamp creatures going about their days, and the others
doing much the same in the house.
“I am sofucked.”
End Notes
     As of this time of writing, the following smutty alternate versions
     are planned:
         * Chapter 58, where Weiss doesn’t accidentally freeze their lips
           together.
         * Chapters 61-62, where Ruby decides to stay up for Weiss’ return
           from the Weaver’s Terrace.
         * Chapters 86-88, where the two of them discuss their feelings
           and their relationship, then have wild, passionate make-up sex.
         * Post-Epilogue Pyrrha and Penny.
     There are still tentative plans for smutty spin-offs of the smutty
     spin-offs based on audience feedback, tentatively named “Kinky Animal
     Noise.”
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