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Weiss, Blake and Ruby sat on the floor of their room in pyjamas, watching impatiently as Yang tore open the packaging on something she’d ordered, blonde hair flailing behind her as she worked. Being sat on the floor wasn’t exactly what Weiss considered fun, but Yang said it was necessary and that she had a `surprise` for them.
No news on what that might be, though it was obviously in the box Yang had received in the mail today. If it wasn’t for Zwei sat comfortably in Weiss’ lap, she might have lost what little patience she had and snapped already.
“It’s here!” Yang laughed.
“I hope so,” Blake said sarcastically. “Otherwise, you had us waste an entire evening when you could have checked in advance before telling us.”
“Oh, don’t be a spoilsport, Blake.” Yang whirled and presented a box to them. “Ta-dah!”
Ruby’s head fell to the side. “Is that a boardgame?”
“Yang, I swear,” Weiss hissed. “If you have wasted our entire evening to play a boardgame, I will not be responsible for what I do to you.”
“It’s not a boardgame, guys. This is so much cooler.” Hurrying over, Yang crossed her legs and sat, completing the small circle of four girls. She laid the unmarked box down in the centre between them and removed the lid, revealing a flat board with letters across it. “It’s a Ouija board!”
“Wee-ja?”
“Ouija,” Yang said, then realised Ruby couldn’t tell from the word. “It’s a thing that lets you communicate with ghosts.”
“G – Ghosts!?” Ruby stumbled back and would have fallen if not for Blake catching her. Eyes wide, Ruby looked to Weiss. “Ghosts aren’t real, though. They’re not real. Right, Weiss?”
“The fact you have to ask me that fills me with despair.” She sighed. “No, Ruby, ghosts are not real. This is a silly tool for hacks to pretend they’re speaking with the beyond, usually by virtue of one of them tugging on the silly dial thing.” Weiss didn’t even stop stroking Zwei as she rolled her eyes. “I mean, really, I know you’re blonde, Yang, but this is bad. Even for you.”
“C’mon, Weiss. Don’t be lame.”
“How am I-? Ugh. No. I’m not getting into this. Ghosts aren’t real.”
Yang grinned and leaned forward. “Then you won’t mind playing, right?”
If Yang was waiting for her to stammer, she was going to be disappointed. Weiss raised a single eyebrow and said, “Not at all. If it convinces you to calm down for the night, I’ll happily play. Blake, I presume you’re mature enough for this?”
“I think I’ll manage to contain my fear of the paranormal,” Blake said with a little smile.
Ruby was trembling. “I – Is this really a good idea?”
“Ruby, we’re huntresses,” Blake pointed out. “How can you be unafraid of Grimm, yet scared of ghosts? Even if they were real, they’d be less of a problem than the Grimm ever could be. And I’ve seen you run into a pack of Beowolves without a care.”
“Yeah, so?” Ruby muttered. “And you’re afraid of Zwei…”
Weiss snickered into her hand. It wasn’t everyday Ruby could get her own back like that, and certainly not on Blake, but her partner had the proud faunus there. Blake’s face flushed red and she crossed her arms.
“I’m not afraid of Zwei!”
“Here,” Weiss said. “Hold him, then.”
Blake had scooted back before Weiss could even make to offer the corgi. Zwei, just happy to be the centre of attention, wagged his stubby little tail and barked. Smiling at Blake’s embarrassment and Yang’s laughter, Weiss brought the dog back and patted his head again, letting him relax back onto her crossed legs and go to sleep.
“So, we doing this?” Yang asked. “Or are you as scared as Blake?”
“I’m not scared of the dog!” Blake hissed.
Ruby bit her lip and looked to Weiss for help. Childish as it was, Weiss felt a small amount of pleasure that, out of all of them, it was her word Ruby trusted the most. Weiss nodded back once, telling her it would be okay. Letting out a little sigh, Ruby nodded and moved closer, not quite so afraid.
“Okay. Ghosts aren’t real anyway.” Ruby grinned at Blake. “Not like corgis, anyway.”
“Well at least I’m afraid of something that is real!”
“Ha! You admit it!”
“What? No, I…” Blake growled and scooted up again. “Let’s just get this over with. The sooner we proved this silly thing wrong, the sooner I can get back to my books.”
Yang needed no more urging to set the board up, following the instructions provided on a worn piece of paper. Four candles were lit in each corner, procured by Yang earlier, and they were told to hold hands in a circle as Yang dimmed the lights in the room and chanted. On her left, Ruby was shaking so bad that Weiss felt the vibrations through their linked hands. She squeezed her partner’s hand in an effort to calm her down.
Really, I can’t believe Ruby believes in stuff like this. I know she’s only fifteen, but that’s still too old to believe in ghosts. Thankfully, Blake was bored and looking up toward the ceiling, undoubtedly wishing she could be anywhere else at that moment. Zwei kicked one leg in his sleep but otherwise couldn’t have cared less about the scene.
“And if there are any spirits in attendance, we beach you-”
“Beseech,” Weiss corrected with a roll of her eyes.
“We beseech you.” Yang glared at her, “To make contact and speak with us!” Yang then leaned forward and blew out the four candles, drowning the room in not-quite-darkness. The shattered moon outside was still bright enough, and the exterior of Beacon was well lit, enough so for some light to filter through the window.
“What now?” Ruby asks, watching the circular piece on the board nervously. “Does it move?”
“We each put a finger and thumb on a corner of it.” Yang did it as she said it, showing Ruby how. “Then, the spirit will compel us to move it, spelling out a word or answering questions. Cool, huh?”
“Wait… But it could just be one of us moving it…”
“Now you see the flaw,” Weiss said, placing a hand on it as requested. “It’s a silly trick, Ruby. Some `ghost hunter` sets it up, everyone holds on and then he moves it and superstitious idiots think it’s real. It’s like a séance rocking the table, with someone kicking it underneath.”
“Pretty much,” Blake agreed.
Finding confidence in their dismissiveness, Ruby giggled and leaned in, placing her hand on the plastic tool and completing the circle. There was no blast of wind, no eldritch energy or flapping curtains. Just four girls, two bored out of their minds, leaning over a Ouija board.
“Is this it?” Ruby asked.
“Stop being impatient.” Yang sighed. “Oh, spirit. If you are out there, send us a sign. Spell out your name for us!”
Nothing. Not a tug.
Weiss sighed. “I knew this was-”
Suddenly, the dial was dragged to the side. Weiss cut off with a startled gasp, Ruby yelping and Blake narrowing her eyes. The circular ring was positioned over a letter, then another then the first again and finally a third. It repeated, moving quickly in a circular motion.
“What is it saying?” Yang cried excitedly. “What’s it saying?”
“You mean what are you saying. You’re the one moving it.”
“I’m not! I’m really not!”
“Yang, stop trying to trick me!” Ruby wailed.
“I’m telling the truth, guys. I’m not doing a thing.”
Blake, ignoring them, read out the letters. “T – I – T – S – T – I – T – S. It repeats.”
It took Weiss less than a second to spell it out. “Tits.” With a groan, Weiss let go of the ring, which stopped moving instantly. “Really, Yang? Tits? Could you be any more juvenile? We get it. You’re very proud of yours. Good for you.”
“I wasn’t controlling it!”
“Very funny, Yang,” Blake said, agreeing with Weiss and standing up. “I can’t believe I wasted ten minutes of my life for this.”
“It wasn’t me.” Yang laughed. “Honest. There’s a ghost here.”
“Sure. And this ghost took its first chance of communication to compliment our breasts.” Making her way over to her bed, Weiss laid down, pulled the covers over herself and presented her back to Yang. “Goodnight, Yang. Next time, waste your money on something that actually works.”
“Oh, come on. You believe me. Right, Ruby?”
Ruby, loyal Ruby, looked at Yang with a flat expression. “Tits, Yang?”
“It wasn’t me!”
“Hmhm. Goodnight, Yang.”
“Ah. You all suck.”
“Goodnight, Yang,” Blake said, echoing Weiss and Ruby’s sentiments.
With a grumble of her own, Yang scaled onto her bunk. The Ouija board was left behind, flat on the floor between the four doused candles. Beside it, Zwei’s ears perked up and he stood, staring at the board. The fur on the back of his neck stood on end.
With a faint scratch, the ring moved.
T – I – T – S
The Team RWBY dorm was never a silent place. Between four girls breathing and Zwei kicking at the air occasionally amid a dream, there was always some noise. Everyone had gotten used to it months ago.
But when a wooden scraping sounded, Zwei’s eyes snapped open.
The corgi raised its head and looked to the door, fur raising on the back of its neck. The door hadn’t been opened, however, and after a moment to shake his head, the pup laid back down again.
Scrape
Zwei’s head shot up again, and this time his body followed. The sound of wood scraping on wood was unmistakeable, but with the door closed and the window being the same, there was no telling from where it had come. Whining quietly, knowing he wasn’t to wake his masters up, Zwei padded over to the bed containing Ruby and Weiss.
He paused to sniff at the base of it, trying to determine if it had been the bed to move.
Something flopped to the floor behind.
Spinning, a growl on his lips, Zwei stared at the peach-coloured fabric that lay in the middle of the room. Trotting over, he sniffed at it. It was a bra. One of Blake’s. As Zwei sniffed at it, another fell on top of him, making the corgi jump. Shaking it off, Zwei looked up at the chest of drawers.
The top drawer was open and even though there was nothing there, bras were being rummaged through and held aloft, considered and then tossed aside, raining down on Zwei and the floor.
Occasionally, a particularly large bra would be held up and dangled in the air, before being laid aside, but the smaller ones were thrown away without pause. Already, about half of the drawer had spilled out onto the floor and Zwei was left to dodge the remainder.
One thing was for sure; this was not one of his masters.
“Grrr!”
The bra currently being held in the air froze and turned toward him. Zwei continued to growl, rising in patch with the threat to start barking and snarling should the `thing` not vacate the room.
Without a sound, the object fell to the floor and everything ceased to move.
Zwei stopped, looking around cautiously.
Suddenly, some of the bras on the floor surged up behind the corgi and wrapped over him. The dog yelped and tried to snap and bark to wake everyone up, but one of Weiss’ bras was wrapped over and around its snout, drawn taut and then tied. The material acted like a muzzle and Zwei fell back on his rear legs, rolled onto the floor and tried to use his forepaws to get it off. While the material didn’t hurt in any way, it stopped him barking to wake Team RWBY up.
The carpet parted ahead of him as though someone were walking on it. Weiss’ bed, the closest, was the target, and the mattress depressed as something put its weight down. The sleeping girl had no idea and was laid on her side, though she rolled over as something gently pushed her, falling flat with one arm drifting off the bed. The sheets covering her began to pull down of their own accord.
Eyes wide and seeing not his master, but easily his favourite non-master, in trouble, Zwei ignored the muzzle and charged over, determined to jump up and wake her the old-fashioned way. As he reached the bed, however, the sheet came off entirely and fell on top of him, tangling the corgi up as Weiss’ body was laid bare.
Weiss’ sleepwear consisted of little more than a white knee-length dress. That rode up slowly, drawn over her thighs and to her hips slowly, pausing every time she would murmur in her sleep, then continuing once she didn’t wake, until her smooth thighs and white knickers were revealed.
Indentations appeared on her legs, small indents like fingerprints as one of her thighs was drawn to the side, spreading her legs open. Her white panties pushed inward, as though something had pushed two fingers into them. Weiss mumbled in her sleep and tried to roll over, only for her dress to push flat and her to fall back again.
Slowly, her dress pulled up the rest of the way, bunching under her neck as her bare breasts were revealed. Small and modest, they stood as little hills rising from the pale plains of her lithe body. With skin almost as pale as her hair, her nipples stood out, a light pink in colour and puffy.
One of them tweaked to the side for a moment, rolling in the cool night air. It drew up, tugged vertically as her bosom followed. The nub hardened until it was poking out, Weiss flushing a pretty pink as her legs rubbed together.
Both breasts were cupped by invisible hands and lifted, tested.
Zwei broke free from the blankets and jumped up so that he was on the edge of Weiss’ mattress. The dog looked down, confused to see Weiss mostly naked, but unmolested. She rolled over to find some warmth and was allowed to do so. Of the pressure on the mattress, there was no sign.
A rustle from above was the only warning Zwei received before a fresh blanket fell, catching him and dragging him off Weiss’ bed once more. The dog fell on the first set of blankets from Weiss, and then was quickly covered and tangled in the new ones from Ruby. Angrily, it kicked and tried to break free.
Ruby slept with a face mask, tank top and polka-dot pants. She smacked her lips and whispered something about school as she felt the cold air was over her but remained sleeping. The tank top rose up over her flat belly, up to her breasts – larger than Weiss’ – where it struggled for a moment to roll over the mounds, Ruby stirring a little as it tried.
Her top paused, waited, until Ruby went still again.
Once she had, it rolled the rest of the way, leaving the young woman exposed. For her height, Ruby had surprisingly large breasts. Round and firm, they bounced in the emptiness of the dorm room, moving left and right of their own volition, with the sensitive nubs on top being rolled about until they were hard and sticking out.
Ruby turned red quickly, squirming in her sleep and rubbing her thighs together. Her mouth opened, lips parting as she let out a breathy moan in her sleep. The sound only intensified the molestation, resulting in her breasts being pushed down into her, nipples rolled to one side and the other as a pair of handprints became visible on each breast.
“Mmh…” Ruby’s hands came up and the indentations on her bosom vanished immediately. The girl scratched her left boob awkwardly and rolled over, making a happy sound as she lay on her side, front to the wall.
Curled up in a ball as she was, her polka dot trousers had ridden down a little, showing just the smallest hint of her black panties. The hem of her pants was drawn down further, exposing her round bubble but, which an invisible hand played with.
“Gnf! Gnf! Gnf!” Zwei grunted past the material tired around his snout as he worked his way up the ladder to Ruby’s bed, eyes flashing with pure murder. “Gngh!” the corgi growled, reaching the top and clambering over, dragging himself up by his forepaws.
Ruby lay peacefully sleeping, curled up on her side and with no one and nothing near her.
Zwei took a moment to sniff her to make sure she was okay, before his ears twitched, hearing the sound of a fresh blanket falling to the ground. Looking over the edge of Ruby’s bed, he saw Blake being revealed, her blanket and sheets tugged slowly down her long legs. Zwei’s ears fell flat and he whined.
He was not allowed on or near her bed.
Blake’s sleeping yukata was dragged roughly up over her body, up beyond her shoulders until it was left over her face, concealing it from view. Her black panties were drawn down to her ankles quickly and her legs spread. While her breasts, bigger still than Ruby’s, were played with aggressively, her lower body arched as an invisible digit was pushed inside.
In her sleep, Blake began to breathe heavily, colour flushing through her skin as her bosom rose and fell with laboured breath. The sheets between her legs grew moist as her sex opened and closed as if on its own, stimulated to arousal as she tried to toss and turn but couldn’t, held down by the visible handprint squeezing her left breast.
Up on Ruby’s bed, Zwei paced agitatedly. He knew he could not climb onto her bed – he wasn’t allowed – and his attempts to remove the offending object around his snout were met with failure. Desperately, he hooked the material around the corner post of Ruby’s bed and began to pull, trying to get it off.
Blake’s body rose up a little, her knickers drawn down further and tossed aside and the yukata still trapping her arms and covering her face tied in a knot at the top, keeping her tangled. Her legs were spread further still, fully exposing her slit, which parted around some invisible object. It closed suddenly, and a wet trail worked its way up her stomach and between the valley of her bosom, spreading out over the top as both delectable mounds were cupped and held, the nipples poking up like antennae.
Her body fell, heaving and panting but left under her own control. The rickety ladder leading up to Yang’s bed flexed, however, and Zwei’s fur bristled. He worked harder, using his claws to try and tear the material and break free.
Yang’s blankets were drawn back slowly, almost reverently, and as her large bust was revealed in full, clad beneath an orange tank top, the sheets ceased movement entirely, leaving them about her waist.
Gentle prints appeared around her bosom, squeezing and touching it through the thin material, dragging down the top to reveal more and more of her cleavage. Yang was well known as a heavy sleeper in the team and only smacked her lips, moving one arm over her face as she went back to sleep.
The spectral hands cupping her continued to poke and prod, squeezing harder and harder, with emphasis paid to the small tents formed at the peak. As if to judge them or their size, her breasts were pulled taut and held for a moment, before the hem of her top was pulled up over her firm abs. Working them over her breasts was a labour in of itself and would have woken anyone else. Eventually the material stretched far enough to be clear of them, and then fell down the other side, creasing together under her neck.
Among the student body, Yang’s bosom was considered a thing of beauty and mystery, and even the spectre availing itself upon her paused to marvel at them. They were soft and round, so in contrast to the firmness of the young huntress’ body. Sculpted and pale from lack of sunlight, her skin looked soft and inviting, firm and unyielding. Grown women would have killed for them, and many had paid for ones as large or full, yet Yang’s natural beauty shone past all of that.
Each fell a little to the side, drifting away from centre-mass through their weight alone. Gently, they were cupped and brought back, and Yang breathed a little easier, relieved to have the weight taken off. The handprints on either side of her large breasts moved up and down, caressing and stroking her, worshipping her.
Her nipples were pushed down, pushed inward. When released, they popped back out again, firm and hard like little rubies.
A decision was made. Whatever it had been looking for, the spectre found it in Yang. The rest of the sheets that covered her lower half were pushed away and thrown off the edge of the bed. Her long legs were clad in tight shorts, which were dragged down with hurried need. Yang slept through it all, even the rough treatment as her legs were drawn up, first her left and then her right, for her shorts, and her black underwear, to be pulled off her feet. Rather than be thrown away, her underwear was brought up and her hands were dragged invisibly above her head, tied together at the wrists, and then looped about a bed post.
With her hands held straight, her chest muscles flexed, causing her breasts to push out even further. The bed creaked as more weight was placed upon it, fingerprints dancing around her body as her breathing quickened; hot, whispered breaths escaped her as she bit her bottom lip and moaned something in her sleep. A name, a plea, the spectre cared not.
Zwei did and began sawing the bra strap on the edge of Ruby’s bed, his eyes fixed firmly on where the unknown figure was touching his master.
Yang’s body slid down the bed, head falling off the pillow and golden hair splaying out in every direction. Her lower body and hips rose up off the mattress, suspended in the air with her legs parted and spread around something that couldn’t be seen. With her back and shoulders still on the bed, she gasped as `something` pushed into her, stretching her virgin body. Being a huntress, her hymen had broken long ago through rigorous training. There was no pain and no blood, and she didn’t awake.
Her body drew further back, her pussy spreading as she was filled. Instinctively, her thighs clenched, tightening around an invisible shape. Her skin was flushed with colour and her breathing became even more laboured, tinted with discomfort. She was held there, held in place without movement, until her muscles eventually loosened, becoming used to the intrusion. Her lips parted and her face fell to the side.
Slowly, her body jerked back.
Yang gasped.
The bed creaked.
Over and over, her body was pulled back and forth, dragged across the sheets. Her wondrous breasts jiggled back and forth, slapping as she was fucked while deep asleep – only to go still as invisible hands clasped them, moulded them. Her nipples, already hard and at attention, tweaked left and right under their own power.
Her body rose higher, levitating off the bed entirely. Her back arched, shoulders, head and arms falling down as though she were suspended by arms under the small of her back. Though her hands and hair touched the bed, her body did not, and Yang writhed in the air, legs spread wide apart and jerking forward, shaking in the air as her wide-open sex made hungry slopping sounds, spilling her arousal down onto her sheets.
Yang’s breasts were pressed flat suddenly, and her upper body was dragged up so that she hovered flat above her bed. Her mouth opened wider and the sleepy gasps and moans were replaced with muffled noise. Her eyes scrunched up in her sleep and her cheeks bulged, almost as if something had been pushed into her mouth and was now pressing at the inside of her cheek.
Her arms twitched, sleep fading as all the unusual sensations started to kick in. Her legs tensed and her eyes opened, slowly at first, then shooting open as she realised what was happening to her.
Finding herself floating off her bed, legs spread and body plundered, Yang tried to scream.
The sound didn’t come, lost as it was within an invisible mouth pressed down over hers. Yang felt something rubbing against her tongue, caressing and playing with it. Arms like bands of steel were locked under her back and shoulders, pressing her into something hard above her.
And between her legs – oh god, there was something between her legs and pushing inside of her.
Frantically, she tried to scream, to make some noise, but the only parts of her she could move were her legs from the knee down, which kicked desperately, and her hands, which were tied above her head. Those beat against the headboard, but not with enough volume to wake her team.
“Mphhh! Mnghhh!”
And then there was a sound – a loud snap that came from Ruby’s side of the room.
It was followed almost immediately by the loudest and angriest barking she’d ever heard. Zwei snapped and howled and bit at the air, snarling and growling and barking as loud as he possibly could as he danced back and forth on Ruby’s bed snarling at Yang.
Not her, Yang realised. At the thing that was assaulting her.
“Whaaa- Zwei!” Ruby yelled.
“What is that infernal – w -what happened to me? Why am I undressed?”
“Ha- ow!” A cry and a sound of someone hitting wood from below. Blake fell off her bed, head trapped in her own yukata, which had been tied above her. “What the hell?” she growled, struggling to break free. “If this is your idea of a joke, Yang, I’ll-”
“Arf! Bark! Grrr! Arf!”
“Zwei?” Ruby rolled over, confusedly pulling her top down over her stomach as she did. Her face mask was removed, and she followed Zwei’s furious gaze. “What are you- ah!” Ruby gasped and slapped hand over her mouth.
It was all Yang could do to look back desperately from one eye, helpless and begging for aid.
“YANG!” Ruby screamed.
“What-?” Weiss looked up and over, then gasped. “Oh my God, Yang, you – what is - ?”
“The ghost!” Ruby howled. “It’s the ghost!”
Zwei howled and barked and spat at the air.
“Ghosts aren’t-” Weiss looked to Yang, who was still being fucked relentlessly in the air, and changed her mind. “N – Never mind.” Rushing over to Blake, Weiss undid the knot and freed the girl, who rather than pull her yukata down, tossed it off entirely.
Stark naked, Blake looked up above her bed to see Yang floating and writhing in the air, eyes now scrunched shut in shame and humiliation. She could see through whatever was between her legs to her pussy, stretched wide around something. That there was a figure using her was unquestionable. Yang’s thighs were clamped around it and pressed flat where she was trying to close her legs.
“Oh my God…”
“Help her!” Ruby cried, already fumbling her way out of bed and off her bunk.
“How?” Weiss asked.
Blake didn’t wait for an answer. With Yang floating, the bed could take her weight as she scaled up, still naked but too panicked to put any clothes on. Looking for a weapon and finding none, Blake locked her fists together and brought them down on the space between Yang’s legs, but higher, where a body or head of a person would have been.
Her joined hands went through whatever it was and slammed down onto the mattress under Yang’s behind, which floated in front of her. Even if it was solid for Yang, it apparently wasn’t for her. On hands and knees between Yang’s forced-open legs, Blake had a front row seat to her partner’s humiliation.
A hand settled on the back of her head and pushed.
Blake screamed on feeling it – or tried to. Her cries were muffled into Yang’s sex as her face was buried straight between her partner’s thighs. With Yang still stretched open, her nose, mouth and tongue were pushed inside and then held there, with Blake spluttering for breath straight into Yang’s pussy.
The taste of her partner filled her mouth, wet and hot.
Kicking back with both legs and pushing with her hands, Blake tried to break free, only to squeal loudly into her partner’s cunt as what felt like two fingers dove into her own body. The sudden intrusion had her pushing forward instead, trying to pull off the fingers. That only served to have her push her face deeper into Yang, fully eating her out as Yang was fucked and she was fingered, somehow with her head being inside the ghostly figure’s pelvis.
Helpless to do anything but kick her legs, Yang wailed into her assailant’s mouth, eyes closed as she tried to ignore both the feeling of being fucked and the feeling of Blake spluttering into her pussy at the same time.
To her horror, her virgin body wasn’t ready for such stimulus and her muscles clamped down, stomach clenching as she came on her best friend’s face. Yang moaned, both in pleasure and horror.
“Yang! I’m coming!”
“No, Ruby!” Weiss held her sister back. “You idiot, if you go up there then you’ll be trapped as well.”
“We have to do something!” Ruby reacted by picking up a bra off the floor and hurling it at the spectre. It passed straight through where its body would have been, and neither Yang nor Blake were aided, both still struggling and moaning as Blake was forced to eat Yang out while being fingered, and Yang was hovering in the air, fucked in more ways than one. “Let go of them!” Ruby yelled. “Go away! Ah. B-Be banished?”
“Banished?” Weiss’ eyes bulged and she ran to the drawers, which were open and disgorging their underwear. Desperately, she rummaged around in it, trying one drawer and then the next. “Where is it? Where is it? Come on…”
“An! Mgh! Nghhh!” Yang wailed.
“Mph! Mmh! Eeeen!” Blake echoed, struggling to pull out of Yang and also away from the fingers in her. One of Blake’s knees was dragged up suddenly, leaving her balanced on one knee and one hand as her pussy was bared to them all, stretched even further as another spectral finger was added.
Blake whined loudly, eyes clenched shut, face covered with little beads of what Ruby at first thought was sweat, then realised was Yang’s climax.
Yang’s golden hair swayed as she tried to break free, shaking her head back and forth until all of a sudden her hair was gripped hard and her head pulled still. She was left unable to even move that, and the way her cheeks bulged suggested something was being pushed into her mouth.
Ruby had never felt so helpless. Even Zwei was doing more, if that was only hopping and barking furiously at the base of their bed.
Suddenly, Yang cried out louder still, eyes bulging wide and purple, body shaking. Ruby wondered why, hands clasped before her, but the answer became clear soon enough. Because the thing using her couldn’t be seen, she had a perfect – if reluctant – view at her sister’s sex. Enough to see it being pushed open wider and wider as something cream in colour was pumped into her.
It – It was coming. The ghost was coming into her sister.
“Nghhh!” Yang howled, quivering badly, legs stretched out straight and toes curled. Her face was bright red. “Nnnnnnnn!”
Blake was little better – forced as she was to swallow much of the seed that was pumped into her partner. Her ears were flat, and she was trying so hard to pull away, but the grip on her head was absolute, black hair pulled up around an invisible fist that kept her locked in place.
A ghost had just fucked and come in her sister. And Blake was being made to eat her out.
“I’m back!” Weiss gasped, returning dishevelled and with a box in hand.
The Ouija board.
There was also a glass of water in her other hand, a sheet of paper, the instruction manual, pressed against it and held between two fingers. Weiss threw the board down, took the glass and then read from the manual.
“Our questions asked, our bond broken, we release you from your task and bid thee farewell. Leave now, never to return. With this holy water, I banish thee. Return to the afterlife so that this world may be left only to the living.”
The words spoken, Weiss upended the glass over the Ouija board, soaking it.
“Argh!” Yang yelled, falling down onto the bed.
“Bwah!” Blake howled, pulling back so hard she fell over onto her back as well, mouth wet. She rolled over, spitting to the side and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
The bunk bed, which was hardly the firmest of construction at the best of times and certainly not meant for two people falling on it at once, cracked and collapsed over Blake’s bed, slamming down with an almighty crash.
In the chaos that remained, an eerie silence pervaded.
“I – Is it done?” Ruby dared to ask. “Is it gone?”
Zwei growled and darted up onto the bed between Blake and Yang, and for once wasn’t pushed away by Blake. Instead, he was hauled up by Yang, who cuddled the corgi to her naked chest and rubbed him with both hands.
“You warned them,” she gasped out. “Good boy. Best boy. My hero!”
“Ack – Hack!” Blake spat out a glob of… something no one wanted to consider. “N – No one mentions this,” she heaved out. “N – Never.”
“I think we can all get behind that idea,” Weiss said. Reaching down, she tossed Blake her yukata, and the faunus dragged it over her head, sitting cross-legged on Yang’s bed and shaking badly. “Are you okay, Yang?” Weiss asked. “Do you need medical attention?”
“I need a hug…”
Ruby was up there immediately, holding onto her sister.
“Thanks.” Yang hugged her and Zwei back. “But I think… I’m not okay, but I’m alive. Just…” Her eyes closed. “That was… I didn’t think that would happen…”
“Who could?” Blake growled. “We’re destroying that thing today. Burning it, spreading the ashes, salting the remains and then setting fire to the Emerald Forest. That thing dies.”
Weiss kicked the wet Ouija board. “I’m not sure anyone will disagree there.”
“How did you end the ritual?” Ruby asked. Blake was too busy wiping her mouth again and Yang was cuddling and praising Zwei for alerting everyone.
“I read the instruction manual. Apparently, we were supposed to release or banish the spirit after we called it. Because we didn’t, it stayed around. And the `tits` it mentioned… well, we can see exactly what kind of spirit we summoned.” Shaking her head, she set the glass on the side. “The instructions said to speak the words, then douse the board in holy water.”
“Where did you-?”
“I used tap water.” Weiss shrugged. “It’s not like I could find a priest, is it? And it worked well enough.”
“I guess so.” Ruby looked around their room, covered with their underwear and now with one bed broken and Yang still shaken up about what happened. “Blake can sleep in my bed tonight,” she said. “It’s not like me and Yang haven’t shared a bed before.”
After being made to eat Yang out, Ruby didn’t think either of them would feel up to being asked to sleep in the same bed. Blake obviously agreed, thanking her quietly before sliding off the bed, even pausing to look at, then gingerly pat Zwei.
“Good boy,” she said, almost reluctantly. “Thank you for looking over us.”
Zwei’s tongue lolled out happily.
With Ruby and Yang cuddled together and in a fresh change of clothes and Weiss and Blake asleep in the other bunk, Zwei finally settled down on the floor. He gave the room one last look-over, checking the corners and drawers to make sure it was safe, and finally the wet Ouija board on the floor. Nothing moved, and with a tired little yawn, the corgi closed his eyes, the task of protecting his masters done at last.
Had he kept them open just a moment longer, he might have noticed the marker on the Ouija board shake just a little.
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