#semblance use

Weiss huffed as she thought about what her friend Ilia (and what a surprising friendship it was, considering!) was doing. It was November, and the chameleon faunus had apparently decided that it would be a great idea to do the stupid challenge of No Nut November.

...she loved her friend, she truly did, but Ilia was being a dumbass!

Weiss knew that Ilia had to empty out her balls at least once a day before she started feeling uncomfortable!

They were at ELEVEN days now!

The girl was wincing with every step she took now!!

She exhaled heavily, wondering what she could do in order to stop her friend from continuing to hurt herself.

“Weiss?” the white haired girl jerked as a familiar voice entered her ears, cheeks pinking as she realized that she had let herself get surprised, even if it was by a friend.

Turning, she saw Joan standing behind her, the blonde’s deep blue eyes looking at her with curiosity, making her swallow hard as she took a few steps closer. “Are...are you okay?” she asked, stepping forwards and sitting down beside her.

Weiss wanted to brush the blonde off, to tell her that she was fine and that her concerns were misplaced, but she found that she couldn’t. The blonde was so...honest with her emotions, and she wasn’t like those who just wanted to rub shoulders with her, or those who she ran the risk of them using her words against her, or worse, selling them to a tabloid.

So, she found herself opening up to the blonde about the conundrum that she found herself facing, her cheeks heating up as she started to talk about Ilia and what she was doing, and how this “Challenge” (yes, she used quotation marks, so what??) was just going to hurt her in the long run, and how it needed to stop!

She froze as she heard a small giggle, realizing exactly what she had been talking about, what she had revealed-

“Weiss.” she turned to see a soft, comforting smile on her blonde friend’s face. “I know how you can stop that.”

Weiss perked up, her expression hopeful. “Really? How?” she asked, wanting to find out the secrets necessary to ensure that her friend didn’t end up hospitalizing herself from producing too much cum.

The bright, cheerful, wicked smile that Joan gave her was something that she would have thought more on place on Nora’s face, but as the blonde leaned forward to whisper into her ears, she paid attention…

...and blushed deeply in mortification as the blonde spoke, her tone fast and low.

~

Ilia huffed as she walked-slash-stumbled-slash-waddled to where Weiss wanted to meet, a light sweat upon her brow from how much discomfort that she was in, her balls having reached critical mass. This was the longest she had ever gone without release. And she considered it a miracle that she hadn’t popped off yet in her sleep due to dreams or worse…

...due to crushing her nuts between her thighs.

She shivered. She had woken up because of that once, and now slept with a pillow between her thighs...one that she was going to probably have to toss due to the intense musk that had seeped into the pillow, despite daily showering.

She shook her head with a sigh as she entered the room the empty classroom that Weiss had asked her to come to, seeing that it was an old classroom that was obviously out of use, though it had been cleaned, and there was a single chair in the middle of the room.

A shiver ran down her spine as her instincts went wild, screaming AMBUSH!, but she knew that there were no real threats here, and stepped further into the room.

She had barely made five steps into the room before the she froze as the door closed swiftly behind her, the lock clicking shut.

Spinning around (despite the discomfort in her slacks), Ilia found herself breathing a sigh of relief as she saw it was just Weiss...though she raised an eyebrow at the fact that she was dressed in a long coat that covered the whole of her body, making her blink.

Her moment of confusion cost her as Weiss moved forwards and placed a hand on her collarbone and began marching her backwards towards the chair, Ilia so off kilter by the actions that she didn’t even really notice until the back of her knees hit the edge of it and she fell down, her butt hitting the chair with a thump as the air was knocked from her lungs...along with a bolt of pain from the impact to her balls.

However, she flushed, spots going pink, upon seeing Weiss standing in front of her sternly, her plump lips (that she had admittedly thought about being wrapped around her cock, both before and after they had become friends) twisted into a pout. She watched her open her mouth, close it, before repeating it several times, before huffing and snapping her fingers.

Ilia squeaked as she felt her arms moving, and craning her head, she saw Glyphs around her wrists, pulling her arms behind the back of the chair. “Weiss? What are you-” she stopped speaking, mouth going dry as Weiss dropped her coat, revealing that she was naked underneath it.

Ilia felt her spots turn from pink to deep red as her silver-gray eyes found themselves roaming over her form.

~

Weiss found herself embarrassed, but knew that she was doing the right thing as she saw the massive bulge in her shorts growing even larger, pushing away from her body as her mind flashed back to what Joan had told her earlier.

“It’s easy, Weiss.” Joan whispered into her ear, “you just have to take control and make Ilia know that you won’t let her hurt herself anymore!” she smiled eagerly, “Now, she’ll try to resist, say no, try to stop you, but you can’t let her stop you. Because while they say ‘no’, they’re not taking their own health seriously, so you have to do it yourself!” the firm nod that Joan gave made a bubble of emotions fill Weiss’s belly.

Heedless to her feelings, the blonde continued, “They’ll resist a bit until it starts to feel good, then it will be easy to get them to lose this stupid “No Nut November” stuff.”

She couldn’t help but ask the blonde, “H-How do you know all this??” she watched the blonde blink several times, before she giggled again, a pink hue forming on her cheeks, her lips curling into a smile.

“Well, let’s just say that Pyrrha has been thoroughly told off about trying to ignore her health, and she realized I meant it when I made sure to inspect her randomly every couple of days!” Joan nodded proudly. “Sure, she was embarrassed the first few times I lifted her skirt and checked, but I think she realizes I’m serious about it now!”

Part of Weiss knew that she should be appalled, since Joan admitted to practically forcing...oh, who was she kidding? Pyrrha was probably going to avoid touching herself for the rest of their time at Beacon if it meant that Joan was going to continue to ‘make sure she didn’t ignore her health’ like she was!

And she couldn’t deny that the thought of Ilia whimpering as she took control and wrung out her cum made a warm bubble in her belly…

“Well, I’ll talk to you later, Weiss! I have to go and do a check on Pyrrha!” Joan said brightly as she stood and dusted off her skirt, “Let me know if my advice helps you!”

Weiss nodded, cheeks pink, her mind whirling with the thoughts of doing what Joan had suggested, and feeling her panties being uncomfortably warm and slick…

Shaking herself from the memory, Weiss crouched down, making sure that Ilia could see her bare core as she hooked her fingers into the band of her shorts and started pulling them down.

~

Ilia was pulled out of her thoughts (and her eyes roaming over Weiss’s nude form) as she felt her shorts start being pulled, ripping her from her fantasies as she glanced down to see her shorts getting yanked down, her cock flopping out and reaching it’s full foot size, swollen and throbbing, her balls hanging beneath, the heavy grapefruits letting off a heady musk.

“Weiss!” she cried out, her voice shrill as she looked at the naked white haired girl, who was staring at her cock in shock that made her spots turn a brighter red, seeing a bright flush on the white haired girl’s cheeks as she stared at her cock and balls.

~

Weiss found herself swallowing hard; she had known that her friend was well blessed, how could she not, with her friend wearing such tight pants all the time?

But to actually see it, hard, heavy, twitching with every beat of her heart...it was even speckled with spots like the rest of her skin, which were a deep red.

Beneath hung two of the largest spheres that she had ever seen attached to a human being, making her realize that Joan was right, that she needed to take control, if only to ensure that her friend was going to be okay!

Taking a deep breath, she reached out.

~

Ilia squeaked as Weiss’s delicate hand (unburdened by calluses, helped along by Aura) wrapped around her cock, her fingers not even fully able to wrap around her shaft, while the other hand cupped her tender balls, her tip already starting to leak heavily from the little stimulation that she was getting.

She sank her teeth into her lower lip as Weiss began to tentatively stroke her shaft, a moan spilling from between her lips as she tried desperately not to buck her hips.

~

Watching her friend twitch and shake on the chair, Weiss felt a feeling of satisfaction within her breast. Yes. Yes, she was doing the right thing, especially because she could feel the dense spheres in her hands churning.

“See, this is why you shouldn’t have been holding back!” Weiss huffed, her voice breathless as she slowly pumped her cock, moving her hand up and down, collecting the sticky precum that was leaking out and using it to help move her hand up and down.

She watched Ilia’s face twist in pleasure, felt her legs jerking next to her as she worked her hand up and down, the moans getting louder and louder as she began to get nearer and nearer to the end.

But Weiss knew that Ilia would likely explode massively, and not wanting to deal with the clean up, she considered her options…

...and knew that there was only one way to ensure that they didn’t have to deep clean the entire room before they left.

~

Ilia whined as Weiss stopped, pulling away, leaving her cock screaming and her balls churning with need and anger at the denial that she was going through.

Why had she stopped? She needed it!

She was pulled from her thoughts as she felt a gentle weight land rest on her thighs, opening her eyes (and wondering when she had closed them) to see the naked form of Weiss Schnee straddling her lap, her bare (and wet) pussy nearly hidden by the weight of her thick cock.

She opened her mouth, only to moan as Weiss pushed her core against the underside of her shaft, rubbing her slick core against her dick, making her squirm as pleasure flowed through her.

“I’m going to make sure that this nonsense ends here.” Weiss’s tone was trying to be firm, but she could hear the white haired girl’s shuddery breaths as she rubbed her pussy against her cock, the wetness dripping down onto her balls.

She watched as Weiss rose up, the tip of her cock pressing against a small, tight looking clamshell, as Weiss hovered above her. “This No Nut Nonsense ends now!”

Ilia’s breath was shoved out of her lungs as Weiss dropped down, her plump rear hitting her thighs and balls with a resounding smack that filled the otherwise empty room.

Her eyes rolled up and she felt a burst of precum spurt out of her cock from the warm wet heat that tightly grasped around her shaft.

~

Weiss shuddered, taking deep breaths as she had pretty much just shoved something the length and width of her forearm into her (formerly) virgin pussy; the sensations of pleasure and pain warring within her as her body reflexively clenched down in an attempt to remove the invader, but she knew that there was no way that Ilia’s cock was coming out of her.

Not until her balls had been drained.

Taking a deep breath, Weiss wrapped her arms around the stunned chameleon’s neck, nuzzling against her face as she started to move.

~

Ilia inhaled sharply as the warm cavern her cock was in started to move, Weiss starting to move up and down on her shaft.

She at least had the kindness to start slow, since the chameleon had no clue if she would be able last more than a few bounces if Weiss had started to bounce at full speed.

But with her going somewhat slowly...she was at least not in danger of exploding in four pumps. But even then, the fact that she couldn’t move her arms to do anything, the fact that Weiss was slumped against her, the fact that she was whimpering so sweetly into her ear-

Was it any wonder that she could feel her balls already about to burst?

~

Weiss slowly picked up speed, knowing that Ilia wouldn’t likely last long with how sensitive that she was, especially with how backed up she was. She knew that she wouldn’t cum by the time she did.

But that was okay. This was about Ilia, more than anything else…

Taking a deep breath, she started bouncing more fiercely on the thick dicked chameleon’s lap, intent on draining her balls and making her cum.

~

Ilia felt sweat drip down her temples, trying desperately to keep from cumming, but the fact was, Weiss wasn’t slowing down, wasn’t stopping, and was only going faster.

A strangled sound escaped her mouth as she felt her balls clenching, getting tighter, the thickened cum within her balls loosening and swirling around quickly, letting her know that she had maybe seconds before she erupted.

“W-Weiss-” she attempted to strangle out a warning to her, though she knew that there was no stopping what was about to happen.

~

Weiss bounced her hips fast and hard, feeling Ilia’s cock throbbing deep within her, knowing that she was going to blow and that she was going to blow inside her, and well…

...she was willing to make sure that Ilia stopped doing something so stupid, but what kind of friend would she be if she didn’t ensure that hammered the fact that it was stupid home?

Well, she wasn’t going to be cruel and pull off, even at the risk of-

Weiss was pulled from her thoughts as Ilia bucked upwards with a broken cry, her light blue eyes widening as a massive barrage of wet heat sprayed into her, shooting into her womb almost violently.

Scraping her nails against the base of Ilia’s neck with a smile, Weiss’s mouth moved as she spoke. “That’s right, dump the contents of those balls into my fucking womb. You’d better seed me properly if you want me to continue to do this in the future~”

~

Ilia’s world was bliss, nothing but bliss as she felt her balls screaming in joy and relief as they pushed out more and more and more cum from them, knowing on some level that she was filling her womb with her very potent seed, and that she was at high risk of making Weiss a mother…

...a massive burst of cum escaped her balls as an image of Weiss, womb and belly heavy with her child, flashed across her mind.

~

Weiss placed a gentle kiss on a dazed Ilia’s lips as she wound down, her orgasm fading, feeling the chameleon’s cum swirling around in her womb. Remembering Joan’s advice, she spoke, her tone soft but firm, “Now, I’m going to make sure that you don’t do this anymore, alright? I’m going to find you every couple of days and make sure you’ve been keeping your balls drained~”

~

Ilia whimpered at the sexy, if slightly ominous, tone that Weiss used, before squeaking as she rolled her hips. Glancing up, she saw the white haired girl smiling sexily down at her. “We’re not done yet, Ilia~” she hummed, before starting to bounce on her lap again, sending waves of bliss through her.

If Weiss was really going to check on her, she was going to make sure she didn’t touch herself!

Ilia Amitola:

Status: FAILED

Reason/Method Of Failure: Weiss Tying Her To A Chair And Riding Her Cowgirl

Weiss Schnee was currently at an impasse. True, she was in a rather...disadvantageous situation, what with being not only stranded in the Mistral and held hostage by a group of bandits, she was in the tent of the bandit leader, who also surprisingly enough, happened to be the mother of her own teammate, Yang.

And when the woman entered the tend and stood before her, Weiss could truly see the similarities. Both had the same facial structure, long lustrous hair (although the woman’s was black as night instead of sunshine yellow), they eyes were similar as well (though Yang’s only took that shade of crimson when she used her semblance), and of course, they were both unfairly buxom, the dark haired woman’s bust straining against her top, a massive expanse of cleavage showing. Flaunting it, just like her daughter.

Even as the woman started to speak, Weiss only heard every third word, watching those fat mounds wobble and shake, the sight entrancing her and making her wonder if the woman even understood what a bra was.

She guessed that the woman was talking about ransoming her? What would they even ransom? Despite the fact that she grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, even she knew that money was of no use out here...so dust, then.

But that was laughable. She knew that her ‘father’ would never actually pay any ransom on her, especially after the fiasco at that gala and her practical disowning. He’d cut his losses.

Seeing those massive mounds of fat wobble and jiggle before her as the woman still yapped on and on about what she was planning on doing with her.

However, it at least gave her an enticing view. And it actually triggered a conversation that she and Ruby had, back at Beacon, months ago…

“Argh! How do you deal with her, Ruby!?” Weiss hissed through her teeth, wondering how the younger girl had managed to stand the busty blonde when she was like she had been.

Her partner giggled, though the sound wasn’t like her normal, innocent one. In fact it was somewhat...devious...compared to normal.

“That’s simple, Weiss! For all of her bluster, Yang is really weak to something very simple! I use it every time she gets too full of herself! It’s funny that someone so physically strong is so weak to something that simple~”

Weiss leaned forward eagerly, her face full of naked hope. “Please tell me you’re willing to share your secret!” Weiss would never admit to begging for the answer, but she was fully prepared to do so if it meant she could finally stop Yang when she wouldn’t stop needling her.

Ruby giggled again. “Well, you have to promise not to do it when in public~ You’d get in trouble~! Now, listen carefully, what you have to do is…”

Coming back to the present, Weiss’s lips curled into a smirk as she looked up at the still talking woman. The woman was even more buxom than her just as loudmouthed daughter, so it stood to reason she had the same weakness. Now all she had to do was exploit it…

Focusing carefully, she formed several glyphs, severing her ropes and wrapping around Raven’s wrists pulling her arms apart, leaving her top exposed and vulnerable.

...a vulnerability that she was perfectly willing to exploit, reaching forward and hooking her finger into the kimono top and tugging, smirking as the garment fell open, revealing the large, milky skinned tits capped with incredibly fat, pink, inverted nipples, a small slit where the nub should be.

Weiss chuckled inwardly, even as she inwardly seethed at the unfairness. Seeing the confused look, Weiss knew that she didn’t have long before the woman got her faculties back.

Reaching out, she curled her fingers before flicking the fat nubs that capped the unfairly large masses of fat before her. The result was instant, and dramatic.

“Aaaahhhhhooooohhhh~!!” Weiss grinned in an almost feral manner as the woman’s eyes bulged, a rosy blush formed on her cheeks and an outright slutty moan spilled from her lips as she shook from obviously unexpected pleasure. It seemed that Yang did take practically everything from her mother...which was perfect.

She flicked them again, making the woman moan again, shuddering in place as pleasure filled her. Weiss couldn’t help but giggle; the woman even made the same dumb faces Yang did when she did this to her!

Her laughter brought the woman out of her pleasure haze and the black haired woman, admittedly, attempted to glare at her (though to her eyes, it looked far more like a pout) and stuttered (like mother, like daughter, it seemed!) out a, “S-Stop this at o-once, girl, and muh-maybe I’ll l-let you o-off easy…”

Weiss gave an unladylike snort before flicking the fat buds again, watching the woman’s face screw up in pleasure as more pleasure rushed through her body.

Weiss found herself amused at the twisting faces full of pleasure that the woman was making as she starting flicking the fat nubs before her with purpose, watching her eyes roll up as well as her try and jerk her chest away, only making the fat mounds jiggle and sway with slutty purpose, though her nipples, already fat, had swollen more, practically begging to be flicked and toyed with.

The greatest thing though, in Weiss’s personal opinion, was the fact that the woman went from demanding to be let go, to begging. She was begging her to stop, her occasional words nearly lost in the gurgles of pleasure, the droplets of liquid that started pattering onto the ground telling her that the titslut was really getting off on this.

Weiss laughed softly as she began flicking the fat nubs up, down, side to side, together at once, and alternatively, seeing what would affect the slut the most.

Alternatively and one up and down and the other side to side seemed to be the best, since the slut before her was stuck in what seemed to be an almost permanent orgasm, caused from her nipples alone, a steady stream of drips falling to the ground between her legs, a heady scent of musk filling the air around them...and not just her slutty captives.

Weiss could feel that she herself was wet, her own panties sticking to her mound as she watched the cow-titted woman moan and shake, seeing those fat tits wobble and quiver, picking up speed and hearing the high pitched keen coming from the leader of the bandits, the steady dripping turning into a stream onto the floor of the tent beneath her.

With a final flick of her fingers against the fat, swollen, now dark pink nubs, Weiss figured she was finished for the moment, leaving the woman panting and dripping with sweat, her bare tits bouncing and jiggling before her.

Thinking that Yang’s mother had had enough, Weiss allowed the Glyphs holding her arms in place to vanish, leaving the woman standing shakily on her feet.

Weiss watched in amusement as the woman placed her hands on her hips, thrusting her chest out and putting a (wholly unearned) haughty look on her face. Truly the mother was the originator of the daughter’s quirks.

“I...I’ll…show you a...kindness...and forgive...forgive you...” she gasped for air, as though she hadn’t just been begging Weiss to stop what she was doing and squealing like a constantly cumming slut, “We...we’ll just pr...pretend...that this never happened…”

Weiss raised an eyebrow in amusement and leaned forwards a bit, puffing her cheeks full of air and then exhaling a quick huff of air, swift and sharp, against both nipples.

“HHHNNNNN~♥♥!!” Weiss watched in satisfaction as the woman arched, thrusting her tits out as her spine curved, a large squirt of fluid splashing onto the ground as the woman collapsed to her knees like a sack of bricks, shuddering and whimpering as her face was full of twisted, shameful pleasure.

Weiss licked her lips as she watched the supposedly powerful woman moan and shake like a needy slut desperate for any attention that she could get, realizing that she was probably had a fetish now, and wasn’t sure what she was going to do to soothe it now.

However, she watched the woman look up at her, her face wracked with pleasure, her chest heaving, bouncing, jiggling as she panted for air, her body quivering from the massive titgasm she had been given just moments ago.

Her clit twitched in her panties as she watched the woman heave for air, a near broken look in her eyes, her lips parting to only say one word, one singe word, proving to Weiss once and for all that mother and daughter were two sides of the same coin.