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The Hero, the Champion, and the Centaur

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    Pyrrha could only stare over her shield at the… thing before her. Its lower body looked like a heavily-muscled horse with midnight black fur. However, the appearance of it being anything that could be called natural ended there, for above the shoulders rose an unsettlingly-human torso and arms. Toned abs led to a chest plated over with Grimm-like white bone armor crisscrossed with red lines in a pattern that might have been called beautiful were it not applied to this creature. Atop this near-pentagonal arrangement of bone plates was a too-human-looking head that was a near-perfect lookalike to Pyrrha’s own, with the same green eyes and red hair, although its hair was free-flowing and untamed as opposed to her long ponytail, however ironic that hair-style name was now, and those eyes had a wild hunger in them that left little doubt as to what it wanted to do.
    She took a step to her left, and it mirrored the motion, exactly. It even moved like her. Every few seconds, its gaze flicked back over her shoulder to where Jaune had departed. Each time, Pyrrha’s resolve hardened.
    She and Jaune had been sent out to investigate a proximity sensor in the Emerald Forest that had mysteriously shut down for no discernable reason. When the pair had arrived that night, they had found the sensor crushed and this beast waiting for them. Unfortunately, they were out of Scroll range, so Pyrrha had sent Jaune back toward Beacon to get help while she planned to hold this thing off. It had tried to charge after him, but she had answered with her own, aided by Aura and Semblance, and shoved it back.
    That had led to this stalemate she and the thing were at now. Then one of the most unusual things she had ever seen occurred: it crossed its arms and, of all things, spoke. “You know, I was really hoping to have that delicious-looking boy tonight.”
Oum above, it even sounds like me! “You will have to go through me if you want him.”
    It smiled. “Consider it done.” With a level of speed that rivaled some Huntsmen she knew, it charged again.
    She braced herself, but it stopped and reared up, clearly intending to bring its fore-hooves crashing down upon her. In response, she rolled out of the way, shifted Mílo into its spear form, and thrust for its unarmored horse belly.
    It reacted faster than she expected, batting the spear head away with one of its arms and proving its unnaturalness by kicking one of its rear legs out to the side. She barely brought Akoúo up in time, the impact sending her tumbling across the clearing, Mílo flying from her hand.
The beast was upon her again by the time she landed on her feet, both hands crashing against her armor. Pyrrha retaliated by using her Semblance to send Mílo flying into the monster’s side.
    It’s eyes widened, its mouth dropped open in shock, and it stumbled from the impact. The Mistralian sought to capitalize on the opening by ramming her shield into its horse shoulder, intending to send it crashing to the ground where she could finish it off.
    Instead, it skipped to the side in a recovery move that impressed even her, and then it kicked out with its forelegs, catching her shin with a hoof and knocking her down.
    Pyrrha recovered just in time for her own eyes to widen as the haft of Mílo flew toward her head.
    She ducked out of the way, but knew she was just playing for time, now. This Grimm was smart enough to use weapons and had confiscated hers. Worse still, it knew this fact, setting Mílo into a wide-armed stance and pacing around her, its entire posture radiating a smug sureness. It knew that it would win; it was only a matter of time.
    She could only think of one more chance, now. She tossed Akoúo at it and charged, ducking beneath the retaliatory thrust and diving between its legs. Dodging the kick from its back legs, she leaped onto its back and wrapped her arms around its throat, hoping she could choke it to death.
    Stars exploded across her vision as Mílo’s haft cracked across the back of her skull, once, twice, thrice. After the third impact, her arms fell limp, her vision going fuzzy. Awareness returned as the creature pinned her against a tree with one arm. The other arm rammed Mílo into the tree above her head.
    “I’ll admit, you were fun to fight… for a human. But, now, we’re done.” Pyrrha kicked with all her might, striking the thing’s abs and between its forelegs, but there was naught but unyielding muscle to meet both blows. “Really? That wasn’t even a good attempt.”
    The place where Mílo was embedded in the tree was out of her reach, and her Semblance wasn’t powerful enough to pull it free. It was at that moment where she realized that this beast had well and truly defeated her, and there was nothing more she could do. She bowed her head. “Alright. You’ve won. Do whatever you will with me, but you will never harm Jaune.”
    “Oh, is that the boy’s name?” It leaned in close enough that she could feel its lips brush against her ears. “No promises.”
    It pulled its head back and opened its jaws. And then they kept opening to an amount that Pyrrha knew even snakes couldn’t, and she realized what would happen to her. For the first time, she felt fear; there would be no body of hers to find, nothing to return home to her family. All she could hope was that she had bought enough time for Jaune to escape. She hadn’t heard him scream, so that was a good sign. She schooled her emotions and, as defiantly as she could, stared down her doom as those jaws slid over her face.
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    The Centauress’s lips slid over her lookalike’s odd foot coverings (Seriously, what is it with humans and wanting to cover their feet all the time?) as one of the final gulps sent those feet sliding down her throat to join the rest of the human in her upper stomach. She took a moment to feel the pleasant stretch as her prey curled up inside and bulged out her stomach. “Good as you feel, I can’t move as well with you there, so let’s put you someplace better.” The Grimm-girl clenched her abdominal muscles, pressing the human down through the sphincter connecting the two stomachs, feet-first.
    She had to bite down a yelp of pain as the metallic spikes on the bottom of the foot coverings jabbed into her soft insides. It was only when the girl was all the way down that the Centauress spoke up. “You know, that actually hurt.” She looked upwards and sniffed the air, catching the human boy’s scent. “Now, I have a reunion to plan. Sit tight.” She grabbed the warrior girl’s weapons and galloped off, snickering at her joke.
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    If Jaune needed any more proof that he was one of the unluckiest boys in the universe, which was possibly out to get him, this was it. In his terrified flight from whatever that creature was, he’d gotten lost. Now he traipsed through the undergrowth hoping to find some kind of landmark that could tell him he was moving in the right direction. So far? Nothing. To make matters worse, he had no idea of how Pyrrha was faring against the thing, as their Scrolls were too far apart for the shared Aura monitoring to work. He was torn between knowing that he should have been fighting by his partner’s side and equally knowing that he would more likely be in the way than actually help.
    He looked down at his Scroll again to see if it had picked up the CCT signal when something smashed into the tree next to him. With a yelp, he turned to see what it was. A sigh of relief erupted from his lips as he saw Mílo embedded in the wood. Turning around, he was completely blindsided by Akoúo slamming into his temple, stunning him and knocking him to the ground.
    Muzzily, he was aware of someone pulling Crocea Mors off of his hip and tossing it away. “Oh, wake up, human. It’s no fun if you’re out of it and can’t figure out what’s happening.”
    “Wha-?” It was Pyrrha’s voice, but the blurry visuals weren’t matching up right. He shook his head to clear his sight… and immediately wished he hadn’t, for it wasn’t Pyrrha standing over him. It was the beast. “Pyrrha? Where are you?!”
    “The girl?” He gaped at the monster as it spoke. “Oh, she’s around.” It tapped a foreleg against its slightly-drooping belly.
    His horror bled onto his face at what the thing was implying. Horror then turned to anger, and he reached for Mílo, but the creature had to be much stronger than either him or Pyrrha, for the spear was buried all the way to the base of the blade in the tree and wouldn’t budge. A quick glance revealed that Crocea Mors was further away than the beast was, so he knew that he couldn’t beat it in a race there. Without any weapons he could use, he resorted to the only thing he could think of.
    He charged forward, rearing his fist back to break this abomination with his bare hands.
    It caught his fist with one hand. And then it threw him against the tree and grabbed his shoulders. “Bottoms up.” Its jaws spread wide.
    At that moment, Jaune screamed.
    The beast dropped him and clapped its hands over its ears. “OW! That hurt!”
    That gave him an idea; it may not be any bit manly, but, hey, if it worked… He took a deep breath.
    Its massive bulk rammed into him. His Aura prevented any actual injuries from occuring, but it failed to stop the air being driven from his lungs, turning him into a wheezing wreck that collapsed to the ground. “No. No more of that.”
    Something grabbed his feet and pressed over them, rolling him onto his belly. Then a warm wetness flowed over them starting at his toes, and his mind snapped into focus. He looked down (or up, in his current position) and sat the thing’s jaws wrapped around his feet. A scream desperately tried to rip itself from his throat, but his bruised lungs rebelled, only gathering enough air for him to breath and mutter. “P-please, don’t do this.”
    Jaune would have sworn he saw the thing roll its eyes as it yanked on his legs and swallowed at the same time, sending several inches of his body to vanish behind the oddly feminine lips. He supposed there was a bright side to this: At least he and Pyrrha would be together. Another gulp refocused his mind as his knees sank out of sight. Another combined with a shove, and the rest of his legs were gone.
    At this point, a grimace of disgust crossed his face as he felt something thin, warm, and slimy slip under his hoodie and touch along his waist; it had to be the thing’s tongue. Following that, he heard the monster moan in a way that was totally inappropriate; it was a moan he’d heard from his mom during the time he wished he had never seen. This thing was enjoying whatever its tongue had found on him! With renewed vigor, he squirmed and struggled as hard as he could, hoping against hope that he could convince it to spit him out.
    It only swallowed him down deeper, reaching up and grabbing his arms. With the next gulp, it stuffed his arms into its jaws. He gathered his breath for one last scream, but was thwarted as it clamped a hand over his mouth. There was nothing left to do but watch as its lips crept further with each gulp until they bracketed his sight. Oddly, his feet had seemed to pass through a chamber and into a possible second throat.
    When that “second throat” was wrapped around his waist, the swallowing stopped. His wonder as to why was soon answered. “You know, ‘Jaune,’ you were the tastiest human I’ve ever eaten, and it wasn’t your negative emotions. Bye-bye!” With that, and his rising anger, he was swallowed down further.
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    The Centauress closed her eyes to feel as the boy slid down to her lower stomach to join the girl, enjoying the sensations all the way. Once he arrived, she claimed the weapons of both warriors and trotted off to her den, quite pleased with the meal she had.
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    Pyrrha, lying on her back in the Grimm’s stomach, hoped against what she knew was happening when the set of shoes entered the stomach with her. When she felt the familiar hoodie and breastplate, she burst into tears.
    “Pyrrha?”
    “Jaune, I’m so sorry. I failed you.”
    He caressed her cheek, after a couple of misses in the darkness. “Hey. Don’t beat yourself up. We both failed each other. As partners, we were supposed to stay together, fighting side by side. I’m sorry for running.”
    They lapsed into silence, the grumbling of the stomach around them and the muffled thumping of the monster’s hooves the only sounds to hear. “Jaune?”
    “Yeah?”
    “There’s… there’s something I should have told you long ago.”
    “What is it?”
    “I… I love you, Jaune. I have almost since we met.”
    He was silent for a moment, and Pyrrha began to fear that she’d read him wrong. Then, “I love you too, Pyrrha.”
    This time, the tears were happy ones as the partners embraced, cuddling until they fell asleep.
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    Outside of the stomach, the Centauress stumbled as she felt the love the humans shared roll off them in visceral waves. As she looked down at her stomach, she found… she couldn’t bring herself to digest the couple. Reaching her den, she resolved that, in the morning, she’d get as close as she dared to that place where the humans learned to fight and release them. Smiling, she curled up around the pair and settled in to sleep.
Jaune and Pyrrha are sent into the Emerald Forest on a simple mission, but it quickly becomes anything but routine...

This was a story I was inspired to write after seeing this story davodbraker.deviantart.com/art… by :icondavodbraker: and a story someone else wrote involving four of his Grimm Girls encountering their Team RWBY counterparts. That got me thinking about what scenario would lead to Pyrrha meeting her Grimm Girl counterpart, and this was the result.

EDIT: Thanks to :icondavodbraker: and :icondeviantfan16:, I re-found the aforementioned story: :iconholydragon158:'s "Acacia and the Grimm Girls," particularly parts 3 and 4.
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Wonderful to see people making fan work with Davy's characters
Great job