Victory Rose Theater

[Spudr]

A/N: After some deliberation, I've decided to post (some of) my fics over from AO3 to QQ. I'll probably post daily until I run out of completed things.

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A re-interpretation of The Lusty Argonian Maid from Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind

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Pyrrha stares at the door to her team's dorm. Why did I agree to this? Jaune is in Vale with Ren and Nora, so they would have the room to themselves for the rest of the day. Swallowing nervously, she takes the least few steps and opens the door. Her gaze is immediately drawn to Ruby. Oh. Right. Ruby is currently dusting Jaune's comicbook collection while wearing a black-and-white maid outfit. There's nothing indecent about the outfit itself, it's just too small and stretched to its limits, dangerously close to ripping.

Pyrrha clears her throat. "Halt right there, miscreant! What are you doing in my quarters? Are you here to steal from me?" she calls out in imperious voice, pointing Miló at Ruby. Theatrics were never really her strong suite, but has some experience and in her combat outfit she makes for an impressive sight, as befits the Invincible Girl.

Ruby spins around wide-eyed, though the corner of her mouth twitches as she struggles to suppress a smile. She immediately drops into a deep curtsy. "Certainly not, kind lady! I am here but to clean your chambers."

Pyrrha bares her teeth as she stalks closer, taking her time to admire the view in front of her. "Is that all you have come here for, little one? My chambers?"

Ruby keeps her head bowed, her shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Her voice is still as innocent as ever. "I have no idea what it is you imply, mistress. I am but a poor Valean maid."

Pyrrha continues onward, now smiling openly. As she halts in front of Ruby, she reaches out with her left hand and gingerly tilts Ruby's head upwards until she's staring up at Pyrrha's face. She lowers her voice, its tone now altogether more enticing. "So you are, my dumpling. And a good one at that. Such strong legs and shapely rear."

As silver eyes meet emerald, Ruby's blush is genuine. Scripted though they may be, the way Pyrrha speaks the words makes them feel all too real. "You embarrass me, my lady!"

"Fear not," Pyrrha says, leaning ever so slightly closer to Ruby with every word. "You are safe here with... me." The last word is little more than a whisper, spoken within inches of Ruby's face.

Ruby clutches the hem of her skirt tightly with both hand and attempts to slowly back away. "I... must finish my cleaning, my lady. The mistress will have my head if I do not!"

Pyrrha steadily follows Ruby, making her back against the desk. "Cleaning, eh? I have something for you. Here, polish my spear," she replies in a purring voice, offering Miló to Ruby.

Ruby stares at the offered weapon greedily and slowly reaches out to touch it, gently caressing it before taking it into her hands. "But it is huge and complex! It could take me all night!"

Pyrrha groans internally as she sees Ruby salivating over Miló. She should have known the weapons-geek had an ulterior motive for choosing this particular scene to re-enact. "Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time." she assures Ruby. She would just have to take every advantage of the situation. Maybe even punish Ruby a little...

Ruby turns around and puts Miló on the table, where she conveniently already has a weapon maintenance kit laid out. Pyrrha, however, isn't about to let her off that easily, and she steps closer to Ruby, placing both hands on her rear and leaning forward to speak into her ear. "You must be gentle... but firm." For emphasis, she gives Ruby a good squeeze, causing her to squirm.
Ruby grins widely as she starts opening a jar of polish, only to receive a firm smack on her ass. "Did I give you a permission to start?" Pyrrha demands fiercely.

"N-no, mistress." Ruby stammers, blushing even more.

"You must take her apart first. I will see to it that you do everything just right. No matter how long it takes." Pyrrha promises.

As Ruby starts pulling Miló apart, she makes sure to take her time to do everything just the way Pyrrha wants it done. Pyrrha, for her part, lets her hands wander all over Ruby, delivering encouragement and punishment as warranted while speaking into her ear, telling her exactly what to do. For Ruby, it would be a long but enjoyable afternoon before she receives her reward for a job well done. The maid outfit, unfortunately, does not survive the ordeal.

 

[Spudr]

A re-interpretation of The Sultry Argonian Bard from Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

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Pyrrha stalks her unsuspecting prey. Today she would have her revenge. One might suggest that the grounds of Beacon Academy are an unusual place to stalk prey, but her prey is highly unusual as well.

After crossing half the campus, Ruby finally finds a nice spot with some shade where no-one should accidentally get too close, coincidentally close to their dorms. Pulling Crescent Rose from her belt, she unfolds it and starts twirling it with ease that belies her lithe form. After a few moments she starts taking steps, dancing to an inaudible tune and turning the twirling into a seemingly spontaneous performance, even tossing the massive scythe into the air and catching it again, all the while keeping it spinning. She even manages to attract a small audience; not many students have seen a scythe-wielder put on a show like this. Little do they know that what they're seeing is a mere prelude to the real show.

"That's an impressive display, my little friend. I bet you could even cleave that boulder in half with such a weapon." Pyrrha calls out as she approaches, sensing her opportunity. Seeing the Invincible Girl approach Ruby in full combat gear, many in the audience start backing away a little while others join the small crowd, expecting a spar between the two. Now that would be something to see – Ruby doesn't have the reputation Pyrrha does, at least among those who don't share combat class with her, but to get into Beacon while wielding such a weapon already speaks of her skill, for while scythe is a rare weapon, even more rare are those who are merely acceptable with it.

Ruby continues twirling the weapon while pausing in her steps and turning to face Pyrrha. "My lady, I could never perform your request!" Her words leave many in the audience baffled, and further exchange only increases their confusion.

"Oh? Is it too fast for you?" Pyrrha asks sweetly, continuing to approach Ruby.

Ruby steps back and brings Crescent Rose into a halt, planting the butt on the ground. "I fear that it might damage my instrument."

"Ah. But you seem to handle your instrument so well, my darling." Pyrrha declares boldly, stopping just a step away from Ruby.

Ruby responds with a mocking bow. "You flatter me, my lady."

"Yes, well, it is such a large and magnificent piece. May I hold it?" Pyrrha asks, lowering her voice to a stage whisper.

"Goodness no!" Ruby replies, bringing her right hand to her chest and looking shocked. "The innkeeper would never approve of such a public display."

"Then may I suggest a private performance?" Pyrrha asks, stepping even closer and pulling Ruby's hand into her own. "Perhaps, away from the noise of the inn where we both may enjoy your tremendous talent."

Ruby gives Pyrrha's hand a slight squeeze. "Surely you don't mean for me to accompany you to your room?"

"Indeed I do, my sweet. Indeed I do." And with the last words, Pyrrha leads Ruby away, leaving the onlookers to wonder what the hell did they just witness. Apart from one Yang Xiao Long, who manages to keep from laughing her ass off just long enough for her half-sister to leave the hearing range. Yang briefly considers staging a rescue – or possibly an intervention – but decides against it.

Pyrrha rushes Ruby through the halls and up the stairs into the conveniently empty dormitory she shares with her team. As soon as they're inside, she grabs Crescent Rose and pushes Ruby onto her bed. Ruby moves to get her weapon back, but Pyrrha just steps backwards. Pulling the sniper-scythe tightly against her body, she kisses the flat of the blade. Ruby freezes in place, staring at Pyrrha wide-eyed. Pyrrha giggles a little and winks at Ruby while caressing the blade gingerly. A small whimpering sound can be heard.

Tossing Miló and Akoúo aside, she continues molesting Crescent Rose while looking at Ruby and gradually shedding her clothing with the help of her semblance. She has never tried strip-tease before, and judging by Ruby's vacant expression and the way she keeps rubbing her thighs together they've both been missing out. Then again, it probably helps that she's mercilessly exploiting her opponent's greatest weakness...

 

[Spudr]

Pyrrha wonders what Ruby is up to. Ruby has not forgotten what happened the last time.

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It's another beautiful day at the Beacon academy. Pyrrha Nikos is sitting on a bench in a hidden corner of the courtyard, revising her class notes and wondering why Ruby asked her there. It wasn't for another of their "performances." Both of their teams are on the premises and anyway, Ruby would've sent her a script or at least something to go on.

She hasn't been waiting for long when she hears voices from an adjacent hallway through an open window. Curious, she stands up and moves to look. The scene she sees in front of her causes her to freeze up and stare, lest those she watches become aware of her.

"But my sister dearest, how can our love ever be? 'Tis forbidden; nay, cursed!"

"My sister dearest, how can it not? If I cannot control myself, neither can you; for just as grass is ever greener on the other side, the juices from the forbidden fruit are surely sweeter than any other nectar."

"Oh, the fires of my passion burn so hot, to seize the flames is to lose ones hand. Yet to let go, to back away; a black abyss awaits me, banished evermore from the light of sun, for without you by my side I will surely wither and die."

"Then let our shared curse also be our blessing, sister. A fire that keeps the abyss at bay until death do us part; for if we are to be damned if we do and damned if we don't, a day in the sun is all we can ask for, and let the memories we share keep the cold of abyss at bay forever more."

"I cannot deny the truth in your words any more than I can deny the beauty of your eyes; let us make memories with haste, for my passion can be contained no more."

Pyrrha is only dimly aware of the retreating footsteps. Ruby... and... Yang... A small part of her wonders whether she's dreaming; the rest is torn between imagining what's going to happen in the sisters' dorm, and wondering whether she can make it there in time to watch, or at least listen.

"Pyrrha! There you are!" someone exclaims from distance.

"Oh great, she's totally out of it," another voice says.

"Pyrrha? Are you okay? Pyrrha!"

Someone snaps their fingers next to her ear and Pyrrha blinks as reality slowly reasserts itself.

"Um." she replies, trying to figure out what's going on. "Sorry, I was... daydreaming."

"About what?" Ren asks dryly as her other teammates look from the sidelines.

Pyrrha purses her lips tightly shut, afraid of what she might say, though she can't stop her face from turning almost red enough to match her hair, especially when she realizes she's been drooling.

Jaune shakes his head and lets out a sigh. "What did Ruby do this time?"

Meanwhile back at their dorm, Yang is sitting on Blake's bed, while Ruby bounces around, almost maniacally giddy. Eventually, Yang breaches the silence. "Okay, sis, spill. What was that really about?"

"Did you see the look on Pyrrha's face?" Ruby replies with a grin.

Yang blinks. "Seriously? All that effort just for that?"

Ruby sniggers. "All is fair in love and war, Yang!"

Yang shakes her head. "I'm not sure if I'm allowed to be proud of you any more."

"Are you saying you wouldn't do the same to Blake?" Ruby asks, feigning innocence.

"Well, maybe if she had been reaaally-" Yang cuts of, shooting a suspicious look at Ruby. "What did Pyrrha do?"

Ruby blushes. "Well..."