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Credits: 's Caption Creator , CSLucaris

Part 1 | Part 2

Word Count: 496

The deluxe version of Just a Few Sticks of Pocky is taking a little longer than expected, so here’s a shortie to tide things over.

If there’s anything positive I can say about RWBY’s overly-bloated cast, it’s that there’s no shortage of fine-looking girls. Honestly, I should be writing more caps with them included in some capacity—but the thing is, I haven’t cared much for the show in a long time, so it’s hard to muster up the desire to. Alas.

Since OC!Neo is the only one speaking in this cap, I decided to have a bit of fun and deliberately kept the gender of her partner ambiguous. Are they a boy, or a girl? It’s up to you guys’ imagination!

Starting with this cap, I’m making a couple changes to my formatting style: titles and labeled transformations will now be featured before the text, and first-person caps will have the narrator labeled in bold and in brackets (ala my EX captions and my regular fics, respectively). Hopefully, none of y’all will mind; it’ll make it easier to see which cap is which and what’s going on, I think.

This isn’t the last Neo-centric cap I’m planning, for what it’s worth. I’ve got a much longer one in mind, one that I’ve been thinking about for a while (just the same as this one). Stay tuned, maybe…

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You know, I never expected any of this to happen.

I mean, that’s not very surprising in and of itself. Suddenly waking up as a cute little girl, completely out of the blue…? Honestly, it sounds like the setup to one of those types of doujins.

And yet, there I was, confused and terrified and being half-devoured by my bedsheets.

It was so, so overwhelming. Locks of pink covering half my brown hair; boobs where my chest used to be bare; an empty feeling right between my legs—

If it wasn’t for you, I don't know what I would’ve done.

…well, I can think of a few things, actually. You can probably tell they wouldn’t have been pretty.

But that’s beside the point.

You’re the reason why I’m still here today. You put up with me and all of my new hormones; helped me figure out how to put my life back together. You stuck around when it felt like everything else was crashing down around me—and I’ve never been more grateful for that.

God, I still remember when I first realized that I was in love with you. I denied it on instinct. ‘I couldn’t be,’ I reasoned; ‘you’re my best friend! And I’m not technically even a real girl!’

But the more I thought about it… the more time we spent together—just you and me, against the world… the less I wanted it to stop. I wanted to stay like that, forever and ever. I wanted to stay like this.

I wanted to be Neopolitan.

That’s when I embraced it: embraced being a girl, instead of just a boy thrown into the deep end. Started proudly showing my stuff, putting on makeup, buying all types of clothes, getting stares from guys and other girls alike. And I adored it; adored being the one they desired, but could never get—because my heart was taken a long time ago. Small though I may have been, I was sweet and sexy—

—and I know you loved it just as much as I did.

And now… here we are.

No longer just dating, but freshly married.

You’re so beautiful, you know. You always have been, but age has only made you even more so. I’ve waited for this day for a long time… and I’m sure you have, too.

I don’t need to beat about the bush here. You know what I want, right?

I want you.

All of you.

I’ve held myself back all this time, since I didn’t want to take any risks while I was still blindly navigating girlhood—but that’s no longer the case. We’re not teenagers anymore: we can do whatever we want now, and no one can stop us.

C’mon, let’s get to it. I’m the ice cream, and you’re the scooper; the hunter, and their hungry prey.

Unbutton my shirt; slip off my pants; untie my panties. Make me a woman, in the best way possible.

I’m ready.

Description
Credits: 's Caption Creator , CSLucaris

Part 1 | Part 2

Word Count: 496

The deluxe version of Just a Few Sticks of Pocky is taking a little longer than expected, so here’s a shortie to tide things over.

If there’s anything positive I can say about RWBY’s overly-bloated cast, it’s that there’s no shortage of fine-looking girls. Honestly, I should be writing more caps with them included in some capacity—but the thing is, I haven’t cared much for the show in a long time, so it’s hard to muster up the desire to. Alas.

Since OC!Neo is the only one speaking in this cap, I decided to have a bit of fun and deliberately kept the gender of her partner ambiguous. Are they a boy, or a girl? It’s up to you guys’ imagination!

Starting with this cap, I’m making a couple changes to my formatting style: titles and labeled transformations will now be featured before the text, and first-person caps will have the narrator labeled in bold and in brackets (ala my EX captions and my regular fics, respectively). Hopefully, none of y’all will mind; it’ll make it easier to see which cap is which and what’s going on, I think.

This isn’t the last Neo-centric cap I’m planning, for what it’s worth. I’ve got a much longer one in mind, one that I’ve been thinking about for a while (just the same as this one). Stay tuned, maybe…

—
Caption Text:

You know, I never expected any of this to happen.

I mean, that’s not very surprising in and of itself. Suddenly waking up as a cute little girl, completely out of the blue…? Honestly, it sounds like the setup to one of those types of doujins.

And yet, there I was, confused and terrified and being half-devoured by my bedsheets.

It was so, so overwhelming. Locks of pink covering half my brown hair; boobs where my chest used to be bare; an empty feeling right between my legs—

If it wasn’t for you, I don't know what I would’ve done.

…well, I can think of a few things, actually. You can probably tell they wouldn’t have been pretty.

But that’s beside the point.

You’re the reason why I’m still here today. You put up with me and all of my new hormones; helped me figure out how to put my life back together. You stuck around when it felt like everything else was crashing down around me—and I’ve never been more grateful for that.

God, I still remember when I first realized that I was in love with you. I denied it on instinct. ‘I couldn’t be,’ I reasoned; ‘you’re my best friend! And I’m not technically even a real girl!’

But the more I thought about it… the more time we spent together—just you and me, against the world… the less I wanted it to stop. I wanted to stay like that, forever and ever. I wanted to stay like this.

I wanted to be Neopolitan.

That’s when I embraced it: embraced being a girl, instead of just a boy thrown into the deep end. Started proudly showing my stuff, putting on makeup, buying all types of clothes, getting stares from guys and other girls alike. And I adored it; adored being the one they desired, but could never get—because my heart was taken a long time ago. Small though I may have been, I was sweet and sexy—

—and I know you loved it just as much as I did.

And now… here we are.

No longer just dating, but freshly married.

You’re so beautiful, you know. You always have been, but age has only made you even more so. I’ve waited for this day for a long time… and I’m sure you have, too.

I don’t need to beat about the bush here. You know what I want, right?

I want you.

All of you.

I’ve held myself back all this time, since I didn’t want to take any risks while I was still blindly navigating girlhood—but that’s no longer the case. We’re not teenagers anymore: we can do whatever we want now, and no one can stop us.

C’mon, let’s get to it. I’m the ice cream, and you’re the scooper; the hunter, and their hungry prey.

Unbutton my shirt; slip off my pants; untie my panties. Make me a woman, in the best way possible.

I’m ready.