Story WIPS - "Augusta the Gladiator" & "Ruby & Weiss" (Patreon)

It's a 2 for 1! I've been torn between two story WIPs and doing a little work on both, so I wanted to keep you posted on what I'm working on! I know a few of you are mainly here for writing.

So, we have a story based on my Gladiator OC, Augusta, and one set in my RWBY AU! Enjoy!

(and bare in mind, these are very early WIPs!)

AUGUSTA THE GLADIATOR

Gold sparkled above Augusta and all around her, glinting from the ornate stands of the colosseum, embellished with fine white silk drapes that looked just as bright in the beaming Sun. Once per week, these thousands of seats would be packed with a cheering audience of elites, screaming for entertainment, baying for blood. Her blood. As yet, they had been denied.

Turning on the heels of her rough leather sandals, the girl lowered her gaze. Where she stood right now, far below the stands and in the fighting arena itself, the scene was more akin to the life she was familiar with. Messy, ragged and blood stained. There were cracks in the walls from previous battles and all manner of weapons stuck in the ground. The floor was a rough mixture of hard, brown mud and sand, equally marked with evidence of previous, deadly fights. In the centre of this, a dot that was the fox-girl warrior. Augusta's pointed, furry ears twitched independently in the eerie silence. They were pale blonde that was almost white, and just like her shimmering shoulder length hair, she was a bright spot in a dull, empty battlefield. A ragged, filthy brown cloak was draped over her body, obscuring all but her feet and a surprising broadness to her shoulders despite her short stature. She looked down at a large, dark red stain in the dirt for a moment. The sight brought back flashing memories from just days ago that made her heart race.

Her last battle, in this very arena, deafened by an ecstatic crowd as her opponent approached. Huge and burly and menacing. Augusta's whole body was around the size of one of this man's arms, and a greedy look on his gruesome face as he weighed up what must have looked like an easy kill. His intimidating muscles flared and bulged as he flexed his fingers around his weapon.

The enormous beast of a man swung the mace, itself larger and heavier than Augusta's whole body. She deftly stepped backward, smooth and light-footed but with so little space to spare that she felt the wind from the strike brush her face. Her attacker stepped forward, and the backswing was even quicker. Augusta dropped to the floor, again just out of reach, but hitting the ground hard on her back. Her bright golden eyes were still on the weapon as it was swung up, ready for a two handed downward blow. The man above bellowed with the effort it took to raise the huge hunk of metal over his head and slammed it down. The girl rolled, and was again seemingly miraculously spared a lethal blow by inches. The mace rattled the floor with the impact, and the aggressor's body with it. Then there it was - the hesitation, the moment of opportunity.

Before he could move again, Augusta dived at the hand gripping the weapon. A flurry of scrambling followed, the chaos covered up by her cloak until after a moment, the large man cried out and swung his arm back - the seemingly weightless girl with it. The mace fell to the floor. Augusta was launched up but landed firmly on her feet.

He managed to get a grip on her billowing cloak and pulled, hauling Augusta back by the neck. She was too close now, in his range and in no position to get out of the way. His other hand grabbed her by the forearm with crushing grip and it only took a moment for all to realise the brute's plan. Suddenly Augusta was pressed up against him, python thick arms wrapped behind her. She was trapped in a vice of cobbled, rock hard torso muscles and absurdly huge, equally solid arms. As he laughed Augusta felt the meat grind painfully against her, and then her started to squeeze.

RUBY & WEISS

It felt a little strange, standing in her pyjamas and being observed like some kind of show pony. Even so, Ruby Rose stayed still as she had been asked, and watched her best friend circle her. Weiss' icy glare flickered up and down her body, distant and analytical. She would shake her head and tut, with the occasional mutter along the lines of; "No, this won't do at all..."

Ruby looked down at herself, eyebrows raised. She cupped her modest breasts to lift her cropped vest for a better view - as far as she could tell, things were going pretty well. A cobbled road of solid muscle was laid out before her, as defined in the tiny triangles of straited definition beneath her chest as it was in those harder to build lining beneath her navel. Her ten pack abs were chiselled into her petite frame like some kind of brutal marble carving. Her upper obliques gave her the impression of thick, jagged claws reaching around her body to grab at the abs between them. Her lower obliques, largest and thickest of her muscles, swelled and tightened with her steady breaths. Weiss cleared her throat loudly, and Ruby looked up to find them almost nose to nose. The shorter girls face was like a porcelain doll, pale, flawless and delicate, but her expression was fierce. She spoke in her usual haughty tone, snapping, "What are you so happy about?"

With the attitude of a naughty schoolgirl, smirking and barely able to contain a laugh, Ruby shrugged and gave a little nod, a gesture at herself that said quite loudly, if without words: "You've seen me. Right?"

Unamused, Weiss didn't look down, nor did she blink. She stood with her shoulders hunched, back straight, slim neck out. Grace came naturally to her every movement. "And you think this is good enough?"

"It was good enough to make you nearly faint when you saw my progress the first time, remember?" Ruby giggled. She watched a pink hue flood the other girl's cheeks and ears.

But Weiss had a sharp retort to wipe the smile from the cocky girls' face, "But not good enough to beat your sister, is it?" Ruby deflated, a touch and sighed but as she pictured Yang, a dreamy smile crossed her face. Her older sister was everything she wanted to be - brave, bold, beautiful, and above all else...

Stacked and absolutely ripped.

It was a near impossible challenge to beat her, but Ruby had been throwing everything she had into it since Yang first started strutting around in her sports bra and showing off that ridiculous... twelve-pack? Or was it more now? Ever optimistic, Ruby was rarely disheartened for long. Yang excited and inspired her. Weiss could see the change in her as she watched the girls mind race. Her body straightened, her muscles sharpened, and she grinned, "Not yet."

"Not ever, without my help." Weiss snapped, "I mean, it's silly, really - I don't even know why you're doing this, but if you are, you might as well do it right." as Weiss stuck up her nose, she kept side-eyeing Ruby's midsection. "Besides, Blake's being unbearable! I mean, she hasn't said anything - but I can tell." It seemed unlikely that Blake had said a word, but when Weiss worked herself up, she could infer an insult out of almost anything. Weiss continued, her voice more high pitched the longer she spoke, "I mean, you know she just wants to brag about how her girlfriends' abs are better than mi-"

Both girls seized up, hearts stopping. Both suddenly found it very difficult to talk. Weiss now looked as pink as the polka dots on Ruby's shorts.

"You can try it. Training me, I mean." Ruby said bashfully, shrugging. "But I've been going really hard - I don't know what you could possible add on."

Weiss' chuckle made Ruby feel like somebody had trickled ice water down her back.