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Ruby's New Trainer - (3K Words)
🕑 Added 2024-09-16 09:19:22 +0000 UTCAfter watching Ruby grind for months in a frantic effort to develop chiselled washboard abs as crazy as Yang's, yet still fall short, Weiss steps in to show her friend what real work feels like.
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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 squared, 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 ever would act smugly toward her, 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.
That had been some hours ago now, but to Ruby it had felt like days. Squatting repeatedly on shaky legs, she breathlessly, hoarsely cried "Ninety eight! Ninety nine! One hundred!" her voice was high and shaky, wincing as with each squat, she tried to jump, feet barely leaving the ground.
"Bike!" Weiss snapped back, her pristine poise an open mockery of Ruby's ruinous condition. She was stood just outside the splash zone of the moisture that showered from the girls hair with each sharp movement. The dark haired girl did not so much mount the bike as collapse across it, but managed to haul her leg over the seat and start pedalling with all her might. Weiss had been ordering her back and forth at seemingly random intervals for the last half hour or so, and this was only the latest of her brutal training designs that had wrought agony on Ruby's powerful body. Ruby - foolishly in retrospect - underestimated Weiss' ability to have absolutely no mercy.
"Faster, Ruby! Work off some of that fat!" she jeered gleefully with heavy emphasis on the last word. She bent double to peer down at Ruby's undercarriage, which was cast into shadow as she hunched over the bike. Even crunched, there wasn't a fold to be seen amongst the numerous, heaving ab muscles. It was a devastating show of shreds, and was evidence not only of her constant training efforts, but the fact that she hadn't had an extraneous grain of sugar in months. But Ruby didn't question her friend turned coach - turned torturer. She agreed, in fact, that every inch of skin that wasn't tight wrapped around fibrous muscle was unacceptable fat - it may have been a maddening concept, but it was what it would take to catch up with her monster of an older sister. And that did it - the image of Yang Xiao Long burst into her mind again, and Ruby cried out so suddenly that Weiss flinched. She tightened her grip on the handlebars and somehow find more speed, her body lurching side to side as her thighs pumped up and down. Blood rushed in her ears and she became vaguely aware of a high pitched noise, fading and fading.
Weighted training with a brutal focus on the girls core had been punctuated only by gruelling cardio - enough to ensure that Ruby was breathless with every rep. Weiss sharp eyes caught every twitch of hesitation, every flaw in form and every time the pace dropped, Ruby would face harsh punishment. Just as impressive, Ruby herself was giving it everything she had - never questioning each absurd weight or rep count she was forced to move, simply throwing herself into it with all the resolve she could muster. But Ruby was just a human, just a girl, and her body and mind were reaching their limits - or may have done some time ago.
After several failed attempts to call Ruby's name, Weiss grabbed a clump of Ruby's soaking wet hair and pulled her head back hard. "Hey! Are you deaf!? R-Ruby?"
Even the ice queen wasn't prepared for the girls expression. Pink faced, teary eyed, glowing with sweat. A desperate, pained and above all else, needing look in her partially unfocused eyes. Into that look, Weiss grinned, and knew what the answer to her next question would be. "Are you too tired, Ruby? Do you want to stop?" her high, musical voice was thick with irony. Ruby's mouth twitched. She needed rest more than she needed oxygen right now, and she was very short on oxygen. She wouldn't be holding her head up without Weiss's vigorous assistance and still, gently, she shook it to say no.
Weiss tore her gaze away, and threw the girl roughly from the bike. Ruby fell in a heap, heaving for air but the cruel coach barely gave her a second. "On your feet."
Ruby took a full minute to stand up.
The girl hadn't even changed clothes. Her formerly baggy pyjama pants, now soaked in her sweat had gained a more shapely fit on her. This was thanks to a combination of an obscene leg pump filling them out and the wet cloth sticking to her skin. The vest she wore, also also weighed down with sweat likewise clung to her - apart from during her inverted sit-ups when it clumsily and regularly fell over her face and exposed her chest. Weiss had snapped at any of Ruby's attempts to prevent this as "an excuse to cheat on your form!"
They continued the session until the setting sun cast a dramatic orange hue across the room. It gave the impression of flames flickering on her shimmering muscles. Fittingly, her entire, overheating body was burning like she had never experienced. Bottles of water were strewn around the gym and a vomit bucket was nearby, all thoroughly used. They were about the only kindness that Weiss had given. Ruby was on her hands and knees, her abs thrusting in and out violently as she panted. Her voice sounded raspy and worn, her throat sore from all the desperate breaths and yells. She shook through and through, and Weiss had to crouch beside her to hear what she was saying.
"P-please... I can't..." she let out a sob. Her hands twitched - she would have clenched them if she could, but extended sets of knee raises while hanging from a bar had exhausted that reflex completely. Her whole body was throbbing, moving sluggishly on the desperate impulse to simply keep going.
"Get back into position, Ruby!" the crisp, clear order came from Weiss, apparently unphased and uncaring.
"P-please!"
"Now!!"
"Hnn!" Ruby's body jerked. She pushed her feet back, her bare toes struggling for purchase on the wet floor. She lifted her stomach up and locked her elbows into a plank position. The most entry level yoga pose had become a near-impossible torture position. Her form was awful. Butt high up, knees and elbows twitching and bending with her head bowed. This time, however, Weiss didn't criticize. So out of her mind that she barely sensed it, Ruby turned her head and blinked away stinging sweat from her eyes to see Weiss sat beside her.
Weiss was out of breath, too with a sheen of sweat on her flushed face. She had let her hair down and it looked as messy as Ruby had seen it, though still smooth and sleek. For hours, she had been in her own state of steely focus, tracking Ruby's routine, giving orders, and hauling large weights back and forth so that Ruby barely had to take a break between her sets.
"I can't believe you made it this far on your own." she said, with surprisingly little derision, if a touch of her usual know it all attitude. "Now that I'm involved, we'll take your training to a new level. Understand? Can you hear me. Ruby?" it took a couple of prompts to elicit a trembling nod. At this stage, Ruby was more a broken mass of meat than a girl. Even so, Weiss treated this as acceptance of herself as Ruby's permanent Coach with a burst of excitement. She could feel the heat coming off her friend. Her obliques were jagged, compact and twitching, her heavy, wet shirt riding up her body to expose more midsection. Her shoulder-blades were pushing up through her back as her body contorted with the lack of muscular support, with her muscle capped shoulders dancing with thick fibres. As time passed, Ruby's body sagged and soon her abs were arched, pushed out. Veins sprung along her shockingly lean skin. She was holding out second by second in desperate need of Weiss' permission to stop. Turning her face back to the floor, she could see her own warped reflection in the sweat puddle beneath her. It turned into Yang, with those piercing purple eyes and cocky grin. That kept Ruby from dropping for just a few more moments.
"If you want to be as strong as your sister, this is what it will take. Every day. You've seen her, Ruby!" Weiss, for the first time, sounded like she was pleading. An inflection in her voice betrayed concern and desperation for Ruby to understand the gravity of what she was taking on. Behind the undoubtedly sadistic glee she found in watching her best friend's immaculate body pump and strain so much over the full day, she didn't want her stuck in an impossible cycle until she drove herself insane - well... even more so. "Are you ready for that!?" she raised her voice to break through the misty haze of sweat and heat numbing Ruby's senses.
Ruby took a long time to reply. She had her eyes locked on her own reflection, still picturing it as the model Goddess that was her big sister. That curvaceous, rock solid body that was still so much further developed than her own despite these efforts. That effortless confidence and beauty, that pride that Ruby longed for. That approval, that... superiority...
She didn't just want to match Yang, she wanted to beat her. And the reflection wasn't Yang any more, it was Ruby's bright silvery gaze and reddened, undignified face with a vein on her forehead and tears dripping from her cheeks.
"Anything..." she gnashed her teeth and dropped her head, hair dipping into the puddle beneath her. "It..." she squared her shoulders, heaved her shoulder-blades back into shape with back muscles contorting her lean body, and she took one more deep, sharp breath. "Takes!" Spittle flew from her mouth and her toned butt raised, her back straightened as her abs forced her plank back into perfect form, snapping into place in an instant. Ironclad, flushed muscle tensed past breaking point as Ruby kept fighting for more.
Weiss was on her feet before she even realised it, having expected this to be one last flare of energy, perhaps a brief moment before Ruby collapsed in on herself. But the girl held as seconds ticked by. It was time to end this. She raised one foot, and touched her sharp heel to the small of Ruby's back. The muscle flickered at the touch, but hardly dented as Weiss leaned forward to put weight on. The steel bridge below her barely moved, so she continued. Weiss couldn't draw breath as the quick, hissed gasps for air from Ruby filled the room and she realised that to apply any more weight, she would need to lift her other foot. She had watched these abs crunch thousands of times today, most often with some ludicrous amount of weight helping tear them apart. Drop set weighted decline sit-ups and hanging leg raises on the bar. Floor work when she was eventually too wrecked to stay up there. Slow, controlled v-ups that took minutes to just do a few reps, simple crunches at maximum speed until she screamed - and then plenty more.
Both feet were now up on Ruby's back now, Weiss balancing carefully but with a natural ease even as Ruby trembled. She stared down, dumbfounded. The only way she could tell this was real was that no dream could have this stifling heat, this smell of salt and sweat, nor this aural assault of gasps and moans and grunts. Surely-
Her train of thought was shattered as Ruby collapsed with a calamitous yell, sharp and shocking as a breaking mirror. Weiss stayed upright thanks to an instinctive poise, and her full weight was again focused down on her heels - anybody without Ruby's bone-hard conditioning would have been injured but again, her footwear barely dented the skin. Still, Weiss jumped off, quickly and for a split moment, wondered if she'd killed the girl she-
Again, Ruby so suddenly brought every conscious thought to a halt with a heavy cough. Weiss quickly moved the girls head sideways to keep her from blowing bubbles in her sweat puddle instead of breathing. Then with significant effort, Weiss rolled her on her back. The heaving, panting, sweat coated washboard that greeted her seemed to have developed even within the day, though the harsh evening light, brutal post workout pump and desperate undulations caused by Ruby's breathing were helping them along. Ten distinct, squared cobbles wrestled for space along her stomach, the girls elongated navel squeezed between them. Her obliques either side were jagged and gnawed at her body every time she gasped for air. Her shirt was completely rolled up, caught only on her hardened nipples so Weiss could make out the definition of her chest muscles, and separate plates feeding into the very top of her abs. Several thick veins coated her skin, displaying her shockingly low bodyfat. Even more plates of muscle were ready to pop through at the very lowest part of her waistline. It was interesting to see that despite not looking very much alike, the genetics-defined shape her abs took was almost identical to her half-sister. Perhaps the ability to be this kind of freak ran in the family.
Though weak at the knees, Weiss steadied her shaking hand and found her phone, holding it over her collapsed friend. After quick inspection of her work, she typed out a short message and hit 'Send'.
Blake Belladonna was sat cross-legged, in her cosy pyjamas with a book open in her lap. It seemed to have her full focus as she flipped the page lazily, but her ears continued to twitch at the irregular sound of dripping water. Even the fact that she was moving steadily up and down did not seem to bother her.
She rolled her eyes as her phone buzzed, finally moving her eyes away from the book to check it. Who's messaging me this late?
"Blake, you okay?" the girl was addressed by a wild, golden mass of fiery yellow hair beneath her. Long enough to reach the floor and spread out like a golden sun. Some strands of hair were stuck and trailing along the mountain range of impossible back muscles that made up Blake's seat.
Yang Xiao Long was beneath her. Face down, she was holding a planche - an extremely advanced position. Her whole body was off the floor, horizontal and straight as a board. She balanced on only her hands, even with Blake sat on her back she was keeping steady so her girlfriend could comfortably read, even with the slow and steady push-up movement. Each rep, she'd drop until only her large breasts squashed against the floor, the rest of her body an inch off the ground, and then press up. Her naked body put every marble depiction of ancient Gods to shame.
"Ah.." Blake hesitated. She tilted her phone and then her head. Squinted at it, zoomed in and bit her lip. "It looks like Weiss is training Ruby now..."
