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Like Moother like Daughter (Rwby Cowgirl fic)
🕑 Added 2020-04-15 16:06:15 +0000 UTCHoo, its been a rough week. Second fic will be up later than, I'm still finishing it off, but it'll be out this week. Sorry for the delay.
In the meantime, enjoy this RWBY story a commissioner asked for! It was a fun write.
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Yang Xiao Long strode through the camp, making no secret of her disdain for the people in it. After all, they had just tried to mug her – twice – and she hadn’t been impressed by their efforts or their fighting abilities. For people who lived out in the wilds with only their skill to protect them from grimm, they really didn’t seem very strong at all. Or maybe she was just that good.
Ordinarily she’d have gone right for that explanation, and maybe made a few puns to go with it, but today she was feeling a bit too dour. There was too much tension in the air, even for her. Oh, not from the bandits, the lot of them staring at her with death glares – that she was fine with. Hell, that was a fun night out for her! But there was one particular set of eyes watching that she cared about. She could feel them even if she couldn’t see them.
Her mother’s.
Raven Branwen had cast a large shadow over Yang’s life. Her disappearance had led to a search that the young huntress had kept up for years, constantly looking for any leads as to where her mother had gone. She’d thrown herself into danger, stalked into the darkest delves she could find, all to find just the barest clue as to what had happened to the woman, about who she was and why she’d left.
And then it turned out her dad had known all along. That had been a surprise. She still wasn’t quite sure how to process that. But eh, no point dwelling – she wasn’t the kind of girl who got stuck on the past. She’d had enough of that while sulking over her lost arm. She knew what she needed now, and she was going to get it.
Nothing was going to keep her from-
“Yang.”
“Mom.”
And there she was. The bandit queen herself. Dressed in a fancy red kimono, that weird white grimm mask of hers held lightly at her side, she was stood at the entrance to the biggest tent around, large and most certainly in charge.
Well, okay, not that large – actually she was around the same height as Yang herself. But still, her presence clearly dominated the camp. Everyone here looked to her first. As she was looking at Yang.
“So! After all this time, you’ve finally decided to visit me.”
Oh. So that was how she was going to play this? Yang’s eyes narrowed. “You know that I searched for you. I spent years looking for you.”
“And you’ve found me.” Raven smirked. She was the center of attention, an actor on the stage, and she was happy to give her audience a show. “You were patient, determined, and strong enough to make your dream a reality. Well done Yang.” She leaned forward, lips quirking. “But did you have to be so rough with my men?”
The blonde rolled her eyes at the theatrics. Her mother was clearly making a big deal of this for her followers, but that didn’t mean she had to play along. The words she was hearing were ones she’d long wanted to hear – but she didn’t have time for them now. “I didn’t want a fight. They started it.”
“Well you certainly finished it.” A hush descended on the camp. The bandits waited to see which way their leader would go, while her daughter just wanted this silly bombastic farce to be done with. How much longer was Raven going to turn their reunion into a melodrama?
But to her surprise, the black haired woman finally nodded. “Right. I’m sure this is all very overwhelming. But I must admit that you’ve proven yourself. Why don’t we talk and get to know each other better in some privacy?”
“Oh, so now you want to get to know me?” Nineteen years of abandonment weren’t going to pass just because her mother was accepting her now – though it was unexpectedly warming to her heart to have the woman she’d long chased wanting her at last.
“Of course, Yang. You’re my daughter.” She turned, slipping under the flap of her tent, beckoning the blonde with her free hand. “Come.”
“Grrr…” For a moment Yang’s eyes flashed red. She hadn’t come here to start taking orders from this woman. She wanted one thing, and one thing only. But she forced herself to calm down – if Raven wanted to talk, they could talk – and she’d get what she wanted, one way or another.
Grumbling, the huntress stalked forward, pushing her way into the tent, and out of sight of the rest of the camp. The interior was surprisingly impressive for a temporary setup – fine rugs and curtains, a table and a fancy tea set – which was what Raven was currently setting up. But Yang, obviously, wasn’t here for tea. She walked right up and got straight in her mother’s face, their chests pushing right up against one another. “Mom.”
Raven, for her part, refused to back down. Yang’s raw charisma may have attracted all of the eyes on the dance floor back in Vale, but she had nothing on her old lady. The two shared a brief contest of dominance, Yang’s frosty rage clashing with Raven’s cold smirk. “Yang. Are you always this impolite when someone invites you into their home?”
“Oh? You call this a home? Looks like a pile of rags to me.” The blonde’s reply was as dismissive as possible, refusing to back down.
And her mother didn’t even blink. “Well, Tai was never any good with manners either. I suppose I shouldn’t expect much from a woman who so clearly takes after him. I hope you at least didn’t pick up his taste for awful puns.”
“What can I say? I really am his kid-der.”
Raven closed her eyes and took a deep, sharp breath through her nose as her daughter drew blood. “Wonderful. Well I suppose you’d best sit down.”
“Gladly.” Yang smirked and stepped back, walking over to the table and taking a seat. As she did she leaned back and smoothly removed her jacket, revealing her tight orange tube top. It had been a long journey, and it felt good to let her girls breathe – plus it was one more area she could show herself as superior to her mother in. Her grin had never been smugger.
Until her mother sat down across from her and shrugged off her kimono, revealing an equally tight, equally stacked red bikini top of very similar design. Raven’s own grin made it clear that she’d seen the way her blonde’s expression had fallen, too. “So, daughter dearest… What brings you all the way out here?”
Hmph. Yang schooled her face, stretching out in her seat, pushing her chest up. She wasn’t going to lose here! “Well I’m not here for any family bonding or whatever.”
Raven’s eyes narrowed, and as Yang watched she leaned forwards, pushing her chest up just as much. That bitch. “No? Well that’s disappointing. Though I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re a disappointment. It’s something of a theme for you.”
“Charming.” Yang took a deep breath, her top straining as her chest puffed up. “Don’t worry, I don’t mind disappointing you, you’ve never been anything but a disappointment to me. An empty space was a better mother than you.”
And in turn Raven was puffing her chest up as well. Seriously, the nerve of this woman! “Oh, now that isn’t a fair thing to call Summer. I’m sure she did her best.”
Yang’s eye twitched. So that’s how she wanted to play this. “So anyway,” she said, deciding to try to be the adult in the room – and to prove it, she rolled her shoulders, giving her tits a fresh bounce. Boing! Try to match that, old lady! “I’m just here so you can take me to Ruby. That’s all I care about.”
“Oh? Is it indeed?” At least Raven sounded distracted now. Yang smirked – she could tell her mom’s eyes were locked on her chest. Seething with jealousy, no doubt. “And why would you come to me for that? I don’t know where your little sister is.” As she spoke, she put one arm behind her head, stretching like her daughter had earlier. The motion set her own breasts jiggling, quivering under her tight red bikini. Boing, boing…
The blonde found her eyes transfixed, watching the way her mother’s chest swayed from side to side. Up and down. It was… She shook her head, incidentally making her own chest shake, and tried to refocus – though her gaze slid right back to their original targets. “Because, uh…” What had she been talking about? Oh right. “Because of your… your semblance, right. You make portals. Ruby’s with Qrow, so you just… open a portal there and I’ll be out of your hair.”
“Hmm…” Raven made a non-committal sound, sinking down into her chair for a moment. Silent seconds passed.
“Mom?”
“Huh? Oh, uh…” The black haired woman blinked. “Right. Portals. Well, why should I do that, hm? That’s…” She yawned, absently thrusting her chest forwards for a moment and distracting her daughter once again. “That’s stupid. I have no interest in helping Qrow.”
“…” Yang didn’t answer, her eyes still locked on Raven’s bikini.
“Yang.”
“Huh? Oh, uh…” The blonde blinked, for a moment a complete double of her mother a few seconds ago. “I mean… You’re stupid.”
It wasn’t the most witty of responses, but it seemed to hit home. Raven’s expression darkened, her frown growing deep. “Oh, I’m stupid? You’re one to talk, you ungrateful little bimbo.”
“Bimbo?” Yang grunted, unconsciously flipping her hair over her shoulder and setting her chest back to its graceful bounce. “Better a bimbo than a… a… A dumb cow!”
“A… dumb cow…” Raven murmured, her eyes bouncing in time with her daughter’s tits. “I’m a… I mean… Hah… You think I’m a dumb cow?” She tried to shake her head again, but her eyes refused to move. “W-well you’re my daughter – what does that make you? If I’m … I’m a dumb cow…” The bandit queen swayed slightly. “I’m a dumb cow… Then you… You’re a dumb cow’s daughter…”
“Sss… so…?” Yang asked, her jaw starting to go slack, her head swaying in time with the breasts she was focused on.
“Ssssso…” The mother blinked slowly. “So, if I’m a dumb cow, you’re… you’re an even dumber cow…”
“H-huh…?” Yang’s eyes fluttered. She felt like there was a problem with that logic, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it – her head was too full of tits. “I’m… I’mma… dumber cow…?”
“Mmmm…” The noise Raven made was a gentle, relaxed one, something more fitting for a dairy farm than a bandit camp. Her lips gently parted, her breath growing heavy, chest rising and falling… “Yeah… You’re a… Yoooou’re a... dumb cow toooooo…”
And the blonde wasn’t doing any better. Her back was hunched, her head hanging low, jaw quite slack now, drool starting to drip down onto her tube top. The only thing keeping her up were her eyes, still rigidly locked upon Raven’s chest. “I’m… I’mmma dumb cow… an’… an’ you’re a dumb cow…?”
“Y-yeah…” Raven giggled, her chest jiggled. “Dumb lil’ mooooooooo cow~” Mmm… She really liked that sound, apparently. Drool was starting to soak into her bikini top as well.
“N… Nuh…” Yang tried to protest, even though she couldn’t think of a reason why her mother was wrong. Her head was feeling really thick right now, and what wasn’t all gummed up and sticky was full of boob – but still, she was stubborn. “Y-you’re the dummy…”
“Mmmoooooeee?” Raven’s head drooped. “N-no… yoooooou’re the dumb one…”
Yang snorted, drool really starting to pour down her chin. The urge to throw out an insult was more of an instinct than anything, but the insult itself came to her easily. “Tits fooooor brains!”
And Raven was just as happy to return the favour, though it took her a little longer. “Bimboooo booooobs!” she slurred, her nipples starting to poke through the fabric of her bikini.
“Tits fooooooooor, uh, fooooooor brains!”
“Bimooooooooobo brains!”
“Tits, uh… titty… boooobs… mmm… mm… moooooooooo~”
“Mooooooooooo!”
By the point, the two were touching, having both leaned so far forwards that their heads were resting against one another, both of them staring down into one another’s cleavage, their jaws slack and their eyes blanks, their minds filled with tits. And if it had just been two prideful, foolish women accidentally blowing their own brains on their partner’s boobs, that would have been it. They probably would have remained there, quietly alternating between stuttering insults and happy moos.
But it wasn’t just two women. One of them was a Maiden – possessing primal, magical powers which, unfortunately for them both, easily responded to their owner’s new simplified desires. Thoughts of happy cows with massive udders bubbled up in her mind and began to spread through her, and the daughter leaning up against her…
Both girls sighed happily, each letting out a contented series of moos as their breasts began to swell, expanding up through the cup sizes until neither tube top nor bikini could hold any more – both garments bursting open and letting their bouncy contents bounce free at the same moment. Both of them moaned as their nipples grew long and pink, soon starting to leak a warm milky fluid that dripped down their large and heavy breasts. As they shifted, their tits bounced and swayed, filling the air with a liquid sloshing sound, milk splattering on the floor.
But while the changes to their breasts entertained and delighted them, they was far from the only ones that the pair went through. Unnoticed, their pants ripped as tails topped by tufts of hair snaked out, curling around behind them. Unseen, thick bovine horns began to poke through blonde and black hair, growing out from the tops of their heads. Unheeded, their ears curled and grew, becoming long and floppy. Unaware, the pair’s voices grew deeper, slowly loosing the capacity for words, left only with the simplest of sounds.
“Mmmmmmoooooooooooo~!!!”
Twin puddles of milk began to spread across the floor, soaking into the fabric of the tent, as a pair of simple brained happy cowgirls sat heedlessly staring at one another’s massive milkers, their tails swaying quietly behind them – the image of the dignified huntress and powerful bandit queen completely banished. Yang Xiao Long and Raven Branwen had been completely forgotten – all that was left was a silly little pair of bimbo moo cows~
Slowly, an idea tickled into the head of the blonde, and she leaned forward, her tongue extending to lick up some of that lovely milk pouring down the dark haired cow’s chest…
“Boss?” Someone entered the tent, thrusting the flap aside with annoyance. “Sorry to interrupt, but the prisoner is insisting that- What the hell?!”
“Moo?”
The cow that had been Raven blinked dumbly up at the dark, short haired woman that looked so familiar. V… Ve… Ver? … No, it was no good. The familiarity dissolved along with her thoughts, draining down into sweet milk that leaked out of her tits. She had someone else with her – a white haired girl in a blue dress…
“Wha- Yang?!” The blue one was making noises too. They sounded silly. “What- what happened to them?”
“I… I don’t…”
The cow that had been Raven mooed happily. The other cow was sucking on her tits, and it felt sooooooooo nice… She wanted more to drink her milk… The desire rang through her head as her eyes focused on the pair at the door.
“B-boss, are you…” The dark haired one was getting closer, swaying a little with every step. She looked confused as she fell to her knees in front of the cows. “What are yoooooooooouuu…?”
“W-wait, what are you…?”
But the dark one was already leaning forwards, her lips wrapping around a pink nipple and starting to suck. Sweet, sweet milk flooded her mouth, the cow mooing happily as she felt the pressure release and flow…
“Ahhh…” Gasped the human, milk dripping from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were already growing cloudy, her chest starting to grow.
The blue one was starting to panic. “I… Guys, you have to stop…” But despite her words, she was growing closer. Mincing slowly across the room, until she was lowering herself to her knees in front of the former Yang. “Something’s really wromph~” She mumbled, wrapping her lips around a bare tit. Already, her top was starting to rip, her small chest swelling, a tail poking out from under her dress…
And as the tent descended once again into a chorus of simple moos, one thing was certain – things were about to change for this little bandit camp…
