#i chose blake because kitty ears

[kitkatopinions]

I think we're never going to be able to actually see good arguments against rwde criticism posts until people start treating RWBY like a fictional story entirely created by and written by flawed human people and not like a documentary of things that actually happened with real people who actually exist. And I know if I get any response from this from people who hate rwde, there'll be some like 'omg I can't believe they think we think cartoon characters are real' but that's not what I said. I said some people are out here acting like they're real in their arguments.

This shows up in two ways.

Number One: Acting like the characters or events in RWBY are real and had to happen, like the RWBY writers are just dutifully recounting what really happened instead of creating everything and making all the choices for everything that will be in the story (obviously with no input from the fictional characters)

Arguments like "of course the RWBY writers portrayed the White Fang as a terrorist group full of criminals, the White Fang IS a terrorist group full of criminals." The White Fang doesn't exist in real life, every single fucking thing about the White Fang was chosen by writers who then purposefully wrote it into their story, so they could've just not written the White Fang to be that way, and then the White Fang wouldn't have been that way. When people are talking about whether or not the writers should've written the White Fang the way they did, nobody should be saying "but that's how the White Fang was." (Btw I have quite literally seen this happen.) Arguments like "Blake chose Yang, shipping her with other people and wishing she was with someone else is disrespecting her choice in the matter." Blake is fictional, she can't control her own actions because she isn't a real person. A group of (majority men) have decided everything she does, and someone not liking the relationship the writers chose to go with isn't 'disrespecting a character's choice' because she has no volition, she's a puppet. If someone is saying "I personally just don't like the ship between Blake and Yang and like this other ship instead" nobody should be saying "That's hurting Blake." (I have also quite literally seen this happen.) Arguments like "Blake doesn't mind when her friends do things like lead her around with laser pointers, talk about how cute her "kitty ears" are, or anything else, so since she's okay with it, we should be too." Again, Blake is fictional, she's only 'okay with it' because the writers write her to not say anything (outside of that one time she yelled at Weiss for being bigoted which is something Weiss never apologized for.) If someone is saying that there's a problem with the writers making members of Team RWBY commit microaggressions towards Blake with next to no consequences, nobody should be saying "but Blake never said she had a problem with It." (I've also seen this happen.) Arguments like "Penny had to become a flesh human, didn't you see that there was no other way" and "No one else but Jaune could've been there with Penny when she died" and "Jaune had to kill Penny," and "Penny made that choice for herself and it's what she wanted" in response to complaints about Penny's eventual end. Every single choice made that turned Penny into a human corpse at the end of season 8 was purposefully crafted and written to be that way by human writers who decided that Penny had to get hacked, and decided that she had to turn human, and decided that Jaune had to be there, and decided that Penny 'couldn't be healed' and would ask Jaune to kill her. If somebody is complaining about what the writers did and the choices the WRITERS made, it's really disingenuous to be like "But what could Jaune have done differently?" "But how can you say you didn't want Penny to become flesh when she would've died if she didn't?" "But of course Jaune was the one with Penny when she died, Ruby had already fallen into the void! What do you want her to have done, just teleported back? Heheheh." STOP IT, the events that happened in RWBY were all chosen by writers, none of what happened in RWBY had to happen! (Again, I've literally seen people do this.) Honestly, I could go on with this section, but everyone probably gets the point.

Number Two: Acting like the entire show (and its side content) has always existed as is and that anyone who didn't see the whole picture all at once is just like an idiot or something. This one is a little harder to explain than the above, but I will do my best with examples of what I mean.

Person A: "You know, back in the first two seasons of RWBY, it seemed like they were setting up a clash of ideals between Blake and Adam, and even though I don't trust that it would've been done well, it would've been really interesting to see Adam's early displayed care towards the Faunus actually carried through the rest of the show." Person B: "Don't you even watch the show? Adam never cared about the Faunus cause, he just was using it for power and to hurt Blake! All of this was clear in volume five and six." Just because something happened in later volumes doesn't mean it was always going to happen or that it should've happened, or that it was inevitable. People saying "Adam once acted (insert character trait here) and I wish they'd kept with that" doesn't warrant a "well clearly he was just pretending because we know from (insert later volume here) that he never believed that." It's very possible that the writers once wrote Adam with a different idea in mind than they wound up writing for him later. And even if they didn't and they always only had one thing in mind for Adam, that doesn't mean that people are wrong to say that it didn't come across that way.

Person A: "They're putting so much emphasis on Summer and I don't like it because she hasn't been treated like she was important for like the first five seasons. If they wanted her to matter to me, they should've set more groundwork into establishing her importance." Person B: "Summer is important, clearly, don't you see how much she means to Ruby? Like tell me you don't watch the show without telling me. What's this 'Summer isn't important' thing, she's literally a huge part of Ruby's character, did you never watch volume nine?" Volume nine didn't exist before this year! Saying that Summer is unimportant to me because she was super unimportant for literally more than five years and then barely important for like two seasons after, saying 'but then she did become important' doesn't... Make any sense with the conversation!

Person A: "RWBY's queer representation has been pretty lackluster in general. There are very few queer characters and for the majority of a decade, there were no canon confirmed queer main characters when there could've been the whole time." Person B: "Blake and Yang were literally queer the entire time lol, just because they didn't kiss until volume 9 doesn't mean they weren't queer, you can be queer without being in a relationship." As a bisexual woman, I know this. However, Blake and Yang are not REAL. They weren't written to be canon confirmed as queer until they became canon confirmed as queer because the writers WROTE them to be and chose when to do that. Saying 'there were no canon queer main characters in rwby for eight seasons and like ten whole years is just true. Person A: "At the end of volume seven, it was established that they didn't have the resources to launch the communications tower. This was then retconned in volume eight where the writers made it so that they could launch the communications tower, but Ironwood just wouldn't." Person B: "Umm, clearly Ironwood was just lying about the communications tower. It's not a retcon lol, the tower literally launches in volume eight, so obviously it could." The writers wrote one thing to be treated as completely true in one volume, and then the writers wrote that it wasn't true in the next season. This was the writers changing things around. The 'communications tower' doesn't exist, so it wasn't 'always ready to launch' and Ironwood in volume seven could very well not have been lying because Ironwood isn't real and he only *does* what the writers make him do. So while in the complete rwby canon Ironwood was lying because that's the story the writers eventually wrote..... While we're discussing the writing and flaws in the writing what Ironwood *wanted* and *meant* and *kept secret* doesn't have a place in the conversation.

Basically, a bunch of people like to act like everything that exists for rwby now has always existed for rwby and that talking about what it could've or should've been or was in the early seasons needs to fit with what's currently being made. People can't talk about the choices the writers made involved in changes to characters like Ironwood, Blake, Adam, Winter, etc because other people treat rwby like all of it has always been and everything that happens is how it always was.

In conclusion:

When some people argue with rwde posters, they act like (again, not that they really believe, they just act like) the writers are entirely inconsequential, that RWBY is and was always inevitably the way it is now. Some people argue like the characters are real and have real opinions and choose things for themselves. They act like RWBY is like, gifted to the writers by divine knowledge of events in other worlds and the writers are just dutifully recounting it to us as it happened. They argue like the writers are more like Lemony Snicket the character bound to the fate of narrating the unfortunate events that already befell the Baudelaire Orphans, rather than Daniel Handler the real life person writing children's novels.

If people want to argue with rwde posters about whether or not the writing in rwby can be criticized, they shouldn't do it this way. It's very frustrating to try to have a conversation about writing when people are coming at it acting like fictional characters can get their fictional feelings hurt when mean old me doesn't understand that the fictional circumstances had to happen for some reason or always were as if we're in a wibbly wobbly timey wimey situation. XD

#rwde #long post #this is the post that burgers just posted about

[aloeque]

Here I made a little dancing kitty faunus.

#blake belladonna #rwby #gif warning #my art #procreate #photoshop cs2 #this is the first time I've actually completed an animation #i chose blake because kitty ears #this is like a practice #i'd like to do more complex things #but i am noob

[howlingday]

So just saw your stealth armour post and thought I might offer up the SPI (Semi-Powered Infiltration) armour from Halo that the Spartan III's use

"Talk!" He barked again, striking her across the face. She hissed at the pain, but only gave a glare as her answer. "You can't hold out forever. Once the Captain gets here, you'll sing like a canary!" He laughed at his own pun.

They always did.

To say the mission was a failure would be premature. Not too far from being true, but just a hair enough away to not call it quits just yet.

Blake's mission was simple: get in, take pictures, get out. A three step plan within a 3,000 yard, underground, paramilitary, terrorist base. Nothing Blake was unfamiliar with, but also not like her usual marks.

Getting in was easy, since they always put the juniors and rookies in charge of guarding the exterior. Her options were front gate, back gate, chimney, or waste disposal.

Front gate was the least guarded, but also whe the most experienced guards would be placed; the ones who recognized everyone.

The rooftop chimney was a solid option, so long as the furnace wasn't operational, and the billowing smoke she as she approached 1,000 yards away told her it was in-service. The last thing she needed was to slip down a chute into a literal Hell.

The waste disposal piping spewed steam and other fluids that at make her sensitive to Faunus noses at best, and steam-cooked meal for the Grimm at worst.

That left the back-door; an obvious choice many think to use, which was why it was also the most heavily guarded. As she scanned the back entrance, she saw supply trucks and shipping containers. There were eight guards in total; two at the personnel door, three patrolling the exterior, one in each of the two towers, and one patrolling the interior, moving between the containers. The trucks were all parked close to warehouse loading entrances, and the shipping containers stacked two high and about twenty feet of free space between each stack.

Blake watched the guards carefully, shifting her focus to each one through her binoculars. She was right to assume they were inexperienced. The two at the personnel door were laughing and palling around instead of standing guard. The one in the left tower was sleeping, and the other was on his radio, the smile and laughter from her mouth told Blake that this wasn't an actual report. The one wandering between the containers slumped against them as he patrolled, no doubt from being forced to patrol in the middle of the night against his sleep schedule. The three continued to dutifully patrol the exterior.

She nodded as she developed her plan. She knew she would have to improvise, but she planned for that as well. Worst come to worse, she'll Yang it. She slowly lifted herself off the ground from her prone position.

Knocking the back of her head into a shotgun muzzle.

One long, drawn-out, and overall futile struggle later, she was here: tied to a chair, brandishing a red mark on her face, and a surly captor standing in front of her.

"Who sent you?!" Said captor shouted. "Atlas? Menagerie? Where did you come from?!" Blake smirked. He didn't like that. She could tell by the way he hit her again. After this, she was going to need an ice pack. He growled as he waved his hand in front of him. He must have hit her cheek bone that time. "Screw it! The boss'll make you talk," he turned away, revealing a dog tail, "and if he doesn't, he'll definitely make you scream." He laughed as he walked through the door.

Blake sighed, then looked around her temporary cell; there was a glass mirror in front of her, though she doubted it was a one-way; a table against the right wall held a dossier that probably had her information in there; and a door to her left with no window.

This would be a challenge.

The door to her left opened, and the dog faunus entered again. He was holding a billy club, and wore a wicked smile on his face.

"Hey, kitty-cat!" His voice oozing venomous saccharine tone. "I just got some bad news. The boss says he'll be late, but don't worry, because he said to go ahead and start without him. I just gotta leave your pretty face untouched." He laughed as he lifted his Billy club, and Blake watched her reflection flinch and shut her eyes.

She opened them to the sounds of the Billy club, thunking against the stone floor and gurgling, and saw her captor levitating off the ground, clawing at an unseen pressure against his throat. She saw terror in his eyes, then nothing as his body went limp.

The body fell to the ground with a crash, and felt a blade to her throat, and an unknown force pulled down on her wrists, forcing her neck up. The would-be assassin phased into existence, revealing a gray suit of armor with a mirror bowl of a mask, and a long serrated dagger pressing on her carotid artery.

"Kunoichi," her new captor spoke, "One, six, four, three."

Blake strained to speak as his pulling on her wrists forced her shoulders back. They felt like they were going to pop out, but she growled as she spoke.

"She mewled under his titanic frame, her senses giving way to her blazing passion as her-"

"Alright, enough!" Blake was released from the suit's grip, breathing easier as the knife found a new purpose cutting the ropes binding her, before being sheathed. "Why do you have to make me read your smut before a mission?"

"It's not smut," she defended, "it's a passionate romance novel with suspense, action, and-"

"Hardcore BDSM. Seriously, I feel like taking a shower after reading some of that stuff."

"What about the other stuff?" Blake teased. The savior turned away, probably to save face.

She decided to ease off the teasing and get back to business. She approached the desk and quickly flipped through the dossier. From what she skimmed, these new White Fang members didn't have much information on her, only a few photos and even fewer accounts that were more akin to rumors and heresay. Bottom line: not what she was looking for.

"Huh," her phantom spoke as he peered over her shoulder. "I figured they would have gotten your good side."

Blake scowled. "When did you show up?"

"Just now. You just walked over to this table and- Oh, don't give me that look. You know, I'm only joking!" The scowl that deepened didn't recede. "I'm here as your back-up."

Blake raised an eyebrow at him. "And?"

"And also guinea pig for this new armor the doctor whipped up." Blake walked past him and examined the room as he continued. "It's a light-weight, photoreactive, camouflage-combat suit designed for infiltration missions."

"Does it come with a mute button?" Blake asked as she approached the mirror.

"Uh, no, it doesn't." Blake reeled back and punched the glass, revealing an empty room with video screens, microphones, and speakers. There was a door in the back, and it was swinging ajar.

"Then shut up." Blake ran through the door, chasing the footsteps she could hear in front of her. She didn't hear any footsteps behind her, so she turned her head to glance at her partner, who was following her by about ten feet behind her. She faced forward and continued chasing her quarry.

She turned the corner, where she came face to face with a rifle butt. She bent backwards to avoid the strike, the ambush failing to connect. She placed a hand in a claw position balanced her upper body on it. She then watched as her backup ran around her and shoved the guard into the wall as he attempted to defend himself with his own rifle, pressing it against his chest.

"Please, don't kill me!" Stealth-bot responded to his plea by pressing harder.

"Equipment! Now!"

"Down that hallway, first door on the right!" Pressure was relieved, but was doubly applied before he could sigh in relief.

"I came from that way." The guard began to sweat. "There was nothing in there but three guards and a kitchenette. Do you think I'm stupid?"

"No! No, I swear to the Brothers!" The rifle body was slammed into his chest three times, taking a breath with each strike.

"SWEAR TO ME!"

"ON THE LEFT! IT'S ON THE LEFT!" The poor kid was crying now.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry." The interrogator let go of the rifle and stepped away.

"Fuck you!" The guard swung his rifle, aiming for the mirror face of his former captor. The rifle was caught midway and he was punched with enough force to launch him backwards, the impact into the concrete wall behind him knocking him unconscious.

"Your stealth could use some work." Blake criticized.

"Eh, I'm more of a ground fighter, anyways."

Blake hummed in acknowledgement, then looked down the corridor the guard pointed. Was that really the right direction? And why didn't he sound the alarm? Blake noticed there were no alarms activated in the interrogation viewing room, yet the button to activate the alarms was present. "Any guards coming?"

"Nope." The armored suit pressed a button in the back of his helmet, near the base of the skull, and a click was heard. The click was soft enough that it required her faunus ears to hear it. The helmet was removed, and Blake finally saw the face of her backup, and boyfriend, Jaune Arc.

"Brr! It's cold!" He said with a shake. "Feels nice, though. But there's no guards nearby. Wanna see? I gotta warn ya: it gets stuffy after a while."

Blake looked at the helmet staring at her, then to the man towering over her in his armor. This was the man she chose to give her heart to; the one she chose above all others to not only save her life, but die for her as well. She sighed as and donned the helmet as he shook the sweat from his hair. The faint, sour scent clung to the internal cushioning.

She looked down the hallway as the digital and holographic visor details came to life. In the bottom right corner was a map, complete with the base schematics and red dots; in the top left was just, "DISCONNECTED" in big, blocky words, fading in and out softly; in the bottom left was, "EMPTY" is the same size and font as the top left, but this one didn't fade.

"How do I activate the camouflage?"

"Oh, that's easy!" Jaune reached above her crown and pressed a button. Blake saw the world ripple for a moment, but nothing changed overall. She turned to her boyfriend to ask if there was a malfunction, but didn't speak once she saw his face.

His cheeks were puffed, his eyes teary, and a hand covered his mouth. She scowled at him. She probably looked ridiculous. She removed the helmet and handed it back. "Take it." Jaune felt around for the invisible orb that was his helmet, and after finding the hole, he donned it, causing his entire body to disappear with his head.

"Way to not lose your head, Blake!" Blake groaned at his pun work. Why were "blondes who think they're funny" her type? "Aw, cheer up! The mission is almost over. On my way here, I took pictures of their plans. Nothing too impressive."

Blake raised an eyebrow. He did her job? That's not good. Good for the mission, yes. Good for her reputation and credibility, no. "I still need my gear, then it's time for evac. Which way is out?"

"That way." Blake was silent for a few seconds until he caught on. With a click, Jaune reappeared in front of her, nervously chuckling. He then cleared his throat and pointed down the hallway they came from. "Uh, that way."

"Good." Blake nodded. "We know what way is out, then." She started walking down the other hallway to where the guard said earlier.

"Wait, are we really going to trust him? He could have been lying to me."

"No, he didn't. He was at first, but then he changed when you threatened him."

"Was I really that scary to him?"

"You were pretty convincing." She couldn't see it, but she was pretty sure Jaune was blushing. "You got my back?"

"Nope." Jaune then phased out of sight with a click. "Now I am."

Blake nodded and hugged the corner behind her, peeking around it. With the coast clear, she ran down the hallway to the door on the left, flattening herself against the wall by the doorway. She shimmied until she was next to it.

She couldn't see or hear Jaune. Was he there? She swallowed the growing anxiety back down, and gripped the handle, slowly and carefully opening it. She immediately let go to let the door open itself.

A gloved hand grabbed her retreating wrist and pulled her into the room. She hit the doorway and was thrown onto the hard concrete floor on her back. The sudden events winded her, and as she recovered, she looked up to see a bulky White Fang member in a gray coat, wearing a Grimm mask with horns decorating it. In his right hand, he gripped a chainsaw-sword.

Blake recognized him instantly. He was Adam's right hand man, the most loyal to the White Fang's cause. She hadn't seen him since saving Weiss from him on that train under Mt. Glenn.

"I found you." His chainsaw-sword roared to life in his grip as he stepped forward. Blake crawled backwards, not taking her eyes off him. She felt her right hand touch something soft and glanced down to see a black ribbon flowing out of a box. She yanked on it, spilling the cargo within and revealing Gambol Shroud. She yanked once more, pulling her weapon to her and pointed it at the beast of a man.

She pulled the trigger, and was disheartened to hear a click. "Shit!"

"What, did you think we would leave it loaded?" He laughed as he stepped closer. "I told Adam I would bring you to him, and now I am. Mission complete."

"Not yet." The White Fang whirled around, only to have his leg swept out from under him by an invisible force. Or it was until his assailant phased into view. He landed with a thud, but immediately thrusted his sword forward and upward into his revealed foe. Only air was rended as the assailant juked aside, then stomped on his shoulder to force him to let go.

No such luck as the attack then shifted to behind him towards his assassin's leg. Another dodge resulted in a miss, but free him in the process. The White Fang Captain rolled forward and leapt out of the storage room. He then held out his free hand to taunt his opponent.

Jaune looked behind him to Blake. She was slightly injured, with only a mark on her left shoulder to show for it. "You okay?" She nodded, which was enough for him. Jaune nodded in response and withdrew his knife, running out into the duel.

Jaune leapt out of the room, staring down his chainsaw-sword-wielding opponent. Both masked men sized each other up, their masks denying view to their expressions.

Blake watched from behind the wall of the doorway, shifting Gambol Shroud to blade mode. She wouldn't intervene unless absolutely necessary.

The Captain made the first move with a downward swing, which Jaune avoided. However, the Captain then struck him with his left fist against his helmet. Jaune was slightly dazed, but shook it off. The Captain charged again, swinging his sword wide from the left. Jaune ducked low to avoid it, then launched himself forward, imagining he spring-loaded his calves, and cut the left thigh of his foe with his knife.

The Captain grunted at the pain, then jumped away a few feet, then stomped down into his prone foe. Jaune rolled onto his back and jumped to his feet. The Captain retreated his used leg to rebalance, then lunged into Jaune with thrust, then grabbed Jaune by head when he dodged. He swung his blade aside and smashed his helmet into the wall.

"Now hold still." The Captain growled as he stepped back and gripped his chainsaw-sword with both hands like a bat. He took a wide stance as readied to swing. In that instant, the battle was decided.

The Captain swung his chainsaw-sword wide, but was stopped mid-swing by a black ribbon. He turned his head to the source and found Blake pulling back with Gambol Shroud with all her might, using the doorway wall as leverage.

"Wait your turn, traitor!" He indulged her by charging to her and swung into the wall she was hiding behind. Chainsaw teeth chewed and rended their way through stone like paper, sending sparks flying everywhere and Blake leaping back.

The roaring died as his blade found a new home in the wall. The Captain struggled to free it, yanking this way and that. Blake saw this as an opportunity and walked towards him with Gambol Shroud in both hands. She regretted this, however, as a well-placed kick to the wall demolished it and freed his weapon.

"So impatient, aren't we?" The Captain drew forward, raising his roaring chainsaw-sword high above his head. "Very well. I'll grant you your death wish."

Blake looked to her sides. The room was tall enough to accommodate height, but not width as she saw no feasible way to escape. She would have to gamble on her speed and go for a forward strike to his stomach. Blake crouched low and charged. If she didn't make it, at least Jaune would be able to escape.

The roaring engine of the chainsaw-sword died to a low hum as the Captain stood there. He looked down to see the traitor with her sword in his belly, and his assassin put a knife in his right lung from behind. Both removed their blades, causing the air to leave him as he collapsed, his blood splattering onto the traitor. So this is how he went out: at the hands of a traitor and an assassin. He closed his eyes and let the darkness swallow him.

"You good?" Jaune asked. Blake panted, letting the adrenaline die before answering.

"Yeah. Can we leave now?"

"Yeah." Jaune nodded. "Yeah, I think that sounds good. Just one thing first."

"How is his condition?"

"He's wounded, but he'll survive. A minor laceration to the thigh and scuffed knuckles will heal in days, at most."

"And his more grievous injuries?"

"A punctured right lung will heal, but it'll be months to a year before he's field ready again."

"And his lower torso?"

"Luckily, it only cut part of the large intestine. Still debilitating and could have been lethal, but still better than his stomach."

"Hm, I see. Thank you, doctor. I will send someone to check on him every day."

"You're welcome. If you don't mind me asking, what happened to him?"

"He got involved in a fight that could have been avoided. Nothing to gain, but pride to feed his ego."

"And the base?"

"Nothing of value lost."

#rwby #jaune arc #blake belladonna #knightshade #halo #my answer #white fang lieutenant

[rwbyremnants]

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Spin the bottle (yes again lol, for the fans of a certain other fic), underage drinking, make out fun, slight boner-town

=Chapter 2

"MERRY DUSTMAS!"

The four teammates shouted the proclamation simultaneously as Ruby pressed a button on a reloadable cracker, a Dust reaction filling the air with shimmering confetti. They laughed and raised their glasses of mulled red sap wine - which Ruby technically shouldn't have been drinking for another few months, but Yang decided as long as she didn't leave the Xiao Long household, it was no big deal.

"I must say," Weiss sighed airily as she gazed around at the festive decor, "even though I'm missing the annual Dustmas Eve Ball at Schnee Manor, this is quite a bit nicer than I expected."

"Put it this way,” Yang laughed before she completely downed her drink, wiping her mouth with the back of her arm. “Here, you don't have to have a stick up your ass."

Her partner, on the contrary, took small sips of her own, savouring all the flavours as she took her seat on the small sofa. The Xiao Long house was smaller than Blake expected, but it was cozy enough. And with their father being away for the weekend, the place was their own.

"I suppose that's true," Weiss said while sniffing delicately at her drink as if to make sure it wasn't poisoned.

"Yay!" Ruby said with a little bounce from her seat on the ottoman. "The Dustmas Bush is all decorated, we have cookies and, um, wine, and all four of us are together! What could possibly make this night better?"

"Presents, duh! You are gonna love yours, Ruby. It practically screams your name." Yang grinned as she plopped down opposite the other girls. In the centre of them, she then placed one of her Ember Celica gauntlets, looking up with a smirk. "Now it's time for some real fun."

"And what, pray tell, qualifies as 'real fun'?" Weiss asked airily.

"Spin The Blade," Ruby grumbled, clearly less than enthused.

"Spin the what? A game? But Ember Celica doesn't even have a blade!"

"Well, back in 'the days of old'-" for that line, Yang had deliberately put on an 'old man' voice, before continuing "-they used a dagger. But my gear does the trick and it’s not loaded, so way less dangerous. Anyway, it's not the blade that's important!"

Ruby's little lackluster nod drew Weiss's attention. "What's with you? It doesn't seem like you want to play this game."

"It's more like I don't want to play it with my sister… but whatever, I guess it'll still be fun." With a concentrated effort, the short-haired girl perked up and smiled. "Okay, I’m in!"

"I'm kinda scared to try this, knowing Yang,” the Faunus admitted, shifting from the sofa back to the floor opposite her partner. “What are the rules?"

"Pretty simple. You spin Ember Celica, and whoever it aims at has three choices: kiss, truth, or dare. Obviously, the more drunk we get, the funner it's gonna be."

"Kiss?" A light went off behind Weiss's violet eyes. "Ohhh… now I get why you don't want to play it with your sister."

"We do cheek-kisses," Ruby groaned. "Still awkward, though. But okay, um, why don’t we get this going?"

However, Blake suddenly seemed to be a little less than enthused with the idea. She didn’t speak up, but did fall completely silent, biting her lip as she glanced between the battle gauntlet and Ruby’s slightly rosy cheeks. Kissing was one of the options? Did it have to be?

"Alright. Since it was my idea, I'm gonna start!" And with that, the blonde grasped the top of Ember Celica, spinning it as fast as she could. With the four of them sat watching it, it continued round and round until it landed on…

"Oooohhh, looks like you're up, Ice Queen."

Instantly, Weiss's estimation of the game took a spiralling nosedive and everyone could see it happening. "W-wait, does that mean if I pick 'kiss', that I have to kiss you?!" Swallowing, she squeaked, "Wh-what are my other two options again?"

"Truth, or dare…" Yang folded her arms, smirking contentedly at how flustered the Ice Queen was. Even more so when her partner posed an interesting question.

"But if she said dare, couldn't you just dare her to kiss you?"

"TRUTH!" Weiss half-shouted. "I pick truth, absolutely, I pick truth, whatever on earth that means!"

"Wow, Weiss," Ruby squeaked as she leaned away from her battle partner. "Way to overcompensate…"

"Almost as if you think Yang has cooties," Blake joined in, chuckling mischievously.

But it was Yang's turn to tease. For a moment, she raised her hand to her chin, thinking deeply for a question. What would make the Ice Queen the most uncomfortable? And then she snapped her fingers. "Which of us three do you find the most attractive?"

Weiss felt both of her eyes go wide as saucers. "I… what… you… damn you, Xiao Long, that's not the sort of thing you can ask a girl! About other girls, even!"

"Well, too bad, she did," Ruby giggled.

"But none of you are boys, this isn't really a fair question!!" Weiss glanced between Blake and Yang briefly. "I suppose… Yang, okay? Are you satisfied?"

"Score!" She celebrated with a fist pump, flexing her muscles.

“It’s because you look so much like a man!” she flung at her, ears already pinkening. “Shut up!”

Laughing aloud, Yang pushed Ember Celica in her direction. "And now it's your turn to spin!"

While Weiss spun the weapon and grumbled something about "self-infatuated gloryhounds", Ruby laughed and said to her sister, "This is a lot more fun than when we played it with Zwei, isn't it?"

"Yeah that was… mostly just gross," Yang confessed. But finally the weapon had stopped spinning, and it landed on… "Oooooh, Blake!"

"W-wha?!" Sure enough, Ember Celica was aiming in her direction. Intimidating as it was, she took a sip of her wine again to try and calm her nerves. If she voted kiss, she would have to kiss one of the girls! Why was this a question of either being embarrassed or humiliated?

Well, there was one other option. "A-alright. Dare."

Letting out an audible sigh, Weiss said, "Alright, um… let me think of something suitably, well, beginner-level." Tapping her chin, she eventually straightened and said. "Oh! I dare you to kiss your Semblance!"

"Kiss my… what?!" She frantically looked around the room, watching as everyone else was just grinning and laughing to themselves. She really had to do this. "F-fine. I guess that’s not too bad."

And soon enough, she puckered her lips, only for that copy of herself to remain frozen, the real her appearing right in front of it as she pressed her lips back against the mirroring set. At least only a small kiss on the lips wasn't that bad.

There was nothing to stop Ruby from giggling. The sight sent a thrill through her, but it was also just really amusing to see two copies of Blake kissing each other. Then again, it could have been the wine talking.

"Fabulous!" Weiss snickered as she clapped. "Well, that was oddly satisfying. Also, I didn't expect it would matter, since you weren't having to kiss one of us. You're welcome."

"Still humiliating though. Look at that face." She gestured toward the copy of herself, lips still puckered for the kiss. But with a wave of her hand, it vanished again.

"Now it's your turn, kitty!"

"Okay, okay…" She quickly spun Ember Celica, watching intently for who it would land on, sipping her wine once again.

"O-oh."

Ruby felt her face warm when she saw the business end of the gauntlet pointing in her direction. Everything had been mildly amusing up until she was the one in the spotlight.

"Ooooohhh this'll be fun!" Yang smirked, staring over at her sister. "What's it gonna be, Sis? Blake will decide your fate!"

"Um… okay, I guess I'll…" Why did she feel so conflicted? A kiss from Blake didn't sound so bad, but then again, asking for it would make her seem weird or desperate. So she merely squeaked, "Um, truth?"

"Hah!" Weiss snapped. "Who's the coward now?"

"STILL YOU!"

"Ladies, ladies, you're both pretty," Yang laughed, getting up and grabbing the many empty glasses belonging to the girls, before heading to the kitchen to get refills. “And chickenshit!”

In that time, Blake was thinking to herself. What would be the best question? "Okay, Ruby, um… I guess, who in the school do you find attractive?"

"Well, I never really thought about it," Ruby said shyly. Maybe a dare would have been better after all, but it was too late to worry about that. "I mean, both you and Weiss are so pretty I can't stand it, but if you mean boys, um… I guess Jaune's kind of cute, in a goofy way."

"Jaune?" Weiss scoffed. "That toe fungus?"

"I didn't say he was some kind of chiseled god, just that he's cute! You really don't think he is?"

Shrugging, the heiress pretended to brush dirt from her impeccable sleeve. "He's beneath me. After all, I'm 'so pretty you can't stand it', right?"

Flushing, Ruby reached out and spun Ember Celica, refusing to comment.

An hour or so later, the group was a constant mess of giggling and laughter. It was Yang's fifth glass of wine, Blake's third, Weiss's second, and Ruby had only finished her one that she was allowing herself. Still, they were all light headed. Yang obviously so when it was her turn.

"Aaaalright Rubes, I ain't no coward. I'll go for kiss!"

"Yaaaang!" Ruby protested, but she was already resigned to her fate. The first time the “blade” had put her and Yang together, she had chosen "dare", and Yang dared her to run around the house in her underwear. That had been mortifying, despite knowing that nobody was around for miles, so the next time she chose "truth" - which led to her having to reveal that yes, she had had a sexy dream before. When asked about whom , she refused to answer on the grounds that it was a separate question.

In light of all that, kissing her sister seemed like the lesser of three evils. Heart pounding, she leaned forward and screwed her eyes closed, waiting for Yang to do the unthinkable.

Even when drunk, her older sister knew how awkward it was for them both, and possibly for the other two watching. And so she only delivered a very brief peck on the lips. Ruby sighed and shivered in mingling mortification and relief, then ducked her head down between her shoulders.

“Thanks, Sis.”

“You’re welcome. I got your back.” She tousled the younger girl’s hair before pushing Celica to her. "Spin away!"

"Never thought I'd see that," Weiss remarked as Ruby spun the bottle.

"Why is it making you blush though?!"

Folding her arms, Weiss did her best to pretend her face wasn't glowing like a stoplight. "Th-this isn't because I watched you two kiss! It's still from Blake's question about what kind of panties I own!"

"Honestly, I didn't expect you to say red lace!" Yang chuckled, by now more or less out of her mind, having to lean against the sofa.

Blake wasn't faring too well either given that she had finished her latest drink, occasionally wobbling as she barely sat upright on the floor. Though then she found herself in the line of fire. "Not again…"

Nodding to herself as if she had been expecting it, Ruby said, "Mkay, Blake. What's it gonna be?"

That was the question. As much as Truth seemed the best option, she didn't fancy the question that would surely be asked. Who did she have a crush on in their year group? Kissing fared no better, considering someone had gotten Yang to kiss her in previous rounds, which had come pretty close to stirring reactions in her body that were better off not coming to pass. There was only one real choice.

"Dare."

By now, with a little wine making her stomach warmer, Ruby felt a lot bolder than she normally would have. "I dare you… to… take one piece of clothing off and leave it off for the rest of the night!"

"Now hold on!" Weiss snapped immediately. "Doesn't this set a dangerous precedent?!"

"WHAT?!" Even in her slightly drunken state, she was far too shy for that. All she had on was some black and white pyjamas that Yang had let her borrow, since she had managed to forget her gown. It was either the top or the bottoms, and neither were preferable. "C-can I change my answer or something? Please?"

"Ssssure you can," slurred Yang, who only pointed at her sister. "Forfeit is to kiss Rubes."

"O-oh," Ruby whispered. None of them had forfeited so far, and she hadn't realised that was the rule. It simply hadn't come up yet.

"So I either have to be in my underwear or kiss your sister?"

"Yep. And not just a peck on the lips Sister-Kiss, either. I mean full-on make out. Curl her toes!"

And with that, the poor brunette’s eyes shot wide open. As lovely as the girl was, Ruby was a little too young to be playing tonsil hockey with anybody! Surely Yang couldn't condone that happening to her own sister… or perhaps she had forgotten thanks to her drunken state. "This is unfair…"

"Seems fair to me," Weiss muttered. "I had to lick Ruby's elbow."

"Yang!" Ruby hissed at her sister. "What are you trying to do?!"

"Whaaaaat?" Yang laughed, unable to help but lay tilt her head.

In Blake's dismay, she sighed reluctantly. As much as she didn't want to do it, kissing Ruby seemed the better option. That punishment didn't last all night at least – and wouldn’t reveal far more than she wanted to let out of the bag.

"Fine. I forfeit."

It seemed Ruby's daring scheme to tease Blake had backfired drastically. "You… do?" Licking her lips, she glanced back and forth at her other teammates for help, but Yang was still saturated with alcohol, and Weiss was merely sitting there with her arms folded, waiting for developments. There was nothing for her to do but sit forward slightly. "Well… um, okay."

With eyes on then both, Blake couldn't give in. She had to swallow her pride. 'Imagine it's someone else,' she thought desperately. 'Sun, or Jaune – or Grandma! Anyone!' But as much as she wanted to, she couldn't deny one emotion biting at her. She wanted it to be Ruby. The whole thing was wrong, making out with the girl she liked when she was so young – and they were drunk! But Ruby was beautiful, kind, passionate. Everything she dreamed of in someone to get closer to.

So, she too leant forward, taking Ruby's lips with her own, kneading them against one another gently.

In all honesty, she had been expecting the kiss with Blake to be rather like the one from Yang; chaste and cheeky, amusing. Despite her sister’s goading, no way would she have really given them hell if they didn’t ‘make out’ as she demanded. Instead, this one was tender, yearning for more yet restrained from taking it beyond this initial stage. Blake's mouth was sweet and somewhat tart from the wine, and she found herself wanting more of it, she wanted-

"I thought you two were supposed to be making out," Weiss said airily. "Not just lip-locking."

It was difficult for Ruby to block out her needling voice, but she did her best. When she tried to shift forward she almost lost her balance, and desperately grabbed for Blake's shoulder to steady herself. Only afterward did it feel strange to her, to be clutching her friend while they kissed, but what could she do about it?

Rolling her eyes behind her eyelids, Blake leant further into the kiss to respond to Weiss, joining in as she also grasped Ruby's shoulder to pull her into her. The girl's lips were far softer then what she had expected. Of course, innocent of any form of kissing, but a delight to indulge in none the less. They felt good. In fact…

It felt too good. Once the other two seemed satisfied, she quickly let go. "T-there, happy?!"

"Y-yes," Weiss stammered as Ruby pressed a hand against her mouth. "That was quite an interesting show you two put on for us, I have to say. Wow."

"Show?" Ruby squeaked. "It's… it was fun, but why would you… I mean, I don't…"

"Hey, are you okay?" Weiss asked, eyebrows knitting. "You're acting kind of extra-doltish."

It took a few more moments for Blake to realise what exactly happened. She had just kissed Ruby Rose. Her leader, two years younger then herself, her partner's sister. It was both an honour, and nearly set off a panic in the pit of her stomach. 'Why did you do that?! She’s barely old enough to be at Beacon at all! You said it yourself, she's too innocent!'

"Hey… You both don't look so hot," Yang pointed out. Both of the two had red cheeks, mainly due to the alcohol rather than their rather steamy kiss.

"Don't say that!" Ruby piped up. "Blake always looks hot!" Only afterward did she realise what she had said. Oops. "I m-mean… well, she does. That's just a fact, right?"

"Whoa! I think we know who that sexy dream was about now…" Yang played along, only then did she look up toward the clock and see the time. "Ah damn, it's three in the morning! We should probably be getting to bed or Dad’s gonna cream us if we throw off our sleep schedules…"

"I'm all for that," Weiss sighed as she stretched her legs out in front of her, having been sitting on them for quite a while. The toes of her fuzzy socks wobbled a little. "If only to end this infernal game."

"But noooo," Ruby whined. "Okay, so this is a weird game, but we could do something else! Do we have to go to bed?"

"Yessss… Besides, Yang thhhhinks she needs it." When getting up, there was a lot of wobbling. If not for her grip on the chair, she would have fallen over. But it didn't stop the eratic giggling. "Y-you two love birds fffeel free to stay up, me and Weiss are gonna hit the sack."

Ruby watched Weiss follow Yang out of the room, and while the heiress didn't take a single backward glance, Yang kept leering at them and making smoochy-smoochy faces. It was humiliating, but luckily Blake was too busy reading the label of the wine bottle to notice. Or pretending to be.

"So," Ruby said in a hushed voice once they had heard the two bedroom doors slam closed.

"So," Blake echoed, placing the bottle back down. What was she meant to talk about now exactly? Should she bring it up? Forget it ever happened? Crack a joke about it to relieve tension? Being somewhat light headed didn't help any of her decisions. "I can't believe Yang let you have any wine."

Squirming for a few moments, Ruby scooted closer to Blake before whispering, "She tried to give me another after she'd had like, a whole bottle, but I said I didn't think it was a good idea. Tomorrow she'll probably feel terrible for it, but… hey, if we were in Vacuo I'd already have been drinking legally for a year now, right?"

"Yeah, that's true. I'm more annoyed that she encouraged you to-" Then she shut herself up. If she mentioned the fact that her and Ruby shared an intimate kiss, she would give away that she was still thinking about it. "A-anyway, has she let you do this before? Have wine, I mean."

"Not a whole glass," Ruby hedged. When Blake only blinked at her, she relented and said, "Okay, so she's been letting me have sips for years, but I swear this is the first time she let me have an entire glass to myself. Is… is that bad?"

"Not really, I guess. I mean, she wasn't forcing you to; still your choice." She laid back against the sofa as she looked over to Ruby. "But I’m there with you, actually. This is the first time I've been… well, drunk, and not just tried a sip or two."

It suddenly occurred to Ruby that she was sitting across from Blake, which made a lot less sense when they were the only two in the room. However, when she tried to stand up and walk over to her, she tripped on her own clumsy feet and face-planted against the cushion right next to Blake.

"OWWW!" she said in a muffled tone. "Well, I guess I'm drunk, too!"

"Easy, there," she laughed. But when seeing she couldn't get up properly by herself, she managed to lean over to her, pulling her shoulder slowly to pull her facing upward. "There you go…"

Though after a few seconds, she saw she was right above Ruby. She found herself looking into those silver eyes once again. Did they always sparkle? Even in such small lighting? The woman couldn't speak, only look at the beautiful girl underneath her.

Ruby returned the gaze, unfocused at first but then locking onto the amber orbs above her. Her throat felt tight. Then she gazed past her hair and pointed at the ceiling.

"Oh, look. Bristletoe."

Sure enough, a sprig of whitish leaves with green berries hung from the rafters, merrily adding a dash of holiday cheer to the decor. However, that particular plant held a specific tradition; you were supposed to spend the entire night with anyone you walked under it with.

"O-oh…" Outdated though it was, the first tradition was to repeat something they had just done: to begin the night with a kiss. Did she dare do it again? “Yeah, it’s… it sure is.”

“Guess you’d better kiss me,” Ruby chirruped in a slightly joking tone. But her cheeks were rosy, her eyes half-closed as she smiled up at her teammate.

Before Blake knew what was happening, she found her lips pressing on the younger girl's, this time remaining still. She wanted to make sure the partner also wanted this.

Ruby had not been expecting her to go through with it, but she actually had upheld the tradition of Bristletoe. Would she go through with the rest? That was unimportant at the moment. Whimpering quietly, she reached a hand up to hold Blake's face against her own as her lips began to move, to push against another set that were so inviting. After a few seconds, she found Blake's bottom lip was between hers, and began to suckle it gently, not knowing quite why she enjoyed it to the degree she did but absolutely sure she wanted more.

"Mmm…" For reasons unknown to her, the soft and delicate suckling against her lips felt amazing. And she returned the favour how she could, managing to catch Ruby's top lip between hers, her teeth brushing lightly against it as she kissed the girl deeper.

When did she move to lay on top of her?! The weight of Blake's body sent a thrill straight down into Ruby's core, one she was completely unaccustomed to feeling. Was this allowed? Could people get this close without being married? Unbidden, she felt her hands trailing up the back and into the hair of her teammate, holding her in place and yearning for more and more contact. Sounds came from her throat that she didn't even believe herself to be capable of making. This was completely alien, and Blake was the last one she had expected to be sharing this moment with. It was magical.

Meanwhile, the Faunus was weathering something of a personal crisis. These were feelings she believed she had left behind years ago; feelings for women, that was. But something about Ruby Rose was so alluring to her. It may have been the wine talking, or just the heat of the moment, but her own hands began to wander over the girl's body, caressing each inviting curve as she moaned into her lover's mouth contentedly.

Slowly, Ruby became aware that this wasn't just going to be a kiss. They were going all the way. She wasn't completely sure that was what she wanted… or what that even meant, but Blake felt better than anything she had experienced in her entire life and it seemed worth it to her that she explore. Taking her first bold action, she let her hand wander down and grip the subtle mound of Blake's backside, delighting in the gentle give of the flesh.

"Mmm!" She found she had to part her lips from the girl's below, letting out a heated sigh. Unintentionally, she pushed her backside into the hand above her, body craving more contact from the perfect woman below her. Completely losing herself in the moment.

However, the heat that was blossoming was doing things to her body she didn't anticipate. Which the younger girl could suddenly feel grinding into her leg.

"Blake!" Ruby panted as their kiss finally broke, her round, feverish face pressing into the curve of her neck. "Y… your belt moved, Gambol Shroud is in the front, or… or what is that?"

"Huh? Oh…" With a sudden jolt of ice water into her veins, Blake knew exactly what it was. Shit. Thanks to the wine, her temperature and hormones were so high, she didn't even realise the reaction making out with Ruby would spur. And now…

"I-it's nothing!" she desperately breathed, crawling backward off the woman underneath, before turning away from her. There was no way she was going to let something like this be ruined again.

"Okay," Ruby said without hesitation, though she was now quite worried about Blake. "Are- Blake, what is it? Talk to me."

One of her hands rested on the shoulder of the back turned toward her, but that was all she could muster. Blake was sad now, rather than enjoying what they were doing seconds ago. Was it anything she did? Or had the effects of the wine simply worn off enough for her to realise this wasn't a course of action she wanted to pursue?

"I-I…" All the while, she seemed to be staring down at the floor, legs bringing themselves up and against her chest so she could hide. With a reluctant sigh, she finally spoke. "Y-you don't want to do this with me, Ruby. I’m not quite the woman you think you’re with under the Bristletoe."

Perhaps Ruby wasn't the smartest student ever to attend Beacon Academy, or the most perceptive. But even she could put two and two together. Something about the mysterious pressure up against her thigh had given her friend great distress. A suspicion crept into her mind, but she pushed it away. That would be impossible. Completely impossible.

Wouldn't it?

"Hey," she breathed shakily as she began to scoot closer to Blake, sliding an arm around her waist. "Um, you're kind of right, I don't know what I want, but… it's not because it's you, okay? All of this felt really good. Super amazingly good! I’m just new at it, that’s all!"

"B-but I'm…" She remained still, just reveling in the feeling of an arm around her waist. Somehow, it felt good, comforting. It wasn't a hug, but it gave the same effect as one, making her feel warm inside her chest. Loved even.

But how long would that last when Blake told the truth? There was no other choice; if she didn’t, the instant she stood up Ruby would find it out, anyway. Because being so close to this magnetic girl was keeping her from being able to suppress that reaction anymore. With a long sigh, she pushed her legs down and out in front of herself, resigned to being humiliated now.

"Listen. I-I'm ugly… down there. You don’t want to keep going with me."

The words only seemed to confirm the strange, idle thought that had flitted through Ruby's brain. "Ugly how?" Then she halted and changed directions, leaning around Blake to try to catch a look into her eyes. "No, you're- Blake, I don't think you could be ugly anywhere."

But her forearm had already bumped the "ugliness" to which the Faunus was referring. Rigidness. It gave far too much to be any sort of weapon or other battle-related implement that she might be carrying, and was in the wrong location to boot.

Blake Belladonna was decidedly not a typical woman.

#Dustmas Cookies #rwby fanfiction #ladybug fanfiction #spin the bottle #rwbyremnants

[shirorozutriea]

WRW 2018 Day 7: Trust

Day 7: Trust

           Ahh… trust fall… truly a magnificent game for the wicked—I mean trustworthy(IRONY). In this time of millennials, we are more invested with the newest trend and other unfathomable trends, for example, the challenge you called Ice Bucket Challenge, truly a magnificent game for those who wants to have hypothermia or cardiac arrhythmias. And no, I’m not saying this things because this is an indecent hilarity display, it’s more like I’m telling you to refrain from doing this kinds of challenges that may physically harm you. Well, enough of that and let’s get down to business.

           You may be wondering why I chose trust fall here.. hmmm. Well, as the name goes, trust fall, you can’t do it if you don’t trust the ones catching you, not that you have to trust them all the time(base on the experience of a friend). Well then, shall we go on with the story? Oh… there’s Ruby…

“GUYSSSSSS!!!!” Yelled Ruby which alerted her group of friends.

“What is it, sis? Want us to beat someone up? Who is it? Where—“

“Calm down you oaf.” Said Weiss, rolling her eyes. “So, who is it?”

           Ruby looked at her friends and held out her hands shaking them with her eyes closed and head shaking.

“It’s  not that. No one bullied me or whatsit.” Said Ruby. “I saw something awesome in YouTube and I was wondering if we could do it.”

“What did you saw?” Asked Yang in curiosity.

“It’s a kind of a challenge or game. It’s called trust fall.” Said Ruby eagerly, her eyes twinkling in excitement.

“Ohhhhhh. I’ve heard of that before.” Informed Nora. “It’s a game with your trust fall buddy. You put your arms on your chest, kinda like posing like a dead person in a coffin and then you let your body fall from a certain height and your trust fall buddy will catch you.”

“That’s right, Nora! So yeah, wanna do it?” Asked Ruby.

“Ruby, it’s falling from a certain height. Won’t that physically harm us?” Informed Blake.

“Not really. It’s not that high anyways.” Said Ruby.

“Well, I’m off to challenge. Let’s do it, Rubes!” Grinned Yang punching her fists together.

“Just so you know, your trust fall buddy can also troll you.” Snickered Nora.

“Nora! Stop!” Said Ruby, putting a hand on Nora’s mouth.

***

“Okay, so let’s partner up!” Exclaimed Ruby as she held out a bottle of wine.

“Uhh, Ruby where’d you get that? You’re underage you know?” Said Yang, pointing at the bottle smiling nervously.

“Silly Yang, it’s already empty.” Chuckled Ruby. “But yeah, I might’ve gotten a sip of the wine… hehe… anyways! Spin the bottle, here we go!”

           Jaune took the bottle from Ruby and spin it, it spun for about three minutes before it slowed down. As it slows down the bottle pointed at Pyrrha and she smiled like she had won a lottery before frowning as the bottle continues to spin and landed on Weiss as she looked at the bottle distastefully. As if the bottle had heed her plea the bottle spun and finally landed on Ren. The two looked at each other, to the bottle and to each other, Ren took a breath spray from out of nowhere and sprayed his mouth.

“So, are they going to kiss?” Asked Weiss.

“NO!” Yelled Jaune, Pyrrha and Nora.

“Oookay.” Said Weiss holding out her hands in surrender.

“Okay. Jaune and Ren are partnered up. Next, spin it Yang!” Said Ruby

“Spin it, to win it!” Exclaimed Yang as she spun the bottle harshly it almost landed on Weiss’ face, luckily, Ruby acting on reflex caught the bottle and glared at Yang.

“Could you do it more harshly?” Said Ruby, sarcastically.

           Yang spun the bottle more gently than before and it spun around for five minutes before slowing down and pointed at Blake. Yang grinned then frowned when it landed on Nora’s place. Yang stared at the bottle as if she was betrayed and a lone tear fell.

“Mah, kitty… sniff.” Thought Yang.

***

A few spinning moments later…

”Okay! We got our partners! Jaune and Ren! Pyrrha and Blake! Yang and Nora! And last but not the least, Me and Weiss!” Exclaimed Ruby.

“Weiss and I.” Harrumphed Weiss. Ruby ignored her.

“Alright then, position!”

***

“I SWEAR NORA I WILL BURN YOU INTO SMITTEN IF YOU DROP ME AGAIN!!!” Yelled Yang at Nora as if she had experience falling on the ground for the umpteenth time, oh who am I kidding Nora just won’t catch her for some reason. Nora smirked at the threat and casually crossed her arms and let Yang fall on the ground with a loud thud.

“THAT’S IT!!! I WILL MURDER YOU!!! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS IN HERE VALKYRIE!!!! YOU MOTHERFUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!”

Technical Difficulties and a lot of swearing…

“GET BACK HEEEREEEE!!!!”

“HELL NO!!!”

           The group stared at the duo as they ran around the backyard of Beacon. While the other two partners are finished with minimum casualty, all there’s left was for Yang and Nora to do it before Ruby and Weiss. But of course, Nora being Nora and Yang being Yang they continuously troll on each other, up to the point that here they are pissed at each other.

“THAT’S JUST PAYBACK XIAO LONG!!!”

“PAYBACK MY ASS!!!!”

Weiss stared at the two before looking at Ruby. “We should finish this.”

Ruby nodded and hopped onto a rock and took a deep breath and crossed her arms on her chest. Weiss readied her arms as she stretched it out on her front to catch Ruby. Ruby closed her eyes and YOLO-ed in her thought and let her body fall. Weiss caught her in an awkward position.

“Okay. What’s this? Something soft… hmmm… squishy… what in Remnant am I holding?”

           Weiss opened her eyes and looked at her friends and saw all of them have their jaw dropped. Why is that? She continuously examine the squishy thing in her palms. They’re round, quite firm but soft. I wonder. She looked ahead to Ruby who had her ears burning red. She knows that her ears would turn red when she’s embarrassed, she then looked at her hands then at the back of Ruby’s head then to her hands. The horror came flooding down on her veins as she began to feel cold sweat running on her face. She slowly but surely looked at Yang, her eyes glowing red. She gulped at the sight and slowly latched off her hands from Ruby’s breast and… run.

“COME BACK HERE SCHNEE!!! YOU SHALT NOT DEFILE MY SISTER!!!

“I DID NOT!! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!!”

“I DON’T CARE!!! YOU TOUCHED MY SISTER’S DIGNITY!!”

“I’M SORRRRYY!!!!”

           The two ran in a goose chase as their friends stared at them before they stared at Ruby whose face is red putting her cape to shame. Ruby looked away from her staring friends as her heart continues to beat faster than normal.

“Gee, Weiss… and I’m careless… or so she says.”

“COME HERE SCHNEE!!! I WILL OBLITERATE TO OBLIVION!!!”

“NOOOOO!!! I’M SORRYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!”

           But hey, Weiss would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t liked it a bit—well maybe, a lot actually. Still, she’d be embarrassed to admit it and she don’t want her bones to break before the end of the school year.

#wrw2018 #white rose week #rwby #weiss schnee #ruby rose #day 7 #trust #another attempt at humour

[rwbyremnants]

THIS CHAPTER: White Rose: exhibitionism, more implied. Bumbleby: fellatio, anal fingering, scissoring, nipple-play, coming inside. (a little unrealistic lol)

=Chapter 24

The itchy need for satisfaction was filling Blake as she strode through the halls, stomach clenched. She needed Yang. In fact, she needed Yang immediately.

The image of Ruby trying to force her ruffly skirt to hide her second erection of the day refused to leave her mind. Pushing down her skirt, feeling the air against the skin... how mortified Ruby had looked when she first refused to give them back, then how dully embarrassed she was once she accepted her fate. Maybe they weren't lovers and never would be, but they had enjoyed a brief diversion during their shared lesson - one that left Blake gasping for more. Really, she had been intending to take Ruby up on the offer to finish her off until she pointed out that Yang probably wanted that privilege – and also mentioned she was very eager to show Weiss what she had learned.

Which any fool could see if they looked at the front of her skirt, of course.

But Yang was not in the gym or the locker room. That was where she normally would be. Several text messages went unanswered. Finally, out of desperation, Blake called Weiss.

"What on earth do you want? I'm trying to finish my homework."

"Do you know where Yang is? Are you in the room, is she there with you?"

"No, she isn't, and you might have actually come to this room and checked. What laziness is... oh, hello there, Ruby. Have you seen Yang?"

Gulping, Blake reached her hand toward the screen. "Sorry, I gotta go! Thanks!"

"Where did your panties g- WHOA, are you already completely hard?! Is this from walking down the hall this way? Ruby Rose, what kind of pervert are you turning int-"

Blake cut the call short before she could hear any more. Yes, she had been intimate with both Ruby and Weiss at separate points, but that still didn't make her comfortable with the idea of listening to their first few moments of foreplay. Instead, she decided to continue her search.

Nearly another hour brought her to the kitchens behind the cafeteria. By now, it was past midnight. She didn't really expect to find Yang there at all, but she was running out of ideas and getting frustrated with texting nobody. Just as she was about to leave, she heard the clattering of a pan.

"Hello?" she called out, pacing further inside. "Anybody in here?"

No answer. Only more clattering of pans, and then of plates. If some one wasn't in here, some thing was. And it became further evident when a large bowl fell on the floor, spinning on its axis for a short moment before it inevitably stopped all movements. And just by that, one of the cupboard drawers was open. The culprit must be inside.

"Uhhh..." Eyes narrowed, Blake approached said cupboard very carefully, wishing she had Gambol Shroud with her. A butcher knife from one of the nearby tables would have to do. Snatching it up, she began to pace toward the cupboard.

But before she could get too close, the culprit poked its head out. The tiny black-and-red beast sniffed the air. Right away, it realised it wasn't alone, despite its terrible vision. And rather than await its demise, it made a sudden dash for it, heading straight toward the huge fridges.

"Oh, no you don't!" Rearing up, she hurled the knife toward the vermin. If it didn't deviate from its current course, this move would cleanly sever its head.

But it did. With a quick jolt to the right, it instead made a break for the back room, known to be where the fresh produce was kept. But instead, there was another trap waiting. As soon as it ran into the room, a bowl fell straight on top of it, followed by a very familiar brown boot to keep it in trapped.

Yang's boot.

"FINALLY! Dust almighty you were a pain in the ASS."

Blinking in surprise, Blake straightened from her battle stance, hands on her hips. "Oh! So it was you in here!" Pacing forward a few feet, she glanced between her battle partner's face and the bowl. "What are you doing?"

"Oh! Hey!" Yang smiled to her partner. It was obvious now why she couldn't hear her, she was wearing a rather large pair of headphones. Which she immediately pulled down to her neck instead.

"I thought I sent you a message about me getting detention? ...Or did I forget... I forgot. Oops."

"You did forget," Blake sighed with a slight smile. The music was still blaring out of the headphones, and she resisted the temptation to tap her boot along with the tempo. "I guess it's no big deal, though. What did you get detention for?"

"Copying Nora's homework. When... She let me, but Goodwitch isn't exactly gonna let me get away with it." Although, keeping her boot firmly in place, she rattled the bowl slightly. "I was told to get rid of this little creep, but to be fair he's so smart, I'm almost tempted to keep 'im."

One of Blake's eyebrows hiked slightly. "You don't think that would be a little... strange? Having a Pox as a pet? They're not like actual animals, you know. Grimm only exist to feed upon innocence, to destroy."

"Yeah but… pet," Yang joked, although she agreed entirely. It was a silly option. "I'll get rid of him later."

"Why wait? Just flip the bowl and step on it." No response. "Because... this is what we do, remember? Huntresses. We hunt Grimm. And exterminate them. So they don't kill us."

"But he's a widdle baby Pox who is so very clever yes he is yes he is!" Yang made a cutesy voice at that remark, looking to Blake with wide puppy eyes. But when there was no response, she sighed. "Look, we're on that camping trip soon, right? I'll set him free in the Emerald Forest. I'd doubt a Pox is gonna harm anyone, even first years in initiation."

"We don't know that," Blake said, but her voice was uncertain. Of course it was unlikely that a single Pox would ever be of much consequence. In truth, she was simply too horny to care at the moment.

Speaking of which... "So, was that your entire detention? Catching that little guy?"

"Yeah, that's what I mean; I thought it was easy, but it took me three hours!" She rattled the bowl once again to tease the creature beneath, hearing a rather shrill squeak when doing so. Although, that was a point. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

Of course, she had been all prepared to tell Yang, but for some reason the way she asked paired with the completely-unrelated topic of a moment ago made her blush and stammer, "N-nothing, I guess I just missed you."

"Missed me?" Yang tilted her head. They'd been seeing each other rather often as of late, but it was still rather adorable to hear it. "Hey, I missed you, too. I'm sorry for forgetting to tell you."

Now Blake was faced with a moral dilemma. Should she tell Yang what she had been up to with her sister? Should she tell her now or later, if indeed she chose to do so? After all, the purpose of the whole endeavour was to learn how best to please her partner when she had male anatomy - and though it had turned her on no end, she didn't actually wind up climaxing herself. Was it really such a bad thing?

"It's okay," she began hesitantly. "So... I have kind of a personal question."

Personal could mean anything. It could mean she wanted the blonde to look at something, or could even be her way of asking Yang to get her alone. Either situation worked well. "Hmmm? What's up?"

"Do you... what I mean is, have you taken Dust recently?" Of course, what she really meant was "are you currently in possession of a cock," but it didn't seem the most appropriate way to ask.

Blinking a few times, Yang wondered how to answer that. She hadn't taken it recently, per se, but neither had she taken an antidote, either. "You mean have I still got a dick?"

"Y-yes." Clearing her throat, Blake stared down at her boots to avoid Yang's gaze. "And I have a follow-up question... how do you hide it in those shorts?!"

The question made Yang chuckle all the more, as she placed a hand on her hip, deliberately parting her legs slightly more to tease her. "Depends who's teasing me; sometimes I just can't."

Of course, looking directly for it while that stance was maintained, the slight outline of a bulge could more easily be seen. One that her body responded to in multiple ways - and the mild disgust was far outweighed by her desire to explore, to have her urges sated.

No. She would not let herself become a slave to the phallus, especially when she typically preferred something else. "R-right. I'm hungry. Are you hungry? How about some ice cream?"

"Hungry? I caught you dinner, kitty, right here!" She gestured downward. Of course, a cat pun.

"Y-Yang!" she gasped, affronted. "That's... do you really want me to…" And, of course, it still sounded as if she were talking about the Pox, when she really had mistaken her partner's comment to be in reference to "devouring" her pending arousal. The way she was currently feeling, she would do it if asked.

"Maybe... you want me to pour a little sauce on it? Make this into a real meal? We are in the kitchens, after all."

"... Wait you actually would eat it? I thought me wanting to keep it as a pet was weird." Then she looked at Blake closer, tilting her head. Blake was completely red all over. Was that sweat on her forehead? "Are... You okay?"

The rushing in her ears had made the Faunus miss the bit about keeping it as a pet - which would have made her laugh. Instead, she merely turned, wiping the sweat away as she began to sort through bottles. "Hmm... I wonder what might go with it... ah, here we are. Just the thing."

When she got closer to Yang, it became apparent that she was holding a bottle of chocolate sauce. Her steps were quite purposeful, even if the blush to her skin made her seem as if she were having some sort of fit. What on Remnant was wrong with her teammate? She actually was going to go through with this and eat the captured Pox? And with chocolate sauce, no less?! Was it even safe to eat Grimm?

Back straightening, she looked worried for her friend. "What's the matter with you? You look like you're frying!"

"I'll be better once I've had... something to eat." Licking her lips, her breath was heavy as she pressed a hand gently against Yang's firm abdominal muscles, head tilting in to press her lips against a smooth neck. Oh, but she tasted divine. Yang always did, every part of her.

"W-wha…" Finally, Yang caught on; she wasn't referring to the Pox, after all. Whilst she was slightly disappointed Blake didn't get the cat joke, she was far more relieved that she wasn't actually going to eat the Grimm in that bowl under her boot.

Nearly panting already, Blake's hand began to slide down to the front of her shorts - not quite there yet, just in the general area. "Can you... put something on top of the bowl? Keep it trapped there?"

"U-uh... Something heavy, something heavy…" But there wasn't really much. It was only fresh greens within this particular room, none heavy enough to actually keep the beast in here. Unless she put the lid on the bowl. Tupperware was rather resistant, right?

"The lid, the lid is by the door."

In seconds, Blake had used her catlike speed to race across the room, snatch up the lid and race back to Yang's side. Kneeling down, she pushed it up to the edge of the bowl and glanced up at her partner, entire body tense.

"Ready - one, two, THREE!"

On three, Yang removed her foot, allowing Blake to life the bowl enough to slide the lid beneath. Thankfully, the small creature didn't put up much of a fight, and only could be heard scuttling back and forth over the bowl lid as Blake clicked it firmly in place. One living Pox, captured.

"Phew... I think we did that well. Let's call him 'Remmie'."

"Remmie?" Blake snorted, very slightly distracted as she placed the bowl on one of the countertops, then placed a large bundle of greens on top to hopefully hold it down. "Where'd you come up with that?"

She shrugged. "Rat, kitchen. Reminds me of that film Ruby and I used to watch when we were little. The one with a rat Faunus who wants to be a cook? I think that was his name." But then she smirked again, wiggling her finger to beckon her back over. "Now that he's restrained, however…"

With a seductive nod, Blake stalked right back over to her and took her lips without another second of hesitation. Oh, they felt and tasted so good! Her hand fisted in a mass of golden locks, not tugging but not being especially gentle either.

Right away the blonde was pushed up against the shelves. Her lips were being roughly kissed and hair was lightly pulled; Blake was on fire today! Either she was in heat, or something had to happen to get her this pent up. No need to ask now and ruin everything. Instead, she went to roll her tongue against hers, lapping the flavours she could get. Her Faunus girlfriend tasted amazing.

When she felt the tongue against her own, Blake felt a flash of intense guilt that almost made her pull away; Yang wasn't tasting only Blake in that kiss. Then again, she and Ruby had once shared Weiss while they were all in the same room; they had obviously both been intimate with her one after the other on different occasions. Their... emissions had probably mingled before. Maybe Yang didn't care as long as it wasn't direct contact.

Still, she decided it was wiser to pull away and press her mouth against the valley of Yang's cleavage, lapping at the faint traces of sweat on her skin.

Still in a daze from such a rough kiss, Yang stared at the woman as she began to kiss on her chest, quickly lowering her hands to undo the short brown jacket while she was at work. Blake was eager, a little bit too much. "Easy there, tiger." She stroked a finger across the back of her ears, giving one a light scratch.

Moaning from the little feline nickname and the attention to her ears, the hand still holding the bottle of sauce reached up so she could run her thumb over the soft peak through her shirt. Yang was not cold and not aroused... not yet, anyway.

"But I need you," Blake bleated as her face slid down the tube top to the bottom hem, pushing her lips against the taut abs as she continued to speak in a low, primal tone. "I need to devour you... it's so hot, and I'm so..."

"You're so...?" But when she noticed the cap was off the bottle of chocolate sauce, it was obvious Blake really needed this. She needed Yang turned on, as soon as possible. "You really are in heat, aren't you? You could'a just said, I'd have skipped this detention." And then to tease even further, she ran a hand across her cheek, smirking widely. "I'd have had you ride me all day instead..."

That last sentence shot through to Blake's core. Oh, how she would have loved that. Pressing her face into Yang's center, she felt the gentle give of a flaccid cock held at bay by spandex. It was beautiful. She was so desperate to be pleasured to release that even just feeling that through a layer of fabric was almost too much.

"Mine," she moaned quietly as she released Yang's hair to leave light scratches on her lower back as she scrabbled to tug the back of her shorts downward. "All mine..."

"Hah- AH! Ah..."

The light scratches only caused Yang to moan out louder, reaching her hands onto the shelf to support herself as she remained perfectly still. Last time, Blake wasn't really keen on this organ at all, and now it seemed she couldn't get enough of it! Not that she could complain; at the rate Blake was stroking her, kissing her, she was going to be aroused very soon.

Deciding to help further, Yang continued her filthy conversation, looking down for her exact reaction. "Y-yeah... I can see it now. Maybe not a ride... But maybe I could have waited for you and kept you in after lesson. Coulda bent you over the desk..."

"Yeah?" Blake asked as the waistband was finally low enough in front to reveal a dusting of blonde hairs. It was low enough in back to unveil buttocks, of course, and her other hand raised up to press the cold bottle against the firm flesh. God, was there a part of Yang's body that she didn't exercise to peak efficiency?

"Tell me what you would do," she groaned against the growing organ. Now it was a question of whether it would peek over the edge of the shorts on its own or if Blake would pull it down first. "With me over the desk..."

The question was answered when Yang had to force herself to think about that image. Imagining herself take Blake in such a manner was making her arousal grow by the second, making it peep out of her underwear by it's own accord. Hard, always rock hard.

"I would have a hand full of your hair... My other would be keeping your hands still... And I'd be pounding away, over and over."

"Keeping my hands still?" Blake asked, eyes drawn to the head emerging from its restraints. Oh, it looked even better than Ruby's - not as "cute", but larger and more rigid. When she had started thinking about these aspects of an erection as being "better" or "cuter", she had no idea, but it couldn't be questioned now.

"Is that what you would do to me?" she went on as her hand continued to tug downward, her face already in place to catch the length along her soft face once it bounced free. Immediately, the strong scent of arousal rolled over her. She must have been one sick woman to hunger for it as deeply as she was, but she held herself back, staring up at the two prominent mounds that almost entirely eclipsed Yang's face. "Grab my hair and force yourself into me, over and over? You... could still do that. Right now. Right like we are."

"I... You wouldn't mind that? In your mouth?" But when Blake shook her head slowly, she looked down to her with large wide eyes. Blake had been scared of this, scared of penises in general. And now she was offering for Yang to take her mouth as she would if it were a wet pussy. Was she going crazy?

But Yang wanted it. She wanted it so much. She couldn't resist such a demand, and one hand dove into her hair, holding a large amount of it into her tight grip. "Alrighty then, tiger. Lap away."

A tiny squeal happened when she was grabbed, but Blake showed no other sign of displeasure. After a few deep breaths, she began in a soft, throaty voice, "Well... I can't promise I'll be perfect at this, but God do I hope I am." Her hand reached around to the front and pulled the shorts down to fully reveal Yang's package, but even as she did so her lips were already pressing against the smooth head.

"H'oh!" On reflex, Yang leant forward, unable to help herself as she grasped into the hair tighter. This was fantastic, and was about to become even better. "Y-you sure?!"

"AH!" Blake half-screamed at the strain on her scalp. It was such a strangely satisfying pain, and she only felt more aroused from its presence. "Just... just let me..."

Stomach in knots, she brought her other hand around and immediately poured a generous drizzling of chocolate all over the hard length in front of her nose. The blonde's eyes shot open once more, and she was forced to let the woman's hair go for a moment. As much as she enjoyed the sensation of having a liquid being squeezed all over it, it was very...

"Cold! C-cold!"

"Yeah?" Blake breathed, already being driven absolutely wild by the mingling scents of heady arousal and decadent cocoa. Her carnal hunger increased exponentially, but she forced herself to merely breathe along the surface, allowing the scent to roll over her, to tingle on her taste buds as her mouth hung open like an animal. "You... don't like the cold syrup? Want me to warm it up?"

"Y-yes... Yes please…" But realising this sudden desperation to make herself warm again wasn't exactly going to turn her girlfriend on. Or more, keep her turned on. So the blonde reached her hand back into her hair again, trying her best to resist quivering when she added, "Show me what that mouth can do..."

Licking her lips, Blake set to doing exactly that. Nothing could have held her back after hearing such a thing from her lover. Immediately, her mouth stretched wide and took half of the entire shaft, slowly drawing back so as to more smear the chocolate than devour it, her tongue endlessly teasing the underside as she went.

"Oooohhh…" Yang found herself beginning to slide down the shelves very slightly, her legs beginning to quiver with joy. Once more, she was able to enjoy that sensation of being licked there, of having a whole mouth around her. This time, maybe without the teeth. Although this was different, Blake knew exactly where to lick. And where to apply the pressure. It was incredible! "Holy Shi- mmm, wow!"

A smile curled up the corners of Blake's mouth. It was working. Yang was enjoying this, it was actually working! Not wanting to waste any time, she very slowly began to move her head up and down around the length, moving her tongue as she did so and bringing her lips to about halfway down every time. That would do for now. Oh, how much more pleasurable the chocolate made everything! Even though she loved doing this for her partner, she loved doing it with an improved flavour even more.

Where did Blake learn this? And more importantly, if she learnt this, what else did she know? Were the current movements of her mouth her limit in these actions? Either way, Yang was curious to find out, but she was even more curious as to how much Blake wanted to be taken herself...

"Hmm... Will you... Want me to get you, when you're done? Huh? Pin you down... Keep touching you till you scream..."

"Mmhmmm!" was all Blake could answer for the time being. She was far too busy taking so much of Yang into her mouth, raising her fingers to press very lightly against the soft sack underneath. There was more skin to it than there had been to Ruby's, although it felt as if the orbs inside might be smaller. Her handling was too delicate for her to make a proper estimation, and she would have it no other way.

Her first instinct was the same as Ruby's, to instantly call "Gently!" out to her. But there was no need; Blake WAS gentle with her, very gentle. And although she much preferred contact to her length then to the orbs below, it was speeding along the process of things, helping her relax more.

"D-damn... Blake, you're so good at this!"

Pride flared up in her chest. Not just that she was doing the job, but doing it well - that was more than she could have asked for! Turns out her "training session" was a worthwhile effort after all. Her teasing fingers reached further back to the soft perineum between her sex and her rear entrance, pushing gently inward to the taut muscle that supported the erection. There was something deeply gratifying about finding that, and Blake moaned against the skin of her lover yet again.

Yang's eyes snapped wide open again, making her spread her legs even further apart so Blake could access that part of her more easily. It was beyond her control, but that feeling was incredible! And she only wanted more of it to continue whilst Blake paid attention to her length. But if this kept up, she would climax pretty soon!

But said actions were re-awakening a craving that had been building since she and Weiss had their encounter. For someone to enter into her while she was biologically male. What if someone was to poke there? No, she was too aroused. It wouldn't be fair for her to finish twice and not even finish Blake once.

However, the spreading of the legs was more of a red flag than Yang probably intended. As she continued to bob up and down on the length, she watched the thighs twitching, how much Yang was opening up. Did Yang want… that? Could Blake give that to her, could she stomach it? Nobody had ever touched her there, and she didn't think she wanted anyone to, either. However, if Yang really wanted it...

Perhaps just a test run. As her mouth began to slip three-quarters of the way down Yang's girth, feeling more of it in her throat than just purely in her mouth, she trailed her hand another inch further back, feeling the skin grow more and more taut.

As more of her length was being accepted into her mouth, Yang's head was just spinning. Over and over again she continuously moaned as a tongue moved over her length, on the underside, everywhere. Blake was incredibly skilled, so much she would have thought she had practice on many partners. Her arousal filled mind did nothing to stop Blake going further. In fact, so far she didn't notice it.

Not until the finger was just resting against her opening. The skin was slick and tight, and vaguely moist from their recent "activity”. Blake couldn't believe she was actually touching another person in that area! Of course, she also couldn't believe she had a male organ thrusting into her mouth over and over, but then again it was hard to feel so shocked twice in one day.

And then Yang could feel where her finger was. The position opened up even more desire for her to be entered there, for her to want someone pounding into it with their own phallus. Was she losing her mind? But Blake's fingers were enough for now, and as they stroked the ever so sensitive skin there, she found herself moaning out rather loudly.

Apparently, it really did something for the bruiser, to feel a teasing there. Blake would have to remember that. For now, it was simply enough for her to continue going down on her girth as she prodded gently at the tightly-closed orifice.

Although... it was beginning to open. As it flexed and twitched, Blake got the distinct impression that an area she would never have thought to enter before was actively trying to let her in now. Even as she sped up her movements to match Yang's moans, she felt the fingertip actually sinking past the outer defenses. A mingling excitement and dread welled up in her. Would this be a good thing, or a huge mistake?

Yang was calling out so loudly, legs quivering without any signs of stopping; how could it be? She needed this, just as much as Blake needed her. Even as she felt herself starting to open a little, she attempted to back her rear against the finger trying to prod her, encouraging more to enter her.

But it might not be long until that was too late, as she could feel her stomach tighten. "B-Blake... I'm c-close!"

Something about the disbelief in the words made her mind focus on them. She was surprised by the suddenness of this climax - surprised, and maybe even disappointed. What did they both want? Blake thought she might want to be mounted... and that Yang might want to be mounted, too, despite her current biology. What should they do?

"Hey," she gasped as she withdrew Yang from her mouth completely, stroking furiously with the free hand as she took a break to breathe. "Do... I m-mean, what do you want me to do for you? This? Or... this?" To punctuate her last word, her finger pushed in very slightly, wriggling in the process.

"Hah… Hah…" Sweat was already dripping down her face. It was all too much to think about. What did she want now? If she had another person here, she could have both. But for now… the offer of being entered was so inviting. Especially as she backed herself against the finger again.

"I think... I want you inside."

Blake felt a strange thrill run through herself at that admission. She really wanted more of this strange act? Plus, she seemed highly ashamed of admitting it; that somehow made it that much hotter. Even if she hadn't said as much, her body was screaming it to the heavens with the firm cheeks pressing up against her wandering hand.

So she let it. Her hand held still as Yang backed onto it, pushing the single digit deeper and deeper inside. Warmth was in there, warmth and soft, vulnerable skin, and as much as she hated to admit it, the sensation of gliding her finger back and forth as she moved it was undeniably pleasant. Just feeling this part of her lover that would have otherwise gone unexplored brought yet more heat to the inside of her own legs. With or without Yang's help, she'd be finishing after this was over. Very soon after.

"Mmhh," Blake moaned as she swirled her tongue around the head again. "You... really love this, don't you? I c-can finish you off this way, if that's what you need..."

More eager sounds poured forth from the blonde's mouth. Blake was inside! Blake was finally satisfying her weird craving to have her ass invaded. Just the invasion she needed after that encounter that teased the area so much… Yes. That was what she needed to finish. Blake may had only just learnt how to treat the phallus properly, but now Yang really wanted attention to that amazing new area discovered.

"Yes, please do it, d-don't stop..."

"Okay!" she gasped eagerly - but she wasn't about to let her newfound knowledge fall by the wayside. As the finger waggled back and forth, again she took Yang's cock into her mouth, allowing the bucking hips to drive it deeper with every apex. Within mere seconds, she could feel blonde hairs against her lip. She was taking it all, every pulsating inch, and managing that while Yang made such unholy noises from being penetrated. There had never been anything more fantastic.

"Ah! AH! Holy shit... Holy Shit!" she couldn't help but begin to call out over and over, grasping Blake's hair once again to steady herself as she thrust into the woman's mouth and throat over and over. The finger pushing into her rear made things even worse, especially as it was brushing against the overly sensitive gland in there.

And then the climax came. Grasping Blake's head tightly, she couldn't help but deliver one last firm thrust into her mouth. Such a movement caused her to gasp, and forced the thick white liquid from her sex to come out, all of which was in the Faunus's mouth.

Which surprised Blake with the sheer amount pouring forth into her. Yes, Ruby had also done this, but perhaps the younger sister had been holding back out of some kind of reticence to actually climax in her presence. Yang had no such reservations, and loosed shot after thick shot into her throat. This time, Blake felt a gag reflex kick in, but she managed to force it down and swallow everything, though her eyes did begin to water.

'I did it,' she thought with mingling horror and pride. 'Never thought I would do this to one of these, but I did, and I made her come! M-maybe there's no reason for me to be scared of these, I guess... as long as it's attached to somebody as kickass as my Yang.'

The possessiveness of that last thought did frighten her a bit, but she shrugged it off as she began to swirl her well-coated tongue over the hot skin. Curiosity to see how Yang would react kept her from stopping just yet.

"Hah... Ah... B-Blake? I f-finished…" But the tongue wasn't stopping. She was continuing to lick her phallus all over, hitting the same spot again and again in her rear. Even when she tried to pull herself back, Blake held her in place...

What was this rigid little mass inside of Yang? It was soft on the outside of course, but just beneath it was a firm, defiant something, roughly the size and shape of a walnut. The problem was, while Yang was moving her hips backward, it more gave the impression that she wanted Blake to keep going with her finger than communicating that it was time for her to exit the mouth.

"B-Blake! S-Sto-aa-aaaaah!!" But as the finger pushed against her prostate once more, it was sending yet more pleasure through her. This was ridiculous! Could she come yet again?

However, the tongue gliding over her length made things clear. She couldn't. After this long, it was aching and in slight pain. She found herself having to tug the Faunus girl's hair back, drawing herself out of her mouth.

Worry shot through Blake when she was yanked away from her duties - and it was all she could do to hold her finger still instead of pulling it out too fast. Still pressing very gently against her new toy, she asked, "Do you... want me to stop this, too?" It was an earnest question, not a tease. Maybe Yang couldn't tell, but she was still grinding backward against the exploring digit.

Finally managing to catch her breath back again, Yang closed her eyes, only able to nod frantically as she attempted to bring herself away from the digit. Of course, to no avail. Her subconscious only wanted it too much.

This really was interesting. Yang loved the feeling. Not just thought it was "okay", but she craved more, even after a male orgasm - even with her sex clearly no longer aroused! She couldn't let this go quite yet. Stroking against the knot of pleasure faster than ever, she left a little kiss on the top of the slick length.

"I'll stop... right after you tell me what this is like. What you're feeling. Clearly you like it, so... so explain it to me."

Biting her lip firmly, Yang closed her eyes tight, attempting as best she could not to let Blake see how easy it was to have her under her thumb. Or more, under her finger. But she had to, for the sake of keeping her sanity; she had to give up and tell her.

"I-It's... You're in me, where I sh-shouldn't be entered… plus, that thing… whatever it is, that thing feels s-so good!!!"

So this was the way to bring Yang Xiao Long entirely under control: explore her hind opening. That information would have to be closely guarded... but she could make use of it herself now and again.

"Are you sure you... want me to stop?" Blake panted with unmistakeable heat, finger slowing in its endeavours. "I can just do this for you if it still feels good. We could..." Only now did she feel shy - partly because she was about to propose the very arrangement she and Ruby had tried mere hours ago. "You could work on me while I work on you, maybe? But I'll still pull out if you want, I just... love seeing you enjoying yourself."

Yang was somewhat torn. She wanted this to continue, she also wanted to take Blake. It would be rather difficult to do both without a particular toy for that sort of thing. Of course, she could always use her fingers... They could finger one another this way. If they were to lay on the ground, they could find decent positions also. What was there to lose?

"You know something? You're insatiable," she had to say with a grin, but finally agreeing. "Let's do it."

"Really?!" she burst out in disbelief. Then she cleared her throat and said, "Alright, you... if you move very slowly, we should be able to do this without me having to pull out of you."

For the time being, her finger's movements ceased as she tried to hold her hand perfectly still, looking up at Yang expectantly. This only continued to feel more and more dirty, but they were both enjoying themselves. What was the real harm?

Yang felt the same way. Even despite finishing already, she wanted this. And she wanted Blake to finish, as well; from how she looked, she'd been wanting this for too long. So, to keep her from waiting, she very gently began to kneel, pulling Blake with her at the same pace. This was the awkward part... But once they were down, only pleasure awaited them.

Once they were both kneeling, Blake seized an opportunity to dart in for a very hard kiss, semen-slicked lips grinding on lips, slightly-damp hand grasping at her neck. She was holding her body slightly away, but it was only so her pristine white shorts wouldn't come into contact with her partner's length.

Suddenly Yang was back out of control again. She had no option but to shift herself to hold her length away from her beloved partner. It was soaking wet, no wonder she wanted it away! Although when she felt Blake's tongue mingle against hers, she struggled to overcome the urge to pull away or gag. This was her own juices being exchanged in a kiss. And although the sensation wasn't… unpleasant , it wasn't exactly something she would ask for willingly.

And Blake felt it, of course - the hesitance to kiss her. Unsure of the reason but trying her best not to panic over what might be nothing, she drew back and whispered, "You okay?"

"Y-yeah…" Although that was also hesitant. Although she was able to swallow Weiss's easily, and if she ever took the Dust, Blake's also; there was something about tasting her own that made her cringe. Made her feel sick. "M-maybe we shouldn't right now? I mean, I love kissing you, b-but..."

"Ohhhhhh," she breathed when she understood what Yang was referencing at last. "Because I have- yeah, that makes sense." And the she noticed the hips pushing back into her hand even more and she smirked. "Boy, either you're trying really hard not to get stains on my clothing, or you just really like my finger!"

"B-bit of both... Shut up!" She couldn't help but giggle again, but a firm thrust to her rear end soon shut her up, and coaxed out a soft sigh from her.

It also reminded her... Blake had been waiting for something. Trailing her hand down the woman's body slowly, she eventually placed the palm of her hand in between her legs, cupping the softness found there.

"Hmm... Just nice for the taking..."

The instant she was touched there, a guttural noise of pure need burst out of the Faunus's throat. God, she had almost forgotten how much her body needed this! It had only been pushed up against her body for a few seconds, and already she was rocking gently against the gloved palm, swaying visibly.

"You... oh, Yang... mmmhhHHHHHhh..."

"Wow... Are you SURE you ain't in heat?" she asked, but when no response was received, she continued to rub firmly against the soft skin under her clothes. She really didn't want to stain those, they were probably wet enough. "Maybe we should take these off, huh?"

Doing her best to keep the hand in Yang's rear from moving too much, she reached back with the other and began to unzip her shorts without any further discussion. There was no reason to delay in her heat-addled mind. Speaking of which... maybe she was in heat again. It would be unusual so soon, but all this constant stimulation could bring it on, in theory. Either way, she soon was down to her panties, the shorts lying on one of the nearby counters.

"Good girl... You don't mind these getting a little wet, do you?" She asked this as she pushed her hips forward, which in turn, pushed up her sex against Blake's panties. Soaked in Blake's saliva, and now getting a thin coating of whatever liquids Blake's arousal was making , she could already begin to feel herself getting harder again.

Amazed that Yang could recover so quickly, Blake began to grind her own hips forward - only to find her arm trapped between them. How could they do this? Was it physically possible?

"Can you... step over my arm?" she panted hotly. "S-so I'm reaching around from behind you, I... if we can do it, I want you to..." But she couldn't force herself to finish the sentence. It was too vulgar.

But Yang wanted to hear it. Not only was she interested in the instruction, but she wanted to hear Blake say the words.

"Don't be shy..." She smirked, leaning in closely. "I... want you to take me... while I take you." Looking down and away, it was all she could do to not actually stand up and flee the room. Cheeks red as fire, Yang stared at the woman below. She wanted to be taken, at long last she wanted to be taken by a male phallus. She had certainly come a long way.

But, there was a problem. "H-how is that gonna be possible?"

Blake's face was also glowing with both shame and excitement at what she had admitted to desiring, but she did her best to distract herself from that by examining their bodies. "If... you step over my arm and then lay on top of me, maybe... could I still reach, or is that not possible?"

"I-it might, but that sounds overly complicated. Look, let, try this." And then she made sure to lay herself on the floor, shifting herself back slowly to give Blake some room, being careful to not disturb the finger inside her opening. Raising her leg, she placed it on top of Blake's shoulder, whilst using her spare hand to then hold her phallus straight, to allow Blake to get into position.

Scissoring. How much more gay could this get?

"Ow," Blake grunted when the boot clomped onto her shoulder. Plus her arm was cramping from having to be this extended! But then she was distracted by the sight before her: a mostly-erect glistening sex pointed straight at her while a finger stayed deep inside of her rear. It was both shameful and beautiful. Swallowing thickly, she reached down and began to remove her panties for the second time that day.

"Is... does it feel much different than with a strap-on?" she asked baldly, unable to use more decorum than that in the moment.

"Heh, um... I've never tried the strap-on on myself... But it seems the same," Yang admitted, finding herself looking down slightly as Blake also prepared to get into position. This was going to be difficult, but if done right it would pay off well. Especially if Yang was in such a submissive state.

Now that she was laid bare, Blake felt her cat-ears attempting to pin themselves back. Yang could see all of her, would be able to watch as she was slowly entered by a thick, wet arousal. It would be completely degrading with anyone else in her opinion. So, to distract herself from that prospect...

"Have you ever taken one in here?" she asked as her finger began to prod the knot of nerves inside Yang. "Real or fake?"

Had it been anyone else, and had the finger not been present, Yang would have answered rather abruptly. Had it been a casual romp like she used to with men she'd meet, she would have probably delivered a slap across the face for asking such a question. But now, the submissive Yang was powerless to deliver any other answer.

"No." She groaned, keeping her sex straight so Blake could slide on easily. "No... Not yet."

Another thing to file away for future contemplation; Yang was an "anal virgin" in a manner of speaking. The heavy-lidded look in the blonde's features, the way her cheeks burned red and her breath came in shaky gasps... it was the lowest she had ever seen her brought. Blake could probably do anything in the world to her right now. Maybe she wouldn't abuse that position... but she could have a teensy bit of fun with it.

"You know," Blake went on as she stroked Yang's inner spot, "I really like the way your chest moves when we're doing things. Really wish I could see it right now..."

So Blake wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of having her phallus go inside her yet. Not until she got what she wanted. "You... Want my top off, don't you?"

"Yes, I do." With a slight shrug of the shoulder that wasn't working on Yang's behind, she muttered, "N-not that you have to just because it's what I want, that's not how I meant it at all..."

As her behind was prodded even further, she was becoming undone once again. Blake had her wrapped around her little finger. Giving into the demand, she quickly reached up to her top, pulling it over her shoulders and tossing it aside. And from there, she then went to unclasp her bra, soon throwing that aside as well. Anything to get her more of what she needed.

"Oooh," Blake said aloud at seeing the large, smooth mounds bounce free of their trappings. Maybe it was obscene of her to admit it, even to herself, but she was both envious of them and glad that she had easy access to being allowed to see and play. In the spirit of that...

It wasn't easy, but Blake was able to lean in and press her mouth against one erect nipple, taking care not to thrust her hand too hard as she reoriented her body. The thick arousal was now pressing up against her short dark pubic hairs, and the slick wetness of it only spurred her to work even harder at the skin under her mouth.

Humming contently, and leaning her head right back in pleasure, Yang simply allowed Blake to take over. Such actions were indeed bringing memories back of her first few encounters, how nervous she was, how she allowed men to take the lead. She was allowing Blake to do the same, to pleasure her body in all different ways. And she was powerless to stop it. All she could to was whisper her name.

Hearing that word on Yang's lips was such an aphrodisiac! Little by little, her hips began to move until she was grinding against Yang's thigh, feeling the arousal brush through her hairs. Truth be told, she could probably easily finish in this manner... but she decided that probably wouldn't be fair to either of them.

"Are you ready?" she breathed, looking up with wide eyes at Yang from below her breast, a near-feral light of lust in them. "Do... do you need me?"

Driven wild by desire, and a craving for the unknown, Yang sighed contently, keeping her eyes closed as she tried to relax herself as much as possible. This would be intense. "I need you… only you."

The nearly-naked body of her lover called to Blake so much that she couldn't take it another moment. Reluctantly pulling away from the soft, inviting chest, she pulled back to a sitting position and hiked the leg yet higher.

"You know... there's something cute about your soft little balls from this angle," she breathed with a slight chuckle.

Right away she wanted to cover them, or cover her face. Anything to escape the embarrassment. Why couldn't Blake just begin without this teasing torture? Unable to help herself, she felt her sex throbbing slightly against the woman's skin. She was eager to be inside.

"P-please?"

Sensing that her comment might have been too far, Blake swallowed and reached down to brush over them lightly with her other hand. "I m-mean, they're so large, and strong! Just like your cock!"

Admittedly, Yang appreciated the comments from the Faunus. Weiss only ever insulted her male sex, told her it wasn't as good as hers. Yes, it was to make their play more intense; but it did slightly harm her confidence when she possessed this form. But Blake was making her feel good, making her feel pretty even with said object. It was a feeling better than any sex she could get.

Indeed, Blake's comment had not been intended as "emasculating", even though Yang was not a man. She thought the gentle shape of her sack was appealing, like a dessert or a small animal. Her phrasing had simply come off as insulting. But perhaps her subsequent words and actions had helped enough to mend the damage.

"And... I've never had anything that big in my mouth," she continued as she tugged the shaft forward, aiming it in her own direction. "So hard and perfect..."

Biting her lip, Yang completely relaxed herself, bracing for what was to come. She could only hope that Blake was to satisfy her at last, like she was waiting for. "T-then let me take you…"

"Yes, please. I... I want you to have my virginity." Already mortified that she had said such a thing, Blake decided to push the head up against her slick entrance to end their talk. "Ohhhh..."

"Aaaah," Yang sighed in unison, placing both of her hands on Blake's hips to hold her steady. That was a point she hadn't considered; Blake was a virgin. She had the strap-on inside her, but to a real phallus, she was a virgin. This was her very first time.

And Yang was to share this moment with her.

Slowly, carefully, the thick flesh was beginning to slide inside of her. There was no need for teasing or further foreplay; she was already dripping wet in a literal sense by now. There were tiny rivulets of damp all over Yang's inner thigh. The satisfaction at feeling her lover begin to enter her body could not be described, but it was on a deeper level than anything she'd felt before.

"Mmmm, Yang, you're so... it’s huge..."

"You're so… warm ." She was. The inner walls of Blake Belladonna were warm and wet, silken. She felt good in them. Was it strange to say, safe within her. But the feeling of pleasure was far too overwhelming for her to dwell on it, and as more of her entered, she began to let out yet another moan.

"Oh, I- oh, OHHHHH!!" The half-moan, half-scream was unavoidable when Yang pushed all the way into her - or more precisely, when she pushed Yang all the way into her. The blonde was in no position to do much with that finger where it was. Blake was just scarcely able to keep it in there with her legs almost in the way, by draping the one over Yang's waist and stretching out the other as far as she could get it. Which was fairly far, given her catlike grace. This was too much. It was everything.

Only able to speak through rather fierce sounding grunts and snarls, Yang gradually pushed herself against the finger once again, attempting to push more of it inside her. Perhaps it wasn't what she should be focusing on, especially when Blake was taking her virginity with Yang's length right before her; but how could she help it? This was all too good!

Feeling the hips grinding back against her hand, Blake redoubled her grip on Yang's rear end and forced the finger as deep as she could possibly go. Yes, part of her regretted that the union of their sexes could not wholly inhabit center stage, but she didn't mind prodding that vulnerable part inside of Yang a single bit.

"You... Yang, is this good for you?! Do you love this?!"

She could only nod, growling away once more as the finger penetrated her even deeper. The muscles of her backside were tightening against her finger to keep her there, as were those in her stomach. Not now... Not when Blake was so close!

"I-I'm… gonna... Ah…!"

Really? Again, this soon after the last one? It seemed Blake had discovered a lethal combination of stimulations - ones that were guaranteed to cause Yang to climax. Maybe, if she pushed hard enough for it, she could bring about three of them in a row. On the other hand, that might just be greedy, or impossible, or harmful to her partner. Not worth trying today.

Therefore, she slowed down her prodding in the rear and sped up her hips, feeling the mass shift inside of her. It was everything she had imagined and nothing she had dreaded, which was such a relief to her that she started laughing, light and high and laced with moans.

The finger slowing down was such a relief. Although she enjoyed the sensation of the prodding and stroking of that gland, it felt all too much for her. Perhaps they would explore that area more in the future – maybe with a strap-on, or either Blake or Weiss having taken the Dust.

But her partner's laugh was contagious! When was the last time she saw Blake smile like that, or laugh that loudly? The dance, probably. Either way, it made the blonde grin, and even start to laugh and moan as well. "O-okay… I admit... You're good! S-so good..."

"It is good! It's... it's you, no matter how we do it!" And with no more than that, Blake began to throw herself down onto Yang's sex with reckless abandon, faster and faster until her head began to swim, her legs and arm trembling with the effort of keeping everything going. Her own orgasm was within reach; it had been building for hours, after all.

"I... I'm gonna finish! Are you?!"

With a few more moans, and using the hands on her hips to pull her onto her sex over and over, Yang’s climax was at hand once again. She really couldn't get enough. "Yes! Yes I am! Th-throw yourself at me, make me feel it!!!"

"Yeah! Yeah, you'll feel it!" But she didn't mean what Yang meant. Once she already felt Yang's movements begin to get more erratic and the cock throbbing inside her, once she felt her own flesh crying out for sweet release, she began attacking the thick knot of nerves inside of Yang anew, going at it for all she was worth. This was going to be the mother of all climaxes.

"W-WHOA! Blake, Blake!!! BLAAAYAAAAAH!" Stroking that gland once more was all too much! She needed release again, and she needed it while she was inside Blake, and Blake was inside her.

Then it came. Once again, she found muscles tightening and quivering all over, and felt the thick, hot seed pouring out of her and into her lover as she thrust away on top. Her only hope was that Blake also got the release she needed, and deserved.

Which she did. Never before had Blake felt an orgasm quite like this, one borne of such a prolonged denial that it resulted in an explosion of pure ecstasy. Feeling the object deep inside her actually throbbing of its own accord somehow only increased her pleasure instead of detracting from it as she would have expected. Even feeling the soft mass inside Yang helped heighten her joy.

Finally, what felt like hours later, her movements ceased and she lay there in front of Yang, back crooked slightly so her hand remained inside. "Ohhhh... oh, wow..."

Yang was lost for words. Literally, in the case of her panting loudly and finally laying herself back. But once more, she felt that finger right against the gland within. This time, she meant it. "O-okay... I'm done now... Jesus Blake, you know how to wear a girl out."

"Yeah, I... found your... 'on' button..." She chuckled slightly, which soon set off a cough - probably something to do with her throat being dry as a bone. "You... is it really that good? In there? I mean, you can... tell me honestly now that we... already... you know."

"Hnnn... C-could do with it out now." After two orgasms in quick succession, the frantic movement caused by the cough caused her to feel rather sore in two different areas, and was rather uncomfortable. "While I love it, it can be too much..."

"Sorry!" Not sure what the problem was, Blake elected to withdraw both her finger and Yang's cock in the same moment, pulling both out at a steady pace. "NnhhhAH!"

With the finger exiting so quickly, she groaned rather loudly. Which only went on longer as she felt her thick sex withdrawing from her. Until at last, she was free.

Lying back and staring at the lighting rigs high above her, the Faunus took stock of her life. That had been one wild experience, but at the same time, it was mostly normal, save for where that finger had wound up. Even if Yang didn't have an artificially-created phallus at the moment, the position they had been in would have worked - at least, according to most of the reading she had done on the subject of lesbian sex.

"You... okay?" she finally gasped at Yang.

Mind clouded with pleasure, and thanks to her exhaustion; Yang had to take a moment to herself just to pant and regain her energy. Thank goodness she was on the floor to do that, and didn't have to keep herself on the bowl. After such time, she moved her leg off the Faunus's shoulder.

"Yeah... God, that was tiring, though."

"A good tiring?" Blake tried to roll her head to one side so as to look at Yang, but couldn't quite manage it. "Was... everything good? Was I good?" Maybe that was a bit selfish of her to ask right after, but Blake needed to ask.

"Good? Holy shit, you were amazing ." She grinned again, sitting herself back up and scooting her self back over to her to her clothes. As much as she wanted to remain naked for Blake, she wouldn't risk getting yet another detention.

And Blake eagerly watched her body move. Without the heady arousal clouding her judgement, now it was purely the aesthetics of her partner, every generous curve and stretch of smooth skin. The slight bounce of muscled flesh with every step and turn - even including her softening member, which wouldn't have been a pleasant sight to her before today. It was like watching a goddess come to the mortal plane.

"So are you," she finally answered in a husky voice, fully aware that she used present tense instead of past. She wasn't referring to only the sex anymore.

The compliment made the blonde smile, and brought more heat to her cheeks. How could she have ever questioned her feelings for Blake before all this? Blake was a wonderful partner, a fantastic lover, and all in all, a great girlfriend. And although she enjoyed time with Weiss as well, she truly adored Blake. Maybe they did need another conversation about this.

"Sssso!" Blake grunted as she sat up, head spinning for just a moment until she took a few breaths. "Whew! I mean... should we go get a cage for the Pox if you really want to set it free in the forest?"

Truth be told, she nearly forgot about little 'Remmie', who was probably still trying to get out of the bowl in the kitchen. Starting to chuckle, she slid on her underwear, then her shorts. "Yeah... Would probably be a good idea."

"Awwww," Blake sighed as she pushed herself to standing - and then found her legs were shaking. Yang had literally made her weak in the knees! "I'm gonna miss looking at your butt."

"Gonna miss looking at yours as well." She winked, then quickly snapping her bra back on to 'restrain the ladies', they'd certainly been bouncing for long enough. But noticing Blake was quivering so badly made her grin even more. Seemed the Faunus girl really did enjoy being handled rough. "I think we'll have to do this again."

"Y-yeah," Blake laughed, only slightly nervous at a thought that would have terrified her a few days ago. "I mean, either with the real thing or that strap-on toy of yours." As she pulled her panties and shorts back up into place, she tried to sound very casual with her next question. "Do you still have that?"

"The strap-on? Of course. Hey, that needs a name, too. I'm thinking something like ‘The Viking…’" She winked again, at last fully dressing herself as she paced toward the kitchen, wanting to check on her new "friend".

The brunette's fingers slipped off one of her zippers. "The Viking?! Seriously?" But she found herself laughing as she paced toward the sink to wash one of her hands that happened to need more attention than the other. Much as she loved Yang, this was one way in which she had no desire to remain “dirty”. "What about... 'Yang Xiao Schlong'?"

"Oooh, you're good," she chuckled, delivering a playful slap to her lover's rear. And then her attention was back to the bowl, which didn't seem to have moved from its spot. Either the beast was asleep, or the bowl was no match for its scurrying. "How are we gonna sneak him outta here?"

Still giggling from the slap - and feeling a very mild resurgence of arousal that she chose to ignore - Blake thought about that as she dried her hand. "Well... if we can get it back to the room, I'm sure Ruby could loan us that backpack she put that mutt of yours in."

"Hey, Zwei isn't a mutt! He's one hundred percent pure breed of Awesome." But that was a good plan, so long as the beast didn't manage to bite through the material. "Yeah, sounds alright. I think Weiss will crap herself, though. What if we kept it in one of our lockers? That way, it could make it all the way to the camping trip."

"Maybe we shouldn't let the heiress know about it; would save us some stressful conversation." Then she offered her elbow to the blonde. "Ready? Or do you want to get a snack before we go?"

"…Ice cream sandwich." Before even explaining that to her, she quickly paced toward the freezer, very quickly taking two of the packets before she rushed back to her partner, and linking her arm with hers. "I'm ready now, milady."

"Okay," Blake laughed quietly as they moved toward the door, heart bursting with affection for her battle partner. "And thanks for getting me one, too."

"Oh... one for you. Right." Yang turned to go back to the freezer.

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