RWBY: Conqueror

Disclaimer: This story contains content of , language and sexual nature that isn’t inappropriate for minors. All characters depicted are at least 18 years of age.

P.S: This is Inspired by CYOA RWBY Real Waifus Bang You.

Have you ever got that feeling something strange is gonna happen today?

Well I can’t help but feel that way when I wince at the sheer brightness flooding down at me, straining to even open my eyes up. I raise my hands above my eyes, shielding them from the glaring light as I slowly adjust my now sensitive eyes, until I can begin making out the source of my pain.

‘This… isn’t my ceiling.’

Last I checked I didn't have any sort of white glowing ceiling, hell even the walls and floor are the same. Panic begins to settle within me as I realise I’m no longer in my own room anymore. Was I kidnapped? Who would even want to kidnap me!? Maybe my family is just playing some sort of prank?

Before I could swell any further into the horrifying reality of being kidnapped a blue holographic screen suddenly appeared in front of my face.

<<Hello Conqueror!>>

[Ready to Embark on a quest of conquering the World of RWBY?]

What… the… hell… I’m I looking at? First I find myself in a pure white area that stretches beyond the horizon, I’ve got an uncomfortable itch and now I’ve got a screen telling me some bullshit. Conquer? Rwby? Is some sort of joke? Cause I’m not laughing.

Letting out a tired breath of air, I rub my face in hopes of waking up from this. “What the hell is going on?” I utter helplessly.

[You have been chosen to Conquer the World of RWBY!]

I stare at the screen with confusion. “Is this some sort of joke?” I question.

[No joke!]

[You’ve been chosen to Conquer the World of RWBY!]

Ok… let’s assume the mysterious screen is being serious. But let’s get the facts across, I’ve got no idea how I would even conquer Remnant and why would I even want to? Honestly this is a waste of time, I just want to head back home.

“Can you send me back home?” I ask with a pleading tone bleeding through my voice.

[If you want to go home you’ll have to Conquer the World of RWBY!]

Conquer the world. Conquer the world! Conquer the fucking world! That’s all I’m hearing and it’s getting a bit frustrating! Why I’m I even having a bloody conversation with a floating screen with words? What have I done in life that’s led me to this moment!

Feeling drained, I rub the edges of my nose. “I don’t want to conquer anything, how would I even conquer Rwby!?” I demand the screen not understanding how it expects me to do such a task.

[With the power of conquering the women of Remnant of course!]

“What?”

[By fucking the women of Remnant using powers gifted to you by me!]

Ok… now I know this screen is just fucking with me.

‘Seriously!?’

Conquering a world by fucking women’s! And powers? What sort of powers would even help me with this sort of task! This is gotta be a dream. Is it even possible to be this aware in a dream though. Heck, I can feel actual chills across my skin! Whether this is a dream or not, I refuse to play whatever game this cursed screen wants.

Shaking my head, I spin around and start walking away. “I’m not doing that. Go find someone else to play your games.” I stated, before suddenly coming to a halt as the screen re-appeared back in front of my face.

[If you ever hope to see your family ever again, you will comply.]

‘Did it just fucking threaten me!?’

What the fuck! An uncomfortable shiver travels down my spin as I realise the situation just became slightly dangerous. The thought of never seeing my family again does clench my heart. As frustrating as it is, I’d have to do as it says.

Taking a cautious breath in, I carefully eye the screen. “How… would I go home.” I question.

[In order to go home, you’ll have to successfully lay a hundred women in the World of Remnant!]

A hundred women!? I can barely ask a single girl out and now I’m expected to fuck a hundred? I literally just turned eighteen and as much as I hate to admit it, I’m still a virgin. I’ll admit this whole idea does sound… exciting. Like a fantasy my horny younger self would’ve come up with.

“You mentioned powers? What sort of powers are we talking about here?” I questioned, wondering about the possibilities of what’s on the plate.

[By choosing certain characters from the show RWBY. You’ll earn special abilities that’ll aid you on your conquest.]

Guess it’d make sense that it would want me to be involved with the characters of the show. I remember watching it past volume 3, but became disinterested about it soon after. Now, I’m here being told to have sex with the cast of characters… how time flies.

My brows furrowed in confusion at a thought crossing my mind. “How will I even know what power each character will give me?” I inquired towards the screen.

[Put those worries away and read this helpful guideline!]

Out of nowhere a sheet of paper glides down from thin air and gently lands near my feet. Without questioning the logic behind it, I bend down and scoop up the paper into my hand. Why did it even give me paper? Couldn’t it have just been texted? Nothing makes sense anymore.

Flipping the paper over, I’m immediately greeted with a page full of information of what type of power certain characters from the show provides, along with some suggestive images of them. And damn… I’ll admit some of them are pretty darn hot. But I won’t be swayed by temptation that easily!

“Thanks, I guess.” I mumble out as I take a closer look at the description of each power.