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She shouldn’t be doing this. She knows that. But in her (very flimsy) defense, this was almost like a sign from the universe. Real life doesn’t just give you chances like this. And besides, it’s largely pretty much harmless overall, isn’t it?
And it’s not exactly like Penny minds .
Penny had looked kinda like a marionette with her strings cut when Ruby had come into her room, dropped limply on the floor like a toy and left there. As far as Ruby could tell, the hinge or some other support on the “arm” that held Penny upright on her charging platform built into the corner of the room had quit, causing Penny to collapse in her “sleep,” sprawling ungracefully on the floor beside the charger. Ruby had been concerned at first, of course, as any good friend would be, when she’d heard the crash. But when Penny had seemed okay… well, her mind had started wandering.
Ruby would be the first to admit that it should feel weird to be touching and kissing someone who wasn’t kissing back. But, it’s not the first time that she’s done this, honestly. She’s always been socially awkward, and uncertain about things mostly relating to sex and romance, and she knows that. Her dad and uncle had always seemed… uncomfortable discussing those topics when she had questions, and Yang hadn’t seemed uncomfortable , she had seemed either just as uncertain as she was, or simply like she didn’t want to talk about it. Maybe it was that they didn’t know how to talk about it with someone… like Ruby. Probably not because they didn’t want to, she knows her family and she knows that her uncle, especially, has always told them they should always ask questions, but because they knew that their experiences were probably so different, and they needed to think about what they were going to say.
It’s led to Ruby sometimes… investigating on her own.
It had started mostly as sheer curiosity though, she’s always been fascinated with other girls’ bodies: different kinds of girls, especially girls that aren’t like her. She hadn’t noticed it slowly turning from innocent interest to a way for her to work through feelings she’s, even now, still too shy to talk about with other people. Penny was a very different type of girl than Ruby was, as far as Ruby herself knew, so the fascination angle was there, of course, but she knew without a doubt that the reason she was lingering for so long was because she liked Penny. And really, the more she thinks about it, the more she’s sure that Penny would understand what she was doing if she was “awake” and aware. She’s learned that Penny is usually pretty accepting of people using concepts she doesn’t have any experience with as explanations for things regardless, but if she explained the biological need, she’s sure that Penny would be okay with this.
Penny also doesn’t stir like anyone else Ruby has ever… “explored.” Even if they didn’t wake up, they at least made sounds, or moved, or something . If nothing else, they were at least breathing. But Penny doesn’t do any of those things. And rather than discourage Ruby, it just makes her braver. All possibility of being caught and ruining her friendship was completely removed. So, emboldened, Ruby finally abandons the shy groping of Penny’s chest through her blouse, and while this part isn’t new, it crosses her mind that she’ll need to be careful about the “cleanup.” Penny doesn’t toss and turn, and she doesn’t change for “bed,” so her clothes will need to be put back exactly. It occurs to her to snap a picture on her scroll, for reference, that always helped her out when her dad rearranged the kitchen. So, she does, fumbling her scroll out of the pocket of her sleep pants and taking an admittedly-blurry picture of Penny’s unconscious body.
Reference photo out of the way, Ruby reaches up to undo the buttons on Penny’s blouse and the front panel of her jumper, untucking her blouse from her skirt and pushing the unbuttoned garments out of the way to expose Penny’s body to open air. Once she’s got Penny’s clothes open, Ruby is strangely surprised to discover that Penny has nipples. Airbrushed, but still. And her breasts have got some give, but not much, they’re a bit too perky, actually, like Weiss’. Her torso has seams in it, and when Ruby reaches to touch Penny’s stomach, she discovers that Penny’s skin is… deceptively soft. It’s fascinating to her, really, even though she’s sure that her skin is just made of some type of soft plastic. It’s soft in pretty much the same way that Weiss’ had been. Especially back at Beacon, that first time that Ruby had come back from the bathroom late at night and seen Weiss asleep on her bed, blanket tossed to one side and showing her arms and legs off to anyone walking by. She had no calluses, no weird bumps or nicks or scratches, no soft bristling or prickliness of hair. Ruby knows now that that last thing had to do with Weiss having had laser hair removal, but still.
Ruby lets out a breath, shifting uncomfortably at the pressure in her groin, confined by her sleep pants. The “women’s cut” she’d been issued (why can't clothes just all be unisex?) left her with less room in the crotch than she needed, but she hadn’t asked for a replacement pair. She abandons Penny’s torso to travel downward, pushing the hem of Penny’s skirt up to her hips to expose the little bit of skin that makes up her thighs above the armored parts of her legs. She finds that, in addition to having no nipples, Penny also has no genitals of any kind, or any other openings. It’s just smooth there, like a doll. Okay, not much she can do here. Besides, she isn’t really sure that she’d be able to do anything like that anyway. She never has, not while “exploring,” though she’s gotten close.
So, she turns her attention back to Penny’s breasts. They’re looking like the safest option, since she’s pretty sure Penny’s mouth, which isn’t really fully closed but it’s mostly closed, probably works on a hinge and Ruby doesn’t want to force it open and risk breaking that hinge. It’s not really like Weiss or anyone else in that she could gently pinch their nose closed to force them to open their mouth, since Penny doesn’t breathe. And she doesn’t want to take Penny’s gloves off to use her hands, or leave them on and risk ruining them. Besides, as far as she’s aware, that’s Penny’s only pair, and it’s not a great-feeling fabric anyway. Not ideal.
Ruby peels off her sleep pants, kicking them off after pushing them down her legs, freeing her dick from its fleece prison. She doesn’t have much, or anything really, in the way of lube, but she wells up a particularly juicy mouthful of spit and lets it fall out of her mouth between Penny’s breasts, where she sort of rubs it into the plastic of Penny’s skin to slick it up as much as possible before she fits her dick into the space. She pushes Penny’s breasts together around her, breaths shallow and shuddering as the softness envelopes her dick. Her little thrusts are short, more like weak twitches, and most of the contact comes from her use of Penny’s chest in a stroking motion. She’s only ever done this with, frankly, bigger tits than Penny’s, so it takes her a moment to get a good enough grip on them to allow her to work effectively. But she manages.
It feels nice as she moves, almost as nice as warm, organic tissue would be under her trembling hands and wrapped around her dick. She keeps her pace even at first, slowly stroking herself, trying to make it last: she doesn’t get the chance to take her time like this when she’s “exploring,” so she wants to draw it out as long as she can. But unfortunately, she can’t maintain the lazy pace for long, and after a couple of minutes, she picks up speed, whimpering and sighing as she goes.
The end actually comes up on her faster than it ever had before, which surprises her. It has her gasping as her body tenses and her toes curl and she falls partway forward, hips rutting against Penny’s chest as her dick twitches and spits onto Penny’s plastic flesh, her fingers digging into Penny’s breasts and holding them tightly around her. She pants as she relaxes, letting the tension melt out of her body as she slides sideways off of Penny and lands on her butt on the floor.
She only lets herself sit for a couple of minutes, though. She can’t let anything dry on Penny’s skin, so she tugs off her own shirt and turns it inside out to wipe up the mess. It feels gross to put it back on, but that’s the price she pays for this. She puts Penny’s clothes back as neatly as she can, making sure all the buttons are done up right and her shirt is tucked back into her skirt and everything. It takes her longer than it should, because she’s so worried about getting it wrong, but she manages, and eventually, stands up on wobbly legs, tucking herself back inside of her sleep pants.
Penny would understand. She’s sure of it.