A RWBY Age Regression/Age Progression Story

 

Yang looked to her mother in disbelief, a scowl starting to mar her features. Her blue eyes glinted as they narrowed, and for a moment the only sound in the glade was that of a soft breeze. It fluttered Yang’s golden locks, but didn’t seem to have any effect on Raven’s unkempt dark mane.

“So what? You’re magic now?” Yang asked at length, still glowering at the older woman. She’d always wondered how the woman had managed to look so youthful, in stark contrast to her brother.

“It’s complicated.” Raven spoke dismissively, as Yang had expected. Raven was even less of a talker than she was a mother, which in and of itself was rather remarkable.

“So what?” Asked the blond, clenching her fists. “Complicated enough to keep you from Dad? From me?”

“Don’t.” Her mother replied simply, an unexpected edge to her tone. It didn’t deter Yang in the slightest.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t talk like you know me. Everything I’ve done has been for the good of-”

“Some bandits.” Yang interrupted. A trickle of crimson crept into her eyes, and she struggled to blink it away. “And you ignored your family while you did.”

“Family? You think you know about family, with your broken father and a girl who’s only your half-sister?” Raven crooned mockingly, a sardonic disbelief written on her features. She always knew how to irritate people, and Yang was no exception.

“Okay, talk about me however you want.” Yang clenched her fists harder, and her bracelets unwound around her fists. Metal slid against metal as they reconfigured into a pair of gauntlets, large bore shotshells racking into place. “Talk about Dad that way too.”

Raven arched an eyebrow at the motion, but didn’t reply with words. Instead, her fingers curled around the haft of her own weapon, tugging her blade free of its sheath. Though her stance was casual, Yang noticed the woman’s muscles tensing.

“I don’t care.” Yang yanked her arms behind herself, then punched them forward. The motion cocked the twin shotguns nestled alongside her wrists, and she met her mother’s gaze. Her eyes swam with red, matching her mother’s crimson stare. “But Ruby? Never. Again.”

“Or what? She’s not your family. I am.” Raven spoke with a smirk. She opened her mouth to continue, but an explosive shell thundered against her slender frame. Then another, and another, and another still.

Yang screamed as she punched at the air, discharging her full magazine in one go. Spent shells pattered against the grass as she blindly into the smoke, aiming at the silhouetted figure lit by the flares of detonation.

It looked like the woman was… Yawning? Yang roared, diving into the cloud.

Raven dismissed it with a wave of her hand, her sword flicking up and easily catching her daughter’s gauntlet with its tip. She twitched her wrist gently, and the weapon detached from Yang’s hand. “You know that I’ve been looking over you all this time.”

Yang pulled back, gritting her teeth and using her naked arm to rack a new chain of shells into place. This wasn’t good, Yang knew that. She might be a capable student, but she was a student nonetheless. Her mother had long ago graduated from her academy, meaning that she was gifted with the same skills, plus a wealth of experience.

“Which means that I know how your weapons work, how you fight. Give it up, you’re outclassed.” Raven lowered her stance as she spoke, and Yang realized she was about to go on the attack.

The blonde frantically searched her mind for what to do. Her usual attacks were useless, and she hadn’t taken enough damage for her natural gift to work. With her semblance of reflecting damage gone, all she really had were hopes and harsh language.

Yang didn’t even see Raven move. It was like she’d blinked, and Raven had moved beside her, sheathing her sword with a quiet click. Then a maelstrom of slashes finally connected with Yang, and she fell to the ground, hoarsely gasping for breath as her aura flickered.

So… That was it. Her aura, her barrier against attack, was depleted. She knew Raven wouldn’t strike her again, but she also knew that she couldn’t fight without it. Yang didn’t even react as the numerous cuts splintered her other gauntlet, its unfired shells splitting and pouring gunpowder onto the earth beneath her.

“Give up? Had enough of your little tantrum?” Raven leaned in close to Yang’s ear as she spoke.

Yang didn’t meet her gaze, looking to her hands. How long had they been shaking for? “You win. Again. You never pull your punches.”

“Because I know you can take them.”

“No.” Now Yang did look up, the red draining from her eyes, washed away by tears. “Because you’re not my family. And you never will be.”

Raven paused, and a multitude of unfamiliar expressions passed across her face. Then she settled back into the rigid neutral expression she so often wore. “You know what? Fine. If that’s what you want, so be it.”

Yang scoffed, rocking back and falling from her knees onto her backside. “What? You’re disowning me?”

“Not quite.” Raven smiled now, a chilling expression that sent a trickle of fear down Yang’s back. The girl looked to her mother, trying to search her expression for some hint of what the woman was doing. All she could tell was that Raven was making some sort of gesture with her right hand.

Then the hand began to glow, and Yang felt distinctly unwell. It was like a fever had overcome her body, her muscles aching wearily as her mind fogged over. The girl wobbled, pressing a hand against her hair, brushing it through her golden locks.

“What do… You… Ugh, I don’t feel right…” Yang grunted, looking to her hands, then her arms. Her sleeves were closer to her elbows than she remembered, and she tugged at them, startled by how loose they were. “I don’t know what’s happening…”

“Of course you don’t. You’re just a child.”

Yang looked up to her mother in confusion, then followed the woman’s gaze back to her own chest. She watched as her ample bosoms began to shrink, receding into herself. She could feel it happen, feel the fat being sucked from her mammaries, moving to her cheeks and her thighs.

“Aah! My br… Brea…” The word wouldn’t come to her. “Boobies! What did you just do? Why am I shrinking?” Yang wailed, swindling further into her clothing. Her left sleeve slipped past a shoulder that was much smaller than it had been a few moments ago.

“As I said. A child.”

“Hnnhgh! Nnno! Please, stop this!” Tears dewed at Yang’s eyes as her fingers shrank back into her palms, a childlike pudge settling along her entire frame. Her hair was receding into her skull as well, as though it had never been grown in the first place.

Raven scowled. “Don’t talk to me. You know what? Don’t even talk.”

“Abah guh bwee!” Yang babbled, eyes widening in panic as she dwindled further, down to the size of a toddler. Her scarf hung very loosely along her neck and she pawed at it, using it to wipe her tears and the snot from her nose.

Raven tutted, shaking her head. “Better, you dumb,” Yang’s eyes fluttered at that word, and the girl let go of her scarf, forgetting how to use it as a handkerchief. “Dumb child.” Raven finished, watching as Yang’s eyes glazed over.

“Ughoo… Guuh…” Yang drooled, whatever intelligence she’d learned at Beacon Academy long since drained from her eyes. She rocked back and forth for a second before shoving a pudgy thumb into her mouth.

That wouldn’t do. Raven had a soft spot for infants. She jerked a hand upward, giving Yang a half dozen years more. “Well? Anything to say for yourself?”

The little girl sniffled as she nodded, her shoulder-length curly hair bobbing. She wiped at her eye anxiously. “I… I wan’ my daddy…”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll drop you off with him soon enough. But first, there’s something I need to tend to.” She placed a hand on Yang’s head, sending a powerful impulse through the blonde’s head. She immediately fell asleep, collapsing into Raven’s arms.

The older woman chuckled, then triggered her natural gift, opening a portal to her husband’s home. She held Yang gently as she stepped back onto property she’d once sworn never to return to. A smirk graced her face as she imagined her old husband’s reaction to her arrival, diminutive daughter in tow.

The smirk soured as she saw Yang’s half-sister gawping at her and the girl. Apparently Ruby was a bit smarter than Yang had been, because the girl put two and two together remarkable quickly. She turned as if to run, and Raven outstretched a hand towards her.

“Freeze.” Raven commanded. Her magic anchored Ruby in place, and the short brunette turned on her heel, squeaking in distress.

“Ah! What are you doing to me?” Ruby strained at the invisible bonds, but was unable to free herself.

“Nothing too terrible, dear.” Raven smirked, looking to the silver-eyed teen. “Ironically, I think of you as family. Which… Gives me an idea. What if you were family?”

Ruby’s eyes widened, and she gawped in surprise. “W-what kind of idea is that, sis?” She squeaked and clapped her hands over her mouth, her body growing a foot. Her breasts swelled, stretching her outfit, and her hips flared.

Ruby’s voice lost its youthful squeak in sync with the loss of her body fat, marking her maturation into adulthood. The girl’s hair lost its smooth sheen, becoming wilder like Raven’s. Her eyes remained silver, though they were filled with confusion.

“Raven? Sis… What’s going on? Yang is…”

“Your daughter.”

“My… Daughter?” Ruby blinked, then smacked the base of her hand against her forehead. She shook her head, looking up to Raven again, even more confused now. “Raven, what’s wrong with me? For a second, I just thought little Yang was my sister.”

Raven laughed at that. Apparently she’d gotten rather good with her magic indeed, for it to have so great an effect. That, or Ruby was just naturally receptive. “Well, you’ve always been a ditz.”

At that, Ruby’s jaw slacked, and her eyes unfocused. “My head… I… Ru-Ru feels fun…” The young woman dimwittedly giggled, pressing her index finger against her plump lower lip. “Why Ru-Ru talk dumb? Ru-Ru not… Hee…”

She drooled, IQ plummeting like a rock. She forgot most of her life in one go, and became vapidly content with rocking in place, looking at the pretty butterflies in the glade. Had they always been so pretty and shiny?

“Whoops. I said ‘ditz’, not ‘moron’.” Yang applied a little more magical force to her words. Evidently Ruby was very susceptible to her magic. While that was a good thing, she couldn’t just leave Yang in the hands of a woman who barely could run water, let alone cook.

Ruby snapped to attention almost immediately, shaking her head. She met Raven’s gaze again, this time with a childish pout. “Well, like, what’s the difference? You always mean that I’m dumb when you call me a ditz, sis! You’re, like, so mean!”

Raven laughed, inspiration striking her. “If I were, I wouldn’t have set you up with one of my crew tonight. I know you’re looking…”

As she trailed the thought off, Ruby’s clothes and appearance shifted slightly. Makeup polished Ruby’s features as a few of her buttons undid themselves, exposing a rather generous bosom that any man would be glad to be smothered in.

“Ulp!” Ruby gulped anxiously, licking her soft, red lips. “H-hey, keep it down, okay? I don’t want to seem desperate! Besides, I’m not really into bandits…”

“Oh? You’ve always like rogues, brigands… Pirates.” Raven said the words slowly, emphasizing each one. She watched as they had a visible effect on Ruby, the girl’s clothing gaining a few alluring rips, exposing just enough skin to be appetizing without seeming whorish.

“N-no! I don’t think anything’s, like, sexy about those studmuffins’ muscles or their stubble, or that AWESOME smell of unwashed man. Especially when it’s combined with the smell of fresh loot, that amazing smell of metal… Mmm…”

“Not in front of your daughter.”

Ruby pouted. “Come ooon! I’m all, like, horny now!” The woman swayed from side to side, sashaying her breasts and wiggling her hips. “Besides, she’s totally asleep.”

Raven arched an eyebrow, quietly sending an impulse to the little girl in her arms. Yang yawned and stirred, and Raven’s grin widened at the look on Ruby’s face.

“Momma?” Yang muttered, looking to the woman that was once her little sister.

Ruby could tell Raven was about to say something along the lines of ‘I told you so’, so she shot her sister a venomous glance. “Shut up.”

Yang’s lower lip quivered as she heard that, mistaking the words as meant for her. “M-m-momma?”

“Ack!” Ruby nearly fell over herself, scrambling to scoop up her daughter, cuddling the girl tightly and nuzzling her small pudgy cheek. “N-no! Not you! That was for Auntie Raven!”

Yang wiped the tears from her little eyes, then pinched at Ruby’s cheeks. “Don’t bully best aunt!”

Ruby gawped in shock at the girl, looking from Yang to Raven, then back to Yang. “I-she-Raven! Tell her!”

Raven laughed, conjuring a portal back to their camp. She good-naturedly draped an arm around Ruby, looking to Yang with a playful grin. “It’s okay, kid. Even if your mom’s a bully, Auntie Raven can take a hit.”

The woman let out a genuine laugh as she sauntered into the portal, gently tugging on Ruby’s collar to get her to follow. Yeah, she liked being an aunt way more than being a mother. All the perks, none of the stress.

“Raveeennn!” Ruby wailed, holding her daughter tighter as the two were pulled into their new lives.