Kink Fics 11/15

As Beacon’s resident voice of what was hot, or not, Coco had long since done a thorough review of the girls at Beacon, an assessment of not just their bodies (though she’d done a thorough search), but also their personalities. Because that was even more important to her—Coco knew that it wasn’t just the outfit, but how you wore it that counted. Yang’s huge tits were a major plus in Coco’s books, but the confidence Yang had to rock them made her super hot. Blake’s gorgeously silky hair combined with her aura of mystery to make her seem like a romance novel protagonist, like one of the characters from those trashy ninja books come to life. But some girls… some girls just didn’t match their looks.

Like Pyrrha Nikos. Amazon warrior-goddess Pyrrha Nikos had a body that made even Coco want to fall down on her knees and offer to serve as a footstool. But her personality was so… so meek, it just detracted from the whole thing! And meek wasn’t bad, Velvet could pull off meek so well that Coco could get weak in the knees from thinking of her bun with even the tiniest frown on her face, but Pyrrha wasn’t Velvet. She was a deluxe sports car with a tragically underpowered engine. So usually, Coco just kinda skipped over Pyrrha while girl watching, especially because she didn’t want to get tangled up in that drama with the whole love triangle that was going on there. Pyrrha could keep that nonsense. Boys were fine in Coco’s mind, she wasn’t exclusively into girls, but come on, Pyrrha could score way better than tall, blond, and gangly. Oh! And in love with another girl.

Which meant that when Pyrrha complimented Coco’s belt, she almost didn’t notice.

“I’m sorry, what?” she asked, checking the drink in her hand as if to verify that it was her first Strawberry Sunrise (shoutout to Yang—Coco had been underestimating girly drinks) and not her third.

“Your belt,” Pyrrha said, her voice quiet, but… direct in a way Coco wasn’t sure she’d heard before, “It’s very nice. It draws attention to your hips very… nicely.”

Okay, now Coco was really wondering if there was something in her drink, because she had just heard Pyrrha imply that she had nice hips and from the way she’d said “nicely,” Coco could practically feel the way she’d clearly been checking out her ass.

Flashing a confident grin, Coco decided she was going to see if this was for real or just a very strange hallucination. “Oh,” she politely deflected, “really, it’s nothing. Just needed something to accessorize this outfit with, and like you said… it does draw attention to my ass.”

Pyrrha didn’t even correct her. “It does indeed...” she said, her eyes drifting downwards.

Holy shit. Cereal Girl was drunk. Or… or something. She didn’t seem drunk, but maybe… maybe she handled her liquor really well? The party hadn’t been going on for long enough, but maybe she pregamed, or… or maybe…

Coco suddenly felt nervous in a way she hadn’t felt since her time at Pharos. The kind of nervous that made her heartbeat a driving percussion in her thoughts as her stomach suddenly got butterflies. At Beacon, Coco didn’t get nervous. She made other girls get nervous, but now that Pyrrha was looking at her in a way Coco recognized, her emerald eyes carefully undressing her, Coco was encountering what Pyrrha Nikos looked like confident.

And it was making her panties drop.

“You know...” she said, striking a more flirtatious pose as she felt the Invincible Girl’s gaze roam over her body, “I was wondering if this outfit was… too conservative for this party. I had another one in mind, back in my dorm, if you’d like to see that one, too. Tell me if I made the right choice...”

It wasn’t subtle. Wasn’t artful. But right now, Coco was standing before the redheaded Goddess of Beacon that had been lurking in mortal form for too long. She wanted to see if that confidence kept up when clothes came off, because if it did...

Leaving the party wasn’t even a question. The two of them simply slipped away, and following Pyrrha back to her dorm, Coco was thanking the gods that she had an open room. Coco’s own room wasn’t an option thanks to stupid Yatsuhashi and his stupid “I need to get these reports done,” but JNPR was apparently all out tonight. Coco had seen Nora at the party, and had no doubt Ren was also there, just to keep his partner reigned in, and though she hadn’t seen Pyrrha’s sweet doofus of a leader (Coco loved Jaune, nicest guy, even if she hated how lucky he was to get Pyrrha for a partner) at it, if Pyrrha said she had an open room, Coco was just gonna accept her good fortune.

Really good fortune, particularly as the door shut and a sudden pair of sexy Amazonian lips were against hers. Coco had not expected Pyrrha to be so aggressive, but she was more than happy to enjoy the normally so reserved beauty showing Coco her more amorous side. Her tongue invaded Coco’s mouth, simply dominating her as Coco could only moan. She was not a submissive girl, not in the least, but right now, she was whatever Pyrrha wanted her to be. Particularly as Pyrrha’s hands seemed to be fucking magic as she began to paw at Coco’s tits with one as the other squeezed her ass. Where the fuck did she learn this?

But Coco wasn’t really asking questions, just letting these sensations… wash over her. Pyrrha Nikos was taking her breath away and she wasn’t going to spoil it with trying to take charge or make sense of things while Pyrrha knew exactly what she was doing. When Pyrrha broke the kiss, Coco was in a daze, barely able to stay on her feet as Pyrrha suddenly broke the thin strand of drool still connecting them as she stepped away. Coco made a whimper of protest, but Pyrrha quickly turned with a soft smile.

“How do you feel about ropes, Coco?”

She asked this while holding up a length of nylon cord, making Coco’s mouth go dry. She felt like she was the freshman here, the confident older girl (certainly the taller girl) looming above her with a promise of sexual fantasy glinting in her eye and extended in her hands.

“If… if that’s what you like...” Coco panted, still feeling the echo of that kiss, as Pyrrha drew up on her and began to strip her bare.

Coco had faced Pyrrha in the ring and knew what it felt like to have the Invincible Girl utterly unmake your defenses, a feeling that was echoed as Pyrrha set upon her now. Her clothing was effortlessly removed, her expensive, carefully selected couture swiftly becoming little more than a messy pile on the floor. Not that Coco cared. She wanted Pyrrha to see her naked, to see her full chest beneath her lacey bra, to see how wet her pussy was. And as soon as the clothes came off, Pyrrha proffered the rope. Coco was a little anxious about this, but… Pyrrha clearly knew what she was doing. Now was not the time to start having doubts. And as soon as she was looped into the elaborate shibari...

Holy shit, Pyrrha knew bondage. Holy shit, how did Pyrrha know bondage? Holy shit, Coco fucking loved bondage, at least, if Pyrrha Nikos was the one putting her in bondage! The ropes practically kissed her skin with even the tiniest movement, leaving Coco totally held in place while also heightening her pleasure. Coco was suddenly wondering if Pyrrha wasn’t just meek, but just… someone who had to keep her kink so deep in the closet that when it came out...

“Wow,” she murmured, testing the ropes and feeling them squeeze her tits, put friction on her clit, and make Coco even more turned on. “You-you’re really good at this...”

But Pyrrha’s mysterious smile just disappeared from her face as her whole appearance changed in an instant. Now she seemed as cold and severe as a marble statue, looming above the helpless Coco with divine authority, and made her… have to admit, she was finding this even hotter than the earlier-

“I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

Coco wanted to say something, to object to the way the whole vibe had just changed, but Pyrrha stared at her with a hateful fury that was as uncharacteristic as her earlier flirtatiousness and even more effective at silencing Coco than a gag.

“You’re just like Velvet,” she said, practically spitting the name, “Just like Blake and Weiss and all the other whores who think they’re good enough for him.”

This… this suddenly didn’t feel like a game. Coco shook her head, asking, “What- what are you talking about...”

“Just like all the others,” Pyrrha sneered, reaching a hand down to cup her (unfortunately very sensitive) pussy, causing Coco to feel an electric burst of pleasure. “You object with your words, but my fingers get the truth out of you! By the time I’m done with you, you’ll admit it. Admit that you’re in love with Jaune, that you’re trying to take him from-”

“I’m not in love with your boyfriend, you fucking psycho-” Coco suddenly gasped as Pyrrha’s finger flicked her bean with a level of precision that she’d never felt before, the sudden blast of pleasure making her scream, “-BIIIIIIIIITCH”

“Don’t lie to me,” Pyrrha growled, “or I’ll break you down like I had to break down Blake.”

It took Coco a moment to process what she was hearing, but she slowly realized… she had a sense of what Pyrrha was talking about. Hadn’t there… hadn’t Blake been unusually distracted recently? She’d been going through that thing where she’d been obsessed with something with the White Fang after all that stuff with Torchwick so Coco didn’t think much of it, but when she mentioned it, hadn’t Velvet blushed when she’d brought-

Oh gods.

“V-Velvet?” Coco suddenly gasped, “W-what did you do to Velvet?”

“Nothing,” Pyrrha softly cooed, her voice sounding like sweet poison, “Once I taught her to stop lying, she and I became very good friends.” Then she darkened. “Which was why she told me that you were lusting after my Jaune!”

Coco shook her head in dismay, “N-no, it’s not- not- OH GODS!”

Squealing in the worst pleasure imaginable, Coco was caught off guard by the vibrator Pyrrha had roughly shoved into her pussy. That sixth sense for weaknesses she was so good at exploiting on the battlefield was just as good in the bedroom, and she brought Coco so close to cumming she could almost taste her climax… before it was torn away, leaving her a panting, confused, overwhelmed, and betrayed mess, tied to a chair at the mercy of a jealous lunatic.

But it was the betrayal that stood out to Coco. Velvet had been distant recently. But she was distant a lot, she went through phases where Coco knew to give her space and let her explain herself later, because it wasn’t- it was never “I’ve been sexually dominated by a crazy bitch who’s demanding I accuse more girls to be tortured.” All those times she’d offered Velvet a sympathetic ear… she was just painting herself as an obvious target to be turned over to Pyrrha.

“It’s the lying that angers me,” her captor continued, “I understand you can’t help yourself around him. He’s… he’s like no one else,” she said, her voice suddenly becoming so soft and gentle, so full of wonderment that Coco could almost forget that it was the voice of a woman who tied her to a chair and edged her for truly insane reasons. “Really, I understand where you’re coming from, Coco. It’s natural to fall for him. But I can’t share him. I wish I could. I know he has love enough for more than me, but I… I can’t.”

“Pyrrha...” Coco moaned, realizing how stupidly hot she was finding this as she begged for sanity, “I don’t- I really don’t have anything for Jaune! I like girls way more than- OH FUCK THERE RIGHT THERE OH GODS!”

Coco had been with enough women, and experimented enough with self-pleasure, that she thought she knew what was possible in the bedroom. But this… what, was this her Semblance? Did being the supreme ass-kicker of Beacon also transfer over to being the best at fingering girls? And if she could do this with only a vibrator her magic fucking fingers...

“Yang said the same thing,” Pyrrha growled. “Thought she could trick me, but I knew the RWBY girls couldn’t be trusted. They were too close to him, too… too...”

Coco felt the rage building in Pyrrha’s voice and her body unconsciously braced itself for-

OH FUCK!

Coco’s mind simply exploded in fireworks of pleasure as Pyrrha made her cum harder than she ever had before! How was Pyrrha so fucking good? Coco was struggling to breathe as waves of pleasure buffeted her from every side! This crazy bitch was making Coco love what she was doing to her, which was just- just- just fucking crazy!

Not that Pyrrha cared. “I… I know this is wrong,” she confessed, “I know you girls can’t help yourselves, but I don’t have a choice! You know what it feels like to have him look at you like you’re beautiful and… and I’m a selfish girl. I can’t share him, even though I know I should.”

Coco had never really cared for any man who looked at her like she was beautiful. There were plenty, and if Jaune had been looking at her like that, it would be more a matter for Coco’s ego than anything, and even then, just a box to check that, yeah, she was hot and people knew. But with her brains being nothing more than a maelstrom of arousal at the moment, Pyrrha’s words had a pretty effective claim at truth. Regardless if Coco normally cared that Jaune thought she was beautiful, Coco right now couldn’t really contest the only thoughts coherent enough to cling on to. Particularly as Pyrrha’s fingers didn’t stop with just one climax.

“You don’t have to lie to me,” Pyrrha said, her voice so soft and understanding that Coco wanted to tell her anything she wanted to hear. “You just have to tell me what you really think about Jaune, and then I can let you go, Coco.”

But still, Coco’s brain had some self recognition. “Jaune?” she asked, her words slurred as her thoughts struggled to put together what she thought, what Pyrrha was telling her she thought, and a lot of her pussy telling her how horny she was. “I dun- I dunno wha- I… Jaune’s not… not m-my type?”

She saw Pyrrha’s face sink and a stab of guilt came to Coco’s-

Wait, hold on, what the fuck? Coco’s sense of self reasserted itself in a hurry as she realized what Pyrrha was doing here. “Oh, holy fuck” Coco murmured, “You- you really are m-making girls fall in love with your c-crush so you can- can- oh gods, you’re crazy, you’re totally fucking crazy!”

A little late to say it, but holy fuck, Pyrrha was crazy! And so was Coco, because fuck, this was hot! Even though she really didn’t want it to be! Why the fuck was she into this?

Pyrrha’s expression darkened as she pulled her fingers away from Coco’s extremely well-used pussy. “Crazy?” she said, probably more towards herself, “They all think I’m crazy… until they admit I’m, right. That I was always right. They just have to learn to stop lying to me… even Weiss admitted she touches herself while thinking about Jaune. I’ve seen her do it! I’ve tasted her honesty, Coco!”

Turning away to grab something, something that was probably bad, Coco saw her chance to test her strength against her bonds, but to no avail. Pyrrha was serious with her knots, which, if it was true that at least five girls had been given this treatment, was probably because she had some experience with this. But Coco wasn’t given a real chance to try and escape before Pyrrha turned around, sporting a massive strap on that made Coco whimper… and her treacherous pussy somehow get even wetter at the thought of how it was about to get wrecked.

“It doesn’t have to be this way, Coco,” Pyrrha said, genuinely apologetic that she was about to break her on nearly a foot of mean, bumpy, ridged silicone. “You just have to tell me the truth.”

“O-okay!” Coco said, thinking that things had just maybe gone too far, “Yes, I- I have a crush on your partner a-and I promise he’s yours and I won’t-”

“What do you like about him?”

“What do I-” shit, shit, shit, “Um, h-his eyes, how about-”

Pyrrha shook her head. “Liars get punished, Coco.”

With that, Pyrrha lifted up Coco’s body, along with the chair, and simply impaled Coco on the dildo, making her eyes go wide as she was subjected to the single roughest fucking she’d ever received! And her body- fuck- her body loved it!

“Sometimes I think,” Pyrrha panted as she jackhammered away on Coco’s cunt, “that I should be- nnn- lenient and, hah, leave you bitches alone, but then you always remind me- remind me that you’re all liars! Who- who’d just sink their claws into Jaune!”

Oh gods. Oh gods, Coco was getting so turned on that- that everything was turning her on! Pyrrha was turning her on, her body, her craziness, fuck, the whole- fuck, she was fucking her! And with the insanity of everything she was being subjected to, Pyrrha’s sexy fucking body and her magical frigging fingers and- and- her psycho possessiveness, fuck! Coco couldn’t take it! Couldn’t- Yes! Jaune turned her on! Yes! She wanted to ride Jaune so hard, and admitting it made her so horny because everything was making her horny and succumbing to madness was making her SO FUCKING HORNY!

“I know!” she wailed, her voice cracking from the exertion, “Oh, it’s true, it’s so- so fucking true, Mistress, I’m such a dirty whore, I’m a fucking liar, I just wanted Jaune, I wanted to fuck Jaune, oh fuck I’m so turned on, I’d do anything- wanna fuck- oh fuck, I love Jaune, I love you, I’ll do-”

Pyrrha suddenly thrust with such precise force, deep into Coco’s pussy, leaving her howling in pleasure, even as she continued to babble her utterly incoherent confession to all sorts of lewd thoughts. But Pyrrha looked at her with a look of such sexy compassion that that molten slurry of lust and Jaune and lust and Pyrrha and Jaune and lust that made up Coco’s brain fell in love with her Mistress and everything her Mistress said all over again.

“And what do you love about Jaune?” she asked.

“E-everything,” Coco slurred, “Abso- absolutely… everything...”

“Good.”

But Pyrrha only repaid her honesty by ruthlessly fucking Coco more. Making her gasp and cry and scream in abject, broken pleasure as her mind just crumbled with climax after climax until, with her eye rolling as she came again and again, harder than she ever had, until she simply blacked out.

LINE BREAK COCO

Thoughts began to slowly coalesce out of the darkness. Vague at first, just… sensations, fluid and amorphous and meaningless, and then… then context started to flit through. It wasn’t just darkness, she was… she was in a dark place. And- and tied up, she couldn’t… couldn’t move and… and it was a closet? That’s what the lines were, little lines of light through the slats of the closet door, just… and there was a gag in her mouth. Trying to move, to make a noise, it was futile because… because…

Memories came back. Memories of how she ended up tied up in a closet. Coco remembered Pyrrha quite literally fucking her brains out over… over…

Oh fuck, she couldn’t even think about Jaune without… without getting turned on! Just thinking of that rumpled hoodie was… making her so wet! Fuck, it was- it was crazy what she’d just experienced, a “go to Goodwitch or the police or anyone who can stop her before she strikes again” kind of crazy, but Coco’s thighs still clenched as she thought about Jaune and his- his utter lack of fashion sense! But she couldn’t do anything about it because Pyrrha had left her tied up in the closet for some reason. What she had planned next, Coco didn’t want to speculate but-

She heard noises from outside the closet, the sound of the door to the room opening. Someone had arrived and-

“Oh, hey Pyrrha!”

A bolt of electricity crackled through Coco’s entire body, because she recognized the voice. And while she hated herself for it, hearing Jaune Arc’s voice, after what Pyrrha had put her through… was now one of Coco’s top turn-ons.

“Hey Jaune,” Pyrrha purred, that pussy-melting confidence in her voice making Coco’s thighs rub together in desperate need of some friction. “I didn’t think you’d be here tonight.”

“I… ha, I didn’t think you’d be here tonight,” he said, “since you had that party and all-”

“Oh, it was nothing,” Pyrrha replied, and oh if it didn’t crush Coco’s heart to be referred to as nothing by her personal sexual goddess, “Just wanted to make an appearance. And keep an eye on Nora.”

She heard them both laugh, the kind of laugh that spoke to a long connection between the both of them. It’d be sweet if Coco wasn’t very aware that this woman was a total psycho who had Coco tied up in a closet.

“Not too much chaos, I hope?”

“I think...” Pyrrha said, a sly whisper entering her voice, “Well, I think Ren’s found a way of ‘taking care of’ some of Nora’s energy...”

Jaune laughed, and Coco almost came just from hearing it. “Well, I figured it was only a matter of time before the two of them followed our lead.”

“Maybe you should take a page out of his book,” Pyrrha said in a smokily seductive voice that made Coco wanna cum so bad, “because I’ve got some ‘energy’ that needs taking care of...”

Coco’s thighs clenched as she heard the familiar rustle of clothing, the playful, teasing giggle of a young couple in love. And even though she was tied up in a closet, forced to eavesdrop on two of her classmates’ lovemaking… Pyrrha had seen to it that Coco was very aroused by it. A sudden gasp from Pyrrha, Jaune groaning in pleasure, the words, “You’re so big!” delightedly squealed… it all painted a clear picture of what was happening. A clear picture for Coco’s already frazzled and aroused mind to latch on to.

Any attempt to tune them out failed. Any attempt to try to ground herself on sanity was hopeless. Coco’s pussy was insistently in charge, no matter what her mind might say, and Pyrrha had done so much to get it revved up. It compelled her to listen, to long to hear more, to get a clearer picture, to feel like a dirty, voyeuristic slut, but she couldn’t help herself!

Pyrrha’s voice suddenly cut through her thoughts, a joyous plea of, “T-tell me I’m the only girl for you, Jaune!”

“You are!” he cried out, making Coco’s eyes roll in the crushing shame and pathetic lust she was now caught between. It was pathetic, she was pathetic, that she cared about it, and the fact that it made her even hornier just spoke to how pathetic she was! She- she’d never be good enough for Jaune, he belonged to Pyrrha, and that just made him even more desirable to her!

Squirming against her bonds, Coco wasn’t trying to get out, not anymore, she was just trying to find a way to get some proper friction on her pussy as she listened to- listened to Jaune fuck Pyrrha! J-just like she- just like she always wanted! Yes, she- she remembered so clearly, she’d lusted for Jaune so much, fantasized about his dick in her pussy, about crying out just like Pyrrha was now as he pounded her!

It was so clear in her mind. She could picture Jaune and Pyrrha together and it was so true: she was such a slut for Jaune! Pyrrha was right, Velvet was right, it was just the truth! She heard the grunts and moans of those two sex gods going at it, Pyrrha’s soft cries of pleasure as Jaune’s godlike cock made even the Champion into a horny little slut! Just- just like Pyrrha broke Coco!

It was too much. Simply too… too much. All infinitely too much as she pictured Jaune, sexy, perfect Jaune, making Pyrrha his bitch. She came. She came explosively, without a sound, as the ropes held her tight and the gag silenced her voice. Not that anyone in the room would notice her humiliating, pathetic little orgasm when what was happening on the bed was just so much sexier than Coco could ever be. Every degree of comparison just made Coco cum again, climax after climax going off until...

She blacked out.

LINE BREAK COCO

Coco wasn’t sure for how long she’d blacked out. When she came to, she was still in the darkness, still held in the loving embrace of her Mistress’s bondage, with the gag firmly in place. She could feel the stickiness on her thighs, the drying reminder of her humiliating, slutty climax, and with it… she felt at peace. She knew she wasn’t going to be a bad girl anymore, lusting after another woman’s man just because he was the most sexually desirable person Coco would ever know. Mmmm… she wondered if she and Velvet could commiserate about their loss, using each other’s fingers to help them work through their inappropriate fantasies about Jaune...

But as she wondered, the door opened. Coco was blinded by the sudden light, a great shadowy figure looming over her who slowly turned into the face of Pyrrha Nikos. It made Coco feel even smaller, even more of a pathetic, messy little slut who got off on just hearing Pyrrha make love to Jaune, those gods of sex gloriously exposing how pathetically inadequate she was.

“That’s why,” Pyrrha said, smiling like a teacher guiding a negligent pupil, “he belongs to me. And you, and all those other sluts, will never take him from me.”

Pyrrha had been right, had been so right to teach Coco her place, just like she taught Velvet and Weiss and Blake and Yang and Ruby and every other harlot who claimed she wasn’t in love with the most perfect man at Beacon. Mumbling apologies and gratitude in equal measure, heedless of the gag in her mouth, Coco was just… just so relieved to finally have things set straight, to know her place at Beacon, to know what she truly desired and what she wouldn’t ever be good enough to achieve.

She was just so grateful for Pyrrha’s help!