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She Wants The Dust
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Disclaimer: RWBY is not mine and I make no money from this fic
Chapter List
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THIS CHAPTER: Bees Schnees: brief kidnapping-play, petplay, Dom/sub, name-calling, choke-collar, trampling, boot-licking, dirty pictures, fellatio, handjob, breast-fondling, anal fingering, swallowing, foot worship, tail plugs, armpit-fucking, cunnilingus, analingus, bad end (orgasm-wise), bukkake, masturbation.
Plus, slight hints of Enabler.
EXTRA WARNING: This chapter contains a bad orgasm-ending (IE, it's not very satisfying for spoiler reasons) and a fight right afterwards. The chapter overall does not end badly but if you can't handle that please exercise wisdom in whether or not you should read. There are more details in the post-chapter notes that WILL contain spoilers if you need to fast-forward to there to help you decide.
BONUS 03: Breaking In Fluffykins
Yet again, Professor Peach's lessons ended up with Yang having to stay behind. She'd forgotten another of her assignments; this one about the healing properties of saps from various trees in Vale. Completing it took an hour off her free time for the evening - an hour during which she was looking forward to spending time with Blake. And yet, when Blake was told about it, she didn't seem disappointed. She seemed rather… relieved? Or maybe “glad” was a better word. At least, that's what she gathered through the text, and it was hard to tell tone from that. Who knew what her feline friend was actually thinking?
Once detention was over, the freed bruiser was making her way back to the dorms only to receive yet another message through her scroll. Blake, once again. Maybe she had made other arrangements and wasn't feeling up to it after all, or maybe she was just asking her to meet her in the Library. But actually, it was neither of those things.
Brought dinner back to the room to have here instead. Got you a special dessert to cheer you up as well ~
Usually Yang would be straight on the ball, using that very line to begin flirting, begin exchanging sexy messages between each other. But having just let her down by being late, she suspected Blake wouldn't appreciate it. That was her frame of mind at least as she unlocked the door, swinging it open and pacing inside, only to then be stood completely still once she looked around the room.
No one was there. "…Hello?"
Two things happened in the darkened room at the same time. Firstly, that the door swung closed, extinguishing the last of the light. Secondly, something made of thick velvet was slipped over her head in one fluid motion. The velvet seemed to be heavier than normal, as well.
"H-Hey, what the-?!" Quickly patting at her neck, she found the strange length of material with her hands, hoping to figure out what it was in the darkness. There was something within it, something very hard. Upon further patting around the area just below her chin, she found a circular piece of metal.
"What the hell, guys?" she called out into the darkness. "We starting the party early?"
At that moment, hands pulled Yang's wrists behind her back and held them fast. Before she could react to that, a bright pinprick of light flared into being in front of her. It was a match - and a match held in the delicate hand of Blake Belladonna.
"No talking," Blake said in an even tone as the matchtip was pressed to the wicks of several candles, each in turn adding to the available light. It was still barely enough to see Blake's face as of yet. "You will speak when spoken to."
"You can't be serious." She could only just manage to make her out. Did she completely forget the part when they were supposed to be having dinner? "Wait, how the hell did you put this on my neck and then get over-"
Her words were cut off by the velvet around her neck tightening - or, more accurately, whatever was inside the velvet. It certainly felt stronger than any fabric she'd ever encountered.
"Silence!" snapped another voice - one decidedly less even-keeled. "Didn't you hear the woman?!"
"ACK!" Suddenly she was trying to move her hands up to the collar, only to realise again that they had been pinned in place. Barely able to breathe, she attempted to try and look around to who was behind her and confirm her suspicions. "W-Weiss...?" she barely managed to gasp out.
By now, the entire candelabra had been lit, and there was a more significant glow being cast. Therefore, when Blake paced back toward Yang, it was a bit more obvious what she was wearing.
Leather. A leather corset, elbow-length gloves, and thigh-high, heeled boots. Jet black and brand new. The top of the corset did nothing to cover her breasts, which were instead being held back by a lacy bra that left little to the imagination. A silk thong complemented that piece. A studded leather collar encircled her neck, but it had no loop for a leash; merely decorative.
"Are you still talking?" Blake said, voice remaining even, almost apathetic.
Yang found herself gobsmacked at the display before her. It was probably the most decadent she had ever seen Miss Belladonna. She wanted to reach forward, claim her for her own then and there. But there were two big things stopping her: the hand keeping her wrists together, and the strip of material squeezing what little breath she had away. The need to breathe was more urgent than her arousal, so she remained silent, closing her eyes tightly.
"Good." Blake took a step forward and reached toward Yang, her movements seeming as if they would be loving. Instead, she unbuttoned her jacket and slid it back along her arms. Another pair of hands tugged it the rest of the way off as Blake held her forearms fast, their chests still pressed together. Though not much could be felt through Yang's top and the bra, it was still quite close for comfort.
"Just another moment," the other voice said in a businesslike tone. Some sort of fabric was rustling around Yang's fingers now.
"Whu-" But as soon as she was about to question their actions, she stopped herself from talking. She'd already learnt that lesson; if she was to talk, whatever was around her neck would choke her again. So she allowed the girls to undress her; or even dress her to some degree. So she looked toward the eyes of yellow in front of her. The only thing she could see, really; not everyone was blessed with the ability of night vision.
The other figure behind her said, "There." Whatever they had done, her fists were tightly balled by force due to the leather encircling them completely, tied up around her wrists with some kind of tight cuff. It was impossible for her to use her fingers this way.
"Perfect. Now..." Blake stepped back, a long chain dangling between her and Yang's neck. Once she was far enough away, it became clear there was a smallish loop of leather at the other end that served as a handle. "What shall we name this bitch?"
Despite the collar, Yang scoffed. She could barely believe what she was hearing! Her own partner was degrading her with such an insult? Why would she ever do that? But when she found her hands were free, she brought them up to try and grasp the collar again, only to find she couldn't. Something was in the way; her hands were in some sort of binding of it's own. All she could do was take a look.
The easiest way to describe them would be as "thumbless mittens", but that wasn't what they looked like. Paws. Great paws that happened to be the same honey-yellow colour of her own hair.
"Do you like them?" Blake asked in a reasonable tone. "You may nod or shake your head."
"What do you think about 'Sparky'?" the person still behind Yang asked, bringing the topic back around for her partner in crime. "Or maybe 'Fifi', that one's cute."
Now Yang was beginning to realise what was happening. It was roleplaying in real space, beyond simple text messages to one another. Blake wanted her to be an obedient pet. And from the sounds of things, a dog specifically.
But with each name, she scowled, shaking her head at each one. "Oh, you don't like your paws?" Blake asked, mistaking what her reaction was aiming toward. "Well, then - you're going to get the name I was reserving for if you're especially... uncooperative."
With that, her fingers dipped into the top of one of her boots and withdrew a small, bone-shaped bit of metal and held it up for Yang to observe. In the feeble light of the room, she could barely make it out. But once she squinted, engraved upon its surface were two words: "Princess Fluffykins."
It was quite obvious that she did notice, when she pulled her head back and groaned in disgust. "Dude, if you think you're calling me that..."
"We are," Blake snapped, tugging on the leash again - which caused the collar to constrict, cutting off her breath as it did before. "Unless you have a problem with that?"
"Besides," another pair of lips purred in her ear from behind, "I think it's adorable. Our widdle Princess Fwuffykins!"
Yet again she had her breath taken away. Was this to be her punishment every time she talked? To be choked if she didn’t let them treat her like a dog? It was barbaric! And yet...
And yet she could feel her sex beginning to heat up already. Words couldn't describe why, but being put in such a submissive place sent her on a different form of high. Perhaps it was the uncertainty of it, the ‘living in the moment’ aspect. Or perhaps it was the idea of having her power taken. Either way, she could feel her eyes closing tightly again, trying to pant to regain precious oxygen. Giving up on fighting back.
It was only a few seconds later when the pressure slackened, and Yang could breathe again. Apparently they wanted to drive the point home, not torture her needlessly. Right away she was gasping for breath, panting properly to regain what was lost. After waiting for a few seconds, Blake placed her free hand on her hip and smirked.
"Are you listening?"
So that was the idea, to choke her so she would act even more like a dog by panting. They were really into this idea. Nodding slowly, 'Fluffykins' opened her eyes, awaiting whatever fate lay ahead.
"Good girl," Blake said with a sarcastic warmth in her voice, reaching out to scratch behind Yang's ear briefly. "Okay, let’s really begin. Weiss, why don't you show our new pet what we wanted to show her?"
"Yes, why don't we?" A second later, a scroll was being held up on the opposite side from Blake's hand. Those were definitely Weiss’s manicured nails. All that was on it was a small block of text, and one that was easily legible due to the lit screen:
‘You should have known this was coming after you kidnapped both myself AND Ruby, you lecherous deviant. However, this is just a game and we would never want you to be truly hurt. If you're fine with continuing, bark once; if not, bark three times and we’ll set you free. If you need it to stop at any time after we get started, say "That's my uncle", or if you can't speak, stomp or slap the floor three times. Reply now.’
This was a more difficult decision than Yang cared to admit. The past two events had been her in control, even if she wasn't directly involved in Ruby's treatment. Having all control taken away, being subjected and humiliated, was equally as awful as it was intoxicating. The normally in-control bruiser both craved that and wanted it to all end. She'd been given safety signals, and a safety phrase. There were multiple options to end things should she need it. It all came down to the same motive: 'Live in the moment.'
Besides, as they had said, it was only fair to balance the scales like this; complaining would just make her look like a spoilsport. So she looked downward away from them both, saying shamefully and quietly, "Woof."
Unable to help themselves, even given the "atmosphere" they were hoping to maintain, both girls burst into laughter at hearing Yang bark so sullenly. Quickly thereafter, Blake managed to get hold of herself enough to ask, "What was that? Sorry, I couldn't quite make it out."
Yang rolled her eyes, scowling as she upped the volume. "Woof!" More laughter, which included Blake bracing herself against her knees to keep from toppling over. The other figure was now leaning against Yang's back, tittering weakly.
"Okay, okay," Blake managed to wheeze after a few minutes before clearing her throat. "Just... okay." They both took a few steadying breaths, and Blake attempted a more serious face, even if she wasn’t doing a great job. Yang herself couldn’t completely suppress a chagrined smile. "Princess Fluffykins, I don't know why you think it's proper for a dog to stand on its hind legs. Weiss, get to work."
"Right." The heiress now began to pull both Yang's top and her shorts off, paying no mind to whether or not she stretched anything out in her attempt to divest her of all clothing. Reluctantly, she obeyed. When Weiss pulled her tube top upward, she raised her arms. When Weiss pulled her shorts downward, she parted her legs, lifting one foot after the other to assist her. All that remained was her bra, and her underwear. That was, if she was allowed to keep them.
But in response to Blake's plea, she had began to lower herself, eventually sinking to her knees, where she placed her hands on the ground. Now she looked the part.
Well, almost. Blake examined her as she knelt there, pacing back and forth, heels clacking against the floor of their dorm room. The leash never left her hand. Finally, she reached down to Yang's back and flicked the clasp of the bra open, quickly and effortlessly. Given that Yang had been wearing a tube top, it had no shoulder straps, so it simply fell to the floor when its only support had been severed.
'Fluffykins' could only continue to stare at the floor. If she were to say anything, Blake or Weiss would punish her. One of the two. It excited her as much as it terrified her, but she wanted to try her best to play by the rules of this bizarre game. As long as Blake held the lead, she had no control over the situation. But at least she could express how she felt about it. Maybe if she did as much in her role...
Attempting just that, she very lightly growled under her breath.
“Hey!” A light thwack fell on the center of her bare back. At first it felt like a hand, but that wasn’t quite right - it wasn’t anything particularly solid or harmful, at any rate. “Bad dog, no growling at your masters!”
There was a small yelp. What else did they have now?! Chains, collars, rather alluring clothing, and now possibly a whip… did they buy out the entire sex store? But yet again, Yang fell silent, looking up toward her 'masters' questioningly. She needed more commands.
“Keep going,” Blake told Weiss simply, eyes still on the prostrated figure between them. As hands began to tug the panties downward, the raven-haired Faunus placed both fists on her hips. “Maybe we need to punish you with something other than just tugging on your collar... but what could we do?”
Naked and in the middle of the room for their viewing, Yang had little choice but to 'sit' and await what was coming to her. She felt even more vulnerable, considering she had taken the Dust antidote and was now open to any and all tortures they could visit upon her vagina. At least it meant they couldn’t try torturing her balls now. If they were going to use methods other than choking to get her to obey, how much worse was the ordeal about to get? Maybe she would even have to use one of the safety methods if it was to be much worse.
As her boots were removed, leaving her in nothing but the collar and the paws, Blake smiled darkly. “That gives me an idea. Here - show me how much you wish to obey your masters. Clean.”
Then one of her boots lifted so that the toe of it rested lightly against Yang’s forehead.
She drew backward at first. In the dim candle light, it wasn't possible for her to see just how clean the boots were from the start. If they were her usual boots she wore everything to, she was about to refuse. But the strong leather smell said otherwise: these were obviously new boots, and couldn't have gone much further then the room. Then there was the fact that Blake would never do anything so vile to her, would she? Easing her head forward, a small part of her tongue poked out of her mouth, where she only touched the boot at first to test.
“Oooh,” Weiss cooed from behind Yang, breaking character for that brief moment as she set the blonde’s boots aside. “Wasn’t sure she’d really do it.”
“Shh,” Blake bade her teammate softly before focusing back on Yang’s actions. “That’s it... I just want your tongue to shine them up a little for me.”
Although she growled once again, she continued. More of her tongue made its way from her mouth, touching the boot as she continued to 'clean' its surface. The taste of leather was the only thing she could think of in that moment.
"Good doggie!" Blake congratulated her with a wicked little grin. "Now, Weiss has some surprises for you."
As she stepped back, that particular activity concluded, there came a feeling of something sliding onto Yang's scalp. Something that felt like an Alice headband. At first, Yang wanted to reach up and bat whatever was placed on her head off. Not because of who was putting it on, but because it was touching her hair. In her submissive state, pulling her hair would only agitate her even more, make her less willing to obey. And whilst they were in control, that wasn't an option. So she accepted her fate, simply waiting for the rest of whatever Weiss had.
"There, how's that?" the heiress asked.
"Perfect," Blake breathed, clapping her hands together. Clearly, they were both enjoying themselves far too much, but things had just got started; no telling what turn the events would take from here on in. "Now, what's next? Shall we make her do tricks?"
What kind of tricks? Yang had already licked Blake's boots, surely that was enough? And what would Weiss make her do? The warning message Yang was presented with at the start wasn't exactly friendly, and suggested she was in for rather rough treatment. Yet the idea of being tortured made her sex begin to heat up again, so she eagerly awaited.
"Ask her to roll over," Weiss proposed, and there was the sound of heels echoing as Weiss paced just a tiny bit away. "Onto her back, so we can rub her belly like a good dog."
"Very well." Hands on her hips again, Blake commanded her new pet, "Roll onto your back, girl!"
Blinking in response, Yang scowled toward them both yet again. This really was a humiliating ordeal. But with the collar still around her neck, there was no way she could object without being choked again, or using the safety words and never finding out how far this would go. Leaning forward to lay down, she then rolled over, holding up her hands by her chin in an attempt to mimic what a dog would look like on its back. And the leash twirled as she rolled, enabling her to do so without her airway being cut off again. Once she was in that submissive position, she could more easily see Weiss towering over her.
As it turned out, the outfit the heiress had donned was almost identical to Blake's in every way except a few details - the most noticeable one being, all the materials were white instead of black. Also noticeable was the bulge in the front of her thong, one just barely shielded by the inadequate undergarment.
So Weiss was still under the effects of the Dust. Great. That certainly meant things were going to get rough at some point; Blake wasn't exactly the type to do things with Weiss just to make Yang jealous. Then again, she had been wrong before. Assuming they'd had enough of her on the ground, she rolled the rest of the way, returning to all fours the other side.
"Did we say you could get back up?!" Blake snapped, dropping to one knee and dragging the leash along with her, tugging Yang's neck in the direction from which she had just rolled.
"HUK!" She tried to gasp again, allowing the chain to pull her onto her back. Yet again, her hands returned to their position by her chin, and her legs bent slightly into that position also.
There was a nervous look on Weiss's face, worried about the gasp. But by the time Yang caught sight of it she was composing it into a more smug one - slipping back into her role. "Yes," she growled, stepping very lightly onto Yang's stomach. Apparently, her boots were of the open-toed variety, though the stiletto heel hurt no less for it. "That's better. Now, bitch... show us how much you wish to be let up!"
'And how am I supposed to do that when you're gonna choke me?!' That was what she wanted to say, and the only thing she could think of in her position. How was she going to do this? In the end, she tried to lean herself upward, 'pawing' at the foot on her stomach to try and show she wanted it off.
"Hmm," Blake muttered. "I don't know. What do you think, Weiss?"
"I think we're going to need more." After a few seconds of contemplation, Weiss stepped forward until she was standing on either side of Yang's waist - and stood on her stomach briefly to accomplish that. Luckily, her frame was slight enough that this didn't truly injure the blonde. "Are you a good doggie?"
They really were determined for her to get as much into the dog role as she could. Chest rising and falling rather rapidly, she looked between Blake and Weiss both, not knowing how to respond. That was when Weiss took out her scroll and pointed it down at Yang, snapping a picture. Then she frowned at the screen.
"Aww, come on. Get those paws up for mama! Let's see that tongue hanging out!"
Again, she aimed the camera lens at their pet. This time, Blake crouched down next to Yang's head, holding the leash very clearly in one hand and dipping her hand under the blonde's head, tilting it up very slightly so that her face and head was more visible. She really had no choice; Weiss was going to make a memory of this moment together. A memory of her humiliating position. She wanted to scream at them both… but that would give no results — not ones she wanted, at least. Besides, he didn’t have much room to talk after taking actual video of what they did to her in the little box they constructed.
Giving in again before Blake could pull, she closed her eyes, letting her tongue out of her mouth as she panted louder for the camera, holding her 'paws' up that bit more. Another couple of snaps were taken. "Let me see those pretty violet eyes," Weiss pouted as she knelt down to get a closer shot. Behind her eyelids, said eyes were rolling. No escaping it after all. And so she opened them yet again, continuing her best impression as long as she could.
Another two snaps. Smiling to herself, Weiss observed her shots thus far. "Aww, they're really cute. Does the doggie wanna see how cute she is?"
When she turned the scroll around, the picture on display was of Yang with two furry dog ears poking up out of her golden locks, ones that perfectly matched the two paws that rested just above her generous, exposed bosoms. Her eyelashes were pinched shut in that particular shot, but Blake's amber orbs glowed up into the camera, a serene-yet-proud look on her features. Biting her lip, Yang observed the picture before her. From there, she could clearly see the collar, as well. If this photo were to get out, she could wave goodbye to any form of social life.
"Very cute," Blake purred, reaching down to pet the side of Yang's head - with the handle of the leash. Her other hand was still supporting it. "But she has been a bit disobedient today. Some gentle correction is in order."
"Yes, I think so. Besides, I'm not done taking pictures for my scrapbook!"
That provoked a different kind of reaction. She knew the exact kinds of pictures she had been taking before, those that didn't show faces, but weren't exactly flattering to a person. Those moments really were coming to bite her on the backside. The reaction? She closed her legs together, lowering them to the ground to try and hide her heated sex as best she could. Not that it would do much good.
"Ohhh, that wasn't quite what I had in mind," Weiss giggled when she felt the shifting behind her. Then she used her free hand to draw the taut underwear downward, allowing her semi-hard length to bounce out and against one side of the ample cleavage below.
Feeling it hit her breast, the blonde lowered her hands slightly. Her tongue had already disappeared into her mouth again, and all she could do was stare at the length upon her instead. The smug look grew on Weiss's features as she eased the fabric down further to nip it into place below the soft sack. Then she scooted a bit more forward.
"You will be needing that tongue, I think," she whispered as said sack came to rest on Yang's lips.
Frowning even more, Yang stared down at what was before her. She hadn't paid much attention to Weiss’s balls before, apart from the odd cupping every now and again. But Weiss was expecting her to lick them. Instead, she looked up toward Blake instead. Her true 'master'. She raised one of her eyebrows, as if to ask her.
Sensing that this was more about their relationship than a part of play, Blake merely nodded very slightly. She didn't want to break character too much, but understood why Yang would feel somewhat uncomfortable about paying Weiss this much attention in front of her.
"Hurry up! Aren't dogs supposed to want to lick everything?" Weiss demanded to know.
Having gained consent from her partner, she opened her mouth again to press her tongue up against the oddly flexible skin and begin to lap away, making sure to keep her teeth as far from them as possible. A soft sigh issued from Weiss's mouth as she was tended. After about a minute, she began to gently stroke her length, eyes closed in pleasure. Not that it was easily visible from Yang's vantage point.
"That's right," Blake said for her. She didn’t look entirely unaffected by watching Weiss herself, cheeks a little darker in the low light. "Do as your masters command you, and you will be handsomely rewarded."
Yang's own eyes began to flutter to a close. Continuing to lap at her over and over, her hands began to gradually fall from their upright position, gliding downward over her own chest, and just to her stomach. Of course with her fingers unable to be used, there was no way she could satisfy her own heat there. She just needed a better position to relax in.
"Awwww, poor baby," Blake sighed, though she didn't sound sincere. "Can't use those paws like you thought you could."
"Hmmmhh," Weiss gusted; it was probably supposed to be a sound of agreement, but instead it came out as a moan of pleasure. Her stroking had brought herself to full arousal, and it bobbed back and forth in the air as she gripped the base tightly, relishing Yang's attentions.
Opening one of her eyes, she tried to look up at Blake once again. Blake didn't expect to just stand and watch this for the entire evening, did she? But until she said otherwise, she could only continue to lap at the sack, applying that bit more pressure to push forward with her tongue to massage deeper into it. With no remark, Weiss slid backward until the tip of her shaft was pressing into Yang's chin. She held still for a moment - essentially, one heartbeat that was long enough to give Yang a chance to speak, should she so choose. Then she began to inch it forward.
"W-Wait..." But Yang did begin to speak. And she did want to ask some questions before things continued. Mainly, she wanted to pay more attention to Blake, or at least have more interactions with her. "Is this it? Y-You... don't want to be the one treating your… doggy?"
Weiss did falter; she stopped her progress and looked at Blake for any sort of sign. But Blake merely tugged on the collar, glaring down at Yang. "Bad doggie!" she snapped, frowning down. "Can't you see your master's friend needs you to gnaw on her bone? Isn't that what a bitch like you does?"
"R-right!" Weiss echoed, though clearly flustered.
Yet again she was being choked, quickly reaching up toward the collar to instinctively try and slacken it from her. But yet again, the paws stopped her from doing it. So she had to obey, or else call everything off. Leaning forward against the length on her lips, she opened her mouth to take it into her mouth, right away beginning to suck and lap at it. Anything to regain her breath once again. As thrilling as it was to feel her power being taken, she knew she wouldn't last too long.
Immediately, the pressure around her neck slackened, even as Weiss began moaning to display her evident pleasure at Yang's actions. Her hips shifted from side to side slightly, eyes closing, tongue flitting over her lips.
"Mmmm... that's it, doggie. Just like the last time we were in a situation like this one."
But she didn't want Weiss to have all the fun. Not at all. Not when Blake was clearly stood only observing. And then she remembered back, as Weiss mentioned, to when they had done this before. Yang had only ever been gentle in the past, using her tongue to tease and taunt and keeping teeth far away. But the first time the shoe was on the other foot; when Yang was the one with that anatomy, Weiss wasn't so kindly. In fact, she distinctly remembered teeth being involved.
If she was going to play the dog role, she was going to do it in a way that served revenge. Even if it would bring punishment, she wanted to prove a point. And so when Weiss began to pump herself outward, she allowed her teeth to scrape its surface slightly.
However, she got more than she bargained for. Weiss's immediate reaction, after gasping out in pain, was to withdraw and slap Yang across the face with the damp length. "How DARE you bite down! You've been trained better than that!"
Her eyes shut tightly. 'Fluffykins' really did not like that. That was fairly obvious when it brought a high pitched yelp from her, one that could be mistaken for a whimper.
"Easy now," Blake told Weiss, placing a hand on her shoulder. "We're still breaking the bitch in. She's allowed to make a few mistakes."
"But this mistake hurt me!"
At that, Blake pulled an exaggerated frown and stoked Weiss's cheek. "Aww, poor thing. What can I do to make it better?" A few seconds passed. When Weiss didn't have a response, the Faunus leaned in and kissed her cheek gently, then began gradually moving her lips down toward her teammate's lips.
All in direct view of the pet itself. As she continued to lay on her back, she had no choice but to watch as her two teammates began to kiss right in front of her. It sent a thrill all throughout her body — not one of heat, but of jealousy. Yes, it wasn't official yet, but Blake was Yang's . That's how she saw things, anyway. Seeing another woman kiss her in such a way, even one that she was also intimate with, was driving her wild.
"So you see?" Blake breathed directly against Weiss's mouth… before drawing back enough to look down at Yang. Their lips had never truly engaged, but they had come within a hair's breadth of doing so, and Weiss looked dazed at how close they came. "There are more effective methods of discipline."
She didn't know what to do. If she showed she was angry, it meant they would have won, and they wouldn't let her live it down. Worse yet, it could mean a yank of the chain. If she showed she was enjoying it, not only would that be a slight lie, but they may even continue. In the end, she only took a few more deep breaths in to calm herself, trying to look indifferent to the situation.
Through all of this, Weiss had been unable to speak - but she sucked in a quick breath of surprise when Blake's hand pulled Weiss’s panties to the side, exposing her before her fingers wrapped around her length. Even if she was wearing a leather glove, a handjob was still a little unexpected from the other teammate. She stroked a few times idly - and judging from the way the heiress winced, did not do a careful or effective job of it - and then began to guide it back toward Yang's mouth.
“God, Blake,” Weiss breathed, voice thick with arousal. “You’re way too good at this!”
"Is our pet ready to try this again?"
This time, Blake had commanded it. Blake was the one who was 'giving the dog a bone' this time, even if it wasn't hers to give. Because of that, she showed no further anger, no further annoyance of the matter. Instead, she brought it into her lips once again, taking it into her mouth as she did before, immediately applying her tongue to the underside.
A quiet moan from Weiss betrayed how much she liked Yang's technique, even if she still wasn't speaking. Blake smiled vaguely down at the display, slowly walking around to one side and stepping over to straddle her. Eventually, she dropped to all fours above Yang’s lower half, sinking out of sight behind Weiss's back, the cold leather of her long boots pressing against the blonde's hips.
Not that Yang could even see anymore. Weiss continued to pump herself in and out of her mouth, using her just for that purpose. Although she felt the cold leather against her sides, she couldn't even see what was happening if she darted her eyes downward in that direction. In an attempt to feel for the situation, the paws began to reach out again, until they found their place upon Blake's bosoms.
"Hey, that's not allowed," Blake said - but playfully, only gently pushing away the paws. "But if you're interested in playing with boobs..."
As the fingertips slid over one of Yang's breasts, they brushed against the underside of Weiss's hindquarters - which prompted a "H-HEY!" from her, paired with a slightly unwieldy thrust into Yang's mouth. Which in turn prompted a different kind of choking from Yang this time. She wasn't prepared for Weiss to suddenly thrust herself that far in such a short time, even if she had done it not all too long ago through a hole in the wall! This time when she pulled away, she tried to as gently as possible, so as not to anger the heiress, and turned her head away to cough.
"Excuse me?" Weiss demanded of her as she coughed. Her voice was sharp and reprimanding, but she also wasn't making any further moves until Yang had recovered. "Who told you that you were through?"
On the other hand, Blake was still gently kneading her ample chest with one hand, not doing any more than she had been before. As she brushed Weiss's soft sack on accident, causing her to gasp out in surprise again, she chuckled.
"Weiss, do you know how cute your butthole is when it clenches like that?"
The platinum-haired head whipped around to gape at her co-mistress. "I... are you kidding me?!"
Unable to help herself, Yang began to chuckle half way through her coughing. But when that only earnt her a scowl in response, she finally began to turn back, getting straight back to her previous work of fellating the heiress's length. Now, it was accompanied by the occasional moaning while she treated it, causing vibrations in her mouth the heiress would be able to feel on her length as she pumped again. Again, Weiss began to relax into the actions, doing her best to simply let her pet do the work rather than thrusting into her mouth. After a few more seconds, Blake chuckled again.
"What's so funny?!" Weiss burst out, frustrated with having the Faunus chortling behind her. A second later, however, she regretted asking. "AAAHAH!"
"This is funny," Blake murmured. When Weiss tipped forward onto her hands, stomach blocking out even more light from Yang's eyes, she laughed yet louder. "Hey, I thought you liked being touched back here - at least, Yang and Ruby seem to think you do."
And against the length, Yang was only beginning to laugh even more. Not that it was particularly a bad thing. It meant more vibrations for the heiress, more build up of warm liquid in there. As long as Weiss didn't thrust herself forward again, she assumed she could handle the rest.
Assumed being the main word.
"Damn it, Blake!" Weiss was growling as she squirmed. It made the length in Yang's mouth shift very slightly from side to side, perhaps not enough to gag her again but it definitely changed the sensation. It seemed that having her entrance prodded, when combined with the laughter all along her girth, was quite stimulating.
"What? I just figured it wasn't fair that everybody gets a turn in this ass but me."
"N-nobody said you got a turn! Seriously, I never even expressly gave anyone permission to- AH, hey, HEY, there's not enough lube for that!"
Feeling the heiress's balance above her starting to slip, she could tell another hard thrust was coming. Another when she would end up gagging and coughing. She couldn't exactly get Blake to stop either. So instead, she tried to build herself up to the sensation. Moving her paws to the insides of Weiss's legs to try and support her, she began to move her head even more forward onto the length, admitting more of it into her throat. Bit by bit to get used to it.
"Oooh," Weiss breathed unsteadily. "Yang, th-that's really- WOW, okay! Okay, you two, you proved your point!"
"Have we?" Blake asked as there was the sound of something going pop! that might have been the lid of a container. "You had a request a moment ago."
"Request? Oh wow, that's cold, y- BLAKE! Oh my God, I can't believe you!" The heiress's body was now stock still, obviously weathering an onslaught of new sensation. For the time being, Yang had time to further adjust her ability to handle what was within her mouth.
And she did. Bit by bit as Blake continued to tease and taunt Weiss with her fingers - at least she assumed that's what was happening, from the amount Weiss was squirming and moving against her hands - she worked the cock deeper and deeper into her throat. It wasn't long at all till she was at the full depth, taking the length completely. To show such an achievement, she left it there a while, to allow Weiss to feel the tightness of her.
And clearly, Weiss felt a deep appreciation. As she slowly began to move her hips very slightly, she did something she had done only rarely - squealed. A literal high-pitched squeal of mingling pleasure and distress.
"Blake!" she panted as her pelvis tilted and angled. "I... I thought we were s-supposed to be training Princess Fluffykins! Not me!"
"We're still training her, aren't we?" Blake chuckled, and the wet squelching sounds from so near Yang's head only seemed to increase in volume. "This is fun, too."
Now she had that to imagine. Blake overpowering Weiss Schnee, and it was all happening right in front of her. She only wished she could see it. But alas, she couldn't. And without drawing Weiss out of her mouth, there as no way she could. Submitting to that fact, she closed her eyes, simply trying to visualise what was happening as she moved her head back and forth, repeatedly taking Weiss in and out of her throat.
Within another minute, Weiss was a panting, squirming mess, thrusting harder than ever into the throat below her - which in turn tortured her even more when she accidentally moved the finger within herself. Blake seemed to simply be enjoying everything playing out before her, content to cause discomfort and chaos.
"It's... so much, when you t-touch there! You're gonna... gonna make me...!"
“Do you really want me to stop?” When Weiss’s only response was a long moan, Blake chuckled and said, “That’s what I thought. Just keep going, Heiress.”
And they did. They were both going to push Weiss to her limit. Even if it was supposed to be Yang who was to be trained, both had double-teamed on Weiss. A situation she should have expected by now. Pushing herself to her own limit, she tried to let as much of Weiss's length into her mouth as possible, waiting for the inevitable throbbing.
Which came shortly thereafter, when Weiss did. Squealing loudly, she began spurting deep into Yang's throat as her sack continuously bounced off her chin, legs spread farther than ever. The wet sounds from behind her never stopped, but only seemed to increase when she reached her orgasm. It was a bit more than the last time when she was trapped in the box, but probably only because that had been her second of the evening. Tonight, it was her first.
Closing her eyes as tightly as possible, Yang made an effort to swallow every last drop. Just like last time, she had to suppress her urge to gag, or cough. But she managed, with flying colours. Once the throbbing was over, she began to push at Weiss's legs again slowly, trying her best to ease Weiss out of her mouth again.
But when Weiss was pushed backward, it was against an unmoving hand. Quickly thereafter, she let out a shaky squeal of pure discomfort.
"What's wrong?" Blake asked in a would-be innocent voice. "Thought you liked this particular activity."
"W-we were supposed to be doing this TO YANG!" Weiss growled weakly. An instant later, she began to back out of Yang's mouth at last, but sounded no less taxed.
Once finally free of it, Yang gasped in the fresh air, taking another moment while they were distracted to regain her breath. It was to be taken away a lot this evening. Too much if she was entirely honest with herself… But when she opened her eyes up to see Weiss's annoyed, yet oddly pleasured face, she could only begin to smirk once again, and laugh quietly to herself.
"What's so funny?!" she demanded of the woman below her. Around that time, Blake gently exited her, which caused her entire spine to whiplash. "NNNHhhhHHH!! Blake, I can't even believe you!"
"You’re welcome," she said dismissively as she stood, then handed the leash to the heiress. "You can handle the bitch for a moment while I clean up."
"Oh?" As Blake crossed the room, Weiss looked down at Yang with a malicious gleam in her eyes. Now the leash was in Weiss's hands. Suddenly, laughing at the heiress earlier and biting down on her sex was seeming like a huge huge mistake. All she could do was gulp as she looked up…
It seemed as if Weiss were indeed contemplating what she could do to her bitch while they were alone. As she stood, her still-wet cock bobbed around in the air, and the discomfort wasn't well-hidden by her expression. But regardless, she was trying to come up with something.
"You..." She fell silent, glancing over at where Blake was cleaning up her glove. At last, it seemed like she couldn't think of anything original. One of her sandal-boots came to rest between Yang's boobs. "Clean my boot, too!"
But when Yang looked to where she felt pressure being applied to her chest again, she saw only a foot, and toes in her general direction. Even if it meant something bad would happen for sure, she made the probably unwise comment, "What boot?"
Face tightening, Weiss's foot drew back rapidly - and she forced herself to pause, take a few breaths, and then steadily bring the sole forward and a casual pace to hover directly above Yang's face. At least she had avoided stomping on her. "This boot, you dolt!"
There was the boot. Or more, the shape of a boot around her leg. There wasn't really much actual boot at all. Needless to say, she could tell Weiss was angry. Rolling her eyes, she leaned herself forward again, holding her tongue out to press against Weiss's toes, licking them rather firmly.
At that, the heiress shivered and pulled a face of mild discomfort. "Okay, well that's not what I… had in... hmm." After a few seconds, she seemed to relax into it, watching Yang's tongue begin to work between them. "Well, this is certainly something I never expected to experience - but then again, I've never had a doggie before."
Working her way between the bigger toe and the next one to it, she looked upward toward the heiress again to gauge her reaction. But on doing so, noticed something else rather odd. She was still hard. Maybe getting Blake to research the Dust compounds for sustaining an erection longer than normal wasn't the best idea, especially if she was using it yet again.
Nearly a minute passed before Weiss even looked down at Yang again, so captivated was she by the gentle sensation of having her toes licked. A few little “hmm”s and “ooh”s floated out along the way. When she did look down, she noticed her eyes on the cock, and smiled softly. "What is it, baby? Does Princess Fluffykins miss her bone?"
The eyes then rejoined hers again once Weiss commented on it. She didn't particularly want to take it in her mouth twice this evening, not after the first time produced so much for her to swallow. To try and divert her attention long enough for Blake to come back, she moved on to the next toe, eagerly lapping at the soft, pristine flesh there. After all, an heiress like her certainly kept her feet pampered.
"You really seem to like the taste of my coconut scrub," Weiss chuckled, as if giving Yang an excuse for her behaviour. Rather a nice gesture, considering the circumstances. "And I have to admit, I expected this to tickle a lot more than it does..." Again, the length bounced back and forth as she shifted her stance, shifting her weight to the other leg before bringing her as-yet-untended foot up to Yang's face. "Be a good girl, and your masters might reward you."
'Princess Fluffykins' liked the sound of that. Both masters rewarding her was a promising-sounding bargain. Maybe Blake would have more parts to play rather than pulling the chain, and perhaps Weiss would use the length in her ready-and-waiting sex. She didn't know, but was clearly excited.
And what did dogs do when they were excited? Wag their tails. But she had no tail to wag. So when she began to lick the other foot, Yang tried to wiggle her hips side to side, mimicking for if she did have one. Weiss let out a soft sigh at the sensation, even though she seemed simultaneously confounded by this turn of events. But when the wiggling back and forth persisted, she eventually noticed and laughed very quietly.
"What on Remnant are you doing down there, anyway?"
"Trying to wag her tail," Blake remarked as she rejoined them. "I was bringing you something that would aid in that... but it looks to me like the two of you are already busy with something."
Although, Yang had just about finished. With a final lick of Weiss's smaller toes, she backed away from them again, looking back up to her masters. Considering she had heard Blake's voice, she was even more excited, and so continued to keep her hips moving side to side. 'Something that would aid in that' - what did that comment mean? There was no physical way anything could help anymore, she was able to wiggle her hips easier. All the tail required was imagination. Or did it?
"A little something I found while I was picking up these outfits," Blake said as she held up a strange object indeed. It looked like a rounded and misshapen egg with a length of fur dangling from it. "Thought it would make the perfect accent."
"What is that?" Weiss asked quietly as she stepped back and to one side of Yang.
"A butt plug," Yang answered for them, eyes widening upon the sight. She knew exactly what that was, and exactly from there what Blake was intending to do. Yet to try it herself, Yang was both nervous, and eager to see if she’d like it now that she’d been teased a tiny bit back there. But realising her masters may not like that she talked, she hunched her shoulders. "I-I mean... Arf."
Blake glanced down at her with a slight frown, but seemed to decide that Yang correcting herself was enough. "Yes, 'arf'. Now... is the puppy going to be good and allow us to decorate her? Unless she wants to go back to Weiss’s tasty wittle tootsies."
“Does Fluffykins want my tootsies again?” Weiss cooed in the baby-voice she normally reserved for Zwei, though she made no move to return her boots to Yang’s face. “Does she, does she?”
But Yang was distracted. At least now she knew what the lube was for; not for taking Weiss even if it got used for that purpose, but for putting the tail in safely. This was the first time anything was going to go inside that forbidden area apart from a finger tip. And Weiss was going to witness it, as well. Waiting for Weiss to step off her, she rolled back over to her bellies, standing herself on all fours once more, giving a small nod.
"Good girl," Weiss soothed her as she petted her hair gently. It seemed this was going to be her main role while Blake tended to business in the back.
“Here we go again,” Blake said as a cold, wet finger brushed very lightly against the tightly-puckered area, making 'Princess Fluffykins' shudder. Both with delight, and from how cold the finger was. But the thing that surprised her most, was how the hand on her hair made her feel. It felt...
Calming. Considering Yang never let anyone pull her hair, having it touched and petted was bringing her heart rate down significantly, keeping her grounded. Maybe she really had assumed the role of a dog for this event, considering she was so desperate for attention. Showing so, she began to rub her head against the hand more eagerly.
A soft sound came from Weiss's throat when she noticed this reaction. Perhaps one of mingling pleasure and regret. Apropos of seemingly nothing, she turned and said over her shoulder, "Um... is it going alright back there?"
"Good so far," Blake laughed, seeming to know that Weiss was asking out of concern for their "pet". "Haven't even started really. But I'm getting there."
"Yes, excellent. Carry on." And her hand fell to Yang's crown and began its gentle glide downward again, hair sliding easily along the well-tanned leather.
If Blake wasn't teasing and taunting the muscle back there, Yang would be moving her hips side to side once again to show her contentment. But that option was out of order, for now. As things were, the attention given to her backside was rather relaxing too. She could feel herself loosening up, giving enough space for Blake to prepare her, all whilst the hand stroking her kept her calm enough to eagerly accept what was coming. That she hoped would be soon.
Indeed, a few moments later, a gentle pressure found its way into her darker opening, pushing ever so gently. As the slick finger began to advance, there was a chuckle of mingling fascination and satisfaction from Blake; Yang was opening up after all.
"Mmhh," Weiss couldn't help but say in approval as she continued petting, kneeling down next to her pet. This caused her rigid length to press very gently against the side of one of the pendulous breasts below, and she shivered slightly when she noticed that sensation.
Now Blake was actually inside. In that moment, she had to pause completely, concentrating on keeping her back end completely still. The sensation was very odd to Yang. It was uncomfortable, yet pleasing. It seemed to make her heart beat faster again, just after she'd calmed down. Not only that, but it made her sex below heat up to no end. She would have to sort that out soon...
At last, the finger was replaced by something else - something larger, more round. As its lubed surface slowly began to make its way inside, another hand fell to gently caress the neighbouring smooth globe that was her hindcheek. Regardless of their play, of who was the master and who was the animal to be subjugated, they both knew taking something in there was unusual, and not easy the first time. The progress was agonizingly slow but eventually, the widest part simply slipped through the taut ring of muscle.
Right away, Yang found herself gasping as the sensation hit her. It was in. She could feel the slight tickley sensation of fur against her cheeks, but that was nothing compared to what she could feel inside. Full. That was the only word she had to describe it. 'Testing' the new presence, she tried to clench her muscles around it, but that only forced yet another gasp from her, and the tail to twitch slightly. Already it was sending shivers down her spine.
Beyond her control, she found herself whispering, despite the consequences, "It's so big..."
"Dogs don't speak unless asked to speak!" Blake snapped, her hand coming down to smack her flank lightly. It wasn't too close to the new "tail", but in a close enough area that it might affect that. Which it did. In fact, it made Yang yelp out rather loudly, causing an instinctive clenching of said area. And that coaxed a new sound from her this evening. The first of many. A moan at last.
The sound brought another, similar one from Weiss - who was still grinding very slightly against her breast, hips shifting back and forth as her hand pet her hair. "Ooh, sounds to me as if she likes her new toy, Blake."
"Agreed. And you should see this..." Following that, her free hand drifted down and slid against the wet folds below the tail. "Soaking wet."
"Hah... Hah..." Both a fusion of panting and moaning, Yang was nearly beyond her limit. How could she be expected to think when her rear end was filled like that? Or when soft fingers were beginning to tease her sodden folds? She couldn't. She could only continue to pant and gasp as she was touched.
Though, that gave her an idea. Now she wiggled her hips only slightly, but in turn that made the tail sway. She could show her excitement.
"Chomping at the bit!" Blake chuckled, ramping up her strokes of the aching flesh. "Is this what you want? For me to finish you right here, right now?"
Moaning out yet again, she looked around to Blake. She appeared completely dazed. Dazed with lust. And that offer made things even harder. She knew Blake would. She knew Blake would give her mercy and finish her there and now; but that would leave her short. Why waste the effort and time Weiss and Blake put into this game to just blow it all on one go? Whereas if she waited while the tail was still in, that pleasure would only grow more toward the end.
"D-don't..." She could barely think straight. Licking her lips, she tried to compose herself again. "D-don't you want me… to do more tricks first?"
Another slap across the side of her ass. This time, Blake didn't even bother speaking - she merely did it, and then continued to stroke along her folds more and more roughly, as if it were a job to bring her to climax as fast as possible. Leaving the tail-plug where it was, her other hand reached through to rub her clit in circles.
Meanwhile, Weiss had begun to scoot forward. Without ever giving it conscious thought, her still-rigid cock found its way into the soft flesh between Yang's arm and her breast, and proceeded to thrust into the crevice there. The hand never stopped petting her hair, of course; this was almost an afterthought, a consequence of her heightened level of arousal.
Another yelp, and then far more moaning! Blake wasn't giving her a choice, she was going to make Yang's finish come as soon as she could, without that time to build it up into something more intense. And not only that, Weiss was using both her breast and arm to finish once more as well!
"S-shit!" She couldn't help but moan out, yet again clenching on what was behind her as Blake continued the intense stroking. Just what was she getting out of this part anyway?!
"That's right!" Blake half-purred, half-growled as her merciless hands continued their relentless punishment of her pet's flesh. "I want to hear you moan - want to hear you howl!"
"AH! Hah! B-Blake! I-I…" Her mind was so full of arousal she couldn't even string her sentence together. She wanted to beg for her to slow down, to allow her to at least finish with a decent enough orgasm. But she wasn't allowed. This was only the beginning.
And already she could feel her stomach tightening and her orgasm coming. Just a few more strokes would be all it would take, that much was obvious by her panting and the few beads of sweat.
Meanwhile, Weiss was groaning as she leaned more earnestly into her thrusting into Yang's underarm, grunting like an animal herself. However, Blake couldn't be any less concerned if she tried. All of her entire focus was on all ten fingers bringing Yang to her climax hard as she could.
And just as Blake commanded, there it was. Her finish. Giving in to Blake's command of 'hearing her howl', she let out a loud call at the same time her muscles tightened up below. Including on the plug itself. For reasons she didn't know, that helped her orgasm grow even stronger, as well as arouse her even more. Even after her loud yelling, after she was finished, she was still hopelessly aroused. Was that Blake's aim? To get her off multiple times?
Both hearing and feeling the climax, Blake let out a quiet, self-satisfied chuckle as one hand removed from her clit, the other still very lazily caressing her soft petals. "Somebody really needed that."
"How... does this feel good? It's... it's absurd!" Weiss demanded, mostly to herself, as she continued to thrust dazedly. A second later, she yelped out, "Ah!"
"Quit fucking her armpit," Blake snapped as her scolding hand flashed out across the heiress's behind. "We have other work to do."
So it was Blake's goal. Yang was to finish more than once this evening, and possibly even more than she ever had in one sitting. Both were going to use her moment of weakness to their advantage. As she felt Weiss's sex continually pushing up against her armpit, she let out an animalistic growl, moving her arm forward so there would be no pressure. One way to wind her up at least.
Feeling that shift of the arm, combined with the brief spanking, seemed to snap Weiss out of it, and she scooted backward. "Sorry..."
"Right." Blake stood, still holding her leash as she walked around to face Yang again. The fingers of her leather gloves shone with the wetness from before as they gripped the reins. For a moment, she simply gazed down at Yang, as if waiting to see what she would do.
What was so intoxicating about this? Was it that Blake was completely and utterly dominating her today? Or something more? Either way, seeing she had her hands on the chain again brought a smile to her lips between the panting. Like a dog, she stood still, waiting for further commands from her masters. Now she had orgasmed once, she was eager to do more.
Seeing the reaction, Blake seemed pleased by it. Then she tugged the leash - very gently, just as a prompt. Tugged it toward herself. Although it did tighten against her throat that slight bit, it did what was intended. Prompted her to move toward her master while on all fours. Each time she moved her back legs, she could feel it tugging at the plug in all different manners. While the sensation seemed to make her growl slightly in pleasure, it also helped make the tail swish from side to side for her amusement.
For a few seconds, Blake continued to walk backward, guiding Yang across the room. It was a sight to behold, the normally-proud bruiser on a leash with a previously-nonexistent tail sticking out from her posterior. But, If the vague grunts of enjoyment from Weiss were any indication, not an altogether unpleasant sight.
"Good girl," Blake sighed as she sat primly on the very edge of the bed. Her legs sat quite open, not troubling to be ladylike. Then she patted one thigh and said, "Paws up!"
And just like an obedient lapdog, Yang quickly crawled over to the spot, obediently 'standing' up on her knees between Blake's legs. She didn't dare go down and sit on her calves, knowing it would bring all kinds of strange sensations to her muscles around the plugs. So, keeping her 'back paws' to the ground, she hopped her hands onto Blake's thigh, holding it to support her position.
Grinning, Blake took a calculated risk - she scratched behind Yang's ears again, knowing she would be playing havoc with her hair. It wasn't altogether rough, just a bit rougher than Weiss had treated her. "Good, good girl! Look at you, so obedient!"
Though not unwelcome, it made the blonde's eyes squint. She knew Blake wouldn't pull, but this was going to mess it up a lot more than petting it would. Which anyone who knew Yang would know was still a bad move. But after a short while, she began to lean into the scratching, yet again trying to move her hips side to side to shift her tail back and forth. Not only that, but she opened her mouth slightly, giving a slightly more cheerful expression as she panted.
"That's it... that's my Princess Fluffykins. Good dog." Then her legs began to drift further apart as her other hand reached in and, without giving it any undue attention, nipping the fabric to one side. The scent of arousal filled the air between them and mingled with that of Yang's, but she simply raised the hand and began to pet along Yang's shoulder as she kept scratching.
Through her dazed expression, both of mingling joy and arousal, she caught the scent of Blake's own heat. She wasn't the only one desperate to finish tonight it seemed. Maybe everyone was going to finish more than once. She desperately wanted to reach straight down, plunge two fingers into the opening. But of course, the gloves were in the way. What could she use?
And that's when she had a thought: "Does master want Fluffykins to taste?" It was worth the risk of displeasing her master to get a solid answer immediately.
Instead of answering, Blake nodded and continued to pet Yang. However, she didn't force her; merely allowed the way to remain open. Nodding, she moved her 'paws' to either side her thighs instead, making sure she was facing Blake a moment. Although, 'standing' meant she couldn't reach to where Blake wanted her to lick. She had to sit down.
Easing herself gently to sit on her knees, she let out another soft moan when she felt pressure around the plug, having to squint her eyes upon doing so. It felt so strange! But she had no time to get used to it. Only time to begin to satisfy her master. Once taking a few breaths to compose herself, she began to lean into the arousal of her master, keeping eye contact with her as she allowed herself to lap at the heat below.
"Oooh," drifted from the Faunus's lips easily, eagerly. The arm that had been petting her hair went back to lean against the bed, bracing her upward as she began to relax into the sensation of an all-consuming mouth on her sex. It was most certainly sodden, having enjoyed watching everything play out from the moment they began to strip their pet until now. With each lap, Yang could feel it, taste it. Lapping from side to side, she made sure to treat each of her folds first, giving them their necessary attention before anything else. Blake was completely soaked with her own juices in preparation for this. And those juices were being lapped right up by the blonde bruiser. One who had allowed herself to become the most submissive of servants tonight. To be her pet.
From this angle, she couldn't keep track of Weiss's activities either. Which meant that it came as some surprise when another pair of hands began to caress her soft ribcage on either side, smoothing down to her rump and then back up to either side of her chest. Blake, however, simply allowed Yang to do what she had been commissioned to do: give her every attention over to her eventual climax with her skilled, flawless mouth.
Yet another thing to make Yang gasp, and in doing so, breathe in the scent of her master. A scent of saltiness, yet oddly sweet, one that she needed all the more of. So then she began to move her tongue upward, paying attention to the small nub atop Blake's sex this time, knowing she would enjoy it far more now that she had the build up for it. Either way, she was completely distracted. Weiss could do whatever she wanted.
"OH!" Blake moaned, seizing slightly when she felt her clit being lavished. "Oh, Yang - that's what I wanted, right there! YES!"
The hands were still lavishing the blonde's body, however. As they drifted down to caress her stomach, toy with her chest, a thick hardness could be felt pressing against Yang's hindquarters. She definitely remained as interested in climaxing again as she had been moments before when using her underarm as an atypical source of pleasure. Simply allowing her eyes to close, Yang pushed apart the legs of her master even more, baring more of her to the open air as she licked the delicate nub over and over. The only thing she wished was to have fingers available, fingers to push inside while paying attention to her clit. But the gloves made that impossible. She'd simply have to continue.
As she felt Weiss begin to press herself against her back, she shifted herself backward slightly. A small gesture, but enough to show the heiress that she wasn't ignoring her. After a minute or more of this attention being paid to the two with no cock, the one with a cock decided it was time to lavish attention of another variety. Scooting back slightly, she rubbed her hands up and down Yang's thighs a few times, just for good measure. Then one of her hands grasped the tail and began to tug very gently straight upward.
"U-UUUHHH?!"
In the middle of another lap around Blake's clit, she faltered. The hand was yet again moving that plug's position around inside her. It sent more shivers down her spine, even more so when she began to move her legs slowly, to stand herself back onto her knees again. But each action was making her pant even more against Blake's sex, making her sweat yet again. She needed satisfying again. Soon.
Though Blake did budge up slightly at Yang's sudden movements and outcry, she mostly allowed herself to remain relaxed, thoroughly basking in the attention to her pungent arousal. But she could also watch with detached bemusement as Weiss's head slowly dipped down below the "tail" she had just utilized as a handle, and could tell when she angled her head just so she could perform the same action as Yang - albeit upside-down.
She must have been dreaming. Here she was, dressed up like a dog, tail and all, between two women, one licking her sex while she licked another. If someone had said to her she would be in that situation a year ago, she'd have called them crazy. Yet there she was, moaning against Blake's clit over and over as Weiss began to treat her own, quivering yet again with joy.
Before long, however, the attentions with a tongue in her warm sex retreated, and there was shifting behind them as Weiss's knees brushed past Yang's feet and calves. After a moment, something much more solid was pressing up against her ready and waiting wetness. For a short moment, Yang had to stop her own attentions to her master, allowing herself a quick glance behind to see the heiress. She was going to take her yet again this evening, this time in her other pair of lips; where she was supposed to be.
Yet again, she clenched down into the plug into response, making it twitch for the heiress's amusement, before turning back to Blake. "S-sorry, Master, I- Fluffykins wanted to see."
"Fluffykins is… easily distracted," Blake reprimanded her gently. Then she clamped her fingers down on the back of her neck and forcibly dragged her head back to the task this time. "You aren't done here."
Blinking in surprise, she quickly kept her eye contact straight back to Blake's again, gauging her reaction this time with each lick she made of the area. The question was, should she change her tactics this time? Thinking it a good idea, on her next lick, she no longer paid it to her clit, but lower. This time, when she lapped at her, she attempted to circle the entrance she found there.
The next moan from the Faunus was much longer, more relaxed. The nerve endings were so much less heightened in that area that she was able to enjoy herself in a more relaxed fashion. But Weiss had not backed off in her advances. Slowly but surely, the thick, hot length was pushing its way into Yang's waiting body, and a long, shuddering groan erupted from its owner.
"Ohhhh, yeah. That's much better!"
Sure enough, just as she had began to lap Blake again, she was moaning once more. Now, there was something in both of those lower entrances, something she never thought she'd experience. Never before had she felt so filled! Parting her legs slightly more, she took a moment to take in more deep breaths to calm herself. If Weiss was to go too fast while both places were full, she was sure she'd be overstimulated. Slow, steady pace. Once sure she was calm enough, she began to lap at Blake's sex again, pressing her mouth up against the inner folds to try and slide her tongue inside.
Little by little, one of Blake's legs began to hike its way up until the sole of her boot, which Yang had tried so hard to keep clean, was resting gently against the blonde’s shoulder, holding her open yet more for the tongue to do its magic. Her sounds grew more and more unencumbered, which was so unusual for the Faunus but had become slightly more commonplace the longer she and her battle partner were together.
At the other end, the length was all the way inside, and Weiss's hips began to shift back and forth experimentally. Not yet was she thrusting, but that would likely come soon. Yang's eyes began to close once more. This was so much inside her. An all new experience of which she hadn't a clue how to feel about. It was good, definitely. But could she actually handle it? She was going to find out. Soon.
Sliding her tongue into the Faunus's sex, she attempted thrusting movements of her own, pulsing her tongue in and out of her at a reasonable pace. Over and over, trying to lap at a different area each time. She wanted to make this something to remember.
While Blake's reaction was to only enjoy the moment, rolling her hips forward into the exploratory tongue, it seemed Weiss had another agenda. Just after she began to slide outward again, she cleared her throat.
"Seems familiar, doesn't it, Blake?" No answer from the Faunus; she was preoccupied. "Something that happened to me once... being sandwiched between two women. Interesting how things turn out."
“Weiss...” Blake’s sigh was a little weary, as if she had been hoping they could all just get off and leave it at that, but she didn’t seem to have much brainpower to spare on admonishing the other ‘master’. Not with Yang going down on her so vigorously.
But Yang was paying attention. Easing one eye open didn't do much good to look behind and try to see the look on Weiss's face, but either way, she was listening to every word. And resenting it. This really was Weiss's revenge for kidnapping her and Ruby at different points. But as ‘revenges’ went, it was pretty tame.
Or so she thought.
Feeling the length slide outward, she tried to brace herself as best she could, paws on the Faunus's legs trying to grip tightly as she prepared for what was coming. And she got it; Weiss slid forward at a slightly faster speed than before until she was all the way inside. “UUUNNNH!" Yang cried at the rough thrust.
However, there was a larger purpose for her leaning forward, apparently. "I have a present for you," Weiss told her in a low, sultry tone, voice much closer than before.
Right against Blake's sex, she found herself moaning yet again, tightly closing her eyes for a moment more. Thanks to the tail, her sex felt tighter. Why was something in her ass making something inside her main entrance seem so much bigger? It made no sense! But it was. And she felt the pleasure welling through her veins again. But as soon as a present was mentioned, her eyes opened slightly again, only for her to notice something being set up nearby. A scroll?
"Thought you might appreciate the view."
The screen being held up next to Yang's face displayed creamy white hips and thighs framing the entirety of it, and right in the center was an erect cock - from the angle it was taken, apparently hanging downward against a backdrop of a smooth stomach. Above this was an anus that had been partially opened, allowing a view of the sensitive skin inside.
That wasn't what she expected at all. Weiss never seemed the type to have porn on her scroll, especially not of random men. Although, the view it provided was certainly helping her along. As Weiss thrust in and out, she stared intently at the photo for a few moments, seeming to smirk against Blake's sex as she looked. It wasn't often she could say someone was giving her a picture to help get her off while having at it. Truly a unique experience.
As Weiss began to up her pace, she said, "Here..." and thumbed the display, zooming in slightly more on the vital parts. The cock was quite rigid and thick, the sack smooth and hairless. All of the skin was indeed without flaw. From the way Weiss was ramping up her speed, panting and straining, she was enjoying the picture just as much as Yang. “Hot, right?”
"Fuck," Blake panted weakly. For one, she wasn't even glancing at the scroll; all of her attention was focused on the tongue that was driving her wild, even if it was slightly distracted at the moment.
But no distraction could put Yang off. She knew it wasn't a good idea to disobey her master, especially not since she still had the handle of the choke chain in her spare hand. In fact, her distraction was working in favour of Blake, as it encouraged her to ramp the speed of her tongue up. Shuddering again in delight, she knew what was coming. After all, she'd just experienced it a few minutes ago. A second finish was getting closer, a lot faster.
All thanks to an image on Weiss's phone. ' He’s kinda cute,' Yang thought to herself, admiring the form . ' Girly dude like him. I'd love to have taken the Dust, hit that ass from the back… maybe even gone down on that D. But I’m more than happy with the girls I’m with now. '
"Yeah? Does Princess Fluffykins like- like that?" Weiss was panting around the neighbourhood of her hair as she began to slam into her over and over, now holding onto Blake's leather-clad ankle with her other hand to help brace herself upward. "I definitely do! It's... mmhhh, when I saw it the first time, I was so turned on! Wouldn't you... like to take some Dust again and… and go to town?"
Each time Weiss slammed herself forward, it smacked against the plug. Over and over, it felt like there were two lengths inside her, both filling her and driving her wild. And visualising just as Weiss described wasn't so bad either; Yang never saw herself as one to go for submissive men, but then again, she’d never expected to find herself dating women, either. And yet the idea of her being the dominant one on top of this guy in the image was making her stomach tighten all the more. And knowing she and Weiss were sharing the same fantasy…
'Wait…' Then the cogs began to turn in Yang's head slightly. Although she continued to push her tongue in and out of Blake at the quick speed, she moved her head to one side, managing to face Weiss side on, raising an eyebrow to question: 'The FIRST time? Just how many times has she used this?'
But Weiss was beyond noticing Yang's expression. Her entire being was focused on filling her over and over, raking the hot length against her inner walls and driving both of them toward a second orgasm. She had eyes only for the screen in that moment.
That is, until a particularly sound lick upward toward Blake's clit made her gasp "NNHHhhh, oh my GOD!", and spasm more than usual, nearly pulling the leg away that the heiress was using for balance. Weiss bobbled to maintain her upright position, but barely so; then she was back to pounding into her at breakneck speed, this time going flat-out, no head for anything but the feeling of warmth around her. Her climax wasn't far off now.
However, something else had changed without her noticing. In the mild commotion, her thumb had accidentally twitched the screen of her scroll to another picture - one almost the same as the first, taken from the same angle but slightly further back. Now a decently-sized breast could be glimpsed on either side of the rigid cock. Beyond that was a chin, and a shock of red-and-brown hair that hung past.
That wasn't a man at all. That was a woman. Trans, perhaps, but certainly someone who presented themselves as a woman, considering the lack of hair anywhere on the body apart from atop the head and the soft breast now in view. Yang might have thought it was Weiss if not for the size of the boobs. She was pretty hot, and that made Yang even hotter to look at her, since lately she was more inclined toward women than men. Definitely wouldn’t mind being on top of her OR underneath now. It also made more sense of how Weiss would have bothered to look for this, given that she was even less interested in boys.
‘What a hottie,’ she thought to herself as the cock began to drag her closer and closer to her orgasm, as she sucked on Blake’s clit for a moment. ‘Wonder if she’d be into another girl like her?’
But her mind wouldn’t stop pondering the unlikely situation. Were there really that many women with dicks in Remnant that it was so easy to find pictures of them in such compromising positions? Especially ones with such trademark two-tone hair… and looking at said hair, she noticed something very unsettling to her. The penny dropped. Weiss hadn’t been searching for porn at all. There was only one person she knew who had hair that was both red and brown. Only one person who could possibly have that equipment despite how she was born.
'Ruby.'
But before she could even dwell on that fact, everything had gotten to be too much. The mental image based upon the one on the scroll, the cock thrusting its way into her over and over again, the scent and taste of Blake had brought her to her limit. Before she could scream or protest, she found herself coming harder than ever, shuddering violently. Even her tongue began to shake as it circled Blake's clit again and again.
She'd just gotten off while looking at a dirty picture of her own sister.
"OH! Oh, Yang, yes!" Blake was moaning, nearly there herself and completely oblivious to what had played out in front of her. "Yeah, th-that's it! That's- NNNHHHAAAH!" Then she was writhing and squirming underneath Yang's tongue, even as she was still moaning from her own climax. The sounds of their voices pitched high and mingled into a din of ecstasy.
"I'm c-coming again!" Weiss announced an instant later, ramping up her speed until she was rubbing Yang raw as Blake slowly began to flutter down from the heights of her orgasm. "J-just a f-few more seconds! Just... a- a-"
"THAT'S MY SISTER!"
It wasn't quite the safety word, but needless to say, a phrase to end the activities was yelled out, in the most furious voice any of them had ever heard from Yang before. Even without her hair being pulled, her eyes had turned red, her hair had started to glow. She was a creature out of her mind with fury.
What happened next only took a few short seconds. She pulled her body away from Weiss completely, drawing her out, then pushing herself away from Blake to give the force to turn herself around, only for her to then crash her covered hands into Weiss's shoulders, and push her straight backwards, slamming her into the ground. She was beyond caring that Weiss hadn't finished, or that she was just about to. She was too blinded by rage.
However, for the very same reason Yang had just climaxed - sheer surprise - Weiss was barely able to utter a "YANG I'M-" before thick white seed was bursting from the end of her cock, spraying itself up and all over the enraged woman's stomach, even onto her tits. The look on her delicate features was completely devoid of pleasure by now, but it was still flushed from their earlier activities.
Yang's was simply rage. She didn't even seem to notice the seed that had made it's way into her stomach, onto her breasts. She could only grit her teeth together as she glared down at the heiress, her former 'master'. Inside her head, she was battling a million and one different alternatives. Most of which involved a very violent retaliation. She pushed those aside; she cared too much for Weiss to actually cause harm, even in the middle of her fury. Friendship was about the only thing that kept her in check when she was in Rage Mode. In the end she just maintained her hold on those shoulders, keeping her pinned to the ground with all her weight.
"You think that's funny?! You think I wanna see my own sister like that?! What if I had images like that of Winter, huh? HUH?!"
Though for an instant Weiss looked queasy at this notion, had to take a few quick breaths to dispel it, her jaw set before she looked up defiantly. "You kidnapped a Schnee. Whether or not it was part of a game, whether or not you had already done it to your sister before... this was a fair consequence as far as I'm concerned."
"Fair, fucking, consequence?!" The red in Yang's eyes only seemed to burn all the more. It was no wonder anyone who had faced her semblance before had tried to get away as quickly as they could. She looked as though she wanted to tear Weiss completely apart. Instead, she tried to grasp Weiss as best as the mitts would allow, shaking her back and forth as she spoke through her teeth.
"Is it fair on Ruby that I've seen that?! Is it?! You showed me those so eagerly - how many fucking others have seen them?! I swear if people know my little sister is doing this I swear I'll-"
But Yang's diatribe was cut off when the leash tugged backward. To be fair, Blake was probably exercising a lot more caution than she would with someone who wasn't her friend, but it was more than enough to close her windpipe entirely. The force of Blake's pull was enough to yank her off Weiss entirely, and near enough pull her on her back! But even though she was still just struggling to breathe in, she could see why Blake was still applying that pressure. To make her shut up and listen.
"That's enough," Blake panted, unsteady on her feet from their recent activities. "Weiss might have done something you didn't much like, and I get that you’re angry, but she hasn't hurt you and she hasn't hurt Ruby. In fact, we discussed this with her beforehand, when Weiss was still a bit upset about how you kept kidnapping the two of them. She agreed that this would be a good taste of your own medicine... even though she did look a little uncomfortable."
From the sounds of things, they had told Ruby of the photo sharing. Not only did it make Yang more than a little uncomfortable, but it also drove a different kind of fear into her. Fear of if they got out, and if her sister was ever then found out. She'd never be able to live it down. Grasping at the chain with the mittens, she was trying her best to pull it off, despite Blake's pleas.
"And I told her I'd be doing this," Weiss snapped, holding up her scroll once she'd retrieved it from the bed - which still had the image emblazoned across its screen. Yang felt sick seeing it, mostly because she didn’t feel sick enough at the sight of Ruby as she wished she was. "She asked me why I would want to, what the point was. What did I tell her, you ask? That it's just extremely weird for you to kidnap your own sister and turn her into a sex toy! That it's almost as weird for you sisters to both trap me in a box and fuck me from either side! Together, like some kind of family activity! Sometimes, Yang Xiao Long..."
But she paused. What she had been about to say was obviously not what she had started off intending to mention, so she cut herself off, merely standing there with folded arms while the scroll dangled from the crook of her arm. Instead of snapping ‘Sometimes, I think you would bang her if she weren’t your sister’, she kept quiet. That was too far and she didn’t want to make Yang even more upset.
"We… put Ruby in there as a gift… f-for you!" Yang managed to gasp, continuing to try and 'paw' at the collar around her neck. Yes, perhaps she reacted far too angrily at first, but even then, she still wasn't expecting to be seeing pictures of her sister from that evening. “A-and so what if we both fucked you? Didn’t seem to bother you when this all started!”
"Still bizarre!" Weiss snapped back. "And I just wanted to see what you'd do if you saw the one picture, so I pulled it up! You weren't supposed to see the other one and figure out it was her!" Only at the end did a small shred of remorse creep into her voice, but by and large she still looked just as outraged as her teammate was.
"Well you know what? It's HARD for me, okay?!"
Managing to finally grasp the chain under a small segment of the mitt, Yang was finally able to pull it forward enough for her to speak freely. Even if Blake still had the handle and could pull it back simply, she trusted her to let her talk at least. And from the looks of it, she needed to. The raging expression was dying down, into one full of worry, of sadness. Things were finally spilling out into the open.
"It's hard to know what to do when you and your sister are both in a relationship with the same chick, okay?! Because we both wanna make you happy. I asked Ruby if she wanted to be your gift, because I knew for a fact that you wouldn't have had as much fun if it was me in that box instead!"
That seemed to catch Weiss off guard. Even though her angered expression didn't dissipate entirely, it at least mingled with one of confusion. "You really don't think I'd have enjoyed you as a present? Yang... when have we not had a great time together? I don't understand wh-"
"That's not what I'm saying," she cut her off, finally sitting on her knees on the ground again, despite wincing at how the tail felt. "I'm saying... I know we're in this together, that we all have fun together, whether it's three of us getting frisky or just a couple doing their own thing; but when it comes to who you feel the most for, it's obvious, Weiss. And that is why we asked and set Ruby up for you."
"Well… maybe I'm the only one who feels weird about it, then." Running a hand over her face, she then drew it back and looked disdainfully at the leather glove before turning back to look at her. "I'm not used to abducting people and forcing them into a box, okay? In my book, that's still a criminal action! And I know that's not how you meant it but... I don't know. It was really exciting, but also kind of disturbing."
"Weiss, we don't have to do any of this stuff," Blake told her very seriously, pacing forward as she edged her underwear back into place with one finger. "You seemed to be on board, so I was, too. As long as everybody's agreed that we're in this together, I didn't see any problem with it. But if you have second thoughts… I mean, I’m fine with stopping."
"I'll admit, getting you into the box was… a little crazy,” Yang started. “But if we really thought you weren't able to handle it, we would have let you out. You have to believe that. Seriously, I thought we already covered all this – if I knew you were still pissed about it, I’d have apologised!" But upon looking to both Blake and Weiss again, she found herself sighing. It really was the worst possible moment for this to all come out, but things were better now they had been said. "I think we all need to have a think about how we want things to be from now on. Or possibly, who we want."
"Possibly," Blake echoed. Weiss didn't say anything, but merely nodded. Therefore, the Faunus took it upon herself to approach Yang and reach for her collar, but not before hesitating to ask, "Are you sure I can take this off you?"
Giving a bitter smile back to her, she rolled her eyes. "What, afraid I'm gonna lunge again or something?"
A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth as she said, "Possibly" yet again before removing it. Once it was gone, she slid her arms around Yang's back and hugged her tightly. "Sorry, but you really did seem to enjoy this whole thing up until the end."
Right away, Yang eagerly accepted the hug, throwing her arms straight around Blake as she nuzzled into her shoulder. "I really was. But… shit happens, I guess."
Somehow, her battle partner really could calm her down and keep her grounded, even after her semblance was activated. To Weiss also, it would seem that the same relationship she and Ruby shared, Yang and Blake did as well. Even if they didn't admit it, they were always close. And from how it seemed, always would be.
“I’m… sorry, Yang,” Weiss finally offered a minute or two later, though she sounded hesitant and shaken. “It was just supposed to be… I don’t know, a mean prank to get you back for your mean pranks. That made sense in my head. And it wouldn’t harm you if you never knew it was Ruby! But after seeing you so angry, and what you said about Winter… I realise I was wrong, and I went too far.”
“Forget it. I don’t want to think about it.”
Shifting from foot to foot, she asked in a small voice, “Are you sure? Because I can… I don’t know, you can put me in a box again or something.”
“Nah. Even if it was kind of sick… it was also kind of a sick burn, as much as I hate to admit that right now. You really got me. Let’s just call the whole thing ‘even’ and move on.”
“Okay,” Weiss said, chancing a small smile. Yang flashed her a bigger grin that she didn’t truly feel. Though she was a little shaken by seeing her sister that way, and still annoyed with Weiss not figuring out on her own where the line was before crossing it, she knew that the heiress truly didn’t mean to hurt her. That counted for a lot.
After a few more seconds of relaxing against Blake, Yang eventually worked up the courage to ask, "Don't suppose you could get the paws off me now? I want my fingers back."
"Well, we were going to tell you that you had to wear them for the rest of the night..." Blake's voice trailed off as she glanced over at Weiss, who merely looked up and shrugged as if it didn't matter to her in the slightest. “But yeah, I think the moment is over.”
"More than anything, I kinda want them back to… de-doggify me." Her cheeks were beginning to burn red as she tried to point with them downwards. The tail was still firmly inside her. Weiss snorted, but she still walked over to help Blake begin untying the bonds that held the paws in place. In short order, they were able to slip them down and off her hands.
"There," Blake sighed as she tossed them toward her bed. "Better?"
Stretching her hands out straight away, she sighed contently. "Much." And without hesitation, she leant backwards, parting her legs so she could finally reach the tail. Grasping it, and giving a tug, she suddenly stopped. "HUK!"
That was when she began to realise: it was stuck. Not completely, but it wasn't coming without a fight. And that fight would only bring Yang close to get another orgasm.
However, neither Blake nor Weiss were in the frame of mind for such escapades now. Weiss took a hesitant step forward and asked, "Something wrong?"
Giving another pull again, Yang couldn't help but moan. The sensation pulling on those tight muscles was only making things worse, making her shudder with pleasure as she felt the object shifting around. Cheeks burning red, she glanced to the other two shamefully, hunching her shoulders. "I-it's… I kinda wanna..."
"What is it?" Blake asked, though the full blush made her suspicious. "Are... seriously? After all that just happened, the picture of Ruby and near-violence and everything, you're still turned on?!"
"D-don't remind me!" But despite the memories resurfacing again, Yang tried to look down at the situation. There was no way she could see properly, but she could tell it wasn't going to come out without leaving her aroused. "Look, it's not like I was thinking 'hmm, I should pull this thing out my ass before it gets stuck in there' while I was angry. I never realised..."
A look came over Blake's face as she watched Yang tugging at the plug. As if she were thinking about something, filing the information away for later. In the moment, however, she merely clapped a hand to her battle partner's shoulder in comfort.
The hand on her shoulder snapped her back to reality for a moment. While Blake was close to her, and she was in such an arousal filled state; she began to think about that. What if Blake were to help in... Other ways?
"Do you want us to just... pull?" Weiss asked, somewhat joking. That didn’t seem like the best plan.
"This is gonna sound crazy." Yang ran one of her hands through her hair. "But... Are either of you up for round three?"
"Really?" The hand on her shoulder began to glide up and down gently, and its owner stepped forward until their chests were touching, noses an inch apart. "I'm not really horny... at the moment, but..."
"Right," Weiss laughed from the other side. "We'd be starting from scratch after I messed up so bad."
"Yeah... I know." Even if it they needed to have a talk, Yang did feel bad about how she reacted. As it stood, all of them had enjoyed a somewhat-ruined climax. But upon giving another pull on the plug, she found she couldn't wait anymore. And knew for a fact it would leave her weak.
"Okay... How about we..." Looking over toward Blake's bed, she had an idea. "If we lay down, we don't have to worry about anyone falling over. My legs are jelly."
"Works for me." As they all began to work their way toward the bed, Weiss's gentle hands in the small of Yang's back, Blake kissed the slightly-red area on Yang's neck. "And... sorry for tugging a few times."
"Oh don't apologise, that part was… kinda…" She didn't know how to describe it in truth. As she watched the girls climbing onto the bed, she rubbed the area lightly. "Don't get me wrong, I don't want this to be a permanent thing. But being short of breath was... really really hot."
That seemed to take both Blake and Weiss aback, for they both blinked down at her as they settled on either side of Yang. It wasn't something either of them were familiar with, especially from someone so naturally dominant as Yang, but they didn't want to make her feel as if they thought this was anything to be ashamed of. Instead, Weiss nestled her chin into the crook of her neck.
"Then maybe we'll do it again sometime. For now... just do whatever you think you need to do."
"Right," Blake echoed.
Settling in between them, Yang rested her feet firmly on the mattress, using it to give herself a little leverage to keep the tail exposed. Once sure she was comfortable, she reached a hand down between them to grasp at the plug again, beginning to tug against the tight muscles once more. Of course, it made her moan out once more.
With a giggle, Blake asked, "Want some help?" Unable to answer with words, she simply nodded, letting the plug go again to allow her hand to trail to her sex instead. The heiress watched with some interest for a moment before lowering her own fingers to the plug and giving it a slight tug.
"Ooh... that's really in there."
"Just relax," Blake breathed, caressing the inside of her friend's thigh. "Let it happen."
"I-it feels so big." When Weiss pulled, the muscles instinctively clung to the plug, making her shudder again and let out shaky moans. Pressing two fingers in between her lips, Yang began to stroke her wetness up and down, letting her eyes fall closed as she focused on the pleasure alone. Each time Weiss tugged a little, she attempted to push herself up against it again, trying to get it to thrust back into her. Yang really did like attention there!
"Wait a second," Weiss commented after this had happened a few times. "Are you trying to help me get this out, or just trying to have me fuck you with it?!"
Between the few deep breaths she was taking, she was able to look around to Weiss again. And when she looked back down, she realised she had been thrusting back against it unconsciously. She didn't even realise!
"I-I..." She stuttered, taking another deep breath in. "It feels so good. I don't… want it out yet. Not till I'm close."
"Not like I can blame you there with as much as I enjoy that," she chuckled... as she slowly began to push and pull continuously, stopping her outward momentum when she felt it meet strong resistance. Her mouth began to move up and down her shoulder, leaving light kisses of comfort.
In the meantime, Blake's hands were moving along her stomach and chest, teasing so gently it was almost not teasing at all. "Is there anything else you want me to do?" she asked in a whisper. "Take over for your hand, or just... let you take care of yourself?"
"O-oh…" Feeling her eyes beginning to flutter shut once again, she couldn't help but shuffle her hips from side to side as Weiss began to push the plug inward and outward, mouth remaining in a dazed grin as she panted rather heavily. Even without the attention to her sex, it felt fantastic! Such actions had made her own hand's movements stop, a worthwhile signal that Blake should take over instead, seeing as she was too distracted to finish the job herself.
Which she did immediately, sliding her hand down past Yang's before reaching the wetness between her legs, teasing it with her fingertips. Just around the outside of the lips for the moment, but with clear intent to ramp up the attentions as they went along.
Suddenly, she found herself gasping again. Now there were two forms of pleasure coming her way, both her heated sex and her rear end were being toyed with by the two women beside her. Both causing waves of pleasure to flood through her body for the third time this evening. To try and quell her moaning, she bit her bottom lip, trying to reach for anything to keep herself grounded. The only thing she could think of was the pillow behind her.
Following the shifting of her position, Weiss and Blake exchanged a somewhat wicked smile over her as they continued their actions. It seemed their minds were working on the same wavelength; they both leaned in and took one of Yang's peaks into their warm mouths, laving over them with wet tongues as their hands continued to torture her lower half.
"OH!" For reasons she couldn't explain, feeling her breasts having attention in addition to the two entry's below made her back arc yet again, made her moan out loudly. But it didn't stop them. Blake was still stroking the length of her sodden folds, Weiss was still effectively fucking her with the plug. Both of these women were doing their best to push Yang to her limit again, and beyond.
Which was coming soon. Already her legs were beginning to shift slightly, she could feel the muscles in her stomach tightening, and the ring of muscle clenching and unclenching the plug. "B-Blake... Weiss... D-don't stop!"
And they didn't. Blake's movements only amped upward, fingers toying with her flesh in two different ways. Her tongue tended to swirl around the peak, whereas Weiss's was flicking across the tender nipple. It was quite a lot of attention being paid her entire body, as it were. Straight away, Yang's moans began to increase in volume, her back arcing even more as her legs continually twitched back and forth. Nearly there, so so close now, she could feel her lower regions beginning to tighten, her rear yet again clenching and unclenching against the plug. It was now or never.
"I-I'm gonna... G-g-gonna-!"
Just as Blake's fingers ramped upward in speed, mercilessly punishing the clit of her battle partner, she unlatched from the soft peak and whispered, "Now, Weiss!"
The heiress nodded slightly, and began tugging the plug a bit more. Little by little, it began to edge free of the tightly-clenched opening.
And finally, she felt her climax arriving. Right as Weiss gave one more pull, all her lower muscles had tightened, right against the plug as Weiss had managed to pull it free. The sudden difference had her calling out loudly, white hot pleasure flowing through her veins, like electricity. Her mind was a blur, thanks to its intensity. It was probably the most intense orgasm she'd ever had. One that left her panting heavily once she'd finished, both her arms and legs completely slackening.
And all the while, Blake and Weiss were right there with her, lips and hands generously caressing her body, heightening the experience. Though neither of them seemed ready for another climax themselves, they were all about giving Yang the grand finale she deserved.
Once the lion's share of the orgasm had passed, Weiss held up the tail by the tuft of faux fur. "Well, that was an interesting experiment."
Laughing through her pants for breath, she managed to open her eyes again to see the tail in Weiss's hand. And the plug of course. How did something so small feel so big inside her? But when she tried to sit up, it felt like far too much of an effort. The experience had rendered her completely exhausted. "J-Jesus... You two really took it outta me. L-literally even."
Nodding, Blake gently eased her back down to lay against the pillows. "Easy there, don't push yourself. You finished twice, Weiss finished twice... and I don’t need to go for round two myself. Just rest."
"We can clean up everything later," Weiss yawned as she readjusted her underwear to cover herself and rolled onto her back. "I think we've earned some beauty sleep, don't you?"
"Y-yeah... I think so."
Yang smiled dozily. But between the two of them, she could feel herself calming down already, heart rate slowing to its gradual pace again. But as she saw the two getting comfortable in their own positions, she managed to spread her arms out above their heads, giving them more than enough space to get closer.
"C'mon ladies, your teddy bear is ready to snug."
Trying her best not to roll her eyes, Blake rolled over to slide one arm over Yang's stomach and snuggle her face into the crook of her neck. “Don’t you mean our puppy?”
It was very easy for them to become settled in that manner. Dozily smiling again, Yang looped her arm around to begin petting Blake’s head, softly running her fingers down the beautiful hair continuously. Even if it was as messy as sin, Yang didn't care. It was nearly a full minute before Weiss did the same, as worried as she had been about Yang holding a grudge. But when Yang only pulled a little more insistently, she capitulated, grumbling something about "presumptuous blondes" and "who does she think she is" under her breath. The other arm rested on the exposed segment of skin to the side of the heiress’s stomach and hip, beginning the same petting technique once more.
"Hey," she whispered in the quiet, barely able to keep her eyes open. "Why don't we sleep like this more often?"
“Why not?” Blake yawned. “Better than curling up with a real puppy.”
“Aww, don’t say that,” Weiss countered. “Zwei is a beautiful cuddlemonster.”
“I am not a dog,” Yang tried to protest. But all she got for her trouble were two sets of lips pushing into either of her warm cheeks, causing them to blush slightly before Blake muttered her last words for that night.
“Sure, Princess Fluffykins. Whatever you say.”

(SPOILER NOTES RE: Bad orgasm. Essentially Weiss tries to "pay Yang back" for the two kidnappings by showing her a naked picture of Ruby while they're having sex. She intends this to be a secret revenge [as in, only Weiss, Blake and Ruby know she did it] because Yang isn't supposed to be able to tell it's a pic of her sister from the angle, but she figures it out at the moment she climaxes. They do finish, but right afterward they have a pretty intense and almost-violent argument that does eventually get resolved, and ends in another more enjoyable orgasm, apologies and cuddles.)
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She Wants The Dust	By : RWBYRemnants Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 3206 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She Wants The Dust