The White Fang

Refuge in audacity. That was most of what Whitley was relying upon as he was led, disarmed, deeper into the White Fang's main base. By showing up here, their greatest nemesis, and dropping THOSE weapons before demanding to be taken before their leader, Whitley had tied the hands of every faunus around him without even having to use his semblance.

Of course, that hadn't kept him from using said semblance on the White Fang Lieutenant who had ultimately been brought out and handed Wilt and Blush by one of the many peons and grunts surrounding Whitley and Blake. By applying multiple trigger-release glyphs to each of the dead White Fang leader's weapons, Whitley was effectively able to convert each of the faunus who handled the guns into his unknowing loyal slaves.

Not that he was using that yet, of course. In the end, all he'd done was prod the Lieutenant down the right path, pushing back the faunus' irrational anger and resentment towards Whitley to prompt him to do his duty. While it might give the Lieutenant no end of satisfaction to order Whitley and Blake's executions on the spot, that wouldn't be RIGHT. That would prove they were the animals that the human Kingdoms thought they were.

In the end, by walking into the middle of their base and presenting himself like this, Whitley had made it impossible for them to do anything BUT take him to their leader. And so he and Blake are led through the main base and ultimately brought to the throne room of Sienna Khan, current High Leader of the White Fang.

Having seen her predecessor, Whitley has to admit, he likes her much more in the role. After all, she's a woman, and he loves seeing women in power…

He also greatly enjoys seeing the widening of Khan's eyes as they walk into her throne room. She's clearly been informed of their presence, but it's abundantly obvious that she didn't actually believe it until now. Who would, really? Their greatest enemy, the current patriarch of the Schnee Family, walks right into their base and surrenders to them?! It didn't make sense, not to their small, feeble minds.

That was okay though, Whitley was more than eager to… educate them all. Nudging the White Fang Lieutenant forward, Whitley just smiles as the faunus kneels before his High Leader and presents Adam Taurus' weapons to her.

"High Leader Khan… he handed them over willingly…"

The Lieutenant trails off on that last bit, sounding as confused as the rest of the faunus in the room look. All but Sienna, who schools her expression into one of disinterest and distaste, hiding her true feelings even as she slowly reaches out and takes Wilt and Blush from her Lieutenant's hands. In that moment, Whitley has her. He doesn't waste time in activating another pair of glyphs, one on each gun, that in turn imprint themselves on the inside of Sienna's palms.

There is no noticeable shift in the High Leader of the White Fang once he has her under his control. There's no moment where she's suddenly slavishly devoted to him, neither outwardly nor inwardly. Whitley isn't looking for an easy lay. He's looking for a drama, for a bit of fun. So he doesn't exercise his control over Sienna, not yet anyways. Instead, he remains standing in the middle of the room, a wide smile on his face that's visibly disconcerting the faunus around him as he waits for the High Leader to finish looking over the weapons.

Eventually, she hands them off to one of her advisors stood beside her throne. Whitley activates another one of the glyphs on one of the guns, taking that faunus to. Even as he's staring Sienna Khan right in her golden cat eyes and the tiger faunus is staring right back at him, Whitley feels every time the guns change hands as they're passed around the White Fang's top lieutenants like a pair of trophies, or like something particularly impressive brought for show and tell.

By the time Sienna finally deigns to speak, half of her Lieutenants are already his.

"We have been watching you, Schnee. You talk a lot. You claim you're not your father. You have been paying lip service to the idea of improving the lives of our people in your mining camps. But we faunus have been tricked before. We have been USED before. We will not allow a Schnee to betray us again."

Cocking her head to the side, Sienna adopts a lazy smile, though it's one that doesn't even come close to reaching her eyes.

"Which makes me wonder just why you came here. More lip service? More empty promises? You willingly disarm in order to enter my presence. Are you here to surrender? Well? Speak up!"

By the end, she's raising her voice and the White Fang crowded into the room are all restless and squirming along with her, riled up by her words. Whitley, of course, lets it happen. After all, it's nothing more than the last desperate gasps of a mewling quim. Of course, he doesn't say THAT. He doesn't rightfully point out that he hasn't just been paying lip service to the ideals he's been espousing, he's actually been putting actions to his words. The faunus in the SDC mining camps have never been happier, living in much better conditions and earning much better wages then they did under his father.

Whitley doesn't say any of that though, because while Sienna sees this as a battle of words for the soul of her organization, he's not here to sway the average White Fang grunt with words and deeds. No matter what he says or does, he's always going to be Whitley Schnee, and with that last name tacked onto him, he was always going to lose with these people.

So instead, Whitley goes with a different antagonistic approach.

"No, I'm not here to surrender High Leader Khan. In fact, I'm here to accept YOUR surrender."

That gets offended gasps from all around them, and more than a few angry snarls. Sienna herself very nearly orders his head taken off on the spot, but Whitley stops her from doing so, exercising the slightest bit of control over her in the moment. It isn't time yet, so instead, he pushes her to be a little bit more levelheaded and calm.

Which ultimately results in Sienna throwing her head back and laughing. This in turn causes the rest of the White Fang in the room to follow suit. Seeing their High Leader laughing at their greatest enemy defuses the furious mob swiftly developing amongst them. In the end, they all laugh at him too, all the while Whitley stays where he is, standing there in the middle of the throne room, smile remaining on his face.

"Surrender?! To you and what army, Schnee?!"

Ah, that was a good opening… but Whitley had other things he wanted to talk about first. So instead, he changes the subject.

"Let's talk about Adam Taurus, shall we?"

A hush falls over the hall, and more than a few eyes turn towards Sienna as she stiffens almost imperceptibly at the mention of that man. Her lip curls up into something of a sneer, and her gaze becomes downright flinty. Once again, the urge to order his execution pops up and once again Whitley has to tamp it back down so he gets a chance to say his piece. The High Leader of the White Fang really is quite a wild thing.

"You're stuck between a rock and a hard place because of Adam Taurus, aren't you High Leader Khan? One dead faunus' actions seek to topple you from your throne and undo all of the hard work you've done."

Sienna's nostrils flare angrily at that, but the real anger comes from amidst her Lieutenants. Adam's friends, more than likely, but luckily Wilt and Blush have already made the rounds through all of Sienna's advisors at this point, giving him the ability to calm them down as well. Meanwhile, the crowd is once again getting riled up as well. Clearly, Adam's faction is alive and well among the White Fang… which is perfect for Whitley's purposes, while being utterly detrimental to one Sienna Khan.

"… I don't know what you mean."

She says this through gritted teeth, and Whitley's smile grows a little bit wider, gaining an edge as he spreads his empty hands apart and shrugs.

"Shall I spell it out for you then? Adam Taurus conspired with both human criminals and the Grimm to launch an invasion of Vale during an event attended by both faunus and humans that symbolizes peace on Remnant. He did this all, might I add, without your blessing or permission. Now you're left with an unfortunate, difficult choice."

Whitley lifts one hand and then the other, as if physically weighing Sienna's options for her.

"On the one hand, you can condemn Adam's actions. But you haven't yet, have you? Because Taurus has friends. Friends who I suspect occupy this chamber even now. Condemn your wayward subordinate's actions like you so desperately want to, and you risk suffering the wrath of his cult following. On the other hand, approve it and take fully responsibility for a dead faunus' crimes AND failure, and risk ruining the White Fang's name altogether."

Numerous White Fang bristle at that, but the lower rungs won't make a move without the signal from one of their leaders, and Whitley is tamping down on the wild, almost feral aggression currently wafting off of some of Sienna's Lieutenants. Not that the tiger faunus is doing much better. The White Fang High Leader is bristling as well, though for a different reason then Adam's cult following.

She's bristling because Whitley is making it all but impossible for her to stay neutral. He's not just outlining her options to her, he's removing them by doing it in such a public way. And at this point, she can't simply order everyone out of the throne room anymore. This was theater from the start, but she'd thought its hers in the beginning. Now she's beginning to realize that it's always been HIS.

"Take credit for Taurus' actions and you risk bringing everyone down on your heads. People will say, if the White Fang are willing to abide by working with Grimm, then they're no better than said Grimm. People will say, if the White Fang have forsaken their values, then they must be wiped out, once and for all."

To Whitley's mild surprise, his words are actually having a visible and considerable effect on a certain portion of the White Fang. But then, he supposes it shouldn't be so shocking. If Adam was able to make his own faction within the faunus terrorist organization, it stood to reason that there would be others as well. Some of the White Fang peons behind him are murmuring amongst themselves consideringly, like they think his words might have merit.

A few of the Lieutenants he's tagged at this point are actively agreeing with him, at least in their own heads. Those are the ones he's not having to actively tamp down on the aggression of, their emotions, while not quite positive, are at least considering what he's saying and logically assessing the words he's speaking, rather than simply letting their anger dictate everything.

Sienna, meanwhile, is even stiffer now as Whitley continues on, looking for all the world like she wants to tear his head off personally. But he doesn't let her speak, doesn't let her give the order she wants to give. He's not quite done yet.

"Or, you could take the third option. It's the easiest of the three choices before you, since it's what you've already been doing. Say nothing and allow the White Fang to fall into civil war as those who would make Adam Taurus into a martyr instead of the idiotic fool he was overtake your more pragmatic approach and lead the White Fang into ruin. Ultimately, the White Fang as they are right now are falling apart. It's not a matter of if… but when."

By the time he's finally done with his monologue, Sienna is visibly twitching. It's not that he's in danger of losing control over her, it's simply a matter of him using such a light hand that she's currently feeling very much at war with herself. But now that he's done, Whitley pulls back even that light hand, watching as Sienna practically lunges forward out of her chair, her fury overtaking her as she snarls.

"Guards, deal with this human scum-!"

Whitley's smile never leaves his face, even as weapons are drawn. Blake freezes up beside him, clearly afraid, but really she has no need to be. In the end, he doesn't even have to use his semblance… anymore than he already has, anyways. Everyone was so distracted by his arrival that they didn't realize that was exactly the point. He was the distraction.

In the wake of Sienna's order, Ghira and Kali Belladonna, along with a 'Faunus Militia' made up of dozens of Menagerie's rougher and hardier citizens, come barreling into the throne room, weapons drawn as they encircle the encirclement that was already around Whitley and Blake. There are shouts of surprise and anger at this as the White Fang find themselves surrounded by their own brethren.

No one attacks though in the wake of this new development, because they're all supposed to be on the same side. They're all faunus, after all. For a moment, things simply hang in the air tensely as neither side is quite sure what to do. That's okay though, as always, Whitley is there to help move things along. He knows what to do, even if no one else does.

"SIENNA KHAN!"

His voice cracks through the din of the throne room with a loud roar, drawing every eye to him, including the most important ones as the White Fang High leader grits her teeth and glares at him angrily. With a smirk, Whitley pulls off one of his gloves and tosses it to the ground between them.

"You are unworthy to lead the White Fang. I challenge you to a duel. Just you and me, one on one… winner takes all."

A hush falls over the throne room as both sides watch Sienna carefully for her response. But far from looking upset that he's so thoroughly backed her into a corner, Sienna actually looks downright pleased, her lips curling into the first honest grin he's seen from her since he arrived. Whitley understands why perfectly, of course. Because he hasn't JUST backed her into a corner… he's also given her a way out.

If she can beat him in this duel, then her position among the White Fang will be secured. If she can beat him and either kill him or imprison him, it won't matter if she denounces Adam Taurus' actions, his cult following will almost certainly follow her to the ends of Remnant, albeit begrudgingly. He's the foe and the prize all at once. Beat him, and she wins every fight she's currently engaged in.

"I accept."

Sienna gives a nod to the Lieutenant who ended up with Wilt and Blush last, and the faunus tosses Whitley the weapons as everyone backs away to give him and the High Leader space. Running his hands over the mechashift weapons, Whitley hums for a moment, making a show of checking them over. Then, he looks up at Sienna and smiles.

"Shall we?"

Rather than respond with words, Sienna responds with actions, the tiger faunus leaping forward with a vicious feral roar on her lips. With that, battle is joined between the two of them, a battle that will decide the fate of not just the White Fang, but Menagerie and the Faunus People in general for decades to come.

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SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"AIIIEEEEEE!!!"

Sienna's uncharacteristic girlie squeals fill the throne room as Whitley paddles her bottom red with his hand in front of everyone, both her current subordinates and her predecessors. Everyone watches on in silence as Whitley yanks Sienna's head back by her wild untamed hair with his other hand, forcing her face up as he growls into her ear.

"Say it. Tell them all."

With a whimper and a wail, the tiger faunus breaks.

"I LOOOOOST! I've failed you all! I-I am unworthy to be the High Leader of the W-White Fang! Eeeeek!"

The fight had been… noticeably one-sided. Whitley hadn't wanted a complete curb stomp, but he'd definitely manipulated things to his benefit. He'd made himself look good… better than good, he'd made sure every faunus in the throne room understood that he was NOT his father. Jacquez Schnee had been a worthless suit who only had his aura activated to protect against more mundane assassination attempts. The man was no hunter, no warrior. He was a CEO first and everything else, including being a father, second.

Whitley was different, he would be different, he would never let his father dictate how he acted. That was what he'd set out to show the White Fang, and in glorious battle against their High Leader, he'd shown precisely what he was capable of. And then he'd beaten Sienna into the ground until her aura broke, before pinning her down and paddling her bottom like she was a disobedient child he had to discipline.

Needless to say, she's no child and he's going to be doing a lot more than disciplining her here in a second. But first, he has to make sure that everything works out as intended. Sienna's defeat was incredibly public and incredibly one-sided. As much as it should instill some respect and awe for him into the faunus around him, it would also undeniably instill some derision and hatred for the humiliated tiger faunus in them as well.

Luckily, he'd already taken all of her Lieutenants over, so even the ones who were clearly of the same mind as Adam were no longer capable of raising a fuss. In fact, as the White Fang peons all look to their leaders to figure out what the hell to do next, Whitley exercises his semblance a bit and watches on with a smile as every single White Fang Lieutenant without exception bends the knee.

One by one, they all descend to the ground, kneeling and bowing their heads in submission before him and his captive. After all, Whitley had won. Undeniably so at this point, with Sienna declaring her loss and surrendering so totally. He's sure many of the White Fang would have preferred she go out fighting, that she force him to kill her before surrendering like this. Sienna herself would probably have preferred that, before he got her glyph on her.

But that's not an option anymore. Whitley is in control here, and this little bit of theater is swiftly reaching it's climax.

As the general population of the White Fang witness their leaders submitting, many, most even, follow suit. They kneel down alongside the Lieutenants and bow their heads in uneasy submission to Whitley's victory, acknowledging that he's won the right to rule them as High Leader. If any of the Lieutenants had stood up to him, perhaps the White Fang peons would have backed them, but because none of them do, they see no other choice.

Not all of the White Fang submit, however. Some are incredulous, and smart enough to realize that this isn't right, that something is wrong with all of this. But as the old saying goes, the blades of grass that stand up the tallest are always going to be the first to get cut. Those that refuse to kneel and bow their heads mark themselves as dissidents to Ghira and his militia. Moving forward, the faunus that Whitley already controls begin applying patches with trigger release glyphs on them to the White Fang who refuse to kneel, catching them unawares.

As they come under Whitley's control, he forces them to kneel, forces them to submit. Soon enough, the entire room is filled with kneeling faunus. Smiling pleasantly enough, Whitley nods to Blake, who eagerly rushes over and unzips his pants for him, pulling his cock out of its confines. As he holds Sienna's head aloft by her hair, the poor abused tiger faunus on her hands and knees, Blake guides his cock into her cunt from behind.

Everyone kneeling looks up just in time to witness Sienna's face contort in surprised pleasure as Whitley thrusts into her from behind, taking her right then and there. A shocked, wanton moan erupts from the tiger faunus' lips.

"I'm not going to kill you, Sienna. You're much more useful to me alive."

"N-No… no, please just kill me… end my disgrace… o-oh fuck why are you so BIG!"

As he begins to fuck and ultimately breed Sienna in front of all of her people, Whitley looks out at them all, smiling as he speaks loudly and clearly.

"You should be proud. The White Fang… have won!"

He punctuates that statement with a grunt and a thrust deep into Sienna's quim that causes her to squeal, even as the kneeling faunus look at each other, confused and uncomfortable.

Chuckling, Whitley spreads his arms wide, even as he continues to pump into Sienna from behind.

"Allow me to let you in on a little secret… you and I, we aren't so different. I hated my father just as much as all of you did. In fact, I'm the one who killed him!"

He's not too worried about telling that to this crowd. For one, even if half of the faunus aren't glyphed yet, he doesn't intend to let them leave this room without one. He's going to get them all by the end of the day. For two, if ever there was a crowd that would applaud him for patricide rather than revile him, it would be the White Fang with their numerous grievances against his father.

Still, the admission shocks the crowd, even as Whitley continues speaking.

"I killed him because he was a racist, bigoted old fool. I killed him to give us ALL a brighter tomorrow. That's a tomorrow that I envision the White Fang being a part of us as well, as I bring Menagerie into the future as the Fifth Official Kingdom with the construction of your very own CCT tower!"

There are some cheers at that, some wide-eyed gasps as well. The mood in the room slowly begins to shift towards excitement as Whitley begins to dial up the arousal in all of his thralls. He may not control every faunus in here, but he doesn't need to. All it takes is the smell of sex filling the air and their enhanced senses, along with a spark to light a fire in all of them.

In this case, as Whitley continues to fuck Sienna hard and fast from behind, the spark is Ghira and Kali abruptly turning to one another and beginning to make out amidst all of the other faunus. Having a couple of the White Fang Lieutenats push each other down and begin fucking as well helps too, and within moments, things are starting to descend into outright debauchery. Even those faunus who Whitley doesn't currently have control over end up getting into it, some of them less sure about all of this then others, but everyone ultimately participating eventually, one way or the other.

Blake, meanwhile, has crawled into place on her hands and knees between where Whitley and Sienna's bodies are joined. As the Schnee Patriarch fucks the disgraced White Fang High leader from behind to his heart's content, Blake laps and licks at both his balls and Sienna's quivering cunt, toying with the tiger faunus' clit using her teeth and tongue as they go at it.

Sienna, for her part, is a broken woman. Squealing and screaming as he fucks her from behind, she creams herself on his cock again and again, unable to stop cumming for him as he breeds her most assuredly from behind. Reaching down again, Whitley takes hold of her hair and yanks her head up, forcing her back to arch beautifully as he looks down at her from above. Her mouth is wide open and her tongue is sticking straight out, so Whitley goes ahead and spits, drooling down some saliva onto her tongue for her to lap up submissively as she whimpers.

Then, he leans in close and murmurs in her ear again as he continues to fuck her hard and fast, pounding into her cervix deep inside of her tight, clenching pussy.

"You could have been better, Sienna. You could have put aside your pride. I would have let you remain High Leader. Instead, I think Ghira will take up his old position again. The White Fang will answer to him… while you will answer solely to me. After all, I beat you fair and square, didn't I?"

"Y-Yes! Yes, you beat me. Oh fuck, you're so big, unnnf!!!"

Whitley grins wickedly, ramping up Sienna's submission and tamping down her aggression even more as he continues to fuck her. His other hand slides around to her front and tears open her shirt so that her breasts spring free. As they bounce and jiggle and sway with each jarring thrust that he makes, he grabs hold of one and then the other, groping and squeezing them assessingly as he plays with her nipples.

"Damn right I'm big. Gotta be, to knock up your slutty pussy. That's what I'm doing right now, Sienna. I'm breeding you, pussy cat. I'm going to impregnate you right here in front of all of your former subordinates as they fuck like the wild animals in heat that they all are. Look at them. I beat you, and the White Fang fall right into debauchery on my command."

Sienna mewls and moans as he teases her nipples, pinching and pulling them. Her body is to die for, honestly. So fucking fit and athletic, but also so very feminine. Whitley can't wait to see how she looks heavy with his child. He has something of a pregnancy fetish on top of his breeding fetish, it's undeniable. He loves it when his bitches are full of his babies, and Sienna is definitely one of his bitches now.

For the moment, he enjoys her toned, muscular body for what it is, alternating between groping and squeezing her soft mammaries and raking his fingernails across her tightly packed abdomen. One could grate cheese off those abs, but he fully intends to see her lose most of that muscle definition. From now on, Sienna Khan isn't the High Leader of the White Fang, she's Whitley Schnee's personal fuck toy. Hell, he might even introduce her to the rest of his family as well, and let the Schnee women make use of the naughty pussy cat.

With a loud groan, Whitley fills Sienna from behind, pumping a hot, thick load of his cum into her womb. She squeals in response, so loud that it breaks through the background noise of the faunus orgy happening around them. Several individuals look over from the sex that they're engaging in to watch their disgraced, humiliated leader's epic O-face as Sienna explosively orgasms from being bred right there in the middle of her former throne room.

Not nearly finished with her yet, Whitley pulls out only to whip her around, yanking her by her hair as he drags her face to his crotch and rubs his messy cock all over her cheeks and nose and forehead.

"Suck it, bitch."

Whimpering, staring up at him with tear-filled eyes, his new tiger faunus pet does as she's told. She really is quite beautiful, a worthy addition to his collection to be sure. But he wasn't about to let her keep any of her old pride. Sienna Khan, of all of his toys, was one that needed to be broken down completely and then built back up again in HIS image of her. And so, Whitley slams his cock home into her open, submissive mouth and begins skull fucking her right there on the spot.

"GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!"

Several of the female faunus getting fucked by their male counterparts are watching this right now with envy in their eyes, almost like they wish they were in Sienna's place. Blake certainly is, fingering herself as she watches with a bitten lower lip as the White Fang High Leader is roughly used for oral sex. Sienna can only choke and gag helplessly on his thick fat cock as he uses her throat to clean himself off and get himself hard all at the same time.

As soon as he's ready for Round Two, Whitley pulls Sienna off of his cock and forces her onto her back on the ground. There, he fucks her again in front of everyone who's watching, all while the White Fang and the Faunus Militia that the Belladonnas gathered at his instruction continue to engage in one massive faunus orgy.

He feasts upon her tits directly this time, even as Sienna squeals. Her tune changes somewhere along the way, and she begins to beg him for more, begins to squeal about how much she loves it. This is because, all while Whitley is physically disgracing her in front of her former subordinates, he's also reordering and rearranging her broken mind into something more his liking.

The orgy continues on for hours, and in that time, Whitley never once stops fucking Sienna. Normally he might switch it up and move around the room a little, but this time, he spends all of his time with Sienna. In the end, the girls come to him instead. Blake gets a fucking once, and Kali gets a few as well as Ghira moves onto other female faunus, the mighty male cat faunus pinning them down and wrecking them.

Ultimately, Whitley ends up sat upon Sienna's throne as the tiger faunus willingly rides him towards yet another load of cum in her already packed womb. Blake and Kali sit on the arms of the throne, with Whitley fingering both of them as they lean in close, mewling and moaning into either side of his neck and licking and lapping at him needily the entire while.

Needless to say, Whitley's authority was unquestionable. Even the White Fang had fallen so very easily. Everything was going according to plan.

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