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The Remnant Armada
By : DarkWolves
Category: +M through R > RWBY
Views: 65085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY and I make no money from writing this.
Chapter List
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Contains: Blake x Yang (Bumblebee)

Blake: Only marginally stealthier voyeur, Masturbation, Nipple teasing, Fluff, Fingering

Yang: Trying on lots of clothes, Workout Outfits, Admiring herself in mirror, Clothing kink, Consensual Voyeur (Blake), Masturbation, Table Sex, Exhibitionism, Nipple teasing, Solo fantasy acting, Fluff, Tail Plug, Anal Fingering

Yang Xiao Long lay atop her bunk, scanning idly through her scroll. As unlikely as it had seemed she had finally reached the limit of her indulgence for online media. Yang glanced at the clock readout on her scroll. Weiss had taken Ruby shopping in Vale for the day, insisting that she needed more outfits than just her school uniform and her combat skirts. Knowing Blake, she was off reading in the library or some other secluded corner of the campus. This left the RWBY dorm vacant for the time being. And vacant meant Yang was free to have some fun by herself.

Setting her scroll aside Yang rolled over on her bed. Stepping down from her bunk Yang unkinked her tensed muscles with several sharp cracks of unleashed tension. Yang was dressed in her usual bright yellow tank top and form fitting black shorts, usual lazing around attire.

Yang gripped the hem of her tank top, withdrawing the garment off herself with a single pull before casting it over into the clothes bin at the foot of her bed. The shorts followed swiftly behind it, shuffling them down her thighs before reaching the end of her leg and kicking them off to join its fellows in the bin.

Yang held her hands on her hips confidently as she surveyed herself in the standing mirror. Even she had to admit, she was looking pretty good. Tapping her stomach, she delighted in the rhythmic sound of the taut layer of muscle reverberating beneath her skin.

Yang moved her hands up to survey her bust, still as bouncy and perky as ever. Even if they could prove a real strain on her back sometimes she wouldn’t trade these all-natural lovelies for anything. These were pure Xiao Long through and through.

The bright pink little nipples at centre were icing on the cake, especially as even brushing them sent a delectable shiver coursing through her entire body. Still, she didn’t have all day to spend standing around playing with herself. It was about time to put a bow on these puppies.

Walking across the room Yang quickly dived into her designated space in the chest of drawers which overtook the far wall of the dorm. Yang opened the drawer to reveal a scene of what she would describe as ‘Ordered Chaos’. While it may seem to the outside observer that she had done little more than just throw all the clothes in at random every article was layered and placed such that she knew exactly where to find it.

Case in point as she retrieved her deep blue sports bra and shorts with flashes of white tint from the drawer with only a moment of searching. Rising to her feet clutching her new find she heard the unmistakable rustle of fabric just over her shoulder. She knew that she couldn’t let such a moment pass without comment.

“Gee, I sure hope there’s no one watching me. That would be embarrassing” Yang said aloud. “Why, it would be so embarrassing I might just turn around, completely forgetting I was naked and forgetting to cover myself”

Yangs assertions proved themselves truthful as she turned back towards her shared bunk, her arms cast open ensuring that not a single detail was left to the imagination of anyone fortunate enough to be watching. The sudden rise of two distinct peaks in the duvet covering a certain faunus’s bed assured Yang of her presence. Yang decided that whoever it may have been had been waiting patiently for long enough.

Yang started by slipping the sports bra into place, adjusting herself to ensure that her chest nestled perfectly into the cups with the appropriate support. Leaning down Yang drew the shorts up, bringing them up over her athletic calves to nestle snuggly between her legs. It required only a modicum of adjustment to see them properly settled into place.

Yang resumed idly checking herself in the mirror. The outfit itself was rather tame, especially considering this was the same one she wore regularly in training centre during her workouts. There was nothing untoward about it, just her usual pre-training ritual. Even if she were to lean forward at her waist and brush her fingertips across her toes while presenting her backside for anyone to observe. Proper stretching was a key component of any good workout routine.

Yang raised herself back up to a stand, allowing a slow breath to escape past her lips. Once she was satisfied she had fully stretched herself out she quickly proceeded to undo all her previous work in preparing herself. Yang slipped her shorts down her toned thighs and stepped free of them. Her sports bra swiftly followed, both resigned to being placed aside for future cleaning.

Reaching over for what she had prepared earlier, Yang retrieved the same fluffy yellow towel she used to dry herself after her practice. The towel soon found itself wrapped tightly around her to conceal her sudden nakedness. While at first it may seem like a moot point one should never underestimate the influence of the unknown.

The naked form, while beautiful and captivating in of itself, can often prove dull and uninspired by its sheer brashness. Enter, the towel cover. With a single piece of fabric encircling the entire body and everything it has to offer, with the tantalising hint of the breasts swelling over the top, it becomes elegance and obscenity intertwined. A true and simple symbol of sexual modesty. The image would have been complete if only Yang had thought to wet her hair first as though she had been found just stepping out of the shower. But, such were the limitations of her circumstances.

“Its so warm in here, I dare say I’m feeling rather flustered” Yang fanned herself exaggeratedly. “I might just forget to hold onto my towel and-”

Yang allowed the towel to cascade over her body, pooling at her feet in a pile of fabric. The sudden reveal caused Blake to supress a sharp yelp as she fought to keep herself in place. Such was the versatility of the towel cover, allowing for both the slow and sensual unveiling and the surprise exposure.

Blake fought to keep her breathing level in the sweltering embrace she found herself in. Even dressed only in a loose black t-shirt and underwear she found her environment stifling. Even if Yang was aware of her existence a part of her couldn’t bring herself to unmake the illusion by revealing her presence. So, she endured.

Blake focussed herself on the pleasure her body was experiencing. The tips of Blakes fingers teased her nipples through the material of her shirt, rolling the hardened nub back and forth across her breast as every touch elicited another jolt of pleasure. Feeling particularly adventurous Blake gripped one of the nubs between her fingers, suddenly forced to bite down on her lip to avoid letting loose with a howl of ecstasy.

While Blake kept herself occupied Yang readied her next outfit to try on, a one-piece women’s racing swimsuit in dark maroon with streaks of red and white across the sides. While the waters off the continent were made dangerous by the ever-present Grimm indoor pools continued to thrive. It was also a necessary skill for a Huntress to know how to protect themselves in the water.

Yang bent over and stepped into her swimsuit, drawing the smooth material across her curvaceous body. Yang slipped the straps over her shoulders, feeling the sudden tightness encircling her body. Yang passed her hands across her body as she savoured the sight of herself in the mirror, enjoying how the outfit completely smoothed out her lines. She could just imagine herself tearing through the water with incredible speed.

And afterwards she could always indulge herself in a nice long shower to clean herself. Yang began to ponder which would prove the better prospect of the two. Yang stretched her arms high above her head, feeling the swimsuit gathering between her legs and constricting around her chest with each movement. Yang could feel the material pressing into her pussy lips, feeling the wetness seeping into the fabric as she moved.

Blakes teasing fingers grew more adventurous, tracing down her front she slipped her fingers underneath the lip of her top before scurrying back up in the other direction. Blake teased her nipple directly, feeling the delicate nub shifting beneath her caresses. It felt so much more intense after having previously felt it being muffled by the material of her shirt.

At the same time Blakes free hand roved down across her front, finding the line where her skin met the fabric of her shorts. Slipping beneath the lip of her shorts, acting on touch alone, Blake immediately sought out the source of the heat burning just beyond the tips of her fingers. She found her lips soaked through and quivering uncontrollably. She’d barely touched herself and already she was like this.

Discarding her swimsuit Yang decided to keep the sports theme going with her next choice of outfit. Yang reached into her drawer and pulled out the top and skirt of cheerleader outfit. While Beacon Academy didn’t have an official cheer team it hadn’t stopped some enterprising individuals from creating an unofficial outfit based on the kingdom’s colours, black and green.

Yang stepped herself into the skirt first noticing quite how far up the thigh it sat, necessitating a thick pair of shorts if she hoped to maintain any modesty. But who said she was concerned about modesty at the moment. Yang retrieved the top and pulled it over her head, hefting her ample bust inside of the constraining fabric. Observing herself in the mirror Yang realised that she may have chosen a size too small. Yang could feel the bottom of the top pulling away from her stomach just a little by the size of her bust.

Yang reached behind her back to gather her hair into a messy ponytail, imagining what it would be like performing to a crowd dressed in such an outfit. Yang decided to practice it by jumping about on the spot in as best of a mimicry of cheerleading steps as she could manage. Each new movement offered a fleeting glimpse beneath the fluttered hem of Yangs skirt, her breasts threatening to break free with every bouncing step. Such predictions soon proved clairvoyant as her breasts suddenly leapt free of their fabric confines.

Blake bit her lip to silence the yelp of surprise. What she wouldn’t have given to get her hands on those luscious mammaries herself. Instead she was forced to lay in barely contained silence and watch as Yang continued her dance, seemingly unconcerned by her sudden wardrobe malfunction.

Blake focussed her attentions back on herself, teasing the tips of her fingers around her opening. The faunus’s fingers circled around her outer lips, probing curiously in an out at irregular intervals. Blake soon committed a single finger, teasing the inside of her pussy as she felt her body beginning to tense.

At the same time, partly to keep herself from being swept away too soon, Blake grasped her tender nipple and twisted it sharply. The sudden burst of adrenaline coursing through her body had the desired effect, keeping her mind from becoming too blissed out whilst adding a delectable sting of pain to compliment her pleasure.

Across the dorm Yang was preparing an ensemble which on the surface made little sense at all. Yang pulled out the plaid skirt, white shirt and brown jacket of her school uniform. Yang started with the white shirt, draping it across her shoulders and beginning to do up the buttons only to leave a few open at the top. Next came the skirt, pulled into place around her waist sitting noticeably higher than normal. Completing the outfit with her school jacket Yang admired herself in the mirror.

Despite seeing Yang in the same outfit every day for the past year Blake could not help but see it in a very different light this time. The glimpse of cleavage and the knowing lack of underwear may have had something to do with that. It was surprising what a few alterations could achieve. Yang leant forward, further than was entirely necessary, assuring Blake that she had indeed forgone any underwear in her latest outfit.

Blake dared to add another finger to join the first inside of her. Blake turned her fingers up inside of her, brushing against the very edge of her clit as she moved. Blakes athletic legs curled towards her chest in reply, her thighs clamping tightly around her as they offered her fingers no avenue of escape. Unable to withdraw her hand Blake settled for teasing her fingers in a circle around her clit.

Yang made an enjoyable discovery as she was searching through the contents of her drawer for her next outfit, having completely forgotten she had even brought this with her. It could best be described as a tavern wench outfit, a souvenir from her previous life serving in a restaurant in Patch. She had kept it for sentimental reasons more than anything. By now it should really have been left in storage back home, but she couldn’t stand to part with it. She just looked too good wearing it.

Yang retrieved the white blouse with the puffy sleeves first, slipping it on and securing the buttons as if she had only worn it yesterday. Although a little tighter around the chest than she remembered it still fit her quite nicely. Over the blouse came the pleated skirt and attached apron, secured snuggly around her waist for the hem to reach tastefully to her knees.

Yang completed the outfit by reaching up and tying her long blonde hair into a pair of messy pigtails as she’d had in her youth, securing them in place with hair ties. No further modification was necessary to make Yangs outfit unbelievably sexy. Yang held her hands up as though she were carrying two heavy tankards, having the effect of enhancing her ample bust in the process.

Blake had never dreamed Yang would own such an outfit much less wear it in public. The mental image she conjured for herself of Yang serving her drinks and snacks lit a fire beneath her with very nearly tipped her over the edge. Blake forced her hands to remain still, keeping her lingering on the edge of release never allowing herself to be overtaken.

Casting any lingering pretence aside Yang decided upon something far more daring than she had shown before, something she kept hidden at the very bottom of the drawer. When she caught sight of it Blake almost came right then and there. The outfit, what little of it there was, consisted of little more than interlinking black leather straps crisscrossing their way across the wearers body in such a way as to leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. Blake found her moans proving harder and harder to supress.

Yang stepped into the harness, bringing it up around the curve of her body. Yang secured the straps, feeling the tightness constricting around her. Yang checked herself once more in the mirror, somehow feeling ever more devious than merely being naked. Yang had to admit it was beginning to influence her, feeling the pleasure rising inside of her. Yang decided to indulge herself a little.

Yang reached her hands behind her back, interweaving her fingers together. “I’m at your command, master” Yang said with a hint of pleading to her voice. “Whatever you want of me, all you have to do is say it”

Yang stared unwaveringly into the mirror, meeting Blakes reflected gaze emerging from beneath the shadow cast by the bedsheets.

‘Was she speaking directly to her? Was Yang expecting her to order her around’

Yang answered for her. “Really” Yang said understandingly. “As you wish”

Yangs hands descended back into her drawers, reaching deep into the bottom she withdrew a pair of blonde faunus cat ears mounted on a matching headband. As it was swiftly followed by a matching tail plug and a bottle of lubricant it soon became abundantly clear what Yang had in mind.

Yang settled the cat ears on her head, smoothing out her long blonde hair behind her. Next came the rather more daring aspect of her costume, one which would require a certain amount of preparation. Yang popped the cap on the tube of lube, spreading an ample amount along the length of the plug. Yang then added another generous amount to her fingers before replacing the cap and laying the bottle to one side.

Taking a deep breath, she willed her muscles to relax. Reaching behind her Yang traced the tip of her lube-soaked finger around the boundary of her puckered asshole. Yang slowly began to tease her way inside, feeling the delicate ring of muscle tighten and relax with every pass. Yang held her finger still, lingering inside just long enough for her body to become accustomed to the feeling of the sudden intrusion.

Slipping her finger out it was quickly replaced by the moistened tip of the tail plug. Although significantly wider than her finger Yangs preparations ensured her butt proved accommodating to the plug. Yang felt her opening expand to take the plug inside of her, the slow advance suddenly overtaken as the widest part of the plug past the boundary of her ring and the remainder of the plug slipped inside of its own accord. Yang took a deep breath and savoured the sudden feeling of fullness inside of her.

“Oh master, nyan” Yang purred softly, swiftly falling into her assumed identity. “Now that I’m all dressed up what would you like to do with me? You could play with my fluffy ears” Yang ran the back of her hand over her pointed ears. “Or you could rub my belly”

Yang passed her hands across her front. “Or perhaps” Yang shifted herself around, leaning over to raise her butt in the air. “You would like to play with my tail”

Yang wrapped her fingers around the base of her tail, a gentle tug feeling her muscles resisting any attempt to pull it free of her ass.

Blake could only lay in barely contained anticipation. Part of her wished she could bring herself to reply, to give Yang an answer in her own words. All her life Blake had despised the idea of Faunus oppression, the rampant inequality perpetuated in a largely otherwise inclusive society. A secret Blake had always maintained was the thought of power play, especially over a human partner, was a long-held fantasy of hers. After a life time of conflict being able to experience life from the other side, so long as it remained part of consensual play, was a tantalising proposition for her.

“You want to see how I masturbate?”

Blake bit her lip to supress the yelp of surprise. Before she could even comprehend it, Yang was already on the move as she stepped towards the desk set against the wall between the two bunks. Yang passed her open palm across the top of the desk.

“The truth is when I masturbate I like to have something big and solid underneath me to brace myself against as I rub my clit on it” Yang explained. Yang crouched herself down, lining up with dripping pussy lips with the smooth corner of the table. It was a slow tease at first, shifting her body up and down as she rubbed the outside of her lips against the table.

Yangs movements grew more adventurous, adding pressure and rolling her hips forward to press even more of herself into the unflinching wood. The blonde started to shift her hips from side to side, feeling her lips opening and closing with each pass over the corner.

Yang lifted herself, laying her clit on the very edge of the table. She slowly began to lower herself, feeling the weight of her body being balanced against the very base of her clit. She held her position as she felt her most sensitive spot being pressed between the table and the shaft of the tail plug still firmly buried in her ass.

It took all her remaining composure to maintain this precarious balance as her hand snaked behind her to tease the tips of her fingers against her pussy lips. Yang attempted to slip her fingers inside, searching out the small gap left between the plug and the table. At the same time her free hand raised up to tease across the hardened nub of her erect nipple.

Blake could not tear her eyes away as she continued to finger herself furiously, burying her fingers as deep inside of her as she could reach. A deep moan carried from her lips, throwing any pretence of subtlety aside. Blake knew her limits, the tingling sensation rising deep from inside of her a familiar precursor to her release.

Blakes orgasm tore through her body in an instant, her fingers grasping and clawing at her front as her body trembled beneath the covers. Her body fell limp against the mattress, sweaty and panting as she was overtaken by the warm afterglow.

Blake glanced over listlessly. Her body tensed in an instant as she was shocked to discover Yang had disappeared, leaving little more than a wet stain on the corner of the table. Blake had little time to make sense of it before the duvet suddenly erupted from over her, revealing the very flustered faunus concealed underneath it.

Blake suddenly found herself pinned beneath the larger blonde, her attempt to bring her hands up succeeding only in causing her hands to be pinned beneath Yangs bare breasts. Blake assured herself it was a purely unconscious reflex as she grasped a needy handful Yangs plush mounds.

Yang leant forwards and pressed her lips to Blakes, the faunus’s recent orgasm ensuring she was in no place to resist even if she wished to. The blonde brawler stared down at her with a wry smile. “Enjoying the show, kitten?”

***************Authors Nonsense***************

<Yang changing in the RWBY dorm. Yang looks over and sees something moving underneath a mound of bedsheets>

Yang creeps over: “Hey kitty cat, here’s a little something you can sink your claws-”

<Yang pulls back the cover to reveal a very stunned Ruby>

Ruby: “Yang, it’s not what it looks like. I was… expecting someone else”

<A noise emerges from the other side of the dorm. The mound of bedsheets on the opposite bunk falls away to reveal Weiss hiding underneath. Ruby and Yang stare across at her>

Weiss: “I for one am not too proud to admit this is exactly what it looks like”
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The Remnant Armada	By : DarkWolves Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 65085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY and I make no money from writing this.

The Remnant Armada