RWBY - All of Team RWBY - Knocked up in class in five minutes

[All characters in this story are 18 years or older.]

By the time you have your eyes square on Team RWBY in the row in front of you in the middle of class, you know your Semblance inside and out.

Really, the fact it works the way it does is absurd, somehow contradictory to the nature of how Semblances should be.

Essentially, once activated and until your Aura depletes (which takes about five minutes), your Semblance makes your "impact" go unnoticed - and it's not flexible. People don't seem to see you, hear you, or react to your physical presence, no matter what you or they do. All that's left afterwards is whatever you were repsonsible for in those five minutes, which everyone takes for granted.

It's a hell of a drain - especially because you can't turn it off before you run out, and your Aura takes a few hours to recharge - but, hey, maybe it sounds reasonable, right? Balanced?

No, the absurd part is that a few seconds after a certain trigger, you reset back in time to when you activated, back in full shape, ready to go again. And it's not as if what you did before doesn't matter, either. No, when your Aura finally exhausts and your Semblance turns off, your consequences in every timeline "merge" together.

Overpowered? Perhaps, but the absurd part is the trigger. What allows your Semblance to daisy-chain free rein after free rein is... cumming.

(Yes, you've done this in combat. Cumming on your clueless classmates while they're behind cover or discussing plans is some kind of rush. You've left training scenarios with scales quietly tipped in your favor and jizzstains on a dozen girls' buxom shirts.)

So of course, what to do with this but spray your seed over and over without anyone noticing? You certainly plan to do it now as you activate your Semblance. Funtime.

The teacher gives two short taps against a diagram on the board. "The region's relation to the Dust industry..." Funtime as long as you tune out the lecture, that is.

Hopping over your desk, you knock clumsily against the head of the black-haired youngster in front of you - team leader Ruby Rose, you know that, and just barely legal thanks to skipping two years, you also know that. Landing on the table in front of her, she stares straight through your torso like you're not even there, and you didn't just mess her hair up by leapfrogging over her. She's just bored, stuck in class.

God, what an adorable pout on that face. You almost want to blow your load inside it, leave her nonchalantly **** on your sticky load clinging to every breath she makes, but no. You have a more efficient plan of action today, and it involves turning your sights downward.

For your first act, you hoist up the R of RWBY deftly by the arms, and spin her around so you're holding her from behind. Then you sit down on the seat she's been warming for you, and the ass that's been warming it sits straight on top of your crotch. She stays dutifully unresisting throughout all this - class is deep into a boring lecture, and it's not ending any time soon, so you're in no danger of scrambling after her while she obliviously leaves. Neither does her blondie sister next to her do anything, say anything, or notice anything, which is good, because she'd probably lay your ass low in a second flat. No, Ruby Rose is going to be rested over your dick for the next few minutes, there's nothing anyone can do about it, and you plan to treat her for that luxury.

Grabbing under her frilly combat skirt and digging into her leggings, you tear a hole wide open, then feel her panties and hook those aside too. After a quick finger or two to explore her shapely budding Huntress' pussy, you free your own firm cock from the fly of your pants, and seat the almost nodding-off redhead straight on top of it.

She only just about bottoms out, sliding onto your cock with some resistance at the final inch, your head bumping straight into her womb's entrance. Fuck, she's tight.

And so's your schedule. You bounce her up and down on your lap, using her much like a fleshlight to jerk yourself off - complete with soft cervical kiss on every thrust - except after indulging as much as you can in the plapping of her soft stockinged derriere against yours and the soft squeeze and squelch of her hot walls, there's very real consequences to the load you're about to spray deep into her toylike cunt.

Soon, with a final grunt, you do exactly that, giving her every drop of the semen you've been saving up in order to guarantee that if it goes into any womb, that womb is bearing your baby. Congrats, Little Red - you just got filled up.

Bathing in the afterglow while Ruby still boredly taps her hands on the desk, unwitting to her impalement on your meat or the injection of genes you've just given her barely-legal ovulating body, you feel your Semblance kick in.

And you're back. There's Ruby in front of you, as unmolested as she normally would be, no signs of ruffled hair or suspicious pearly liquid oozing from her squarely seated butt - not that you see from your view down the back of her chair, anyway.

Tentatively impregnated R aside, it's time for the W. Weiss Schnee, heiress and stuck-up rich kid, is sat two seats over from Ruby on Yang's other side, diligently transcribing every word the lecturer speaks. You watch her write - "The region's relation to the Dust industry..." in smooth, flowing hand, then you make your way down to her and swat her book aside, her pen scrawling over thin air now.

She kind of pisses you off. Think she's too good for this, huh?

Well, you give her all the disrespect she's asking for. Ruby got the nice close hug from behind, but Weiss you roughly lay out over the row's table, head hanging off the front, her torso and legs off the back, a perfect height for where you stand in her vacated seat.

Without further ado, Weiss's panties go down to her feet, you grab her by the legs - she's got legs for sure, you'll give her that - and you invite yourself into her naked heiress pussy, her cunt altogether waving your intruder of a dick in as you look forward to blowing your load once again inside the next girl on your four-course set meal.

The honors student's unrepentant cunt is little more than a toy to unload your jizz, although she almost seems oddly cold - no one can be good at everything, and her failing grade is apparently in being a cockwarmer. Disgustedly, you slam the Schnee daughter's hole, and she slides back and forth on the table with the intensity, legs dangling back and forth spread wide apart in the image of shamefulness as she continues to airwrite.

How mortified she'd be to know a stranger in her class took the liberty of using her unprotected vagina without her knowledge, you think, the image of her shock at her degradation in your head tipping you over the edge, sending your second virile round into the second belly of the team in the springtime of their Academy youth.

Pulling out and panting, you drop her legs, picturing the combat Huntresses having to dart around the forests and ruins fighting Grimm with swollen wombs, burdened down - or perhaps not? - by the weight of your baby in each and every one of them.

You savor the image as your Semblance trips for the second time.

Blake, now. "The region's relation to the Dust industry..." Yeah, yeah, you've heard it all before.

The tall black-haired beauty is sat quietly on Weiss's other side - you didn't even notice her with how reticent she makes herself.

Well, no matter, she can join in the fun now. You clamber along the tables to your next mark, deciding to treat this one a little more gently in return.

Hopping down in front of Blake, whose amber eyes are fixed attentively on class, you quickly set to work undoing her belt and sliding down her pants, revealing... no underwear at all - did she forget today? Either way, you're not complaining as you politely poke your tip into her pussy, stroking your cock just barely submerged inside her intimate parts.

Surely the greatest mark of respect you can give a sexually unwitting Huntress is just to violate her entrance after all, right? Ruby and Weiss might've gotten their full lengths requisitioned by your time-resetting surprise sex spree, but you won't rough up Blake's womb one bit - you'll just use her as a cum receptacle.

Grabbing her breasts and tweaking her nipples, you turn your unresisted molestation of her into your fap fuel, your shallowest penetration into her folds adding that kiss of absurd pleasure. Cum receptacle - you like the ring of that for her. Far more reserved and unintrusive than cum dumpster, being a cum receptacle, a catcher for spare wads of semen, sounds perfect for the meek Belladonna of Team RWBY.

With that, you arrive over the edge, the load you blow from your tip shooting straight up her pussy, painting each and every curve of her unviolated flesh with your dick juice. You suppose this gives her the least chance of being knocked up out of the four, but with the amount you've saved up, you still don't fancy her odds of being the only one to escape a clueless pregnancy as your Semblance takes you back one more time...

Finally, Blondie.

Ignoring Ruby, Weiss and Blake - who aren't knocked up here yet, but will be once your final five minutes elapse and lock in their fates - you immediately leap over for the row in front, and grab the robust Yang firmly around the waist, picking her up like a sunny, buxom parcel under your arm. The thrill of wrapping up this quartet surges through you as you jump down past the rest of the rows of people and arrive at the front of the classroom where the lecturer stands. Everyone's attentions - well, everyone save Little Red - are on the teacher, and not on you or your final target, but the gazes turned your way excite you nevertheless. You're in full view.

Wait, is Yang asleep? Was she napping in class? Maybe she's even worse than her little sister is, although you can sympathize with how boring the subject has been. Oh well, that won't stop you correcting both of them with some **** breeding!

The fiery blonde remains firmly knocked out, snoring away as you sprawl her out on the floor in front of the pacing professor and tear a fine hole in her black skintight shorts, the athletic material snapping back in place as you pull a finger away to leave only the tiniest hole.

Fair enough - that's all you need to access her, and you'd like to think you're polite enough to grant her the modesty of only giving the tiniest pussy peek to everyone around! As you lie down on top of her and push your dick against her crotch, the pleasure of using her ample breasts as a pillow almost threatens to send you away to daydream-land yourself. Quickly, though, her spandex gives and envelops your cock as you plunge deep into her unwaking cunt, the sight of it almost as though you're fucking her straight through her clothes.

While Yang remains happily asleep, her pussy seems to revel in being violated, her walls twitching and slicking in pleasure. You can't say you're surprised to discover she's a slut on the cellular level, but you still have to wonder if she's taken loads inside her before. With how much her walls wrap around you and pulse in time, her womb almost seeming to reach down to kiss your cock and cling to it, it seems at the very least that her biological imperative is cock first.

You'll give her the breeding she so badly wants, then. As Yang slumbers and her pussy unconsciously milks you, you piston harder and harder, burying yourself in her tits and kissing her sloppy, shameless face, leaving your saliva all over her, slowly transforming her into an exhibit to the class on the many ways you can get away with sexually harassing any Huntress you like.

Crescendoing, you greedily explore her wide-open mouth as your final wave of specially-prepared sperm shoots deep inside her, her womb now practically enveloping your tip as it latches on, sucking and ensuring an airtight seal so that not a single drop of your precious jizz makes it anywhere outside of her chamber.

Your Semblance carries you out of this loop as you're still buried hilt-deep in her, your cock plugging Yang's surprisingly female instinct-driven uterus slathered in your genetic material, her egg without a doubt happy to be doomed to be fertilized in its blonde mistress's sleep.

And that brings you back to the start for the last time. "The region's relation to the Dust industry..."

Humming to yourself contentedly in the middle of class while the teacher blathers on - for the first time to everyone else, but the fifth time to you - you wait while the five minutes before your Aura depletes tick down, the fresh students of Team RWBY having no idea the boy behind them has burdened them all with the responsibility of unwanted pregnancies, no clue as to the growing weight that stands as proof of your secret violation of their bodies.

Once again, your mind turns to the vision of the four proudly fighting as a team, flying about elegantly in sync with their swollen bumps, dispatching waves of Grimm without a second thought as to all the periods they've missed. You love your power, no kidding, and you're glad you finally gave the misfit team each a knocking up to call their own - Ruby's tight, petite, freshly-graduated baby chamber, Weiss's impetuous and second-grade fuckhole, Blake the innocently used, fully respected living cum receptacle whose pussy was there purely to channel sperm upwards rather than be graced with cock itself, and Yang's cumdump womb that practically had a jizz-hungry mind of its own.

Before long, you feel the last of your Aura go and all the realities you've cycled through click together into one unified product - your cumulative impact on the world in the last five minutes now visible with Ruby's spoilt hair, Weiss laid out on the table blocking Ruby's view with her book nowhere to be seen, Blake's pants lying around her shoes rendering her bare legs and naked pussy in full view, and Yang ssuddenly lying on the floor in front of the classroom seating, dishevelled and still happily asleep, not a drop of cum to be seen oozing from her crotch.

You look forward to seeing them swell up without a clue over the coming months, and now that your seeding of them is complete, you turn your thoughts to what fun you should have next...