The Darkness in the Light (Azecreth & PlatemailBikini)

Azecreth

Azecreth

Pulsar
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Ohio, America
Remnant. A land bestrode by darkness. Mankind clung to a tenacious existence, fighting for every inch that it could grab from the dark claws of the beasts of Grimm. Bastions of civilization shone on the four continents: Vale, Atlas, Vacuou, Mistral. Their walls were strong, and sturdy, and cities thrived beyond them as they carved out a trail through the darkness.

But not all could be contained by walls, by rules. Many dreamed of a better life, and were willing to take the risks to go beyond and try to blaze their own trail. They established their own settlements, and tried to create civilization in the wilderness. Some survived, many died. For without the protection of the military of the Kingdoms, settlements were woefully undefended against the hordes of Grimm that could come upon them. To hear of a mass slaughter was not uncommon, when there were even survivors to limp back with their tails between their legs. Yet a few managed to survive, and the reason for that was the Huntsmen. Not beholden to any one nation, they could be hired to defend settlements from Grimm attack, so long as one could meet the fee.

This was exactly the case when it came to the settlement of Amlaren. Situated in the foothills near the Kingdom of Vacuo, the warm climate was no deterrent to those who dwelt in the city. It had initially been set up by Dust prospectors, who had turned to mining various metals from the mountains themselves and shipping them back to the Kingdom for a tidy sum. This meant that they were able to foot the bill to have a couple of Huntsmen come out for security, especially when the last one had been seriously injured in a Grimm attack.

That was why Sara was here. Boots crunched on stone as she walked down the winding path from higher up the mountain back towards town. There had been a small incursion of Grimm, nothing too difficult to handle for her. Especially not with her partner Kemuri at her side. The two of them had gone to school together, and since they had proven to be a good team they had stuck together when they became full Huntresses. Her polearm rested on her shoulder, a comfortable weight amidst the sweat and the beating sun from above.

"See, that wasn't so bad," she remarked, the first stone buildings of the village coming into sight as they walked along. "I told you this job would be fine." There had been a debate over whether it was worth taking this job, given there were better paying options, but her good nature had won out in the end. If everything was this easy, then it wasn't a bad idea.

After a moment she glanced over, flashing Ri a grin. "So, got anything in mind now that we have some free time?" One never knew when another Grimm attack might come, but they probably had at least a bit of free time to take advantage of
 
Kemuri hummed thoughtfully, and stretched out her arms, thrusting her generous chest out as her back popped. "Well, after a fight like that, I was just going to visit that little massage parlor I mentioned earlier. Work out a few kinks, introduce the girls to some, you know, usual stuff. Then maybe hit the inn and drink a barrel of wine and shag whomever looks prettiest." Ri had somewhat of a one-track mind, and often spent her free time either lazying about, getting drunk, or getting laid. Add to that the slight tent in her pants that she'd had since one of the serving girls -a curvy, older woman with "bazongas this big, I swear" (followed by Ri outlining the supposedly gigantic breasts against her own)- had bent over a bit too close this morning and practically showed her chest into Ri's face. Something she normally condoned, provided one followed up on it.

As they entered the town, a few of the locals gathered round, praising the huntresses for fighting off the grimm. Ri basked in the attention, making a big show of retelling the story to a few that clung to her as she walked. "-And then I cut through the beowolf in one strike!" Her crowd "ooh"-d as she drew her daisho and swung them both upwards, mimicking her earlier attack. "But, another one had gotten into my blind spot", she whirled around, miming shock "And I didn't have time to block it's swipe!" The crowd gasped, one man asking "what happened", and she lept into the air, her body dissolving into black smoke, swirling around the delighted audience. She then re-formed, dropping down onto the ground, her swords now combined into a naginata, which she thrust into the ground like a spear. "That's what I did!" she exclaimed as she stood up, raising her hands into the air as the crowd cheered.

After her stories has run out, the crowd dispersed one by one, Ri putting on a bit of a show for the ladies, flexing her toned arms and shooting them flirty winks. As the last one left, she was standing in front of the Inn, and, coming down from her attention-induced euphoria, realized that she'd not at all kept track of Sara.
 
Sara nodded as Kemuri laid out her plans, most of which involved the two subjects that were nearest to her heart. Specifically, booze and girls. Well, no one could say that Ri wasn't predictable, and it was that nature of hers which made her such a good friend. They knew what the other liked, they respected each other, and in the end it let them work well as a team. How many people could say that?

They didn't have much longer to chat as the pair found themselves approached by a small crowd, eager to learn what had happened. With a small grin Sara made herself scarce, hovering nearby while allowing Ri to do all the talking. She seemed to enjoy that sort of thing, and she was really good at story telling too when it came to making everything look dramatic. She was doing a lot better at it than Sara would have anyway, so she didn't mind in the slightest.

Eventually the crowd began to slowly disperse, Ri having exhausted her current repertoire of stories related to earlier in the day. They had wound up in front of the inn in the process of their walking, and once the crowd had dispersed Sara approached her partner, wearing an approving look as a hand rested on her hip. "Very nice," she remarked with an approving nod. "You practically had them eating out of your hand there." It wasn't too hard to imagine that Kemuri might have gone into a job in entertainment, in another life. Maybe something to consider if the Huntress lifestyle got too dangerous, perhaps.

Having addressed that, she would turn to her goodbye. "Well, good luck to you tonight. I'm going to go and see if that merchant they were talking about showed up yet. Past that, I'll improvise a bit. See you in the morning, probably." With a wave she turned, heading towards the middle of town. She was sure Ri would enjoy herself, and she planned to do the same, once she had taken care of some business.
 
"Ah, there you are," Kemuri said as she spotted Sara approaching. "Well, have fun with that, and good night!" She waved her friend off, before heading into the inn to leave her gear. She always brought various gadgets and weaponry to jobs, like bombs and medical supplies and other useful tings, that she didn't need if she was just going to the spa. She took Yokare and Yugure with her though, never one to leave her precious blades behind.

After a brisk walk, she found herself at the spa, and was greeted by the owner, an older, stately woman. She wasted no time in securing time with one of the girls, the daughter of the owner in fact, and settled in on the table. She was completely nude, her back arching as her massive tits made it impossible to lie flat. She didn't mind however. It would only help her in her ultimate goal of seducing her caretaker into giving her a "happy ending". The young woman (Blanche, as Ri would later learn) took a double take as she saw the way the massive chest lifted her off the table, and wore a blush on her pretty face as she approached. Her service was deft, and much needed, and some flirty banter and some purposeful moans set the stage for when she was asked to flip over, and revealed her massive erection. Although clearly nervous, the young masseuse was eager to dig in, and began stroking the cock with the same skill she had used on her back. It was far from enough however, and Ri lasted far longer than the girl could have ever anticipated.

In the end, they were discovered by the mother, who had come to admonish her daughter for taking too long. A few well-chosen words of encouragement, and a cheeky request for the girl to learn how to do her job properly, and she had the mother tending to her too. The two took it in turns to stroke, lick, suck, and eventually, ride her absolutely massive cock, and when Ri finally came, shooting litres of cum onto their faces and exposed chests, painting their already pale skins even whiter, she left temporarily sated and with a wish for her to "please come again".

She never did learn the mother's name.

Like the trip to the spa, the rest of her evening was spent as planned, beating the local toughs at a drinking contest and stealing their women, all three of which spent the night in her bed, getting sixteen inches of faunus cock up their asses. To avoid pregnancy of course...

In the morning, she awoke in a pool of cold sweat and exhausted women, the best way to start a day. She picked the prettiest girl, a cute little blonde with fat tits, and left her one last load of cum on her belly, chest and face, before leaving them to wake up on their own. Once down in the tavern area, she sat down for breakfast, waiting for her friend to meet up.
 
Sara was waiting for Ri when she emerged from her room in the morning, her partner looking as confident as ever. There was no need to guess what she had gotten up to last night, even if she only had the vaguest idea of what her friend was like. That was partly the reason why she was here already, because she tended to wake up earlier.

For her part it had been a successful day. She'd bought some supplies from the merchant who had arrived, just as she had hoped he would. Nothing too essential, but some extra Dust, some food, things that made being here a lot easier. Besides that she had taken the time to sharpen her weapons, have a nice meal, and just kick back and relax. There was nothing like it after a good fight. Even if she wasn't relaxing in the same way that Ri was.

Though there had been one bit of unfortunate business, but she had been waiting to meet up with Ri so they could chat before addressing it. It did involve the both of them after all.

As Ri sat down at the table, Sarah strolled over and sat down next to her, placing an order for pancakes and sausages in addition to orange juice for her meal. She was dressed casually at the moment, and stifled a bit of a yawn as she faced her partner. "Good morning. You look like you had a good time," she noted with a small smirk on her face. The only thing she was curious about was the number, though she had no doubt that Ri would fill her in on all the details if she felt like it.

Once they had been given their drinks, she lifted her glass with a nod towards her partner. "To another day of living," she said before taking a sip. There were a lot worse places to be than here.
 
Ri yawned as a way of greeting her friend, using her hand to give her a casual wave that was immediately turned towards the waitress, ordering her own meal of bacon and eggs. She sunk back in her chair, spreading her legs wide and slinging her right arm over the back, never one concerned with proper behavior. "Good morning indeed." She gave a look about the room, noting the few glares she got from some of the locals, including one man who she had beaten last night. "I swear, every small town out here is the same," she said with a shake of her head, failing to hide a smug grin, "glares and jeers for the faunus. Then I take their wive and daughters and stuff them so full they can barely remember their own names." Ri considered it a form of vengeance on the humans, knowing she'd left a wake of faunus bastards behind her.

She lifted her glass in mirror of Sara, giving her a nod in return. "Aye. To another day." She took a swig of her water, setting the glass back down. "Now, you look like you've something to say." She paused a moment, then added, "Five, by the way. The masseuse, her mother, and three barflies stolen from their braggart boys." She raised her arm, adding a literal flex to her point.
 
Relaxing in her seat, Sara hadn't really needed the number that Ri provided. But she also knew that she was going to get it anyway, as inevitable as the sun rising, Well, not that she could blame Ri for it either. That confidence was what made her a worthwhile partner. And the fact that she could handle herself in a fight helped too. So she couldn't help but chuckle a bit at her flexing as if the outcome of such a contest had ever been in doubt.

She took another sip of her drink before answering. "Oh no, I don't. We've been together too long for me to have anything to say. But someone else does." She leaned over the table, speaking in an almost conspiratorial manner. "I was told that someone fairly noteworthy has been raising a fuss about what we've been doing." By 'us' it mostly meant Ri, for fairly obvious reasons. But Sara included herself as well, if only because they were a team. An attack on one was an attack on both of them. A grin came to her face, one that promised action and a bit off fun to boot. "I was thinking that maybe we should swing by and have a small chat, see what their grievances are and how best we can address them. If you're up for it."
 
Ri grinned. "What person would ever have a problem with us?" Her tone was light and mocking. "We who save the town from grimm and boredom in equal measure." She finished her meal rather quickly, wolfing down the food. "But sure, in the spirit of unity and friendship and all that jazz, we should definitely see what we can do to clear up this misunderstanding." Ri half suspected she knew the issue. Well, far more than half-knew, but the question was if her race factored in at all. In her experience, people took far greater offence to their women being fucked when it was a faunus doing them. She sort of hoped for the latter. It would give her an excuse to see what women in this person's life she could tame. She might do that anyway, but it always tasted sweeter when they were racists.

She waited for her friend to finish before rising. "In fact, my schedule is all clear. Let's go pay this guy a visit."
 
"I'm glad you agree," Sara replied with a grin. Somehow she was not surprised by her friend's reaction, and in turn she did her best to finish her food in a relatively swift manner. This was the sort of thing one couldn't leave festering for all too long. Otherwise it tended to inflate to an even bigger issue, and the next thing you knew you were being driven out of town on a rail. Best to avoid that if they could, while they had a good thing going.

She was soon done with her breakfast, giving a content sigh before nodding as Ri suggested they go right now. "Sure," she replied before rising from her seat. The waitress would be able to handle the leftover plates, she had no doubt. So for now she left the inn, guiding Ri along as they made their way towards the house of the person in question.

That ended up being one of the larger buildings in town, carved into a rock face and looking very ornate. Clearly the owner had quite a bit of money to spend, or was someone influential. Sara could only imagine what the inside looked like, given the effort put into the exterior of the multi storied building. "So, are we going to knock, or will you be using your patented 'knock down the door' strategy?" she asked as she glanced over at Ri. "If we're trying to be diplomatic I would suggest the former."
 
Ri scoffed at her friend's suggestion. "When have I ever strayed from the very picture of a graceful diplomat?" She then paused for a moment, holding up her hand, pointer finger extended. "Don't answer that, we don't have all day."

Ri tipped her head backwards, looking up at the facade rising above the pair. "Fancy place anyway, shame to ruin it." While she may give of the image of a thuggish sex-fiend, she would more describe herself as a hedonist with high confidence, and the key part of being a hedonist is appreciating the finer things in life. It didn't much matter if they were curvy girls with vaccums for mouths, or a luxurious architectural feat, she appreciated them all the same.

Well, not all the same. A building can't suck her off. Still, the point was that it looked very nice and she was the kind of woman to appreciate that.

She shrugged and knocked on the door, stepping back to await a response.
 
Sara rolled her eyes, just in time for Ri to amend her statement in order to prevent a snappy comeback. Not that it would stop her partner from trying. "Good cause I was about to ask whether those rumors about that shapeshifting Grimm were true, and what you'd done with the real Ri." It was one of those things people liked to tell ghost stories about, but no one had actually seen in a manner that could be confirmed.

For now, having appreciated the exterior of the building, Ri knocked on the door. They had to wait for about a minute, before some muffled words reached them. Sara drummed her fingers across her hip as she waited, though she was confident that this was more annoying for her partner than for her.

Luckily for all those involved, the door swung open before Ri got bored enough to just knock it down anyway, in spite of what she had said. A heavy sound of a lock being undone preceded it, before it swung open to reveal a young blond haired woman in a maid's outfit. She eyed the two Huntresses in a coldly professional manner before speaking. "Good morning. What business brings you here?" she asked, her tone and posture making it clear that she didn't want to have her time wasted.

"We're here to speak to your boss," Sara explained before glancing over at Ri. Somehow she expected that her friend would have a bit to add to that, given who the messenger was.
 
Ri smirked as she saw the maid. Now that could suck her off. She wore one of those classical maid uniforms too, the ones with the rigid skirt. Those were among her favorite garments. Just bend your paramour over and go to town, no fiddling with zippers of holding the hem up. This one looked like a challenge too, with that cold demeanor. Ooh, given the chance, she'd make her melt.

Realizing Sara was looking to her, she snapped out of her daydreaming. She looked from Sara, to the maid, and back again. Shit, that was her leaving her room for a pick-up line. On the spot, her mind kept drifting to ones she'd said last night, but she doubt they would work on a professional instead of a bundle of drunk girls with shitty boyfriends.

"And perhaps you, if you're free later." She winked, adopting a more prominent posture.

Not her best work, but too late for regrets now. She could still wing this! Later! Now was the time for business.
 
Sara managed to hold back any sort of reaction to Ri's pick up line, since it was one of the weaker ones she had come up with. Maybe the heat was getting to her or something. She was normally much more on the ball when it came to flirting with the ladies.

Her attempt seemingly fell on deaf ears, the maid huffing and turning up her head at Ri in clear refusal. It seemed she would need to be worn down after all. Yet a few moments later she opened the door, stepping back and allowing them to enter the stone structure. "The Master is in the garden. Follow me please." Giving them one last, hard look, she turned and began walking away.

Sara was quick to follow as they moved, admiring the tasteful decorations along the way. There were a few sculptures, stone work, murals on the walls, metal chandeliers, and the like. She had been worried about it at first, but it even seemed like the stone kept this place cool in temperature rather than overheating.. The money spent on it had definitely paid off.

Falling back a couple steps, she glanced over at Ri with a grin. Of course she had no doubts that Ri would be watching the swaying rear of the maid, to the detriment of anything else. "Still a bit tired?" she asked, needling on the performance earlier. "It's fine, I'm willing to take her off your hands if you'd rather have a nap."
 
Kemuri bristled at the teasing, ears going flat against her head. "Hey, fuck you. One time I try to be professional for you, and this happens." Her features softened, and she smirked. "Guess that teaches me not to make that mistake ever again." She walked in silence for a bit, clearly enjoying the view. Then, she shrugged. "Besides, I can fix this. Real haughty chicks always bend in the end. Just give them some tension to play off, and they loosen up sooner or later."
 
"Sure, sure," Sara replied with a shrug as Ri assured her that this was a situation that was easily fixed. It probably was, given her skill with the ladies. The real question was how long that would take to happen, and how much effort she was willing to devote to it. Knowing Ri, it could be quite a lot. In turn she flashed her friend a wink. "Just save at least a few of the ladies for me, alright? I'm gonna start feeling lonely over here."

If the maid in question heard what they were saying, she did a good job of pointedly ignoring all of it. If the challenge was half of the fun, Ri was going to have that in spades.

But they arrived at their destination at last, entering a large room with a high vaulted ceiling. Stone pathways wound between green shrubbery and tall trees, while pools of water trickled down from waterfalls and burst out of fountains. It was a flagrant display of wealth when one considered the environment that they were in. Water was not the sort of thing that was cheap here.

Nearing the center of the garden, the maid would bow respectfully. "Sir, the two Huntresses are here," she announced, before stepping off to the side to observe the proceedings. Which meant less of a chance to ogle her backside, but that was just a sacrifice they would have to make for now.

The figure she had spoken to turned from the tree he had been examining, a small set of clippers in one hand as he grinned. He was on the heavier side, and he wore something closer to a gardeners outfit than fancy clothes, at least right now. There was no doubt that he had plenty of those, if everything else was any indication. "Ah, welcome, welcome. My name is Stanton. What can I do for our brave defenders today?"
 
"Worst comes to worst, we could always just share... Might take the both of us to handle this one actually." Ri chuckled, stretching her shoulders.

Ri gave a low whistle as they emerged into the garden. Now this was her kind of place. Maybe an open sky, some more waterways, and she'd definitely call this paradise. All that was missing was a few babes in tiny bikinis handing out food and drinks, and she'd be set for life. At least until she got bored of it. She gave the maid a nod and a smile, mouthing 'thank you' as she stepped aside. Courtesy was important after all, and a lady like that needed to be treated a certain way.

She observed the man. He seemed harmful enough, and she liked a man who appreciated nature. He also seemed to lack that almost instinctive twitch and look she often got for racists, so that was a good start. A beat passed after he spoke, and she looked to Sara, before taking the opportunity to speak.

"Hello Stanton." She put a hand on her hip, giving him a smile. "I'm Kemuri, Ri for short, and this is my friend Sara. We've heard some things about you, and figured we should have a talk." She left the rest of the talking to Sara, who actually knew what kind of 'fuss' he'd been raising.
 
Placing clippers on a nearby table, Stanton relaxed from his work as Ri introduced the two Huntresses. He seemed to respond well to how he was addressed at least, appreciative of the respect that they gave his status in the community. Though how long that would last was anyones guess, as Sara well knew. She already had some mental bets in her head.

"That's good to hear. I'm always in favor of having these sorts of matters resolved quickly and fairly privately. Prevent discord and anger from spreading, I'm sure you understand," Stanton replied with a warm look. Sara did her best to keep the same way, waiting for him to get to the point already. She had a fairly good idea of what it was, but Ri didn't after all.

Stanton was quick to nod, though he did take a sip of some lemonade that had also been on the table before going on. "As for why I wanted to talk, it's fairly simple. I've heard of your non-combat exploits in town, and it has me concerned. Not simply for the example that it sets, but what it could do to the morality of the town. I appreciate your willingness to defend us from the Grimm, but I fear for the example that it's setting for our youth."
 
As Stanton made his case, Ri's face fell slowly into a slight frown. Of course...

"Stanton, you seem like a reasonable man. Hell, in some places, men with your position and power wouldn't even speak to me, and some have rallied mobs against me. But you seem reasonable, so I'm going to be straight to the point with you, and I apologize if this seems crass."

She speaks animatedly, with many gestures and motions with her hands. Afterwards, she looks to Stanton, giving him an opportunity to react before continuing regardless of what that reaction is.

"I can't help it if women want to fuck me."

She leaves the statement hanging for a moment.

"Now, I understand your concerns, I don't agree with them, but I understand them. Two good-looking women roll into town and sleep with all your women, then leave. Now all your women have expectations you can't meet." She turns to Sara. "Sorry if I'm kind of going off here, but I've been thinking about this for a while now." She turns back to Stanton. "I know that I can be a bit of a flirt, but everyone I have been with?" She gestures around her, implying a group of people. "Have wanted to be with me. All of them."

Finally she sighs, her ear flicking in annoyance. "So, what exactly is the problem?"
 
An eyebrow rose on Stanton's part as Ri explained her dilemma. Needless to say, that was the sort of claim that he wasn't buying. She might be a Huntress, but that was a fairly large ego even for someone like her. And certainly not an excuse he would accept.

Meanwhile, Sara shrugged as Ri glanced back at her. "Huh," she muttered, giving a small shrug in turn. "That's more introspective than you usually are." Not that that was really saying much given the subject of her introspection, but she was somewhat impressed nonetheless.

After a moment though, her surprise was placed with an amused smirk. "At this rate people might start thinking you're the smart one of the group, you know."

"Of course, as long as there is consent I see no reason that you should not be able to live to your own wishes," Stanton replied, cutting in as he addressed the main thrust of Ri's finishing query. "What I am concerned about is the example it sets for the younger generation. Many look up to and aspire to be Huntsmen, and seeing the two of you acting in such a flagrant manner could bring about a certain moral.....degradation, shall we say? The standards of our society should be maintained after all."

Huffing in spite of his congenial smile, Sara's arms folded over her chest as her foot lightly tapped on stone. "So what, you want us to be a bit more discreet?" If so, that was a losing proposition. Ri was never discreet, especially when it came to her conquests.

The question was met with a curt nod. "Precisely," Stanton assured them. "If you are willing to heed my request, I would be willing to assist in ensuring your needs are met. You are our noble protectors after all."
 
(Sorry for the extreme delay)

Ri simply shrugged back at Sara. "I have my moments."

One of her large vulpine ears flicked as Stanton finished and she hummed thoughtfully. "And what kind of assistance are we talking about here?" Ri liked the sound of his deal, she enjoyed a little bit of wheeling and dealing with the upper class (assuming she got the better deal, of course), but she had some worries. "Because that is a very broad term with lots of different meanings. Some of which are better than others."

The last thing she needed was to find out this guy was gonna pressure girls into something they didn't want. Call it egotistical, Ri was very proud of her ability to not just acquire lovers, but keep them coming back too. She neither wanted or needed some human to intercede on her behalf.

Also, her veteran sense of danger (which she called her "faunus senses") told her there was a non-zero percent chance this guy meant setting them up with sex slaves. She'd seen it before, idyllic little rural towns with a seedy underbelly. Or rather, a seedy top, since it was almost always the leaders. And slaves meant faunus slaves. That she couldn't allow.

Still, she thought, let him explain himself before you get ahead of yourself.
 
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