This choice: The team tries to make it through the day with their new bodies • Go Back...Chapter #15The team tries to make it through the day with ... by: Slainte   Call it Girl Scout's honor. Call it trusting a friend. Whatever their motivations, each of the girls did their best to make it through the day, mismatched as they were. It was a lot easier for some than it was for others.
For Ruby, little changed. She was taller, stronger, and definitely more filled out, but she carried on as usual. Sitting in classes, doodling in her notebooks, and inhaling a lot of food during lunch. More protein than she was used to though, much to her chagrin, although she supposed she did owe it to Yang to not stuff her body full of junk food. After lunch, and with some time to spare before their next class, Ruby got to do what she'd longed to ever since she'd won their bet. Finding her way to one of the academy's sparring halls, she admired Ember Celica, strapped securely to her forearms.
"Wow..." she whispered, eyes sparkling. They hardly felt like they weighed a thing, yet she'd seen what Yang could do with them. The shots they fired, the hits they could take, and how compact they were! In terms of ingenuity and design she was confident Crescent Rose was the coolest weapon in the history of forever... But Ember Celica might be a close second. And for the time being, they were hers to play with!
Grinning, Ruby lifted her arms and bounced on her feet, trying to emulate what she'd seen Yang do. After taking a breath, she pictured a Grimm in front of her, unfurled her gauntlets, and began shadow boxing. "Pew! Kachow! Yeah, take that! And that!" A real target would be way more satisfying to hit, but this would do for now. Giggling to herself, she threw a right hook and watched as a single round fired off, squealing as it hit the back of a chair and exploded, sending splinters and wooden bits flying.
"Uh... Woopsies..."
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Yang, meanwhile, was having the time of her life. Already a bit more on the flirtatious side, she was finding that Blake's body made it more than easy enough to continue that trend. Sure, she definitely had her partner beat in the chest department, but her hips and butt? Plus her legs, she supposed, lifting one to admire it with a smirk. She'd been resisting the urge to slink off to one of the bathrooms and explore a bit, barely. Blake's pussy had been keen to tell her exactly what it thought of her wandering mind, and it took every ounce of self restraint to keep from ravaging her new self.
That didn't mean she wasn't having some fun though! Lounging out in the commons with a random book she'd taken from the library in hand, Yang made a showing of Blake's body. Laid out on the grass, legs stretched out, she stretched now and again, arching her back and letting other people catch glimpses of her. Her partner would absolutely kill her if she knew how she was treating her body, but she doubted Blake would do much differently. Hell, she'd seen the way the Faunus was eyeing her body... How everyone but Ruby had been, really. If they were going to put her through the ringer then she'd have her own fun with them!
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Weiss had the front seat on the struggle bus.
Ruby's body wasn't bad per se. It was a little taller, a little more shapely, and stronger despite being two years her junior. Frustrating, yes, but not inherently bad. The attire wasn't her first choice either but that would be easily remedied if they weren't just trading back come tomorrow. End of the day, if they were lucky, which she sorely hoped was the case.
No, the most frustrating thing about her new body was perhaps the most mundane issue anyone could have in her situation. Scowling down at her notebook, she scratched out a few lines of script, tore the page out, and crumpled it up before tossing it into a nearby bin.
"Gods... Blast it all! This is maddening!" she whined, burying her face in Ruby's hands and letting out a huff.
As evidenced by Ruby using her Semblance earlier, their own abilities seemed to switch with them. Weiss had confirmed as much by using her glyphs earlier just to check, which was nice. But not everything translated over.
Sighing wearily, she took another page from her notebook and began to take notes for their upcoming Grimm Studies exam. As soon as the first words were on the page she narrowed her eyes and let out a growl. "Ruby... Your handwriting is utter chicken scratch!" Her handwriting now. Taking a deep, slow breath and loosing it through pursed lips, Weiss wrote slower, trying to emulate her own refined, practiced lettering to no avail. It was nothing in the grand scheme of things. And yet it was utterly, completely infuriating!
"I hate this!" she whined, falling forward with her head on the table. "I want my body back..."
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Weiss might want to wait on getting her body back.
While Yang was honoring her teammates by not doing anything untoward with someone else's body, Blake wasn't quite so respectful. Rather, she had tried to be, but one thing had led to another and now she found herself in the team's restroom, door locked, with one of Weiss's dainty hands stuffed between her legs, the other groping at her smaller, perky chest.
It had started innocently enough. She'd gone into the room to read, and with the intention of honoring their mutual trust she hadn't even looked for the remote. No, she'd grabbed one of her romance novels, sat in bed, and began to read. Then quickly noticed Weiss's body was either extremely pent up or, as she'd begun to suspect, something about the situation had left her immensely aroused.
She had someone else's body! Weiss Schnee's no less. Considering what their lives were like before Beacon, which wasn't all that long ago still, it was almost funny; she and Weiss would have never met save for the most unpleasant of circumstances before coming to Vale. Now here she was on Weiss's body, using it to pleasure herself. And having an absolute joy of a time doing so.
"F-Fuck, Weiss," Blake hissed, digging two fingers deeper into herself. Weiss was tight, meaning either a virgin or close enough to one. Legs trembling, Blake used her dainty digits to tweak and pinch a nipple, biting her lip to stifle a loud moan. "This is... Hah... This remote is the best thing ever..."
Looking down at herself she licked her lips and chuckled huskily. The whole situation was utterly absurd, and maybe that's what made it so arousing. Beneath her head was Weiss Schnee. Heiress to the most racist, exploitative, bigoted company on Remnant. And here she was, a "filthy Faunus" using it to masturbate. She knew Weiss wasn't like that anymore but there was still some satisfaction in having that over the family that had wronged her people.
"I could do so much more than just fingering," she purred, smirking as she contemplated what more to do.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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