#elderflowyr

Weiss: Ugh, don't talk about my sister like that please.

Qrow: Yikes, Firecracker with the Ice Queen?

Ruby: Yes, yikes, 'specially when you're in the room right next to them.

Blake: Heh. Lucky you're not next to me and Sun.

Sun, mouth full of food: Hmm?

Ruby: Anyway, me and Nora managed to find out who tops who...

Nora: And who is the bottom of a bottom of a bottom! The cubed bottom, per se!

Ruby: Yes. And we can see it in their actions.

Weiss: Surely a Schnee would conquer them all!

Qrow: Heh, I like your enthusiasm... but Yang is most definitely at the top of the chain.

Blake: I feel like it would be Merc.

Sun: Same here, he's just a jerk. Probably tortures them in bed.

Ruby, snickering: Interesting predictions... but far from the truth.

Nora: Far far!

Ruby: First, the bottom³, as Nora called it, is Mercury. The most jerky of them all, the worst. Being moulded by a horrible man -- his father, an assassin -- he's been without love for his whole life. Thus, he's more susceptible to the love and care of his lovers.

Nora: Basically, he's just a sad boy who wants to call someone Mommy and Daddy~!

Weiss: Makes sense, actually.

Qrow: Heh, Yang probably takes her anger out on him every night.

Blake: Ooh, he calls them Mommy and Daddy~? Good to know...

Sun: Huh, alright. Who's next?

Ruby: Next, is Yang.

Qrow: What the-

Ruby: While she was the one who initiated this whole relationship, she has been... bottomized by Winter and Ren. Mercury only stays down because of his pre stated lack of love. He seeks Yang's forgiveness too, from what happened in Vytal.

Nora: She succumbs to Winter and Ren's tenacity~!

Weiss: Understandable. Of course Winter would dominate her. And Ren, surely.

Blake: I don't know, this seems to be leaning towards a bottom¹ -- that doesn't work -- Winter.

Weiss: How preposterous. A Schnee would never-

Ruby: And next is Winter.

Weiss, jaw dropping: What!?

Qrow, snorting: Of course. Pick your jaw up, Ice Princess.

Blake: What did I say?

Sun: You're always right hun.

Blake: Damn right, Sun.

Ruby: Similar to her own bottoms, Winter has... a history with being loved. Weiss knows that too well. Thus she submits to the one who hadn't submitted -- Ren!

Nora: Tenacious Ren wins again~!

Weiss: I can't believe this... I'll have to talk about this...

Qrow: Oh relax, you're a bottom to little miss Red over there, and the Ice Prince seems to enjoy Ozcar's-

Weiss: Shut it, you mongrel.

Blake: How in depth and... inspiring.

Sun: Blake... don't go and start eriting Yaoi again. Please. People thought I was gay for months! Reese still isn't convinced I'm not!

Reese, from afar: Need more proof, Sunny boy!

Ruby: Aaaaaaanyway, Ren is the top because-

Nora: Because he is loving, tender and amazing! Who would want to-

???: Ahem.

They turn. The 4 are behind them.

Ruby: Y-Yang! Mercury, hey...

Yang: 10 seconds.

Mercury: I'll give you 5.

Ruby: QUICK, NORA. HOLD IN AND I'LL ZIP AWAY!

Nora: Hurry-!

Nyoooooom!

Winter, snickering: You two... are so feisty today. What do you say, Ren?

Ren: Mmm, yes. Quite. May you two... follow us?

Mercury, Yang dropping their charge on Ruby and Nora: Yes, our Lords.

Qrow, watching on: What the fuck just happened?

Weiss: I don't know. I need a drink.

Yang: But of course, we know who gives the best head, right?

Weiss: But of course.

Yang: Winter!

Weiss: Sun!

Yang: ... wouldn't he be a little ... ticklish? Winter is better!

Weiss: Yuck! I'm not thinking of her in your thighs. Sun is supreme!

Yang and Weiss: ... this means WAR!

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Winter: ... so they're fighting over who gives better head?

Blake, sighing: Yep. Between you and Sun, apparently.

Winter: I mean ... I'd probably fight someone if they said Ren's hair wasn't just the best.

Blake: ... what?! Weiss' hair is serene, silky!

Winter: Ren's mane is beautiful, well kept and ... smells nice.

Winter:

Blake:

Winter and Blake: *unholsters their weapons*

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Ren, collapsing into a chair: Woof, I'm tired.

Sun, handing him a can: Winter and Yang go ham again?

Ren: You got it. Thanks.

Sun: ... right.

Ren: So, what are they fighting about?

Sun: Who gives the best head and who has the best hair.

Ren: Ah, so each other?

Sun: Yeah.

Sun, groaning: Yowch, Blake really did a number on my little guy. I swear, she does it the best, but she does it hard.

Ren: I dunno, Yang can go ham when you get her in the mood. She's the best, no doubt.

Sun, sighing: We're going to have to fight, aren't we?

That night, in their apartment, Jaune and Nora visited them. Jaune brought with him, a dress. He opened his suitcase, and opened it, revealing a light green dress with light brown buttons.

Ren: ... I'm not wearing a dress.

Yang: What?! Why!? We all agreed to wear dresses!

Ren: ... I just don't wanna.

Yang: But why ... oh, is Renny boy here embarrassed~?

Ren, rosy faced: N-No, I just ... I don't think I'll look good in one.

Jaune: Nonsense!

Nora: Yeah! Remember the dance? Jauney Boy killed in that dress!

Ren: That's because Jaune does pull the dress off. I won't.

Winter: Don't say that; you'll look pretty, I assure you.

Winter's words made Ren tense up. He wasn't expecting Winter to butt in, not after she herself protested the whole dress thing at the start.

Ren and Winter both agreed that they'd marry Yang, and share her. To the playful horror of Yang. However, Ren and Winter's ... relationship was overlooked. Now, they were getting de jure married, and they barely knew anything about the other.

But Ren wanted to get to know Winter. Ren definitely liked Winter. As such, he'd be swayed by her.

Ren, red faced: Y-You really think so, Winter?

Winter, cheeks rosy: I ... yes, you'd look wonderful.

Ren: A-Alright then ... give me the dress and 20 minutes. Yang-

Yang: You banged me in the fitting room. No. Get Winter to.

Winter, flustered: Huh!? Me? Surely Ren wouldn't-

Ren: U-Uhm ... alright.

Winter: !!!

About an hour later ...

Nora: Damn, those two have been in there for a while, haven't they?

Yang: Yeah-

Cue the door opening and Winter, hair down and ruffled, cheeks rosy, stumbling out of the bedroom that they had entered earlier. She lead Ren out of the room, who was equally messy, his dress wrinkled and ... a little wet. He had a spring in his step. He was, quite literally skipping, and seemed to be more preppy.

Ren twirled as he exited the room, spinning on his heel. The dress was unique to the other two, having sleeves and looking more modest.

At the shoulders, it is white, and the sleeves were long and sleek, and a shade of green which reminded Yang of a less saturated Patch. The same could be said about the dress itself. The skirt was the same shade, but when it reached the ruffles, the inside was white and thick.

Ren, beaming: Ta-dah~! How do I look?

Yang, short circuiting: I- uh ... wow. You look ... c-cute.

Ren, smiling teasingly and pointing at Winter: And it seemed that someone else thought so too~

Winter, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear: ... Ren's real adorable, got that?

Yang looked at the both of them, pointing and beaming. Nora and Jaune snickered.

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: RWBY Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lie Ren/Winter Schnee/Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladonna/Weiss Schnee/Sun Wukong, Lie Ren/Yang Xiao Long, Lie Ren/Winter Schnee, Winter Schnee/Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladonna/Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna/Sun Wukong, Weiss Schnee/Sun Wukong Characters: Lie Ren, Winter Schnee (RWBY), Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladonna, Weiss Schnee, Sun Wukong (RWBY), Nora Valkyrie (mentioned) Additional Tags: Tags Are Hard, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Threesome - F/F/M, Orgy, Eventual Smut Summary:

The Blake, Sun and Weiss placed a wager against Winter, Ren and Yang stating that Sun's abs were, objectively, better. After losing said bet, Blake, Sun and Weiss are subject to the ElderFloWYR's ... torments.

"You've hurt Ren's feelings, now's the time for you to make it up to him~!"

Ren and Winter make their way into the-- well, their bedroom. It was a little surreal that they'd be sharing not only a wife, but a bedroom. They hadn't even reached first base, and they were meant to sleep together?

Ren: I'll ... take my clothes off then.

Winter, looking away: A-Alright, please excuse me!

Ren, chuckling: Winter ... with all due respect, no.

Winter, red faced: H-Huh?

Ren: Winter. In just a few weeks, we're marrying the same person. Beautiful and wonderful Yang.

Winter, gradually looking back at Ren: Uh huh ...

Ren, unbuttoning his shirt: So ... we're going to have to ... get used to each other. Thus ...

Winter, swallowing her saliva: Thus ... you want me to watch?

Ren, rosy faced: Y-Yes. Please ... enjoy?

Winter, giggling: I think I will~

Ren shrugged as he brought his hands out of his shirt's sleeves. Winter's face flushed as her eyes magnetised to Ren's bare body. His abs were pristine, if anything, mesmerising. Winter could definitely get used to them.

As he revealed his shoulders, Winter was shown Ren's muscular arms, built upon years of living off scraps, scavenging, protecting. They could definitely protect her and Yang in an emergency.

And the strong man façade was broken when Ren took the dress out of it's folds and held it in front of him.

Winter, giggling: That dress is ... certainly nice.

Ren, rolling his eyes: ... this doesn't make you think of me any less, does it?

Winter: Ren. I assure you that wearing a dress won't change my opinion for you.

Ren, skeptical: ... alright. Now, how do I put this on ...

Winter: Let me help you with that ...

Winter helped Ren to get into the dress. One leg after the other. But Winter's hands never came in contact with Ren's bare skin. It was intentional. Winter didn't want to know how she would react if she got the chance to.

Ren: Alright ... now for the zip.

Winter: Of course. Let me go around you ...

Winter walked to be better positioned to Ren, behind him to zip it up.

But, as she was zipping his dress, Ren leaned a little to the back, coming into contact with Winter's hand. She was so close too. And her worries were confirmed when her hands reached for his waist from behind him. That one touch had left her craving more. It was ... warm, enticing even.

Winter wanted more.

Ren, stuttering: W-Winter ... what are you doing-

Winter, twirling Ren around to face her: Hush. You've done this to yourself~

Ren: But what did I- ??!?

Suddenly, Winter pulled Ren close, and planted ... well, planted would be wrong. She mauled Ren's mouth, immediately attacking with her tongue.

Winter: Alright, Yang, I'm going to need you to help me with the dress.

Yang, red faced: What?! Why!?

Winter: Because of two reasons. One, Ren isn't familiar with dresses, so it'd be quite difficult to direct him.

Ren: Well actually-

Winter: Hush. And the other reason is, well, would you want another woman to see my bare back, caress it, and potentially be turned on by it?

Yang: N-No ...

Winter, dragging Yang in: Then help me out here, dearie~!

Yang: Winter, wait-

Winter locks the door and turns to Yang. Yang gulps as Winter walks up to Yang, ignoring the dress.

Yang: U-Uh ...

Suddenly, Yang is pushed onto the chair behind her, and she collapsed into it. She swallowed and reached for her shirt's buttons.

Winter: Why are you undressing? This is my dress, isn't it?

Yang, frozen: W-What?

Winter: This is my dress, so why are you striping? Or did you ... oh my, Yang~

Yang, red faced: S-Shut up!

Winter: Don't worry, we can do that too~

(A lot) Later ...

Winter: Ren, how do I look?

Ren, rosy faced: You look ... nice.

Winter emerged from the changing room, wearing a dress. It began as white at the top, and covered her shoulders. As it went down, and reached her waist, it gradually turned from white to light blue. It didn't turn into a gown, but it turned to a skirt that covered her knees. The frills were translucent, and Ren could see Winter's ...

Winter: Why do you look like Yang, Ren? Why the red face?

Ren, even more red faced: H-Huh? No ... wait, what do you mean like Yang?

Yang, sprawled on the chair, in disarray and naked: Guhh ...

Ren: Oh dear.

Winter: She's yours if you'd like~