Gazing into the Rabbit Hole (RWBY)

Theme: Voyeurism, Masturbation, Domination, slight Femdom

Summary: Coco Adel wasn’t one to miss a beat. She’d heard all about what went down with her Bunbun in the cafeteria, among other things, and there was no way she’d let that slide. Her teammate needed her, and Coco wasn’t about to let some jerks get away with it. But first, she needed to know where she was going every night.

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The moonlight filtered through the towering windows of Beacon Academy, casting long shadows across the deserted hallways. Coco Adel, leader of Team CFVY, padded silently through the corridor, her bare feet barely making a sound on the cold marble floor. She was acutely aware of how out of place she looked, and felt, as she walked in her designer pajamas instead of her usual fashionable combat attire or uniform.

The chill of the night air raised goosebumps on her exposed arms, but Coco did her best to ignore that slight discomfort as her eyes scanned every corner for any sign of movement. But it wasn’t the silent darkness or the cold that bothered her; what truly unsettled her was the growing pit in her stomach, a mixture of worry for her dear friend Velvet and growing anger at herself for not noticing sooner.

As she moved, Coco couldn’t help but reflect on the risk she was taking. Breaking curfew was a serious offense, one that Glynda Goodwitch would not take lightly. But the image of Velvet’s drooping ears and increasingly withdrawn demeanor steeled her resolve.

Coco had always prided herself on being in the know, on always being up to date with the latest gossip and dramas occurring in the academy. It was part of what made her an effective leader—anticipating trends, managing reputations, staying ahead of potential conflicts. But this... this had blindsided her completely.

The whispers had started innocuously enough. At first, they were just another gossip of her faunus teammate that Coco was very used to and learned to ignore. But as the rumors about Velvet persisted, growing darker and a little too specific, Coco found herself unable to dismiss them anymore.

Now, as she crept through the hallways, her mind replayed every interaction with Velvet over the past few weeks, searching for clues she might have missed. The bags under Velvet’s eyes, or the way she’d jump at the sudden noises, her ears twitching nervously. The increasing frequency of her absences, each one explained away with a smile that never quite reached her eyes.

Coco’s hand clenched into a fist, her perfectly filed nails digging into her palm. How could she have been so blind? She was supposed to be the leader, the one who looked out for her team. Instead, she’d been too caught up in her own world and failed to notice one of her closest friends suffering right under her nose.

A sudden sound, more like a thud, snapped her out of her thoughts. And she pressed herself against the wall, close to the corner. She slowly peered around the corner, only to find nothing on the other side but an empty hallway and closed doors.

The sudden noise yielded nothing, much to Coco’s frustration. Her brow furrowed beneath her usually bangs, now disheveled. She had hoped that the sound would provide her with a clue, a better lead to where Velvet had sneaked off to. Tracking her friend was proving to be increasingly difficult, and she had to begrudgingly admit that her BunBun was really good at covering her tracks, whether intentional or not.

Coco found herself relying more on intuition than concrete evidence, moving in a general direction and hoping for the best. It wasn’t her usual style—she preferred solid intel and clear objectives—but tonight; she had to work with what she had. The strange noise, as fleeting as it was, remained her only lead. After a short deliberation, she chose to follow it.

She practically tiptoed towards the doors, her bare feet barely making contact with the cold floor. As she drew closer, a sudden flash of light from the gap under the left door made her freeze mid-step.

It was gone in an instant, so briefly she might have imagined it. But Coco trusted her instincts, honed through countless battles and social encounters. Someone was definitely inside that room. And her mind raced, piecing together the possibilities and explanations.

Could this be where her friend had disappeared to? Or was she about to stumble upon something—or someone—else entirely?

She was too deep into this to back out now.

Pushing aside her doubts, Coco resumed her careful approach until she stood directly in front of the door. Her eyes, adjusting to the dim light, made out a small bronze plaque. ‘Janitor’s Closet,’ it read. An odd place for clandestine meetings, but then again, that might be precisely why it was chosen.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Coco slowly leaned in, pressing her ear against the cool wood of the door. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of her own controlled breathing. 

Until…

“Haaah…”

The muffled sound made her frown deepen. It definitely came from a voice, but too distorted to make out any distinguishing features. Male or female? Talking or screaming?

Should she burst in? She might have found her friend and the culprits. Or should she wait, gathering more information, as she didn’t know if the one behind that door was actually her dear friend.

But when she thought of Velvet—sweet, kind Velvet, with her brilliant mind and gentle soul. Velvet, who’d been withdrawing more and more, her bright eyes dimming day by day. If there was even a chance that this could solve all those problems, then Coco would gladly take the risk of getting into deep trouble.

*Thud*

That was definitely the same noise from moments ago. It was the confirmation she needed, the final push to transform her concern into action. Because this was no coincidence; something was definitely amiss behind this door.

With a deep breath, Coco steeled herself for whatever she might find. Her fingers wrapped around the cool metal of the door handle, surprised to find it unlocked.

She eased the door open. And much to her relief and luck, the hinges didn’t creak.

And she finally peered through the new narrow gap.

Only to freeze on the spot as she finally found her friend.

Her very naked Velvet Savagely bouncing on top of an equally naked Carding fucking Winchester.

Her jaw practically dropped to the floor as her eyes widened at the sight before her, her brain struggling to process what she was seeing if not outright refusing the sigh. But her eyes roamed over every inch of her friend’s naked form, taking in every detail thanks to the faint light coming from the small window above them.

Velvet’s toned muscles glistening with sweat.

Her large, perky breasts heaving with every ragged breath.

Her shapely ass rippled with every loud, fleshy bounce.

How her long rabbit ears bounced erratically.

Coco couldn’t tear her eyes away, taking away her voice to utter a sound

This wasn’t her first time seeing Velvet in all her naked glory, but the circumstances were so vastly different that it was a shock to her system. They’ve showered together before, and had a few girl talk sessions. But this was a completely different level of intimacy. This was raw, unadulterated sex.

She continued to stare, watching every motion as her friend rode the man like her life depended on it. Every movement, from the way Velvet’s hips rolled, the way her hands gripped onto Cardin’s shoulders, the way her head tilted back, was utterly hypnotizing. Coco felt her cheeks flush as her mind began to imagine herself in that position, and it only made the heat in her loins grow hotter.

Coco swallowed, trying to wet her dry throat, her mouth hanging agape. The two in front of her were so focused on their act, they didn’t realize they were being watched. She was glad for it, not only because she would die of embarrassment if she was caught, but also because she couldn’t even move if she wanted as if something nailed her on the floor.

She was so absorbed in the sight in front of her she didn’t even notice her hands slowly moving up and down her own body. Her palms ran over her soft skin, fingers dancing across her exposed flesh.

Before she even realized what was happening, she was gently massaging her breasts through her camisole, feeling her nipples harden under her touch. A low moan escaped her lips, and she quickly covered her mouth with her free hand.

Finally realizing how much her chest hurt by her heart pounding against it or how much her body was burning.

But if that wasn’t enough, she soon noticed that Velvet actually had a leash, but she wasn’t the one leashed. It was Cardin who had a leash around his neck, and her friend had a strong grip on it, as she pulled that leash and forced Cardin to sit up, forcing his face between her tits.

“Hihihi, good boy...” she cooed at him as she continued to bounce up and down on his cock. “You can taste them now”

The tone, the way she held that leash, and the words she said. It wasn’t the Velvet she knew. The one in front of her was someone else entirely, and yet Coco couldn’t bring herself to stop watching. This was a side of her friend she had never seen before, and she was utterly mesmerized.

“Come on, I’m waiting!” Velvet taunted him.

Coco’s eyes were glued to the scene, as her hand trailed lower, her fingers slipping past her waistband and into her panties. She shivered as her fingertips brushed against her slit, already slick with arousal.

Her gaze was fixed on the duo in front of her, not even daring to blink, not wanting to miss a single second, not even noticing that she was opening the door a little more. And her breath hitched in her throat as Cardin’s tongue shot out, licking and sucking at her friend’s nipples.

“Mmmmm, good boy...” Velvet moaned, her pace increasing.

Coco bit her lower lip, suppressing her own moans as she watched her friend’s tits bounce. Her fingers moved on instinct, rubbing circles around her clit, while the other hand pinched her nipple.

She couldn’t believe how turned on she was, watching her friend get fucked. And yet here she was, her fingers buried in her cunt, and fondling her breast.

Velvet continued her motions, her hips rolling in time with Cardin’s thrusts, her body trembling with pleasure. But then, much to Coco’s surprise, her friend’s movements suddenly stopped.

She pulled Cardin’s head up and locked lips with him. And she began to ride him even faster, slamming herself onto his cock, her ass slapping against his hips with each downward motion. Spreading the sound of slapping flesh which was joined by a chorus of moans and groans, the air heavy with the smell of sex that hit Coco very hard that she lost all strength from her legs and soon found herself on her knees furiously fingering her own pussy, trying to match their rhythm.

The sight of her friend and teammate riding the cock of a big freshman was beyond hot, and her mind couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to be in Velvet’s position, her body trembling with pleasure as she was filled by a thick, hard cock.

“You love this, don’t you?” Velvet teased, pulling away from the kiss.

“Y-Yes...” Cardin managed to mutter.

“You love my faunus pussy, don’t you?” Velvet said.

“I do...”

“Do you want to cum, little boy?” Velvet asked, her voice dripping with lust.

“Please, let me cum inside you...” He pleaded.

Coco couldn’t believe her ears. Cardin Winchester, who had been nothing but a bully according to the rumors she had heard and a general nuisance to others, was begging like a puppy. And it was very fucking hot, sending another jolt of pleasure across her body as her finger touched a sweet spot inside her hot, wet folds.

Even from her position, she could still see Velvet’s uncharacteristically wicked smile ruining that innocent, adorable image she had about her.

“I’m not sure I should. You’ve been so naughty lately...” Velvet said. “You should try a little harder.”

Cardin groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily.

So did her own hips.

“P-Please... please let me cum inside you, I’m begging you...” Cardin pleaded, his voice shaky and desperate.

“Oh, now we’re getting somewhere.” Velvet purred before she pushed him down and started slamming herself, making very obscene sounds.

And Coco plunged her digits deeper inside her snatch.

“Oh, FUCK!!” Cardin shouted.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Coco whispered in the same rhythm her fingers were moving, her walls constricting around her digits as she pushed herself to the limit. Biting down on her lower lip, she fought against the urge to let out any more sounds.

And with the final thrust from Velvet, Cardin arched his back and screamed as he came, shooting his load inside her, triggering Coco’s own orgasm. Desperately muffling her cries with her free hand as she was overwhelmed by wave after wave of spasms of ecstasy. Her legs quivered, her hips bucked, her toes curled, and her eyes rolled back in pure raw bliss as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She felt like she was on the verge of passing out.

But the duo in front of her didn’t even notice, lost in their own passion. Velvet continued to grind against the freshman, determined to milk every last drop from him.

It took a few moments for Coco to catch her breath, still trembling from the aftershocks. Just as she started to regain control of her spent body, she watched as Velvet leaned in and whispered something in Cardin’s ear.

She couldn’t hear what she was whispering to him, but the look on his face made it clear that it was something incredibly naughty. 

With a strength that surprised her, Cardin hoisted Velvet up, her legs wrapped around his waist as she clung onto his broad shoulders.

“Ah, careful there, big boy.” She giggled.

He wasted no time in taking her roughly, thrusting into her with a raw force. Velvet moaned and gasped, ecstasy written all over her face as she surrendered to him completely, throwing her head back, her hair flowing wildly and her breasts bouncing with every thrust.

That was enough for Coco to know this wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. She had found what she was looking for and had gotten more than she had bargained for. She knew it was time for her to leave.

Coco pulled her fingers out of her drenched pussy, and was shocked to see her own juices dripping down her wrist and a small puddle formed under her. She quickly wiped her hand on her pajama pants.

Slowly and quietly, she stood up, careful not to make a sound, her legs still a little wobbly. As soon as she was confident her knees would support her weight, she turned and closed the door behind her, leaving those two in their own steamy world.

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-Next day-

Coco sat down on the desk, her eyes closed, her favorite sunglasses hiding the fact that she was trying to sleep as she couldn’t sleep last night after she had witnessed her friend’s little hot and steamy show.

Or how something inside of her had been stirred awake, something she didn’t even know existed until last night. Because she had no idea jilling off could be THAT intense.

Lost in thought, she didn’t realize that the star of said show had already taken a seat beside her.

“Morning~~“ she chirped, partially snapping her from her daze.

Coco groggily opened her eyes and grumbled a response, too sleepy to form coherent words.

Velvet’s smile just got wider, but it wasn’t the usual innocent and cute smile she was accustomed to.

“So... enjoyed the show?.”