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novankenn · 2 months

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A Side kept hidden... (4)

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Jaune had 3-1 odds on him winning the match, and considering he had put everything he had on himself... he had to win. One could ask why Jaune was where he was. Inside a chain-link cage, circling another young man.

Attending Beacon was expensive, and his fairly substantial savings was continually declining so he needed lien and in substantial quantities. So he did some digging and located an underground fight club... and joined as a combatant.

With active aura he was in the "Aura User's" division, and this was his first match, but the second of the night's card. Bringing his heavily wrapped hands, he began to slightly bounce on the balls of his feet... it was time.

"Next match! Arc vs Birch!" yelled the announcer. "Place you bets!"

Jaune wasn't sure what style Birch was using, as his stance seemed very similar to the one Jaune had taken. Unknown to everyone at Beacon, Jaune was not as untrained as they all assumed. While he has barely any talent with the sword and board, he was not completely without skills. His family was Valean, and were longtime practitioners of a very Valean style of unarmed combat.

"FIGHT!"

Jaune and Birch closed, touched fists and then began to circle one another. Jaune dodged back avoiding a leading punch from Birch and replied with a hard round-kick to Birch's exposed ribs, followed up with a flurry of jabs and straight hands.

Birch backpedaled, getting out of Jaune's range, and composed himself. Jaune didn't push his advantage. One attempted strike by his opponent wasn't enough for him to come up with an effective attack plan.

The cheers and jeers of the crowd surrounding the cage, fell upon the ears of both fighters, as the continued to circle, throwing out feinting punches and kicks testing the defenses and responses of the other. Birch finally having enough of the testing moved in fast and hard with a flurry of punches, forcing Jaune to cover up as he attempted to move sideways out of Birch's range.

Throwing an off-balance round-kick Jaune instantly chambered and fired off a side-kick catching Birch straight in the gut. With Birch's momentum stalled, Jaune reset his base and retaliated, unloading with a barrage of round-kicks to the body and the head. Birch unwilling to just be a target dummy closed in and was rewarded with a straight punch to the face, followed by a nasty right-hook to his exposed chin.

Seeing Birch rocked, Jaune moved in fast and hard. Slamming Birch's ribs on the right side with a hard round-kick, Jaune hopped and twisted his body hard and fast bringing his left across and into the side of Birch's head with a head high round-kick.

Jaune knew from how Birch stumbled and shook his head, that his bell had been rung. With a hop forward Jaune planted a push-kick to Brich's face taking him off his feet and causing his head to crack against the very thinly padded cement floor.

The announcer who also served as the official rushed forward and after a quick check, stood grabbed Jaune's wrist and raised his hand into the air.

"Winner! ARC!"

Jaune took a couple deep breaths as the fevers of the crowd followed the rain of useless betting slips. He was satisfied. One match and he was once again solvent.

#rwby #pyrrha nikos #horror themed #sadistic pyrrha #miltiades malachite #junior xiong #jaune arc #jaune has training

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problematic-rwby-shipping-poll · 1 month

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I/NCEST BRACKET - ROUND TWO: ENABLER VS MALACEST

Propaganda is below the cut.

ENABLER

“they are incredibly close, also Ruby was totally jealous in vol9, she told me herself.”

“Yang basically raised Ruby and has been there for her since day one. Protective big sis Yang and her precious little rose. The dragon and her baby sister. They are just meant for each other. Not to forget that the red and yellow goes together so well.”

“The original! Before there was White Rose there was Enabler—it’s history really, and damn if they aren’t cute. Goth little sister x jock older sister, trying to protect your baby sister x trying to be as cool as your big sister? So good.”

MALACEST

"So many fics and they work because they have those vibes."

#rwby #problematic rwby shipping poll #ruby rose #yang xiao long #enabler #melanie malachite #miltiades malachite #malacest #i/ncest bracket #i/ncest bracket round two

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pilot-boi · 7 months

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Hey so uh...

I'm guessing you haven't read "Roman Holiday" because uh...

I just figured I'd let you know that Melanie and Miltia were already in their early twenties five years prior to the series (back when Neo was 18) and thus their ships with Team RWBY should probably ALSO be marked red for the "massive age gap".

I get that they don't LOOK like they're in their mid-to-late twenties, but they are.

Oh yeah I haven’t read Roman Holiday. I’ve heard it’s good, I just haven’t had the chance

Thanks for the head’s up, though! I shall update the ship sheet accordingly

And by the way, I’d any of y’all have any rare pairs or updates you want me to make, please let me know. I’m also working on making platonic duo names, because I’ve always been a fan of those

#rwby #miltiades malachite #melanie malachite #mine #asks #swapauanon #shipping spreadsheet

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wu-sisyphus-gang · 8 days

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Motion Sickness Chapter 22 Snippet

“Who’s this Melanie?” A voice purred from behind me. A girl’s voice. I ignored it because ignoring women was my MO.

“I don’t know Miltiades, some new huntsman.”

“He’s decent looking.”

“Tall, too.”

I looked around. There were two girls looking at me. They had dark hair and pale green eyes. I looked them up and down. “Are you talking to me?” I wondered. It went against my MO. Explicitly, even. One had a pair of silver blades attached to white boots to match the overall ensemble of a white dress. The other had red claws strapped to her back. The red claws matched a tighter red dress than the girl in white who could only be a sister. Maybe a cousin if I was stretching.

They looked damn near identical, though, so I was really stretching.

“Who else would we even be talking to?” I looked around, the girl in white made a fair point. There was nobody even close to me. They were to either side of me out in the open.

“So what brings a huntsman like you down here?” The girl in red asked.

“I’m with him.” I pointed to Qrow, not seeing any point to lying. I pushed him into this place afterall. Out in the open. “Need to get him back on his feet but we’re a little short on cash.”

“And what is he to you?” The girl in red asked.

“He’s not much to be completely and totally honest. Family of a friend,” I answered vaguely. “I didn’t catch your names.”

“I’m Melanie Malachite.” The girl in white introduced herself. “And this is-”

“Miltia.” The other finished. Malachite, like the woman in charge. Well I'd better be polite and not fuck things up. That was all the advice I’d been given.

“Well, can I buy the two of you a drink? Or drinks, rather?” I doubted they would be sharing.

Instead they just giggled a little at me. Cute girls laughing at me was nothing new though and after a few years it meant surprisingly little. Girls like this tended to laugh like that. It would be better for my sanity if I didn’t take it personally.

“I thought you were short on cash.” Miltia returned, hiding her smile behind a hand and failing. Probably intentionally.

“Short on cash for a pair of legs. Not for three drinks.” I lifted my glass to my lips. It was already empty and the glass clinked around in no liquid. “Make that four drinks. What’ll you two have?”

“A white russian,” Miltia said.

“A hurricane.”

I ordered for them and another whiskey for me. Then I slid the red drink to the girl in white and the white drink to the girl in red. I was sixty percent sure they were fucking with me. Somehow. And it was totally working. They were messing with my head completely and totally and probably for kicks.

But they took drinks from their cocktails with a familiarity that threw me off. Maybe they did drink these exact drinks a bit. I nursed my own, making sure to take it slower on my second glass of something straight.

The last thing Qrow and I needed was for me to be wasted.

"So where are you from?" Melanie pulled back from her red drink and bounced out the words. I hope she wasn't clumsy because that drink would stain like a nightmare on her white clothes.

"Vale. I, uh, I used to go to Beacon." I took my weapons off my back and set them on the stool to my left. The stool on my right was occupied by Miltia.

"We're from Vale too." Miltia said.

"Not really the biggest fans of Beacon students but we can make an exception."

"Lucky me." I slipped. "Well the 'ex-Beacon student' is kinda important anyways. I left that place behind after the attack."

"We left with the collapse as well." Melanie added.

"Decided it just wasn't safe enough." Miltia clarified.

"Makes sense. I was out of there in a hurry myself. How did you two get here then?"

"Airship." Miltia informed me.

"Our parents own several so we just flew." They were sisters, then.

"Must have been nice," I let myself grumble. The thought of my feet aching from walking ached.

"Sounds like there's a story to how you got here." Miltia pressed.

"I walked, rode horses, and took a train. Just extra steps comparatively. More monsters, you know?"

Melanie blinked. “You ride horses?”

“Well aren’t you a regular old fashioned knight.” She eyed me in my thick armor. She may be reading into my look and figuring some other things. They were all wrong but she was figuring some things.

"I had to learn on the way. It's not like that."

"Did Qrow Branwen teach you?"

"You two know Qrow?"

"We know about Qrow." Miltia corrected.

"Some hunters are famous like that."

"Him and his sister are both well known but there are others too."

"Winter Schnee, Glynda Goodwitch, General Ironwood." Melanie counted.

"Well Qrow didn't teach me that but I suppose he is mentoring me in other things."

"Like what?" Miltia asked.

"Like being a better fighter, I guess. He knows a lot about how to kill things, and not much else to be on the level with you." I reached the bottom of my drink and debated with myself before ordering another one. I was on the heavy side anyways, so it should be fine? "I really try not to take his advice on other things."

“You’re a heavy drinker.” Melanie watched me order more whiskey.

"Yeah. That's one of those things I really don't want to pick up from Qrow but it might be too late. I might have the sort of addictive personality that leans that way."

"You're not sure?"

"I'm really not the kind of guy that goes to bars much."

"You seem like a regular to bar or club life."

"Yeah. With the right haircut you could be a plain old ladykiller."

I blushed. "I don't think so..."

"Come on."

“I know, let us give you a makeover.”

"Nobody likes a good-looking guy with no confidence."

"Nobody likes a guy with the wrong kind of confidence either. Trust me on that one." I thought of Weiss. She really hadn’t been all that into me. Like at all. But hot girls not liking me was nothing new to my life. It was the rule and there were two redheaded exceptions. Weiss was… probably a friend? Now? I wasn’t really sure. I learned to dislike her a little as a self defense mechanism. And to be fair, while that was probably an unhealthy coping mechanism, it kept me slitting my wrists the short way rather than the long way. I sucked on my third drink. My vision was getting a little shaky and my lips and face a little looser. "Where did you girls train?"

"Train?"

"Get your huntswomen training, I mean."

"Huntswomen," Miltia giggled.

"I know he's so careful." Melanie laughed back.

"Listen, I have gotten my ass beat by so many women that it pays to jump through that kind of hoop. It just does."

"We don't have any formal training." Miltia returned to the previous question.

"We're from the mean streets of Vale."

"We're with the gang so…" Miltia finished.

"I see." I nodded along.

"You think it doesn't count?" Melanie prompted.

"It's probably more real than any training someone gets at like, Signal." I disagreed with her implication. "My real training came from after Beacon fell, in the wild. Hunting criminals and real Grimm instead of practice dummies or training partners."

"Plus whatever Branwen is teaching you."

"Eh." I managed. "The chair happened around the same time that I met him. Most of the training he has given me has been verbal rather than hands on. All-l, really-y." I slurred slightly.

"You seem perfectly capable anyways."

"Maybe gang life would suit you."

I watched Miltia trade drinks with Melanie. They took a pull from the others' drink in perfect synchronization. At my look she leaned over. "We don't mind sharing things." She winked.

"Uh huh." I managed stupidly. “So what kind of haircut should I get? Asking for a friend.”

“I don’t know.... What do you think Melanie?”

“Well he looks alright now but he could tame it even more. Slick it back and nice and short. Nothing to grab onto but it would be smooth.”

“Yeah, he’s sort of in between right now. Like go scruffy or comb it over. Pick one and commit.”

“Pick one and commit…?” I trailed.

‘Yeah. You’re scruffy-”

“But not full on scruffy. And you have the comb over-”

“But you didn’t commit to it. If you’d pick one and go with that one who knows what could follow.”

“No one likes a guy who’s indecisive.”

“Seems to me like you girls don’t like a lot of guys,” I cut in. “Indecisive, no confidence, wrong confidence. Boy, is there anything about me girls actually like. I’m honestly asking.”

“What should your angle be? You mean?” Miltia asked.

“Yeah? What cards do I play? I’m too nice for edgy and too honest for mysterious.”

“Well you’re tall and broad so you’ve got that going for you,” Melannie pointed out. “Everyone likes a huntsman. Who doesn’t like a huntsman?”

“Nobody.”

“Okay, I hear that. Let me ask you something. I met the most beautiful girl in the world when I was at Beacon. A smart, gorgeous huntress. Let’s say I was really trying to impress this girl and I tried everything I could think of. I tried singing. I tried asking her to the dance. I tried asking her alone and in groups and in and out of classes. I tried it all. Okay? I tried literally everything and the kitchen sink.”

“And nothing worked?” Melannie asked.

“Nothin’,” I said. “Nothin’ worked. Not a damn thing. I think she hated me.”

“Well it sounds like you were trying too hard. Nobody likes that.”

“And if you’re going to go honest you have to commit.”

“C-o-m-m-i-t,” Melanie hit the back of her hand into her palm with each letter. She spelled it out for me which was good because I’m fuckin’ stupid. “Honest is fine.”

“Honest is good, even. But if you’re dishonest in any way a smart girl will smell that from a mile away. You said she was smart right?”

“The smartest.”

“So what did you really do?”

“We can’t tell you unless you’re completely honest with us,” Melannie ordered.

“Real talk?” I asked. “I… I tried to fake my confidence… and most of my personality...”

“Yeah that’s not gonna work.”

“That’s not gonna work at all,” Miltia agreed. “You can't play the nice guy card and then try and fake it like that. A girl just knows.”

“A girl totally just knows. We would notice if you were faking it right now. It’s like a guy faking their orgasm. It’s not a thing.”

“It’s not like girls can really fake it either…” I pointed out. “It’s pretty obvious and world shaking when a girl finishes for real. And when you do it right she isn’t sure if she wants more or less. Can’t fake that. Come on.”

“He knows…” Melannie trailed.

“He’s onto our entire gender.”

“Who would have thought?”

“Scraggly, tall, and blonde has moves in the bedroom.”

“Please,” I waved off. “It’s so stupid easy to make girls come. It’s literally brain dead. If I can do it, anybody can. The clitoris and G-spot are not hard to find. You can make a girl finish even when she is begging you not to.”

“Can you not with guys?” Miltia asked.

“Not a chance. It’s easy to get a guy into it but if he’s not completely into it you cannot get him off. Bet.”

“Is that a challenge?” Melannie wondered. “Are you challenging us?”

“Bet,” I repeated. I finished my drink.

#melanie malachite #miltiades malachite #Jaune arc #weiss schnee #qrow branwen #rwby #ff7 #motion sickness

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heliosthegriffin · 1 year

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Bad girls love good men: The thirding

Jaune’s house was a big place, big enough for a elephant to wander in and get lost inside, large enough for a family of elephants in fact, tall too reaching far enough into the sky for one to get vertigo if they were to peer down.

It was also made entirely of wood, which itself came from interlocking, intertwining, leafy green living trees, of no particular breed, species, or creed, just the ones Jaune thought looked nice, much to the scientists he worked with to make his house, annoyances.

They’re were also animals living inside, yes, including elephants, but no one quite had any good ideas on how to get them out, and Jaune decided to leave them be, as he was too scared to find out how they got into his house in the first place. Also, before he turned his house into a home for troubled women, he had been very lonely, and enjoyed the company.

They also had quite powerful auras from snacking on the ever-growing home.

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Outside the home, stood two young women, one dressed in red, and the other, white.

They looked tired and annoyed, having to hike a good twelve miles from the nearest town to get here. But, they had no choice, as otherwise they would have been dragged here.

The one in red, Miltia opened the gate, flinging the wooden gate open with a shove, and went to knock on the door, shouting angrily “Hey, we’re here for rehab,”

Melanie, the one in white, walked up next to her, pulling they’re luggage. “Or whatever! So open up!”

The door creaked open, revealing a quiet and dark welcoming room. It held quite a oppressive and evil air, in the middle of which was green haired girl, who ruined the air by sprinting out and tackling the two the ground.

A explosion followed her out, blowing them across the yard and into the tree line. It was a very impressive explosion, yellow, blue and green fire exhaling out of the house in a wave of force and heat.

The house of course being unharmed, aside from some slight burn marks that quickly disappeared.

The same could not be said for the lawn, which was bald as a baby, the earth scorched black and burning, with a unpleasant smell. Which, strangely enough, quickly disappeared, as the oppressively powerful life force of the House, saturated the lawn, and began to slowly regrow it.

Emerald shakily rose off the ground, dressed in full tactical body-armor, helmet and knee pads included, she had a crossbow slung around her shoulder with a quiver of syringes on her hip. The young woman had a long, far away look that showed signs of her being somewhat scared and shocked, but her body betrayed the fact this was not the first time something like this had happened.

She drugged the groaning and somewhat crispy forms of the Malachite twins behind a particularly thick and sturdy looking tree, maybe even a off-shoot of the House?

Emerald waited for them to wake up, then shoved a bag into they’re arms.

“Welcome to Arc House,” She said with a smile. “Hope you’re ready to pick a side, because, it’s either Taco Tuesday or Burger Tuesday,” She loaded her crossbow. “I hope you make the right decision, cause Jaune is letting us pick dinner tonight.”

The twins sweated nervously.

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Jaune wandered the kitchen, pulling Neo in a red wagon behind him, the little gremlin being chained to the wagon was only a minor detail. The tall blonde going around the kitchen assembling spices and ingredients for tonight dinner, Emeralds side had won the little scuffle today, and with only minor damages! He was so proud, but he would have been proud regardless of who won.

As long as it wasn’t Neo.

She had lost the right to pick a side after she choose her side, and decided only her side could win, even if she had to lose.

Anyway, they were going to have taco’s tonight.

Another explosion rocked the house, and two blacked haired girls feel through the ceiling, Jaune catching one in each arm, much to they’re pleasant surprise.

“Hello, you’re Miltia,” He said to the one in Red, then turned to the one in White. “And you’re Melania, good to meet you two, dinner will be ready at just a few minutes.”

After a entire day of warfare, intimidation, and violence, it was near enough to break the two girls, but being caught into Jaune’s arms, and actually receiving a pleasant welcoming, was enough to melt them.

“Like thanks,” Miltia said with a blush.

“Like, alot,” Melania added looking away. “We’re happy, to be here.”

Jaune sat them down at the dinner table, much to the twins displeasure, Jaune having to shake them off a little. “Great,” Then with a snap of his fingers, a sound like thunder erupted around the house. “Green Team Wins! Today is Taco Tuesday!”

They’re a small cry of happiness from somewhere in the house, but the Twins would be at a lost to tell you where it came from, in fact, they weren’t even sure how they fell into the kitchen, considering they were in the pool house.

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At dinner, they’re was a lot of glaring and snide comments, but no complaints about dinner itself.

Soon, the twins found themselves in they’re room, and they had one question.

“That was just one afternoon right?” Miltia asked.

“Right.” Melanie confirmed.

“What’s a full day like, then?” Miltia asked.

“Oh.” Melania realized.

Miltia looked up. “Well, at least that hunks here, so it’s not all bad.”

“Right.” Melanie agree.

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#Jaune Arc #Melanie Malachite #Miltiades Malachite #Malachite Twins #Emerald Sustrai #neo

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alullinchaos · 10 months

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highly specific rwby textpost? yes, i have one of those

#rwby #melanie malachite #miltiades malachite #malachite twins #malachite sisters #lil miss malachite #rwby memes

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howlingday · 1 month

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Junior: So, do we have a deal or what?

Roman: Well, first, I need you to clear something up about those twins who work for you.

Junior: Yes, they're over eighteen.

Roman: No! I meant I'm not sure which one is the red one and which one is the white one.

Junior: Oh, my sincerest apologies, Mr. Torchwick. I didn't realize you were colorblind. (Pointing to each one) This is the red one. And this is the white one.

Melanie: Hey.

Militia: 'Sup?

Roman: That’s not what I- That doesn't- ugh, forget it.

He wouldn't have to answer if not for the fact that there was that one time they swapped clothing and had him beaten for not being able to tell them apart. Worst babysitting job ever.

#rwby #roman torchwick #melanie malachite #miltiades malachite #junior xiong

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brokentrafficknight · 4 months

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Have you done a ship of the Malachite Twins and Weiss? I’d call it, or any of the Schnees with the Twins, Candy Cane.

#rwby #melanie malachite #miltiades malachite #malachite twins #weiss schnee #candy cane

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weathermanpolls · 9 months

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RWBY Jaune Cup: Round 2

#rwby #jaune arc #melanie malachite #miltiades malachite #terra cotta-arc #glynda goodwitch #polls

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vecnawrites · 9 months

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Patreon Reward: Pure Support Group, Chapter Nine: Malachite Sisters

It's time for the Malachite Sisters to tell their story...

Pyrrha looked over the group that had arrived for this meeting of FABJA. It was a rather full house this time, or at least, it felt more so than usual.

Velvet and Ruby were sitting next to one another, whispering fiercely to one another as they talked about something, most likely Joan related. Judging from the tents in their lower garments, it was Joan related.

Weiss had her hands over her lap, but from her blush and fidgeting, she too, was aroused. The reason? Coco was next to her, whispering and showing her pictures on her scroll. Pyrrha narrowed her eyes, and hoped for her sake that none of them were of Joan, especially taken without her permission. Otherwise, something bad may happen to her legs once Nora found out.

Across from them, Neon and Ciel sat with Fiona, muttering softly as they gestured to one another, Neon the most animated and Ciel the most subdued, with a silent Elm behind them, though she was obviously effected by the words.

Reese and Arslan were sitting together, Reese actually in Arslan’s lap, and Pyrrha prayed to any god that was listening that they weren’t actually fucking here, otherwise, Nora would literally not be able to be stopped, especially since she had Lian on her lap right now, mainly to hide the hard on she was sporting.

The only reason all three of them were there was because Joan had decided to have a ‘sleepover’ with May tonight. She wouldn’t deny the jealousy she felt at that, but it made it easier that Joan was obviously just wanting to spend some time with her godsister.

Yang and Blake were towards the back of the room, chatting with one another as they talked about more mundane things; then again, neither had seen Joan that day, as far as she knew.

Her eyes slightly narrowed as she took sight of the last five, huddled in a circle. Cinder Fall, Emerald Sustrai, Neopolitan Torchwick, and Melanie and Miltiades Malachite, the twins looking haunted and ruffled as the other three sat around them. They were silent, but Pyrrha could tell that they had given the pair some form of comfort.

But now, it was time to start the meeting.

She coughed into her hand, silencing the conversations and bringing attention to her. She gave everyone a pleasant smile. “Hello, everyone and welcome to a new meeting of FABJA. Tonight, we have two speakers who had an experience at the same time…” she glanced to the blushing twins, “Melanie? Miltiades? You have the floor.”

The twins looked at one another, both flushing horribly, before they spoke in tandem.

“It was earlier today…” they began,

Melanie and Miltiades groaned as they thumbed through the books on Valean History, having to do research for a combined project for Doctor Oobleck and Professor Port about Grimm Migration Habits and how they had impacted the creation of Vale.

So, here they were, browsing through at least fifty books with publication dates ranging from five years ago to before the Great War, some of which were rare since a lot of books had been destroyed in the effort to eradicate art itself. And they still needed more sources.

“I’ll go and see if there are any more books relating to the subject, Milty.” Melanie rose from her seat, happy for the excuse to stretch her legs and get away from the books that were currently turning her brains into soup. She swore at words and events were bouncing around and getting mixed up in her head. Which they probably were. She was smart, for sure, but History wasn’t her strong suit. Which is why she and Miltiades were doubling up on the project.

Stretching, Melanie felt her joints pop before she made her way down between the stacks of books, wondering what works would actually help with their project. As she walked down the stacks, she wondered if any of the books at all would be worthwhile to help with their project.

As she made her way through the stacks, she bumped into someone, both of them yelping as they managed to avoid falling over, Melanie wondering who she had hit, only to suck a breath in as she saw a blonde braid of hair, bright blue eyes, and curves that strained the uniform that they wore.

Melanie felt her cock chubbing and her balls gurgling in her panties already at the sight of Joan Arc standing before her, looking frazzled as well from the bump.

“Sorry, sorry!” Melanie blurted out, hoping that she hadn’t upset the beautiful girl that she and her sister had been wanting to get closer to.

Thankfully, the blonde only smiled. “It’s okay, Melanie, I wasn’t looking.” and boy, did the fact that the blonde recognized her off the bat sent her heart a flutter. “What are you looking for?”

“Miltia and I are working on that project that Port and Oobleck about how Grimm Migrations affected history. We’re hip deep in books and still need more sources…” Melanie sighed, shaking her head.

She forced the blush down as she saw Joan visibly brighten, her smile almost blinding in nature at this point. “Oh, yeah that was rough. Thankfully, I finished that a couple days ago!” Melanie blinked once, twice, three times. Then, Joan said the magic words, ones that sung like an angelic chorus in her head. “Would you like some help with getting a few more sources that you may not have?”

Melanie couldn’t nod her head fast enough. Getting to spend time with her cute crush and getting what she needed to finish this hellish project with her sister! Count her in!

She followed the bubbly blonde through the stacks, her eyes embarrassingly dropping below the waist immediately and following the swing of her hips. She tried to resist, but it was impossible. Joan’s hips and rear were fucking hypnotic; it was like watching a pendulum sway.

She felt some pain on the inside of her mouth, but assumed she bit herself by accident when they had collided. It couldn’t be anything else, after all.

Melanie whimpered as she felt her cock swell in her panties as she watched the sway and jiggle before her, her balls reminding her of the fact that neither she nor her sister had emptied themselves in the past couple of days, since they had been forced to focus on this project.

Miltiades buried her face in her hands. “That’s when Goodwitch asked me about scheduling our Semblance check…” she mumbled, the red of her cheeks bleeding through her hands.

“Wait...you mean you-” Yang was cut off by Melanie continuing, her voice shrill and echoing through the room.

“Anyway!!!”

Miltiades was wondering where her sister was, it having been several long minutes already, although she did understand that she probably was looking through the stacks for books, but that did not explain the sensations that their semblance was giving her.

A quick lance of pain, followed by a bubbling sense of arousal, making her cock bloat a little as blood rushed to it. She bit her lower lip as she tried to calm herself (and Melanie) down. The last thing either of them needed was for them to have an ‘attack’ in the library and be banned from it.

“Miss Malachite?” Miltiades was pulled from her thoughts as she heard a voice call out to her, and glanced up, swallowing hard as she saw Deputy Headmistress Goodwitch having walked up near her without her noticing.

“Yes, Professor Goodwitch?” she asked, biting the inside of her cheek again to try and signal to Melanie to knock it out, whatever it was that she was doing.

“Yes, I wanted to tell you and your sister that we have scheduled several tests to see if we can’t help you both with your semblance.” while Miltiades would feel relief at that statement, since Beacon’s idea of ‘training’ would be leagues more sane than Neo’s (despite how much it had helped), the rapidly building arousal in her belly, in her balls, was filling her with panic instead, and she was hoping that the damned signal was letting her sister know to stop whatever she was doing.

Melanie was in heaven. She was currently sitting at a table with her (and several others close by, but they didn’t count) and pouring over several books and taking notes with her. They were close enough that she could smell her, the scent of lemons and oranges tickling her nose. Part of her longed to ask if it was her natural scent or a perfume, but she refrained, feeling it would be too creepy.

She felt creepy enough with her cock being a steel beam underneath the table, practically touching the tabletop from the bottom as she listened to Joan’s voice and her eyes following her swaying boobs as she leafed through book pages.

She knew that she was in real trouble now, panic starting to hit her as she realized that she wouldn’t be able to get up at all if she needed to, and anyone looking under the table would see something incredibly embarrassing.

“-the Slaughter of Nevermore Ravine was called that due to well, the Mantle Army being stupid enough to go into a dry ravine and being pinned down and most of their forces impaled by Nevermore Pinions from the ones that were nesting there.”

Okay, Melanie knew that the subject matter was morbid, but hearing the beautiful girl saying the words ‘pinned down’ and ‘impaled’ put more intimate images in her head, ones where the girl speaking was ‘pinned down’ between her and Miltiades and ‘impaled’ on their cocks, squealing and writhing in pleasure as they fucked her.

She was only half listening now, vaguely noticing that the others around them had left, leaving them alone, which she was going to savor.

Melanie was pulled out of her thoughts as Joan suddenly put a hand over her mouth and yawned, her incredible bust pushing out against the button up top, straining it. Oh, how she wished that she could see under it…

POP! POP! POP! POP! “EEEP!”

Melanie’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open as the buttons on Joan’s top exploded off of her body, flying across the room and ‘plink’ing along the ground as Joan’s top opened up and her absolutely massive breasts spilled out, cradled in a lovely blue with yellow trim bra that looked like it was on its last legs holding her impressive proportions.

Joan immediately tried tugging her top closed back over her chest, but all she succeeded in doing was making her breasts jiggle in such a way that Melanie had no hope in keeping her arousal down. Standing, she covered her chest and rushed off, her skirt moving with enough force that she saw pure white silk before the blonde vanished into the stacks, leaving her alone.

Biting her lip, Melanie buried her face in her arms as her balls unloaded all over the floor beneath the table with extreme prejudice as she came with a muted scream of pleasure.

Through the pleasure, all Melanie could do was hope that Miltiades had managed to get somewhere without embarrassing herself…

Miltiades wanted to die. Why? Not only had something enticed her sister to an orgasm, but she had been hit as well due to the ‘looping’ effect of their arousal! That wouldn’t be too bad, but the fact of the matter was, she hadn’t been able to get away and to a private place in order to release!

The result?

She had cum, and not only had she absolutely ruined hours of their work, Professor Goodwitch stood still before her, frozen in shock, her face and chest splattered with her cum.

The silence was damning, before Glynda spoke, her voice dead. “We shall never speak of this, Miss Malachite. Please take your sister to the Infirmary at the appointment time next week.” the woman growled, before stalking off.

Miltiades dearly wanted to ask if she was actually going to walk the halls painted in her cum, but she wasn’t stupid. As it was, her balls were still emptying themselves, and her voice didn’t work anyway, so it was a moot point.

She groaned, face planting into the table, the cum soaked papers sticking to her cheek.

“And that’s what happened…” Miltiades groaned out, both herself and Melanie shuddering and cum seeping through their clothes as they remembered what had happened earlier.

While everyone was sympathetic at the story, there was one other pressing matter, a persistent thought that only one person dared ask.

“How did you survive jizzing all over Goodwitch!?” Yang blurted out, her own erection straining against her shorts.

Both siblings buried their faces in their hands, refusing to speak anymore.

Realizing that she had to get things back on track before they derailed (especially since Nora had that look in her eye that said that she was about to listen to impulsive thoughts, and Reese was squirming on Arslan’s lap) further than they already were, Pyrrha coughed into her hand and cleared her throat. “Okay!” she flushed a bit as she heard her voice reach a high pitch, but she soldiered on, “Yang, that was rude, you know the rules of this support group!” she saw Yang flinch, and looked back at the others. “Melanie, Miltiades, thank you for sharing, and I am sorry you had such an embarrassing experience. Let’s all retire for the night...we all need to get some rest, I believe.”

“...and we all need to dump out a few loads as well…” despite the fact that it was plainly Neon that muttered that, no one said anything.

It was very true, after all.

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