Yang Xiao-Long waking up

Yang Xiao-Long suddenly woke with a start by sitting upright in her bunk bed, her golden hair cascading across her face in an egregious state of bed hair. She had the most bizarre dream that she was granted ownership of the entire planet and anything she wished or thought would come to pass. It was the most unbelievable of dreams and clearly a sign that she shouldn’t eat right before bed. Although, even though she had just woken up, she couldn’t shake the thought that she was still the world owner. If that were the case than her hair would look as if she had just gotten out of the shower and blow-dried it.

Suddenly, Yang noticed that her golden shower of hair over her face was completely gone. She reached around and felt as if she had taken a shower an hour ago. Which she hadn’t.

Panic sank in as she started to believe that she was this being with power over everything with nobody to stop her. It was unsettling to say the least to Yang and she wished she would calm down. Her panic quickly subsided and she felt calm again as if she had woken up from a nice nap in a spa. She knew she had to have used her powers on herself to do that, but she was still on the fence.

To distract herself, she looked over to her teammates who had woken up before her and were doing their own things. Blake was nowhere to be seen and judging by the shower in the bathroom she was showering. Ruby was busy reading a weaponry magazine to notice her sister waking up and Weiss was in the middle of stretches or yoga, Yang didn’t really care because she looked ridiculous in the middle of the room.

Yang thought a simple test would be needed in order to confirm that she was indeed this World Owner. She looked around the room before her eyes settled on Weiss still in the middle of her exercise. A smirk formed on Yang’s face.

Weiss brought herself out of her normal routine of physical dexterity before talking to herself. “Now for some vocal exercises.” She took a deep breath before shouting at the top of her lungs. “I AM A TOTAL BITCH! I’M A DUMB SLUTTY HEIRESS WHO LIKES TO **** ON FAUNUS DICK WHEREVER I CAN GET IT! I JERK GUYS OFF BEHIND THE ACADEMY AND RUB THEIR SEMEN INTO MY TEENY WEENY TITTIES! PLEASE SPANK THIS WORTHLESS COW!” Weiss finished and coughed into her hand before going back to her bunk to read on her tablet.

Yang barely could contain her laughter from how hilarious at what she made Weiss do. And from the distracted Ruby still reading her mag, she was the only one who thought it out of character.

Looking at Ruby another idea came to mind and she decided to go for it.

“Hey Rubes.” Yang asked and Ruby looked up at Yang with an innocent smile.

“Yeah Yang?”

“How often do you masturbate?” Ruby having no problem with what Yang asked answered her truthfully.

“Oh, well, about once a week when your all asleep really. I don’t think about it.”

“Do you jill off to me?” Yang asked again.

“Well yeah. You’re the only person I’m attracted to. I want to be dominated by you all the time. I want to bow at your feet. I want to suck your puffy nipples. I want to…” Ruby kept going on and on about what degrading and sexual acts she wanted to do with Yang while Yang herself thought more about herself.

While dating plenty of guys, she was more interested in girls. She adored the female form and all the curves and appeal that came along with it. She was also, secretly, into very weird shit. The kinda stuff that normal people wouldn’t be into. With this new power she could make her wildest wet dreams come true.

“Hey Rubes?” Ruby stopped listing off all the ways she would be used by Yang and looked back up at her big sister.

“Yeah Yang.”

“Stop talking and go back to reading your mag.”

“Okay.” Ruby responded happily enough at her sisters rude command and went back to reading her Sister **** Weekly, a magazine she has been subscribed to for a few weeks. At least now she is.

With a simple thought Yang looked over to the bathroom waiting. The sound of the shower turned off as the head of Blake popped out of the doorframe.

“Yang come on.” Blake said in obvious announce. Yang decided to ask, even though she already knew the answer.

“What for Kitty-Cat?” Blake flinched at the name before staring daggers at Yang.

“I hate it when you use that nickname.” She huffed in annoyance. “And you need to help me take my kitty bath. So move in here and help me rub soap into my breasts.”

Oh, this would certainly be fun for Yang.