WCNCA - 05 Outsmarted master by DivJustice

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The night was dressed in black as the stars lit up like flares from afar to light the world as the Sun had set. The wind howled gently and the scene almost broke the contradiction he was feeling in his heart. The ominous danger that was out there for those who were different. Long in th history of the world, time and time again Humanity had lashed out and damaged the very core of his kind. It was documented when they were enslaved at the Island of Meneagary, during the Equal Rights War when General Lagoon had failed to make note of his enemy's strengths and when the White Fang had risen to power. He could still remember when he was young and first heard of the White Fang, Faunus that were designed as peace keepers and reason with humanity. And still he remembered how discrimination was everywhere, expelled Faunus from society. With the traces of long ago resurfacing. Like animals they were caged and terminated. It starts with identification, then it becomes isolation when they lock you up and contain the population. Final step, would be termination. The loss of dozens had already fueled his anger, but when he himself was also targeted by this, he vowed not to be subdued by it. He would survive. He stayed in the shadows, worked his body and mind to become a survivor. Yet, without light, there can't be no darkness. That's when he crossed her path. This young girl, at the front of every White Fang rally, screaming her lungs out for equality and rights. It was strange, someone so small to fight so hard. Naturally, as one would expect, he tried not to get involved, until she got in trouble. He was a survivor, he stayed back and didn't care for anything other then himself living on, but even he had to step into the light when small kids are involved. No one messes with children. In the end, he promised to train her, to mentor her through the tough calls in life, wielding a weapon like an extension of herself and become stronger.

It's at this point he heard her approaching stride. He had been sitting on his meditation mat as he was enjoying in the tranquility of the night next to the chaos of his mind at war. He looked over his shoulder as she smiled at him, approaching from the tree lines. He remembered how they became more then just student and mentor, they influenced one another and became bonded by war and life. He used to be a selfish survivor and she a youthful optimist that tried to save everything through conversation. He had learned her how to fight and survive, she had sparked his desire to rid the world of this discrimination. He even had become leader, just to save those who would later be forced through his own suffering at humanity's hand. However, despite her attempts, he would always take a more violent way. Human's only language they understood. And despite her not liking it, his methods worked. Faunus were treated better, just out of fear from the retaliation of his organization. His revolution had begun and was taking a very promising stride to betterment of the world.
But she still walked towards him, her voice soft as she spoke and he responding with his more kinder voice, one he rarely used. The bow on her head somewhat irritating him but that was somewhat fair as his mask irritated her. They were similar, yet different. Two sides of the same coin, polar opposites.
'Hey'
'What's up? I wasn't aware you were here at this time'
'Well, you thought wrong'
'You're going to come with me during the raid?'
'We're a team, remember?'
'I remember you're not able to beat me'
'I was waiting for that, bet I can prove you wrong'
'Really now?'

Ada stood up, Wilt resting in Blush who was eager for a fight. She smiled at him and drew her own blade. And so a friendly spar would start that held very surprising answers to several questions. He always allowed her the opening, as that seemed fair given the difference in skill. So she attacked, rushing at him with weapon high. He smirked and wrapped his fingers on Wilt's hilt and prepared. Her sword came low and he drew his own blade in a rapid block, stone walling her rush. She backed off with a withdrawing slash, one he evaded by a simple side step, only for her to engage again. He smiled as he blocked her again, simply repeating the previous part a few times already gave indication he was winning. Her style was improving, sure, but she still had nothing on him. He kept a defensive posture for a few more seconds, blocking and parrying her strikes, before he decided it was enough and he would show her she still had much to learn. Re-sheathing Wilt before he drew cut with Wilt and attacked his apprentice. It had taken months for her to even remotely come close to blocking and even longer to parrying this attack. So he was slightly taken aback by her ducking underneath and evading. She was faster then last spar, something that was interesting to him. His red blade overshot her, cleaving through the air as she crouched, leaving him open as she swept her own blade upwards. Adam rotated to his right, using the momentum of the swing of his weapon to evade, coming out of the swing with another swing, which she blocked. Even though she slid back a few inches due to his strength. Adam stared at her, both locked in a bind as he stood next to her, his back to her front. He could see her arms tremble in a desperate attempt to hold her own. He sighed, leaving the bind and stepping back a bit, which she found puzzling.
'Have you forgotten my teachings at this age already?'
'Excuse me?'
'What did I say about meeting stronger opponents head to head?'
'I managed to evade your attack didn't I?'
'Perhaps, but you also stood there to take the attack, you should have done something else instead'
'Sorry'
'I'm only trying to teach you...'
'I KNOW how to fight. Trust me'
'Alright, let's see you deal with this!'

He drew back, entered his signature stance: leaning forwards with his right foot in front, grabbing hold of Wilt that was safely sheathed back into Blush, while he stared down on his student. Then he demonstrated the top of his capabilities, drawing his blade and swinging it out to sent a white hot slash of air out and re-sheathing it quickly again. A furry of motion attack he was specialized in. He was quick and skill enough to strike droplets of water and get done before you blink. He had even managed to strike four Grimm in a single stroke. His attacks, so fast they seemed like one. And yet, she blocked all three. Or rather, he struck a Shadow of her as she lept from above and over his attacks. He had to admit, that was impressive. Yet despite the showings of impressive evasive maneuvers, even managing to pull of a danger close slash at his neck, he partially drew out his blade to catch her attack, but regardless, he was indeed impressed at her natural use of Semblance. He would have made a note of it, if he hadn't done so long ago when she performed a masterful display of it. She never really actively used him. Not in this kind of way, a creative use of the tools at her disposal. There they stood, he with his sword half drawn, her sword of black material biting his own red blade, her feet in balance, her body in sync wit her thoughts. A perfect student to his teachings. So, he began hatching a sneaky play. He had always told her to control the engagement and by that he also meant the mental battlefield. Smirking at her, he shot a vocal retort, hoping to gain a higher ground.

'You'll have to try harder, my darlin'...'
'I'm glad you proposed...'
Unknown to Adam, she let small particles of a black dust drop between her fingers, particles that she had been holding in secret of her teacher. As Adam noticed the black dusty components dropping on his face, he had already taken several in with his breathing and therefor doomed himself. The particles were small pheromones harvested from the Mistral Dreamer Flower, a flower that was used for medicine by inducing vivid dreams that could restrain or even paralyze the person if he took to much into his system. For a second, he was curious as to how she had managed to obtain the pheromones, before he was wondering what was going to happen. A deep and dark shadow sprang from her form and engulfed all he could see, a blanket of thick dark mist coating the field he was sparring with his student. The girl disappearing from his sight as everything became blurred and dull. He had been infected with many toxins and many poisons before, yet nothing came close to the dulled sense he had now. As if someone fed him drunk, spiked his drink with anesthetics and blew paralytic dust in his face combined. How he was moving was only because of his strong will and over-classing warrior's will. No matter how strong, his senses would not dull. Even though he could feel himself become susceptible to whatever would come up. His eyes focusing on the black ocean that had nested on his eyes.
The shadows around him sprang to life and attacked him, dual wielding weapons and lashing out for the kill. He smiled as his weapon roared with thunderclaps and spat out his blade, decapitating one shadow that just vanished into thin air. His blade wove an intricate web of slashes, stabs and parries, showing once again how great he was when Wilt was hungry for flesh and Blush was eager to express love. His sword sliced, his hunting rifle and also sheath of his sword, barking out clouds of hail to attack. His defense near perfect, his awareness optimal and his focus spot on. Nothing could stand in his way. Other then a sly shadow tendril that lashed on to both of his feet, like a lasso grabbing and binding his ankles together and sending him falling backwards on the floor. The shock knocking Blush from his left hand and leaving him with just his sword. Instantly, his left hand was also caught in a weird shapeless stream of black shadows as he fought on with just one hand. Yet he was losing, he could feel it. The black mist beginning to crawl up his legs, binding them from ankles up to his knees, the caught arm being pulled sideways and trying to bring his back down to the ground completely. Adam kept fighting, every fiber of his body wanting to keep on trying to break free. He had never been shackled like this and he refused to let this be the start. His sword began glowing, the red steel generating energy from his Aura. He slashed vertically, and a small crescent shaped energy form of white was sent out and hacked a bunch of it apart, only for a slender tendril to lash on to his neck.

The sudden effect of his neck being lassoed, coupled with a timely tug at his left hand, completely forced him down. Hitting the ground hard with his head and being dazzled for a fraction of a second was all he needed to lose. The shadows grabbed hold of his other hand, the blade still held by his fingers. He refused to let go of Wilt as that was his only hope of surviving. His legs caught, his left arm stretched and all efforts focused on not letting go of his hilt, yeah, he had been better. He was so focused on his blade, he barely noticed the shadows poking at him. Until one particularly sly tendril slipped underneath his shirt and caressed his side. His body betrayed him as all ounce of fight was drained from his body. The caress was gentle to a kind he was not used to and that's what caused his body to tense at first before relaxing completely. Adam cursed aloud as he felt the shadows tighten their grip. The tendril on his side was reinforced by two more, one to copy the first at his other side, the third swirling gently around his belly. Adam's harsh face, his burning will to escape and his desire to resist, seemed to crumble hard. Shaking his head to get the feeling from his mind, trying whatever he remembered from his training to stay calm. That's when the caressing turned into torture. The strokes became more erratic, less gentle. The tips feeling like something sharp without cutting his skin. The quill of a feather being used to write over his sides. Instinctively, he bit down and locked his mouth, aware he would lose this fight. Yet it was his nature to resist. He kept working to resist, feeling the tendrils at his arms having trouble to hold him down. The quills weren't aiding him though, the idea of a childish thing such as this tickling being used to break him, actually enforced his warrior mentality. He resisted it's tickly intentions and drove his strength up. He would not break! That's when he broke free with his hands and began slicing at the tendrils again. One of the tickler tendrils had been made to pay for their insolence before he worked on the one around his neck. A fraction of a second, he believed he could win.
That's when a horrible sense of awareness hit him like a big steel truck. He rose from the ground to swing his blade overhead, when several tendrils lashed on to his black jacket and pulled it of him, leaving only his red shirt and gloves. In reflex for his jacket, he released his blade and was instantly caught again. He scoffed, cursing at his foolish action. But he was stuck. Pulled back down on the ground with both hands strapped down above his head. His horns barely missing his hands, mask strapped on perfectly, gloves perfectly on and that's all. His legs were all gulped up by the shadows, his chest was being stalked by several tendrils he couldn't count. Odd, the mask he wore for safeguarding his identity, was now a make shift blindfold, as he could only stare upwards. The tendrils slithered underneath his shirt and began tickling some more, working over his ribs, playing merry go round with his belly and poked at his armpits. Adam hadn't felt anything like this in a long time. His resistance to the laughter boiling up was already crippling down fast, despite his strength increasing to fight back. He pulled, he tried to break free, his heart bounding wild with adrenaline and the determination of not being broken. He would bend, but never break! The desire to not give in, the continuous tickling that kept sending wave upon wave of laughter to the closed teeth of his lips, all added to Adam's will to endure. He would laugh his heart out, if he wasn't stubborn enough to fight it. He could barely hold it in, something he was quite happy about. Until the tendrils began glowing slightly and the tips began sharper. No more quills, now they were nails. Claws were more like it. Raking and tormenting his flesh, stroking patterns of his slightly muscular belly and abs, tracing the form and over the surface sending the nerves ablaze. He burst into laughter. Laughter that was animalistic, rough and wild. Like a wolf howling at the moon right after a feral bark at a rival. A sound some would want to shut up, a sound a select few loved to hear. During his wild laughter, a shape became clearer, feminine body with slender features and feline form. Adam's eyes, hidden behind the Grimm mask, widened as he realized what had happened, but as a stubborn man as he was, he refused to surrender to her.

'Look at is, teacher all trapped'
Adam snarled between laughter. Pulling at his limbs to try and escape, not that it mattered as he was no closer to break free then before. She smiled mysteriously and moved to his red soled boots. Again, his eyes widened but his body didn't show any kind of emotion apart from the wild laughter of tickling. She gently pulled on his laces, something that would have sent his heartbeat into a rapid war-drum call to arms, if it wasn't already racing from the torment inflicted upon his body. His body trembling and shocking as his nerves were on fire, with anticipation of something worse boiling beneath the surface as he felt the firm hold of his boots loosen up. The defense they would provide and the strength they harboured in a fight, were so softly and slowly removed that it drove the tickling instantly up a notch on the torment meter. Only to freeze completely when the poof of two heavy boots dropping on the floor echoed passed his laughter and sending him into the natural reaction of flight or fight. And flight wasn't an option. She purred, gently kneeling at his feet and smiling at him again. Her fingers already wiggling as he tried his hardest not to show his turmoil. But she had done this before and she knew his fabric, emblem engraved socks would defend him slightly. So why would she be so happy? The answer? Because she was a sadistic one at that...
She smiled again, her slender fingers gently caressing the edge of where the fabric stopped and his skin started. Pulling the fabric back and peeling it backwards until it slipped past his heel. That's when her fingertips and nails began toying with the sensitive nerves hiding underneath. With that happening, he shut everything out, his laughter halted instantly as her fingers teased his ankles. For a brief moment he was able to shut everything out, the laughter clawing at his teeth like wild Grimm on a city wall. Her fingers stopped and planted their nails on his heels, pulling upwards and slipping the socks all the way up to his toes. He was in trouble, shaking violently and having laughter slip through the corners of his lips. He wanted to close his eyes but forced them to stay open. Having his eyes open would ultimately lessen the strength of her fingers. There she remained, dragging her nails up and down his soles a couple times, getting a good feel of the feet of her mentor. For a second he wondered how it was possible that she snook up on him, failing to remember she had been able to do that twice before. Her fingers reeled up again, for the fifth time. He could barely hold on, laughter becoming more and more permanent a part of his expression. She looked at him with playful malice, the same kind a cat does when she spots an easy prey. Ripping both socks of with her teeth at once, her fingers danced into action as she raked and played his feet like an instrument. The tendrils, making it seem as if there were snakes wiggling underneath his shirt, hadn't stopped working their magic on his skin but upped their pace right when her fingers attacked his soles. His laughter broke free, louder and wilder then it had been before. A few seconds he accepted it, leaning back as his body was filled with the endorphine enducing laughter. Before he roared to life and began fighting back as hard as he could. Lucky that this wasn't rope as his wrists would be bleeding from his resistance, his legs and feet kicking what little they could. He couldn't just sit there and take it. He tried as hard as he could, failing again and again. His voice slightly hoarse and eyes closed, increasing the effect on his body. He needed more strength, his sword inches out of reach.
Yet despite all the torment inflicted upon his flesh, reddening from the stimulation, the light headed feeling as his laughter and lack of air began doing a number on his resistance, he still resisted the urge to break. He was out of breath, lungs aching for air and body sore from resisting and exhausted from laughter, but he wasn't giving up. Red cheeks, sore throat, he clung to his consciousness, refusing to give in. Something she also noticed.
'Don't feel like breaking? Well, luckily I know the true weakness...'
The Tickling slowed down to gentle caressing again, slow and steady having a go at his nerves. He took this grateful moment to breath in deeply and regain his composure. Sure he would break free now after a breather, until she showed him she was right. Her hands caressing his soles gently and softly, rubbing the exhaustion from his nerves. He felt conflicted. His body was feeling sore and the more gentle tickling was a welcome change of pace, to recover and fight himself free. Yet it was her subtle and kind way of working his feet now that truly drove him mental. He couldn't believe his mind as he was actively enjoying it. She had indeed pieced it together, the harder one tried to break him, the more he would bend and retaliate. Yet this was working better then he had ever imagined. The gentle nature of the tickling, the kind actions of her massaging fingers at his feet. He felt a sigh of a very old and rare emotion hit him: pleasure and bliss. Yet he managed to fight it down. Taking a lot of mental energy that was sapped from him completely. Then, as if on queue, she licked his feet. He shivered from head to toe, or vice versa he couldn't tell, exhaled in deep relief and hidden joy before he felt all his tension spring free and sinking away in a deep and warm feeling inside. All this, from one single lick. He couldn't see her face, but if he could, he knew he was in trouble.
The taste, the texture, the way his body betrayed him, infused her with a weird lust. Her eyes focusing on his feet the way she focused on fish, she wanted more. A second he wasn't sure what to expect, until the lick he felt became a frequent and eager lapping. Her soft tongue licking deeply at his feet. His body getting warmer and trembling more with bliss then he had ever felt. Each lick also increasing the depth of his trembling. Shivering as if he was caught in a winter storm, while his body felt warmer then the summer sun. All made worse when he felt her lips encase and seal of two of his toes and gently suckle them, working her tongue between them. The effect of this sent his body into a sense of really REALLY deep pleasure. Which was both embarrassing and confusing as it was amazing and desirable. Her tongue increasing the frequency of the trembling of his body, which was borderline violent now. He couldn't control himself, his cheeks blushing deep red. The confusion, the pleasure and perhaps the idea of being with her again despite all he had done, broke him down completely. His body shutting down from the overload he was tickled into and finished of with a kind gesture he never imagined would work. Everything began shifting to black as she rose up from a final kiss.

'Finally got ya, Adam. Blake won this round...'

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You were expecting Amber? BUT IT WAS ME, ADAM! 
After the mandatory JoJo reference I imagine what you might be thinking: "But Divjustice, you were supossed to bring balance to the RWBY tickle-fandom, not to destroy it with F/M art!" Actually, by drawing Adam Taurus I offer some balance, considering this might be one of the few, if not the only, pictures of men from that show being tickled.
Thus this ends the WCNCA bundle. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

Adam Taurus and any character mentioned are copyrighted by Rooster Teeth.

Fun facts;
-Tentative name: "You are not Amber!"
-Before having read te story, I drew Adam's reference with two possible eyes on a an aside. Because I didn't know whether DarkSaquille would want him with or without a mask.
-This should have been uploaded a week ago. I could come up with excuses such as the streamings took much of my time. But in reality I was delaying me drawing /M art. Which is not my cup of tea.
-In fact, subconsciously I was reading the story I was expecting a kind of reversal on the situation.
-But at the same time the idea of imagining your reactions when you found out it's not Amber... Priceless XD
-On that regard, DarkShaquille said, not word by word, that if you wanted Amber and not Taurus that's what commissions are for.
-Although the first compossition on this one was tough and I realised I'm too used at drawing females. I should include more guys...as lers if possible.