"Ah, well..." Before Weiss could reply, she was interrupted by the now squeaky voice of Whitley.

"W-winter! Thank the Gods you're here, maybe you can help me! Weiss has done nothing but..." Whitley's voice trailed off as he saw Winter finally notice him, though not in the way he had hoped.

Winter took a step back in shock, not having noticed the small man sitting on the counter in an oversized, fluffy coat and pants. Her face quickly darkened as she tried to make sense of Weiss carrying a talking toy around, but that look only grew more icy as she realized the true identity of the small... creature. She had to cover her face with her hand and shake her head as she tried to find the words to communicate how pathetic her new image of Whitley was.

"Whitley... Why the blazes would you ever demean yourself like this? You've always had some... strange interests, but this is certainly a new low for you." Weiss had to try hard not to grin at her sister's unintentional pun, getting a bit of a malevolant thrill from this reaction, while Whitley was crestfallen as his expected savior lambasted him with words practically dripping with disgust. "I can't believe this is what's become of the only son of our family. I can't believe I used to try to defend you whenever the other students in school would mock you. So then, tell me, why the hell are you playing at being some sort of... toy?"

Whitley was too stunned to properly defend himself, uttering a series of sounds that seemed to be trying to convey meaning.

"B-but, I... N-no, you've... got it all wrong! I-I was in the library... and then the dust, it was father's, he gave it to me, and I was trying to... it was an accident!"

Winter sighed again, gripping her nose in consternation. "Weiss, do you have any idea what's happening here? It would appear his new... stature... was not the only attribute that our brother has had diminished in this case."

Weiss was exceedingly amused by this show, and couldn't bear to have it end so quickly, so she quickly composed herself by letting out a small cough in her hand before answering.

"Well you see... Last night I entered the library to see our small brother here... consuming a tiny bit of dust in front of his little lab table. It was the strangest thing, he shrank several inches right in front of my eyes. When he saw me, he accidentally dropped the vial on the floor, shattering it. He told me something about how he was just testing it for father before rushing away to his bedroom. At first I thought it was just him being, well... Whitley, but when I awoke this morning, he had already come into my room, dug out Whitey, and... 'borrowed' his clothes, trying to sneak back out before I stopped him. Frankly I have no idea what could be running through his tiny head."

Whitley's jaw dropped at his sister's flagrant lies. "B-but that's not- that's a-"

"Oh, would you cease that high-pitched whining, Whitley! Eating dust, honestly. You'd think that you would have a bit more sense growing up in this family but... clearly Weiss and I are the only suitable heirs in this family after all. Surely father told you at least some of its properties, so this had to be intentional. I have no idea why you would want to do this, and I don't want to know. Did you at least prepare an antidote?"

"I... I swear, it was an accident! Of course I don't have an antidote for something like this! P-please, help me grow back a-and I can explain everything!"

"...I see, so not only do you still deny what you've done, you expect us to fix your 'mistake' now that you've seen that dressing and acting like a toy isn't what you envisioned? Neither I nor Weiss will lift a finger to help you recover from your choice, will we?" She shot her sister a look, to which Weiss quickly nodded. "If you want help... Then perhaps I will help you see how ill-conceived your idea was." Winter grabbed Whitley by the neck of his jacket, hoisting him into the air, dangling loosely in the over-sized garments. Looking at the now massive distance he would fall if he fell out, Whitley had no choice but to cling onto them anyway.

It didn’t take long for Winter to reach their parlor, Weiss following while smirking silently. Once there, Winter haphazardly dropped Whitley onto a chair before turning to open a cabinet. Whitley rolled upright, standing up and brushing himself off. As Winter stood upright in front of him, back turned, Whitley had the sudden realization that the bottom of her ass came to rest only a few inches higher than the cushion of the rather tall chair… and his eyes only made it to the mid-point of her butt, meaning he was now shorter than his big sister’s buttocks. Shivering at the realization, he looked up to see Winter giving him a death stare after turning to look at him… staring at her ass.

“…I was going to go easy on you, but now… Lay. Flat.”

As his blood chilled at Winter’s chilling words, he sat down in a panic, not stopping to consider whether she meant face up or down. He saw her moon-like ass swing over the chair, both cheeks jutting out slightly of her tight, white pants… and falling increasingly quickly towards him! WHUMF!

The impact rattled his entire body, leaving him shaken by the weight of his largest sister sitting down on top of his diminished form. Opening his eyes, he was unable to see anything as his sister’s flesh blocked out all light; taking a hesitant breath, he thankfully found the cushion did let air through, though it was thickly scented with Winter’s eucalyptus perfume. Desperate to crawl out and get away from his insane sisters, Whitley tried to wiggle his arms free, but the weight kept him pinned down too tightly – the only result was a slight wiggle from above, allowing a very faint light in from above. The white material blocked most of this, but the threads seemed to only get bigger as he stared up, helpless to move.

Winter wiggled slightly, shrugging her shoulders as she pulled chess pieces out of a box. “It’s sad to admit that he makes a better cushion than he did a brother… Come and play with me, Weiss.” She gestured to the seat across the table.

Weiss couldn’t help but be a little… impressed by how quickly Winter had changed her treatment of Whitley. It had taken quite a bit of backtalk until she did more than lightly tease him… Well, in her opinion at least.

“So we’re just… gonna play a whole game like this?” She asked as she sat down.

“Well, Weiss, I think it’s time we thought about ourselves first. He’s only ever thought of himself, and to be frank I’ve grown tired of it. Honestly, things would have been better if we had never had a brother in a first place.”

Weiss began arranging her pieces, toying with the king piece a bit in thought. “Do you really think so?”

“Well when he’s not hiding in his room, he’s sucking up to father and his friends. At this point father’s probably just waiting for an excuse to name Whitley the family heir, which… God help the company if that happens, as if he doesn’t make a joke of us already… But… He is family, so I guess we should help him at some point…”

“Well, there is… something we could do. I mean, we don’t have to get rid of him or anything, but… if we just kept him a secret for a while, then father wouldn’t name a missing kid his heir… Maybe we could even teach him to behave himself a little more, you know? So we can just… help him grow back at some point in the future, when we think he’s learned his lesson.”

Winter pondered it for a few moments. She didn’t want to get rid of him entirely, but this… sounded a bit more palatable. “Well… as long as we help him at some point, it should be fine… But we couldn’t let anyone find out, so one of us would have to keep him, and he’s still a bit big…”

“Oh, don’t worry, I think he’s still shrinking, he’s probably halved in size since this morning….”

“Well, I wonder… just how small could he become? As long as it stops at some point, the smaller the better.”

Underneath of Winter, the temperature had been growing as the cushion and air around her butt captured its height. Whitley had begun to sweat, but could only rub the moistness off onto the cushion or jeans that surrounded him on all sides, leaving all the moisture to compound on itself. Whitley was only able to tell that they were talking from the violent rumbling he was subjected to whenever Winter spoke, sending vibrations through his tiny frame. He had no way of knowing the dark turn the conversation had taken regarding him, instead forced to ruminate on things more relevant to him at the time - like the fact that his sister’s body only seemed to be getting heavier on top of him. Her perfume was starting to mix with the scent of sweat, making a cloyingly sweet and salty aroma.

Above, Weiss and Winter were discussing what exactly they should do with Whitley once they finished their game of chess – deciding that the winner would hold onto Whitley until that evening. Weiss and Winter played chess against each other fairly often as kids, and both had a habit of getting pretty invested… As pieces started to get removed from the board, Winter had begun to take the lead, however. Unconsciously the tension was also causing her to bear down on her seat, flattening Whitley further as he struggled to fight her butt for air. As she moved her rook a final time, she smiled. “Checkmate.”

Weiss frowned, realizing she hadn’t noticed the rook’s placement. She was disappointed, but she had Whitley the rest of the day, so it was only fair. “Well played, Winter. Looks like you’ll be keeping the little guy a bit longer.”

Winter bounced a bit on top of him, frowning. “Yeah, but I can’t really think of what I should do with the shrimp… I only came up with this on the spot, I can’t think of much worse than squishing him to be honest. Honestly, I can barely feel him any more…”

“Really? How small could he have gotten?” Weiss stood up to take a look at her sitting sister, hoping for a dramatic reveal as she stood. When Winter stood, Weiss saw… just a deflated cushion. Had he escaped? Looking at Winter’s butt in confusion, there was a strange, two-inch long discoloration on the back of her pants… Weiss poked the lump, causing Whitley’s face to finally peel off, indented with the pattern of the seams of the pants.

Whitley had become nearly ingrained on the pants as the sweat began to stickily dry, resulting in him lifting into the air as Winter went to stand. Distressingly, even all of his combined strength was not enough to peel him free, resulting in barely a vibration against her firm buttocks, the pert cheeks unyielding. However, a simple poke from Weiss was enough to peel his face free, leaving him to the frightening sight of his other sister leering down at him with a smug grin, amused by him being reduced to little more than a blemish on Winter’s ass. Gravity finally took hold as his small form slowly peeled away from the jeans, caught in Winter’s hands.

“I think all that pressure you put him under only sped it up, Winter! He can’t be more than two inches tall!” Weiss seemed more excited by this than anything.

“I thought you were being dramatic, but at this rate we could lose him… do you think he’s done shrinking?” Winter seemed unphased, bringing him to the game table as she decided to sit back down.

“Well, I can’t say for sure, guess we should keep an eye on him for the rest of the day… But as for losing him… Actually, I think I might have an idea. Why don’t you… explain what we were talking about to him?” Weiss turned and swiftly walked out of the room, leaving Whitley and Winter alone for the first time.

Whitley panted, trying to catch his breath for another appeal now that Weiss had left him alone. Maybe he could finally explain what had actually happened. “W-Winter, I need to-”

Winter immediately cut him off. “Whitley, shut it. Allow me to be brutally honest with you. I was willing to put up with your… peculiarities before, but now that I know the depths of your… perversions, and that you’d be willing to subject your own sisters to it for whatever sick kick you thought you would get out of it… Well, me and Weiss have decided that until you’re ready to behave like a true Schnee man, you’ll be treated like the toy you wanted to become. It’s pretty hard to consider a tiny pervert to be a person, especially when they’re smaller than my foot. Until you’ve learned your lesson, Weiss will be the one to take you back to Beacon, and maybe she’ll be able to teach you how to behave. Clearly father has just been indulging you…” At this point Winter was droning on as she inspected a pawn she had picked up, informing of his new life for the foreseeable future without much interest in his reaction.

Whitley fell to his hands, depressed by how his sisters had apparently decided to treat him after sitting on him for the past half hour. He was so confused as to how his life had taken such a drastic turn in less than 24 hours that he failed to notice his sister leaning forward, starting to casually rest her body against the table… Until it was too late for him to move out of the way of the avalanche of his sister’s breasts collapsed onto him, Winter failing to notice that she had even touched the tiny man, continuing with her lecture on what he should learn from this experience.

The vibrations of Winter talking drove him into the table as he began to cry, realizing that his future now rested in the hands of a sister who had labelled him a pervert, and a sister who enjoyed lording her newfound power over him too much to give it up… both now over a hundred times his size. He was now so small that his sister’s breasts alone felt like a mountain crushing him.

Weiss entered the room, confused by seeing Winter talking to herself. “Uh… where’d he go?”

Winter looked confused for a minute, looking at the table… finally standing up, yet again Whitley was stuck to the bottom of Winter’s sizable curves, slowly peeling off and falling into Weiss’s outstretched hands, as she began to giggle at the sight.

Winter was less amused. “Whitley, was I not just explaining why you’re in this situation, and you decide to… try to grab a hold of my breasts? Honestly, this is pathetic.”

Weiss could easily imagine that’s not how it happened, but decided to let Winter draw her own conclusions. “You’ve got a point, Winter… But I think this should help us keep him where we want him.” She quickly brought her other hand to Whitley’s neck, revealing a chain attached to a… small, adjustable collar she seemed to have cut using some material and a tiny lock she had in her room. Whitley tried to push her fingers away, but with each one being longer than his entire body, she easily held him down as she looped the tiny collar around his neck snugly, tying a small loop before placing the tiny lock over it.

Whitley felt the collar around his throat with his hands, the material distressingly too thick for him to possibly rip, and too tight to wiggle free from unless he continued to drastically shrink… by which point he would be so small he probably wouldn’t be able to catch the attention of them even if they were searching for him. As horrible as the thought of his sisters dragging him around like a pet was, being lost in the carpet of his home to live on crumbs until some insect ate him was somehow an even worse proposition, so he would have to hold onto the collar either way. It was attached to a long chain, and Weiss gave him a tug with it, jerking him upright in her hands and forcing him to stand on his tippy-toes. The sight amused Weiss, making her let out a small giggle.

“Excellent idea, Weiss. That gives me an idea of my own, if you don’t mind…” Weiss dangled the end of the necklace, allowing Winter to grab it. Winter lifted it quickly, leaving Whitley to dangle helplessly from the collar, clinging desperately to the chain so that it didn’t choke him. Taking no notice of Whitley’s struggles, Winter lowered the loop over her head, leading to Whitley dropping with great force down on to the top of his sister’s massive breasts. Whitley was shook about as he crash-landed onto the mountains, gasping for breath as the collar finally went lax. Looking up, he saw a smirk on Winter’s face as she looked on his helpless form wriggling on top of them.

“Well Weiss, if you will excuse me, I’m afraid I still have a workout to do. I think our brother needs to learn the importance of self-improvement, so he’ll be coming along. Don’t worry, I’ll come see you just as soon as I’m done.” With that, Winter turned, sending Whitley flying towards the edge of her breasts, caught by the tough tug of his new collar before he fell off, which threatened to choke him until he crawled his way back up. Each step threatened to send him falling down as the land below him jiggled forcefully, already making his neck sore. Winter tugged the necklace off as she made it to her room, throwing him underneath her bed’s blankets.

“I need to get dressed for my run. Remember that this is to train you to be better, so if you try to peek out from there…” Her words practically dripped with venom. “I’ll drop you into a glass of wine and give it to mom. And I think we both know the likelihood of her noticing you…”

Whitley shivered, having no intentions of looking out, having given up on trying to convince her of his innocence until her mood had at least improved… something that was seeming increasingly unlikely. He heard the noises of clothes shifting about for a few minutes before he was yanked out again by the chain, left to dangle in the air.

Winter had changed into white shorts and a tank top, losing no time dropping the necklace chain over her neck again. She carelessly let Whitley fall between her breasts, the white material acting as a net. She looked down, frowning at the sight.

“Well… I don’t want you to enjoy this, but I can’t have someone seeing you… No, I suppose you won’t enjoy it for long, anyway. Go ahead and think of this as your first real exercise, since you always avoid exercising as much as possible.”

Winter lifted him by the chain, yanking the white fabric away from herself to reveal the cleavage of her bosom, the canyon between her breasts yawning wide to accept Whitley as he gazed down, horrified. Her perfectly smooth, pale flesh looked soft, but if she went on a run he knew those massive mounds would hammer him between them unrelentingly. Winter dropped him, sending him into a free fall, bouncing between her tits on the way down twice. Her already slightly damp breasts easily accepted him, causing him to slide deep between them until his collar caught him, choking him slightly. He grabbed the sides of her breasts, trying to lift himself up so he could breathe. This worked for a second…

Until she took her first step, the massive tits to both sides grinding against him before going into a small free fall, again yanking him tight against the chain. Every single step followed this pattern, a crushing weight smashing him between his sister’s massive tits before choking him. By the time Winter had gotten outside, his throat was sore and his entire body felt like it was on fire from trying unsuccessfully to get him air.

Winter took a deep breath of the fresh air, deciding to make it a fairly short run to ensure he wasn’t completely smashed, or shrank out of his new collar – two miles should do. Setting off on her jog, she let her mind clear of her irritation with her brother, instead focusing on the run.

Within Winter’s sports bra, the gargantuan wrecking balls of flesh jiggled in rhythm roughly to the left and right, vibrating and smashing Whitley’s tiny form as he tried to fight his way up for gasps of air. The massive mammaries were quickly warming up, trapping him in a warm pocket of his sister’s flesh… both of them had begun to sweat almost immediately due to the exertion, and Whitley was being practically water boarded by his clean but physically motivated sister’s sweat. His entire body was becoming sore from the battering he was taking from every direction, but Winter seemed to be showing no signs of slowing down…

Whitley was pummeled for what felt like an eternity, but in reality had only been a short run around his family’s property, less than 15 minutes. Finally the pendulum motion started to slow, and with a final thumping splat Winter’s tits came to a stop sandwiching Whitley deeper than ever, collar so tight he could barely breath or move as his sister climbed the steps into their home. She slowly made her way back to her room as he was tugged deeper while the flesh vibrated together. A few seconds after the door slammed closed, he was finally yanked up by the chain and thrown onto the bed. He sputtered, catching his breath on all fours, while Winter looked down on him with a disgusted face.

“Damn, Whitley, I knew you were in poor shape but there’s no reason you should be this pathetic. Honestly, that was the shortest run I’ve done in a week…” Winter blew a stray hair from her face, adjusting her top to fit better.

Whitley panted roughly, opening his mouth to speak… but dismayed when he could barely utter a squeak. It seemed his throat was so sore from being yanked and battered that he had lost his voice. Winter raised her eyebrows as she looked back down at him, not noticing the tiny squeak.

“Oh, are you starting to learn not to talk back, brother? Good, maybe these lessons will work after all… Well, good, then you can listen as I explain what you’re going to be doing the next few months. It’s not very feasible for me to keep you, and to be honest I don’t want to, so be thankful that Weiss is willing to take you with her to Beacon Academy. She seems confident that she and her friends can… give you your lessons without anyone finding out. So you’ll be going with her and not trying to run off, got it?” Winter looked down on him with her hands on her hips. When he failed to respond, she leaned down and gave him a hard flick with a finger. “It wasn’t a rhetorical question.”

Whitley shook his head in fear, and Winter nodded, grabbing his chain and yanking him back into the air, swinging him softly from it as she entered the hall and walked over to Weiss’s room. She gave the door a knock before entering.

“All finished packing up?” Winter nodded approvingly as she looked over Weiss’s packed luggage.

“Yeah, I have everything. The driver will be taking me to the station, so I should be all set. It’s a shame that mom is… indisposed.” Weiss frowned before shaking her head. “Oh, do you have our tiny brother?”

Winter held him up by the chain, limply dangling back and forth, causing Weiss to let out a giggle out how Winter had carried him over before accepting him into her hand. “Well, brother, say goodbye to Winter for now. I’ll have to hide you away for a bit, but don’t worry, you’ll be with me and my friends in no time!” She knelt down next to one of her bags, unzipping a pocket as she gave him a wink on the opposite side of her face from Winter, adding in a low tone: “Just like we were talking about at breakfast, little brother…”

Whitley’s jaw dropped, realizing that Weiss could have been planning for something like this from the start, but before he could do anything else he was shoved into the empty pocket and the exit was zipped closed, a small piece of the necklace caught in the zipper. His world inverted as the bag was picked up, and his entire world was juggled about as Weiss began making her way to the car, Winter grabbing her other bag to help.

Weiss finally stood outside her dorm room in Beacon, both nervous and excited. While traveling she had been unable to do anything to Whitley, of course, out of fear that he would find a way to make a scene or get away. Now that she was actually here, she was afraid that her teammates might think she was being too mean to her brother and want to help him, but they were bound to notice him sooner or later, so she was going to have to reveal him. Hoping for the best, she put her hand on the doorknob, opening it and stepping inside with her bags.

Inside, the other girls were relaxing on their beds, having already made it back from their vacations – Blake was quietly reading a book in her bunk, while Ruby was stuffing her face with some cookies she had probably stolen from the dining hall. Yang jumped from her bed, dressed in her gym attire and looking rather sweaty.

“Hey Weiss, welcome back!” She stepped closer to Weiss, opening her arms and drawing close for a hug, while Weiss wrinkled her nose at the sweaty scent of her teammate, stepping back to avoid getting soggy from the overly active girl. “Oh, yeah, guess I did just get done with working out, sorry. I guess I’ll let you at least unpack before I make you sweat it out with me.” Yang gave her a cheesy wink, settling for grabbing Weiss’s bag to help her move it to her bed.

“Hey, Weiss! Did your visit with family go well?” Ruby managed to ask between cookies as Yang set the bag down on Weiss’s bed.

“Well… Something like that…” Weiss was a bit thrown off by the group’s usual friendliness as she thought about a way to break her… news.

“…Yeah, it sure looks like it went just greaaaaat…” Blake remarked sardonically from her nook in the corner.

“Ohh, what’s this, looks like the princess has a gift from somebody…” Yang noticed a silver chain hanging out of Weiss’s bag, and unable to let a chance to tease the still somewhat snobby girl slip by, gave it a yank.

“W-wait-!” Weiss moved to stop Yang, but obviously was too late as the chain pulled Whitley out of the bag, sending him dangling in the air as Yang froze in confusion.

Whitley had slept the entirety of the trip, trying to recover his sore body from the torture his two sisters had managed to put him through within only a single day of being diminished, but was rudely awakened as he was flung about on the chain, nearly blinded by the bright lights of the large room. When his eyes adjusted, he saw a huge blonde girl staring at him with a dumbstruck face, a stray bead of sweat rolling down her forehead from her soaked hair. Her entire body seemed to radiate a sweaty and hormone filled air, clearly she had just finished working out, and enjoyed to push herself.

A half-eaten cookie dropped from the mouth of the red and black haired young looking girl on the opposite bed, looking similarly confused. A final set of eyes peeked down on him from above the edge of a book on the bunk above.

“Well, I… didn’t think you were the type to bring some kind of toy from home…” Yang managed to let out before Whitley began to flail on the end of the chain, causing her to drop it in shock. “W-what the…?”

Weiss cleared her throat, grabbing the attention of all three girls, deciding it was time to explain it the way she and Winter had thought would go best. “Well, girls, this is… My annoying little brother. He decided to use some of our family’s dust to try to catch a peak of me and my sister, so we decided that to teach him a lesson, he would be keeping his new size of choice. He’ll be staying with me here at Beacon, so I was actually hoping that you girls might help me teach him how to be a proper gentleman when I am unable.”

Whitley stood up on the bed, outraged that Weiss would hand him off to her ruffian friends on top of everything else she had already done. He didn’t have much hope of appealing to their reason, but maybe at least the young looking one would have some decency. “Th-that’s not really the whole-”

Yang’s eyes went wide at him speaking, immediately poking him with her pointer finger as if to check he was real, easily pushing him over. “Wow… He’s kind of a scrawny pipsqueak, huh? Don’t worry, Weiss, I know all about dealing with a gentleman. What’s up, short stuff?”

Ruby tossed the bag of cookies on her bed, drawn to the newest attraction in the room as her eyes practically shined. “Ohh, he’s so cute! How’d your brother get so tiny! Can I keep him as a pet?” Her crumb covered hands immediately homed in on Whitley’s face, giving it a poke before preceding to pet his short hair, rubbing the sizable cookie bits into it as she did. Whitley tried to push her lithe fingers away, but was unable to match up with even the seemingly youngest at his diminished size.

Blake gave him a disgusted gaze from afar, her large ribbon seemingly twitching despite her shown disinterest. “Gross. So you brought the perv to stay with us.”

Weiss smiled at her friends’ reactions, realizing that this might be easier than she had expected. “Well, we’re trying to teach him to be less of one, so if you notice him misbehaving then don’t be afraid to deal with him appropriately.”

Whitley, having had enough of Ruby’s grubby fingers rubbing his hair and face, attempted to roll away before leaping off the bed, desperate to get away by any means possible. Ruby tried to catch the chain, but he fell too quickly as he immediately realized what a terrible decision he had made, plummeting towards the floor.

He landed face-first with a wet thud in an unknown place, but the disgusting ooze that came from the floor’s surface quickly coated his face. He sat out, trying to spit the gunk from his mouth. A bright neon yellow assaulted his eyes from all directions, every surface oozing the cheesy scent of someone’s foot sweat, and grayish grime coating every bit of his body that had made contact with the large cave. An even worse stench emanated from deeper in, and he looked up in desperation trying to find a way to escape this hellscape. Above two faces grinned at him in amusement, framed from the opening of the shoe – the relatively innocent, bemused smile of the red haired girl, and the toothy grin of the yellowed haired girl, who burst out laughing.

“Hahaha! Wow little guy, you must be pretty desperate to spend time with me if you’re willing to go anywhere near my workout shoes after I just finished working out! I guess I could do a couple more sets if you’re that excited…” The amused faces were suddenly eclipsed by a dingy gray sock looming over the shoe entrance. The toes were wiggling and splaying in front of him, as if excited to make contact. The funky odor quickly multiplied as it approached, causing him to shiver in fear.

The chain yanked Whitley, dragging him roughly along the entire of the shoe, giving him a carpet burn as he was yanked upwards, scraping between the soaked sock and shoe to freedom, leaving him dangling in the air between the two girls, marked by the yellow one’s feet.

“Yang, don’t be so mean to the cute little guy! You’re probably scaring the poor thing… It’s okay little guy, I’ll try to be nice to you.” Ruby gave him a smile, though it would have been more convincing had she not seemed so amused by him being in that death trap a few seconds ago…

“Hey, relax Ruby, I was just teasing him. If he’s gonna be staying with us he has to be ready for me to ‘sock’ it to him, eh, eh?” Yang let out a snort of laughter at her own pun.

Whitley was horrified at the thought of having to spend any time with this ‘Yang’ ruffian, if she was so care-free dealing with him now, whatever she could imagine in private would only be worse… and she clearly had no self-restraint.

Ruby caught him in her hand, bringing him up to look her in the eye, she brought him directly in front of her large face, only an inch away. “Aww, you’re so cute little guy, I just wanna keep you forever!” Her hot breath washed over him, the stinking reek of morning breath and sweetness of cookies mixing into a miasma of funk as it washed over him, while Ruby gave him a ‘small’ squeeze on the cheek, painfully pinching half his face and turning it red as he tried to crawl as far from her hand and mouth as possible. “I’ll get some cute outfits for you soon, don’t worry!” Her booming voice shook him in more ways than one. At first Ruby had seemed the most friendly choice, but between trying to retain what shred of dignity he might have and the seemingly carefree demeanor, he wasn’t sure she would be much better.

“Well either of you can have first crack at him…” The seemingly disinterested girl was still giving him the stink-eye from above, ribbon twitching strangely. It was clear from her attitude she wouldn’t be helping, and something about her made him feel that she already didn’t think too highly of him.

Weiss watched all of this unfolding with a sadistic glee, realizing that her friends would be able to torture her stuck up brother worse than she could just by being themselves. “Well I can see that you’ll be able to teach Whitley a thing or two pretty easily. I still have to settle in, so Ruby and Yang, it’s up to you two who gets to hold him for the next day.”

Ruby and Yang gave each other a competitive look, and Ruby casually tossed Whitley behind her onto the bed, more interested in beating her sister than anything else at the moment. “There’s only one way to settle this, Yang…”

“Rock, paper, scissors!” Yang shouted, as the two began to move their hands rapidly.

Whitley sat up, rubbing his head from the impact as he tried to figure out what was happening – unable to see the girls’ hands. Ruby cheered, falling backwards onto the bed, directly onto Whitley before he could move out of the way, crushing him with her body’s full force as she landed ass-first on the bed, making his bones creak under the pressure under her pajama-covered ass. While smaller, the energetic girl had absolutely no control. After a few seconds of confusion, she was able to find the chain, dragging him from under her ass unceremoniously.

“Hey little guy, there you are! I’ll be holding onto you for a while, so…” Ruby tossed the chain over her head, proudly wearing her new friend as he lands against her fluffy black top. “Now, I don’t want to lose you, so you’ll be going with me everywhere when I keep you…” As the girl began to babble endlessly, Whitley noticed with disgust that the chain kept him well within the range of her awful breath. He was already wishing that his sister had kept him for herself, but instead he would get to learn every possible detail about her friends first-hand… starting with the energetic young girl. He gave Weiss a pleading look, but she just smiled back, smugly.

He had been officially demoted to being nothing more than a toy for his sister and her energetic friends.