How This (not so) Little Rose Found Her Thorns Part 4 - Commission (Patreon)

Little bit of bondage, the usual tags. If you've not read the others go do that first!---It'd been a month until she'd dared to eat the berries from the oppressive tangle of plant life that choked this world. The bitter juice was so unpalatable that she'd had to force herself to swallow it. Every time the taste hit the back of her tongue, Blake swore to herself she'd find something else to eat. But there was so little left in this world, plants tough and completely inedible no matter how much she boiled them and birds rare in the sky. The river she'd followed down from the mountain had a few fish, barely a mouthful, and they were suspicious of her, hiding out of sight the moment she took out her blades like they knew what was coming.

The berries were always there as a last resort, and Blake was worried she was starting to enjoy their taste. Her clothes were becoming tatters, thorn snags and scrapes from the rough terrain, wearing away at her black pants and leaving trails of smooth skin open to the air. She'd torn up her white jacket for scraps a long time ago, carefully rationing out the makeshift ties when the twisted plant rope wasn't strong enough to hold. Survival had been hard and, at times, hopeless. Blake had never struggled with being alone, but now losing her friends was hurting. She wanted to hear their voices and join in on their jokes when she didn't feel awkward. She wanted to see Yang's body move, constantly entrancing and gossiping with Ilia about her in private. 

It hurt not to have that, but the need pushed her on even as the lack of proper food wore at her limbs. When it became too hard to stroll, she'd staggered, marshaling the strength to put one foot after the other. The river seemed endless, but it had to go somewhere, and there'd be cities where there was a coast. She'd find a way home. 

Progress was measured in meters these days, but she persisted, even if it seemed hopeless. Her body was streaked with sweat and dirt, and her clothes were ripped until they barely hung off her. Blake felt her strength ebb once more and tucked herself up in the cubby formed by some tree roots, leaning her head against the wood, small chips tangling in her hair that'd grown out long once again. The babble of the stream in her ears, she let exhaustion creep over her and drag her back to sleep. 

She dreamed of being held in powerful arms, cradled to Yang's chest, safe and protected from the world. 

When she woke to her surprise, the reality wasn't too far from the dream. 

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Blake had met some strange people in her time, but the family that had found her by the riverside was stranger than most. Muria, her savior, was a staggeringly tall woman built like she was made for punching through mountains. She'd carried Blake like she was nothing more than a doll through miles of the endless forest. She wore a thick strip of black cloth for a blindfold, a beautiful contrast to the long white hair that rolled down in messy waves across her shoulders. Weiss would throw a fit at the casual messiness of it, but even she'd have to admit it looked good. Muria was the dependable one of the family and doted on Blake since she'd been carried back to the grand mansion they called home. The supreme matriarch of the house, but motherly to all. 

Nick was more the boisterous man of the house, always coming and going with a story as wild as his long white beard. As wide as a barn, he loved to show off by picking Blake up and putting her on one of his flexing arms. She still found it annoying, but Nick was so cheerful he was wearing her down, and she barely complained about it anymore. They never expected Blake to earn her keep in the mansion. However, she still insisted on joining Nick on his errands as soon as she was strong enough to walk again, even if half of them were just doing some small amount of lifting and carrying while Nick got lost telling people one of his endless stories.

The city of Skugge was strange. Fabricators provided all people needed at the touch of a button, so work was done almost as an excuse to keep fit and meet people rather than from necessity. Worries about the plants invading the city and choking it just like the old ones were never far from people's lips, but it hadn't stopped every house from decorating itself with colorful blooms. Nick hadn't needed her today, so she'd gone with the third and last of the family instead. 

Uriel was a woman who looked like she could barely contain her power, taking after the best of both Nick and Muria. She was tall, broad, powerful, and had the self-confident aura that could sweep you up and carry you along like a leaf in the breeze. It reminded Blake of Yang, and the two had become fast friends. Uriel delights in helping Blake come out of her shell and enjoy herself. Be it through some blistering sparring sessions, where Blake had to use every dirty trick she knew to come out ahead of someone with so much raw power over her or helping Blake get a little more adventurous in her clothing. 

Most embarrassing of all was how freely she talked about sex! 

Muria, Nick, and Uriel's relationship was so open and wild that Blake couldn't keep up with it and her Faunus ears heard a lot more than she'd ever wanted to. It was such an ever-present part of the house that she couldn't avoid getting drawn into the conversations about it, even if she had little experience. The Trio seemed to find this funny and would lay it on thicker until the embarrassment got so hot it made her sweat, and she had to sneak off to cool down. 

Blake and Uriel were in the market today. The rest of the citizens of Skugge didn't have the white hair of the Trio or the height, and Blake hadn't found a suitable answer why that was. A market where everything could be made at the touch of a button should have been barren, but it was packed with people pressing their newest creations on others. Sweet candies with unexpected flavor twists, decadent pastries, beautiful dresses, and wraps are all given away freely in return for a bit of praise or even a smile. 

"This'd look good on you," Uriel said, turning to show Blake something that you couldn't even charitably call a bra. A thin strip of black lace with just the barest shallows to hold up her chest. 

"Dream on," Blake said, batting at Uriel's arm. "I'm still getting used to showing my belly."

"It's a good belly!" Uriel leaned down to pat her hand on Blake's stomach, lean from all her days of hard survival but filling back out now. She was being spoiled rotten. 

Blake laughed her off, but she couldn't deny Uriel's assessment. She'd been shamelessly praised for her looks, enough that it didn't even make her blush anymore, and it had let a little more daring creep into her wardrobe. She was only wearing a fancy black sports bra and black leather trousers worn so tight they looked painted over her thighs, yet she was still more covered than half the people of Skugge. The humid heat from all the plants and a casual attitude to sex meant people only wore a lot to show off the designs. Uriel herself had a corset on that her expansive chest was already threatening to escape, the straps creaking with every breath. 

"Come on, it can't hurt to try," Uriel grinned, holding the thin strip of lace up to Blake.

Blake sighed, reaching out to take the lingerie before Uriel decided she'd tug Blake off to a changing room and try it on in private. She couldn't resist the pull of her enthusiasm when it got going. The lace felt nice under her fingers, and Uriel always had a good eye for her size. It'd be a squeeze, but it might fit with some struggle, just like most things Uriel picked her out. As she considered slipping off her top for a quick fit, her eyes pricked up at the sound of a familiar voice. 

"You can't eat the whole stall! Calm down!"

That prissy, uptight voice didn't fit Skugge's friendly lax atmosphere, but Blake could pin it anywhere. She took off at a run, Uriel shouting after her as she pushed through the crowd. Surely it couldn't be?

It wasn't, or at least, it didn't seem to be. The woman looked much like Weiss, but she was much taller, with long white hair in a braid that swung down to brush against a perfectly taut butt. She has tight, lean muscle on her body, the kind you get when you hit the gym hard, intending to get fit rather than to show off. Even if she was just in a plain white shirt and an ankle-length blue dress, she still made it look like it was clothing fit for a queen. 

Weiss would have been spitting with jealousy.

Ears drooping at the idea she'd tricked herself, she looked to see what was going on. It was a bakery, making fresh dough treats instead of printing them out. She'd had a few before, gooey caramel-packed things that gave you a ridiculous sugar rush that made you want to bounce off the walls until you could work it all off. The store owner, a friendly old man who rarely spoke, stood by beaming with pride as two people were putting on the most ridiculous show. 

They had laid warm trays of cookies out, and two Amazonian women were going through them like an industrial wheat thresher. The one Blake hesitated to call the shorter of the pair was wearing a black frock coat trimmed with red, a figure-hugging bodysuit underneath that was doing a lot of hugging around curves on a body just as fit as the copycat Weiss. Powerful arms were throwing cookies into the red-rimmed hood at a rate that made Blake's throat tighten with concern. 

Her partner was even worse. Red Riding Hood was tall, but the woman beside her was an absolute mountain! Blake had to blink twice to make sure it wasn't a shaved bear, but there was no denying the flowing blonde hair draping over those big arms. She was so tall she had to bend to fit inside the market stall, face down towards the ground, as she scooped up cookies and ate them almost whole. It gave a view of an ocean of cleavage on a chest so unruly in size it was stretching out the "Point Towards Enemy" black block lettering on a khaki T-shirt that already had tears developing from its struggle to contain this beast of a woman. 

Wait. Wait, that was Yang. That had to be Yang! No one could wear something that stupid with such shameless confidence! Why was she so ridiculously huge? 

"Yang!" Blake called out, waving both hands at her without thinking about how it might look to the rest of the crowd.

The blonde giantess turned to regard her with an expression of mild curiosity, cheeks flushing as she realized where she was.

"No fucking way," Yang said, crumbs rolling down from her mouth to be forever lost in her cleavage.

"Yes, fucking way! You know how long I've been trying to find you all?" She pushed through the crowd to get to the stall, jumping back in surprise when she came up next to Weiss, who must be the real one after all, and realized she was the short one of the group now. By a lot.

"Perhaps you should have cast your eyes higher, Blake," Weiss said, looking down at her with smug amusement. 

Blake flushed hotly, glancing between her friends as she tried to fit these new looks into her perception of them. She'd known Ruby had gotten tall before their fight in the Portal Area, but they hadn't had long to get used to it. Now it was everyone? 

"Needed a big body to keep that enormous head on your shoulders," Blake huffed, batting at Weiss' arm. You can make a Schnee taller, but it just made them even haughtier.  

"Mfmghgmf!" Ruby said, mouth still full of cookies and giving Blake a thumbs up. 

Yang had stopped eating, fixing her with a hungry look that made Blake feel like she knew just how those cookies had felt moments ago. Ears twitching as she rubbed her arm, she approached her now even bigger crush.  

"You're all looking good. What happened? I wasn't expecting this," Blake said, staring up at Yang, neck craned all the way back while she paced her arms up and down Yang. Her crush really was a giant now. 

"I found a gym, got buffed up, and now I'm the biggest bitch in town," Yang said, winking at her.

Blake had missed this idiot so much. 

"There you are!" Uriel pushed through the crowd and stopped to look at the group, eyes flicking between the three and then returning to Weiss for a good second look. 

"Blake, introduce me. I think I'd know a group of women this pretty."

"They're my friends! Teammates! I told you about them?" Blake said, still catching herself enjoying the new look Yang.

"You missed a lot of details," Uriel said, looking Weiss up and down. The heiress gave a little snort of a laugh at the attention and flicked her braid back over her shoulder, chin up as she pretended not to enjoy the attention. 

Ruby swallowed, tapping her chest as she made a few coughs from the cookie crumbs, the fat ripping under the beating. The motion in the corner of her eye distracted Blake from Yang. Ruby, not being flat as a board, was still something she was getting used to. Ruby pushed back her hood and rubbed her mouth with a sleeve, looking over to Uriel. "Blake's seriously the best teammate. Are you a friend of hers?" 

"Uriel. We've grown close. I like to think."

Yang was staring daggers at her from that alone, and Blake had to reach up to tap Yang's cheek on tiptoes to reach over her chest. 

"Close friends! We're close friends."

"Right," Yang said, looking down with a fond smile at the kitten. "Knew that"

Sure she did. 

"You should come by ours! We can throw a party for you all and introduce you to Skugge properly," Uriel said. "I'm sure Blake would love that, wouldn't you?"

Blake froze. She knew just what Uriel’s parties were like. How did she get out of this one?  

"That'd be great!" Yang said, "We've barely gotten used to real food and people again. I'd love to go full fancy. Kick back and enjoy myself."

"Oh, absolutely. " You didn't need Blake's ears to catch Uriel’s amusement. She really shouldn't have told her about her crush on Yang, and this was such a blatant setup.

"Well, maybe they'd like to get comfy first. Ease them int-"

"A party would be delightful," Weiss said, giving a polite curtsey to Uriel. "I've not enjoyed one for some time, but we've little to wear, I'm afraid. I'd hate to make poor guests."

"Oh, don't worry," Uriel grinned. "I can get you all something. I've got an extensive wardrobe. I'll enjoy getting to share with people my size for once."

Oh no. Oh no no no no no. 

Blake was going to die. 

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She hadn't wanted it to be a big thing, but Nick and Uriel didn't really know how to do small, so they had filled the halls with food, wine, and guests. Any excuse to hold a party, and this one was better than most. Blake couldn't bear to face all that attention, so she'd hidden away in her room, and despite her best efforts, Ruby Rose had tagged along. She was hard enough to say no to when she was short and bubbly. Now Ruby seemed to have newfound confidence to back up her enthusiasm, and it bulldozed right over all of Blake's objections. 

"I still don't understand how this is all happening," Blake said, curled up on her bed. She'd gone over what'd happened while the group was elsewhere a few times, and it still wasn't clicking. 

"Shoot, sorry." Ruby was looking through Blake's wardrobe, trying to pick a dress. Though she seemed more amused at Blake's new, less reserved style. "Okay, super simple. Ambrosius boosted my body and gave me the power to change things. Blake and Weiss changed near me!"

"But how?" 

Ruby laughed, holding up a short cocktail dress. Blake shook her head. It was nice but far too plain. She needed something special for tonight. 

"Aw, it's cute, though. Fine." Ruby huffed, putting it back. "It'd take a while to explain! It's fun, though. They loved it."

"Your idea of fun is designing a new sword or binging on sugar. It doesn't explain Yang getting all... all... Yangier!" Blake said, flopping her head back against the pillow. Then taking another and pressing it over her face.

"I've changed! Grown-up, if you haven't noticed?"

"Sense of humor still terrible," Blake groaned through the pillow.

"Hey, groans are just reluctant smiles. Now are you going to get dressed for Yang or not?"

"We're not even dating! Don't say it like that," Blake replied as she threw the pillow at Ruby.

Ruby easily dodged the pillow before she dragged Blake along the bed with a swift pull, Blake yelping as the friction burned along her back. Ruby had a grip on both of Blake's legs and a glowering look on her face. Blake had never found Ruby scary, but she had the body to pull off a death stare now, making her rub her shoulders uncomfortably into her bed sheets. 

"It'd never work. We flirted for ages, and it never happened."

"Yeah, because she's nervous! She thinks you're too good for her." 

Blake scoffed. "What? Me? Have you seen her?"

"Yes! She's incredible but still thinks you're too much for her. Promise," Ruby crossed her heart. 

Blake really wished she wouldn't. Ruby had a dress that made Blake feel even more plain, a gorgeous red number that stopped right at her chest, a large square cut out above the curve of Ruby's chest to show off skin. The straps over her shoulders had thin gossamer lace hanging off the sleeves, decorated with silver roses patterns and the thighs had the same, all showing off Ruby's body in a way that made Blake hot under the collar. She dreaded seeing what they'd put Yang in. 

Ruby pressed her breasts together and grinned at her, rolling her chest in her hand. 

"You like these? Yang's are way bigger. You know you want to get out there and claim them."

"Worst Team Leader ever," Blake said, but she was smiling. It was hard to stay mad at anyone with tits that good. 

"Find one who'd do this for you, and maybe I'll accept second best! Now no more complaining. " Ruby swirled a finger, golden power trailing after it. "I'll help a little with the dress, but you got to do the rest."

"Fine. " Blake kicked her legs over the end of the bed, offering out an arm. "You put me in something ugly, and I'm putting you through a wall."

"See? You and Yang think so alike" Ruby tapped Blake's arm, and the Faunus gasped as her clothes melted away. Before she could even pull back to cover herself, liquid black rolled out of Ruby's fingertips and over Blake's skin, a soothing cool to it all as it flowed down to her arms and legs and formed long black silk gloves and tight fitting leather thigh-high boots, the openings trimmed with gold. The dress was the same sleeveless style as Ruby's, but instead of straps, it wrapped around her neck like a collar, flowing down her sides to emphasize her chest, which, until today, Blake had never thought of as small. The extra emphasis the curve-hugging dress gave was appreciated, and the thigh gap was just the right length to draw eyes. 

It was drawing Ruby's right now, Blake flexing her leg out and kicking Ruby's thigh. 

"Enjoying your show?" Blake teased. "Not many have seen me naked, you know?"

"Yang's so lucky," Ruby said, still unable to look away from Blake's thighs. 

"You're a terror, Ruby Rose. Wish me luck."

"I can do better than that," Ruby reached into her cleavage, drawing out a tiny golden key. "This is better than good luck."

"That's probably still warm. I'm not taking that."

"What?" Ruby stared at it. "But it's important! I kept it safe. You'll need it!"

Blake leaned up to knock a fist on Ruby's head and took the key. 

"I trust you, even if this sounds very suspicious. If this is a joke, I'll show you the well we have outside. You can get a really good look at the bottom."

Ruby shifted her gaze to Blake's rear, the dress hugging just as well as it did her chest. "I promise it isn't. I'm not stupid. See-"

"Disagree. You are a lovely fool a lot of the time."

"Not stupid! See you soon."

With that, Ruby vanished, leaving Blake alone to gather her courage. She had a very flattering dress and a weird key, and she'd tried to get Yang with less.

-----

When she finally entered the main hall, the crowd hushed to look at her, and Blake could feel her cheeks burning. She then debated leaving a Semblance Clone and returning to her room, only Uriel’s encouraging smile keeping her from flight. There was polite applause. For her! Just wearing a dress! Such things Blake never would have dreamed of happening.

It froze her to the spot, and Uriel moved over to bail her out, joining Blake by the door.

"How does it feel to be beautiful?" Uriel said, putting a head on Blake's back to steady her.

"No idea."

"Oh, don't be so modest. You're breathtaking. Enjoy it."

 Blake didn't have the heart to tell Uriel that she felt anything, but not after all her confidence.

"Go on inside. The people will love you. Especially one, I'm sure," Uriel said.

"This better not all be a setup to get me a date!" Blake hissed, trying to give people smiles as Uriel steered her through the crowd. Uriel had a backless dress that showed off her tanned and well defined back, which meant a trail of gazes was following them. Or at least primarily because of that, Blake still wasn't ready to admit she was getting her fair share of her own. 

"Well, I better not tell you that." Uriel laughed. "Muria said that she would have everything ready for you in the penthouse. You just need to get her up there."

"Things? What things?" Blake was stumbling now, Uriel’s pressing hand unable to entirely compensate for her limbs freezing up with shock. "Oh, you didn't!"

"Only the best for you, Blake, we've enjoyed hosting you, but I know you'll be going with your friends. The least I can do is leave you with a night to remember."

"Terrors," Blake huffed. "At least enjoy yourself."

"Oh, your white-haired friend is exciting," Uriel said, glancing at Weiss, who was wearing a snow white dress trimmed with ice blue feathering that seemed to highlight her graceful curves. The pale haired beauty was busy animatedly talking with Nick and Muria while delicately grasping a glass of sparkling wine, the very picture of an intrigued prima donna. "I think I'll enjoy myself quite a bit tonight."

"Weiss? Never, she's too cold."

"A challenge? Well, now I'm just even more interested." Uriel laughed, "Perhaps I'll get to see if white hair is a sign of quality from your world too."

Poor Weiss, she didn't know what was coming her way. Blake's mind was racing, thinking of something to say or do to save her friend from getting rolled into bed by her voracious adopted family.

But all she could think of was a certain blonde, and when she came into view, her mind raged at the sight of her. 

That rascal Ruby Rose! That absolute terror. She'd picked matching dresses for them, Yang's Gold with Silver trim to her Black with Gold, except Yang had a whole lot more curves to fill out. Blake looked sleek and sexy, and Yang looked like a conquering Amazonian Queen. Uriel pushed her in the direction of Yang like she was a grenade with the pin missing and swerved off towards the waiting Weiss. Blake's strangled call didn't summon her back.  

So she had to stand there, staring up at Yang and then even higher once she'd had her fill of those massive breasts and was ready for those dazzling purple eyes she'd often dreamily stared into, hopelessly trying to knock her clear interest into that dense brain.  

"Hi," Blake said, lamely forcing out a single word through sheer willpower.

Yang grinned. "Hey, babe."

"You look..." Blake started, unable to come up with anything more than 'amazing.'

"Like a goddess." Yang finished, closing the gap between them.

Blake wanted to melt away. Yang's chest was achingly close to her face. But she forced herself to stay put, her hands curling around Yang's waist to hold the taller girl off. It was all happening so dizzyingly quick that it felt like a dream. 

"Dance?" Yang said, rolling her hands around Blake's hip in return. The press of her palms on Blake's side made her legs feel weak just to be in the presence of Yang. It really felt like being in the presence of a goddess. Unworthy and uninteresting next to someone so buoyant and full of life. 

"What?" Blake asked, confused.

"Let's dance," Yang said, pulling her closer by the hips, and they both stepped out onto the floor. Yang took gentle, slow steps as she held Blake to her body.

"I..." Blake tried again, "We...I..."

"Caught you staring earlier," Yang said, guiding Blake with her as she moved her feet. 

"You're nice to stare at," Blake mumbled, feeling her cheeks flush red hot.

Blake didn't know the steps. She didn't know what her feet were doing at all. She could feel Yang's abs through the silk of her dress; they were so firm it seemed unreal. Everything about this was mythical. She was dancing with Yang! So close and so quickly! 

"Why, thank you. But you should know by now that I'm always nice to look at." Yang smirked. Blake wanted to sink into the floor, her face burning bright crimson.

"I didn't mean-"

"Shhh," Yang hushed, hugging Blake closer, so her face was pressed into that enormous chest. The soft press of breasts against Blake's face stole her breath right away. This clinched it. She'd died and gone to heaven. 

 "Just relax. Let me lead. If I move too fast, just stop and wait for me to catch up."

Blake laughed into Yang's chest, her grip tightening. It was nice to be cared for like this. It gave her a little confidence it'll be okay.

"Waiting for you to catch up takes a really long time," she teased back, hesitant but hopeful.

"I know," Yang said, "All those dates you took me on, and I never even noticed what was happening. I missed out on a lot."

"Yeah, you did. Some amazing underwear you never got to see." 

Yang's eyes widened at that. "Seriously?"

Blake nodded, blushing furiously into Yang's chest.

"Well, you can show them to me later," Yang said, leaning in and kissing Blake's cheek. A delicious tingle shot down Blake's spine. Yang's lips were just as warm and soft as she'd imagined. 

"And you'll let me?" Blake asked, surprised.

"Absolutely," Yang said, letting go and stepping back. Blake tried to keep up with her. Yang was moving so smoothly that it was hard not to stumble.

Blake spotted Ruby across the room, standing beside the dance floor, light shining off the muscle of her arms as she spun to the music. Every movement she made was smooth and elegant, the dress's fabric sliding effortlessly along her curves. She seemed a completely different person from the Ruby they'd all known. 

She was beautiful.

Her face shone with an inner glow, a radiance that lit the room brighter than the sun pouring in from outside the grand hall's windows. Ruby's spiky hair was swept back, shining with a million tiny sparkles that danced in the light.

"What really happened to you all?" Blake said, leaning into Yang and enjoying the smell of her up so close. The feel of her muscles excited her, they were more than enough to pin Blake to the wall, and she wanted to try that. The soft squish of her breasts was perfect for kneading into. Everything about Yang was intoxicatingly wonderful, and Blake really wanted to indulge.

"I wish we had a few hours together. I'd tell you everything." Yang replied. "If I give you a short explanation, your head would probably explode."

"Head explosions. So sexy," Blake teased, tapping her hand on Yang's stomach. "You sure know how to charm them."

"Charmed you, wasn't even trying," Yang grinned, picking Blake up off the ground with one sweep of her arms, holding her to her chest as she leaned in to rub foreheads together.

"I can change my mind, you know?" Blake said, legs dangling in the air as every part of her screamed with excitement. So strong, so effortless! She was so wet right now that dripping all over the dance floor was becoming a genuine concern.

"Then I best make sure you don't," Yang grinned. "Want to find somewhere private?"

"Penthouse," Blake said in a rush, remembering what Uriel had said about things waiting for her. "I'll lead. You go quick? Not sure I can wait."

Yang carried her the whole way there, and Blake enjoyed every hurried step. 

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The top room of the mansion was a place to enjoy the true lap of luxury. Blake hadn't come up here much since it was usually where visitors got taken for the Trio to get their brains railed out. She'd not really wanted to get in the way of that. Plush leather sofas, fluted wine glasses, a roaring open fire, and thick shag rugs that looked comfier than many beds Blake had slept on. Even in her fancy dress, she felt out of place here, but Yang treated it like any other thing, as set dressing for the show that was herself. So she'd strode in confident, dropped herself down on the sofa, and got Blake comfy in her lap. 

Sitting in that lap was bringing up a lot of questions for Blake quickly, but Yang was moving even quicker. Their lips met and Yang led her in a slow kiss that transformed into a deep, ravenous one. Yang's tongue teased its way into her mouth, playing with hers until Blake's knees went weak, and she melted into Yang's embrace. Blake's hands roamed over Yang's body, feeling the firmness hidden in her chest if you dug your fingers deep enough into the pliable flesh, running her hands through those impossibly thick locks of blonde hair, tracing every curve of Yang's body.

Yang returned the favor. Blake's hair had grown out again in their time apart and Yang seemed quite fond of twirling it around her fingers, before tugging on it to pull Blake's head back and expose her neck.

"Ah!" Blake gasped, her hips pressed down onto Yang's lap. There was something hard there, not just the hardness of flesh but metal, and rubbing her hips against it didn't help her trace out the shape. But it certainly fired Yang up. She was growling hungrily as she grasped the collar of Blake's dress to lift it up.

Blake squealed, embarrassed at being exposed when Yang still hadn't taken off a stitch of clothing, but she found the strength to wiggle out of the fabric, lacy black underwear, all she had on underneath the tight-fitting dress. 

"So hot." Yang trailed a finger down Blake's body, drawing a burning line that made Blake squirm in anticipation. "I don't deserve something this good."

"Oh, shut up. " Blake put a hand over Yang's trailing finger and brought it up to her mouth, kissing the fingertip as she kept a lock on Yang's eyes. 

Watching the excitement build in them as she rolled her lips over the digit and curled her tongue around its length, tasting the saltiness of sweat and arousal. Even a single finger from Yang felt big for Blake, but all it'd taken was a little attention, and Yang was frozen with anticipation of what Blake would do next. Having that kind of control over someone as strong as Yang felt good, and she didn't want to surrender it back, so she kept going.

She sucked the finger into her mouth, drawing it deeper, nibbling along the pad, and licking the tip playfully. Yang groaned, fingers gripping the armrests of the couch tightly as she tried to hold back. Her hips rocked in Blake's lap, and Blake could feel the pressure building between them. No more waiting. She had to know what was going on. It was a beautiful dress Yang had on, but Blake couldn't wait to worm her out of it, so she grabbed the front of it with one hand and pressed into Yang's chest firmly with the other, pinning it in place. The fabric was tough, but Blake hadn't been idle in her time in the mansion and all those lifting chores had given her at least enough muscle to tear a dress in two, the ripping of silk loud as she tugged a tear down Yang's front.

Once the rip had started, it got a lot easier. Both hands into the gap and bodies grinding against each other as Blake tore the dress off Yang, marveling at every inch of flesh she unleashed. The fine toning on Yang's arms, the rippling abs, the smoothness of her skin, and the warmth radiating out. 

Yang was panting heavily as she felt the pressure of her dress rippling over her skin as it got torn to rags, eyes screwed tight shut as Blake ran her hands up the underside of her breasts, enjoying the feel of them spreading to fill her palms and their staggering weight. She felt completely outclassed. They had to be twice the size of her head, more even, and the hard nipples were too tempting to not sink her teeth in.

Yang gave a strangled cry as Blake bit down firmly, making her squirm and rock her hips into Blake's. A splash of something warm bathed over Blake's tongue, rich and creamy. It was a very welcome surprise, and she rolled a hand into the breast as she teased out a little more. Yang was clawing at her back, fingers burning lines over Blake's skin as she let out heated gasps that could well have been screaming if she had a moment to draw a full breath.

"B-Blake!" Yang panted, trying to keep her voice steady despite the desire taking hold of her.

Blake could feel the bulge straining in Yang's pants. It was a thick line over her thigh, hard parts of it teasing at her flesh. As much as she hated to leave her treat go, she popped her lips off the nipple and resumed tearing the dress until it came away and laid Yang completely bare. 

Yang has something extra Blake had been expecting by now. The press against her thigh wasn't exactly subtle, but what she found was far beyond her expectations. Yang was staggeringly well-hung, and the stiff length was straining against a series of golden metal bands. The engorged flesh pressed up against the metal and swelling around it, Blake had worked Yang up enough that her cock's prison was barely holding her and Yang whimpered when she pressed a finger to some of the skin between the gaps. 

"Fuck, Blake. Don't tease!" Yang howled. 

"Tease? Me?" Blake said, pressing another finger to the flesh and walking her fingers up and down the rings. Every press made Yang buck against the sofa, chest bumping against Blake's body as she rocked in place. 

"Blake, Blake. Blake," Yang stuck on repeat as her mind skipped, "Please, I've been waiting so long."

Blake couldn't help but laugh, running her palm around the cold metal rings and giving an experimental squeeze. It wasn't enough to compress them, but even the light touch of her palm between the gaps made Yang dip her head and chew at her own bicep in pent-up frustration.

"I didn't know about all this, throwing a lot at me right now. Why are you even wearing this?"

"Ruby's idea," Yang said, voice muffled by her own flesh. "She wanted to wrap me up for you"

"Ah, so this is what that key is for," Blake said, drawing the small golden key out of cleavage. It'd been the only available place she could put it and Yang looked at it like it was salvation itself. 

"Blake..."

"You," Blake said, running the gold key along Yang's cock, the rings chiming as they bounced off the metal. "Have a lot you should have explained. I think you owe me for all these surprises"

"I'm going to fuck you senseless babe," Yang gasped, every chime a thrill that made her cock swell painfully against the metal. "I'm going to throw you against everything in this room and break it. Make up for all the lost time and then some, promise. Promise"

She sounded so desperate and needy. It sent a thrill through Blake. To have Yang under her begging like this.

"Blake, goodness," a new voice called, and she whipped her head around, hands coming up to cover her chest. 

It was Uriel, with Weiss hanging off one arm and Ruby on the other, the pair leaning their heads dreamily on Uriel's shoulders. Their dresses were mussed up and Uriel had Weiss' blue lipstick trailing all along her neck. Uriel was leering at her like she'd just won several bets.

"This isn't what it looks like!" Blake said in a rush. 

"Really, Blake?" Weiss smiled, "Do explain, I'll enjoy this."

"I... uh... we..." Blake fumbled.

"I'm going to fuck her so hard she'll need crutches," Yang said, pulling Blake's hands away from her chest and replacing them with her own. Squeezing down so firmly, Blake's toes curled and a high-pitched groan rolled right out of her throat.

"It's about time," Ruby laughed, "She's passed up every chance here waiting for you. I'd have tied the pair of you together if she delayed it any longer."

"It will be good to see Yang stop pining about it," Weiss nodded, running a hand over Uriel's arm. "It has been nice learning to indulge ourselves a little more."

"A little Weiss?" Yang said, squeezing Blake back onto her chest, the cat girl kicked her legs as they bumped her ass along the ridges of the chastity rings. "I'm making a night of this."

"Then don't forget the present Muria left you," Blake, Uriel said tipping her hand to a neat cloth-wrapped package resting up by the side of the sofa. In the rush to get at Yang, Blake had completely forgotten about it. 

"Thank you, please go away forever!" Blake said, trying to hide her blushing face. 

"Actually," Ruby said, giving Uriel's ass a slap. "You and Weiss go enjoy each other. I'm going to sit in on this, make sure Yang doesn't make a mess of things."

"Won't stop me making a mess of this whole place," Yang rubbed a hand down Blake's stomach and dipped it between her thighs. Blake clamped her thighs down on the hand before everyone could see her pussy, but it just meant she ended up driving two of Yang's fingers into herself and the thickness of them hit spots of her she'd not scratched for a very long time. She couldn't help but moan.

"Mm, yes!" Yang said, sliding her fingers along Blake's walls, using her strength to really press the tips into the sensitive flesh. "That's what I want to hear."

"Yang!" Blake gasped, struggling to hide as her legs fought with her to part themselves.

"Hush! I'm fucking you silly and it's going to be good!"

"I see things are well in hand," Weiss said, tugging at Uriel's arm "Come on, I've planned for you and I don't like distractions"

"The stories were true, you really are a princess," Uriel laughed. "Why don't you make me Princess?"

Weiss dragged Uriel away, the fit women's laughs fading as they went off to find a more private room. Ruby rocked on the balls of her feet as she took in the sight of a squirming Blake and the worked-up Yang. 

"So you enjoying my work, Blake?"

Blake tried to answer, but Yang coaxed out a long moan as her fingers rubbed against her walls and made her back arch. 

"She's teasing me about it," Yang said as she pumped her fingers into Blake's pussy, "Won't unlock it"

"D-don't deserve it" Blake mewled, rolling her head on Yang's arm, her long hair fluttering over the thick muscle. "Said Ruby put it there b- Fuck! Yang, you're good with those fingers."

Yang grinned as Blake collected her thoughts, chewing on her bottom lip. 

"Ruby, you put those rings there? What have you been up to?" Blake says in a rush, grabbing Yang's wrist and pulling her fingers out of her pussy with a gasp. "No more talking around it."

Ruby came over to the sofa, sitting on the arm as she grabbed Uriel's package, unwrapping it in her lap as her legs kicked. Blake was shocked at how casual she was about getting close to the naked pair, so unlike the Ruby she knew. 

"I've been fucking Yang," Ruby said as she tossed the ribbon aside and worked her thumb into the gap in the wrapper, carving it open. "Quite a lot. She's got a really nice butt and I've been enjoying bouncing her in my lap."

Blake stared at her like she'd announced she had reached up to the sky and taken a bite out of the moon. 

"She's been saving my pussy and my cock for you," Yang said, giving Blake a kiss on the cheek. It woke her out of her shock, enough for her to give Yang some truly withering side-eye. 

"Saving it? While you've been getting your ass pounded? By... by ..." Blake just reached out to grab Ruby by the crotch, giving a squeeze that made the woman yelp as Blake's fingers closed around another impressively hard length. "Oh! Both of you, I see."

"Trust me, it was way more torture than it sounds."

"Oh, I'm sure you hated it," Blake scoffed. "You are in so much trouble"

"Well!" Ruby discarded the wrapping paper and unfolded Blake's present. "I think she can make it up to you right now. This is really something."

Muria had outdone herself, entirely unasked, once again. The purple-tinted leather of a bodysuit hung down from Ruby's hands, a cowl at the back of it, and some kind of thick gloves at the wrists. 

"I... uh..." Blake blushed, Muria really did have a knack for picking out Blake's fantasies from the smallest scraps of information. Or perhaps she'd just noticed how much Blake liked to stare at women in tight fighting bodysuits. 

"Yang stand up, we're putting this on"

"What?" Yang looked up from kissing Blake's cheeks, shocked, "No, you have to let me out of this thing!"

Blake flicked one of the golden rings binding her cock and Yang jolted as the sensation rocked through her spine. 

"I tried to get you to bed for months and Ruby manages it almost by accident? No way, you are in so much trouble."

Yang stumbled trying to argue but as she squeezed onto Blake, the Faunus burst apart into one of her air thin shadow clones. Blake had ported right atop the couch, one foot on Yang's back as she gave her a kick to stumble her down onto the ground, Yang crashing onto the shag matting with a thud. 

"Blake!" she hissed, "I'm hard right now!"

"Oh! Shit, I didn't even think of that. " Blake hopped down onto the sofa cushions, nervously fussing her hands. "Uh, does it hurt to land on it hard?"

"It's not great," Yang said through clenched teeth. 

"Then let's take your mind off it," Ruby said, sliding off the sofa's armrest and leaning down to hold the bodysuit out to Yang. It was probably going to be tough, wriggling fit to even get it on, but Blake got to see Ruby cheat once more, golden light pouring out of her hands flecked with swirling lines of silver that encompassed Yang's body. The suit flowed into it and then right over Yang, just like Blake's dress had from earlier, squeezing her into the tight fit. 

With it on her, some details were a bit more obvious now. The cowl had kitten ears on them and a band with thick strips of leather that could act as a muzzle. The thick gloves actually had caught on them for some kind of locking mechanism. Ruby seemed to know what to do, so she just got to enjoy watching Yang writhe around the carpet as her arms were brought around under her chest before the gloves locked together, keeping her arms secure. 

Rolling Yang over, they could see the line of her cock and the bumps of the cage through the leather. An obscenely enormous length stretched along her stomach. The cat ears were a little cute, Muria had maybe overdone it with those, but the way the whole thing wrapped Yang's curves up was a treat for the eyes. Her muscles might be impressive even wrapped up like this, but her curves were more so, with wide flaring hips and a massive chest that strained against the leather. 

"Muria should have wrapped this up as a present, you seem way more interested in it," Ruby teased. 

"She just looks so ... " began Blake as she just drifted to look at the bundled-up Yang, all that power in a suit that creaked just from trying to keep her curves contained. 

"Yeah, it's a nice look. What do you think, Yang?" Ruby said.

"MMMMM!" The muzzle didn't really let her talk so well. 

"She loves it." Ruby nodded.

"MMMMMMMM!"

"So what are you going to do with her, Blake?" Ruby asked, ignoring Yang's furious, muffled calls. 

"Well, uh, honestly, I wasn't sure I'd ever get this far. Can you let me go down on her? I want to work her up some."

"Oh, I can do way better than that!" Ruby said, stretching more of that golden power between her fingers. She formed a cat's cradle out of it, biting her lip as she concentrated, and then cast it out like a net to catch Blake's hips. 

Bright golden light flowed over Blake's hips and the feeling of it rolling over her pussy lips and balling up at the entrance made Blake's heart race. The energy had such an intense, refreshing feeling, washing away all the exhaustion she'd built up thus far and firing up her nerves. Energy poured into her and she wanted to move, legs bouncing as she let the power do its work. 

The light disperses and Blake is left staring at a cock that'd somehow glued itself to her front. It suited her skin color, so much so it was hard to even see the seam where it rested against her, fizzling power holding it tight. It was large too, easily a match for Yang's and what she'd guessed from her quick feel of Ruby's. Seems she'd be getting an even playing field at least. 

Yang was looking at it hungrily, settling back onto the carpet since her arms were out of action. Her legs weren't though, and she brought up a foot to hook Blake's thigh and pull her in closer, Blake's breath catching as she felt the toy bob and tease at the entrance to her pussy. Even that slight tugging was an electric thrill. Using it was going to be a real challenge. 

"Suits, cute," Ruby said, "But I can improve on it for right now. "  

The purple leather creaked as Ruby sat and pressed her fingers to the suit seams, just using raw strength to snap some of the stitching and begin peeling sections of it off Blake. She went for the chest first, which Blake was more than fine with as those milk-filled behemoths were exposed to the air, bouncing as Ruby gave them a playful slap. Yang moaned right into her muzzle as Ruby moved down to her legs and did the same with Yang's crotch. 

The leather still trapped Yang's dick, pressing it against her stomach, but there was enough of a gap for Blake to see Yang's pussy, already dripping wet and so very inviting. She stepped up as Ruby stood back, stretching to wiggle out of her dress. 

Blake didn't care to watch, right now she only had eyes for Yang and with one hand she lined up her new girthy toy with Yang's pussy, pressing its head against the wet opening and feeling it press right back onto her, teasing her own opening. She wasn't about to quit now, grabbing around Yang's thighs for support. They were heavy and like everything about Yang bigger than she could really handle, but the squeeze she felt against her torso as Yang clamped those thighs down felt good. 

"You were going to do this to me?" Blake teased, rolling her hips to grind the toy's head against Yang's opening, stretching it apart achingly slow. "Fuck me into the ground"

Some furious nodding from Yang, cat ears on the hood bobbling cutely as she shook it. The outline of Yang's cock in the leather stretched so taut Blake wouldn't be surprised if she burst right out of it soon. Blake tried a thrust, and it wasn't easy. Yang's pussy might be sopping wet but it was also tight as hell and it did not accept her toy so easily. More of it got pressed back into Blake from the pressure. The smooth material it was made of had very little flex to it, and it stretched her out with just as much difficulty. 

Sweating as she tried to work either end in, Blake experimented with a stroking pace that had Yang's back rubbing against the rug with a loud scratching noise as Blake really worked the very first few inches of Yang's pussy. 

There was something to knock about in there and, curiously, Blake stuck a thumb in to join the cock and check. Some kind of rose-gold metal ornament? Just touching set Yang off, the muzzled moans building in pitch so Blake didn't stop, teasing over the clit piercing as she kept hammering her hips to drive herself deeper. It wasn't working, but what little she'd done felt heavenly anyway as the pair's walls were pressed by the double-ended toy, their shared enthusiasm working each other up to a nicely moaning pace. Every thrust made Yang's exposed chest bounce and Blake was loving the sound of them slapping Yang's stomach. Once she'd rocked Yang enough, they really got to bouncing.

Ruby was naked when she strode back into Blake's view and some of Blake's anger at Yang sleeping with her first faded. Who wouldn't? Ruby was a complete knockout, the body of a toned fighter with a stiff cock that made Blake's eyes water and hips ache just looking at it. Yang had just the same, but the rings had made it look a little less threatening but unadorned. They were really fucking big and Blake wasn't sure they'd even fit in her. The toy Ruby had given her was having enough difficulty and it wasn't even as large.  

"Honestly," Ruby said as she saw Blake grinding away, only a few inches of progress made with a toy that had plenty more to give. "Without me, you two wouldn't get anything done."

She got her arms under Yang's armpits and lifted her up to a sit and then with an impressively mighty squat; she raised Yang up into her arms. The weight of Yang suddenly rested partly on Blake and she stumbled back, Ruby keeping pace as they wheelbarrow walked Yang over to the sofa, Blake falling back into it with a grunt. Then, looking up with wide eyes as a shadow blotted out the room's light. Ruby was lifting Yang up onto her, and the giant woman was a wrecking ball that'd surely descend and obliterate Blake entirely.

"Wait!" Blake screamed, but she couldn't escape it. There was nothing to do but let Yang come crashing down on her hips with a meaty slap. The toy between them got pressed deep into both and as it rippled along their walls and stretched them out, it brought with it waves of sudden pleasure that made Blake's mind fog. She crushed her head forward, grasping onto the firm leather of Yang's suit for support, and found herself fully immersed in Yang's chest, the softness of it pressing onto her head from all sides. 

Yang didn't let the moment go to waste, her thighs held Blake tightly in place as she rocked her hips with powerful bouncing thrusts, the insides of her thighs brushing against Blake's ass each time Yang moved. The friction sent shivers through Blake, the wet warmth of Yang's pussy sliding around the toy dripped down onto her and made Blake shudder. Yang kept rocking until Blake was half dazed with pleasure and then with a growl she pushed herself up and Blake fell back, the toy firmly buried in her from Yang's pumping hips. 

All that thumping had charged up Yang's semblance and her eyes glowed red as she stared down at Blake, her bound arms creaking as metal pins popped and tore apart until she got her arms free and reached down to just tear her cock free, the heavy length slapping down between Blake's breasts, the gold rings circles of cold against the blazing warmth of that huge throbbing piece meat. 

Yang ripped off her muzzle with one flex of her arms muscles and dropped her face an inch from Blake's old, still panting from the exertion of bouncing and Gold eyes wild with lust. "Unlock me. Right now!"

Blake was blushing so badly from the assertive display she couldn't have remembered where she put the key if she tried. Just staring up at Blake wide-eyed like she'd lit a fuse and had nowhere to run to avoid the explosion. Yang got a grip of Ruby's toy, buried deep in Blake's pussy, and dragged it out with exquisite slowness. Every ripple of the toy's head over her pussy's walls, made Blake moan and writhe against the immovable wall of muscle and tits that was Yang. 

"Blake, where's the key?" she said, voice a hungry growl. "This toy isn't worth your time. I am going to show you what a real cock can do."

Blake scrambled about with her hands over the sofa and the relief that poured over her when Ruby put the key in her hand was palpable. She'd kiss the shit out of that not-so-little minx when she got a chance. Fingers shaking as Blake fumbled for the metal bands, her heart pounded in anticipation of Yang's release. Finding the small keyhole buried in a metal band at the very base of Yang's cock she turned the key and Yang's eyes gleamed bright as it snapped free, her cock surging out now it was finally free of its prison and slipping right between Blake's breasts. It was hot against her skin, slick with sweat, and the most breathtaking thing Blake had ever seen.

"Finally!" Yang rocked her hips, the girthy cock sliding between Blake's breasts, not nearly big enough to fully stroke it even as Yang pressed them together to sandwich her cock between them. "Waited for so long for this. You will never forget this."

Blake already couldn't. Tonight had been so wild she was still feeling the aftershocks from the toy and it had only been a taste of what was to come.

Yang's fingers dug into Blake's shoulders, pulling her closer, and Yang rocked her hips. The tip of Yang's cock was thumping against Blake's throat as Yang rolled it through her chest and Blake kissed Yang's abs as she worked off a little stress. Maybe they had been a little hard on her. 

Ruby was standing back, watching the show as Yang looked down at Blake with those swirling scarlet eyes, her Semblance's power taking its sweet time to fade.

"You know I love you, right?" Yang asked.

It felt like a trap, but Blake nodded anyway and Yang smiled softly before leaning down to press her lips against hers again. Blake melted into the kiss, tasting Yang's tongue and trying to keep her balance while Yang pulled her close. Her legs were spread wide, but Yang spread them even wider with her hips alone. She was such a little thing compared to her, and the weight of Blake's cock rolling over her belly gave her butterflies. She was going to be broken on this cock and she couldn't wait. 

Yang's cock was already wet from all the sweat of the suit, but Blake's juices made it even easier for Yang to press that thick head up to her opening, and the first few inches slid inside with no resistance.

Blake groaned as Yang's cock filled her completely, stretching and pushing at every angle. There was no way Yang could fit over three or four more inches into her body, maybe five at best, but Blake was determined to see how much she could take. Blake wrapped her arms around Yang's neck, holding tight as she lifted her legs and hooked them behind Yang's knees, leaving her open to Yang's full range of motion. Yang's hips started moving faster, fucking Blake slowly but surely deeper and harder. 

With her legs locked up, Yang had to pull Blake out of the sofa, pressing her chest against Blake's as she lifted Blake up with pure strength and fucked her in mid-air. The blonde bit down gently on Blake's neck, nibbling at the sensitive flesh and causing Blake to gasp and push her hips back against the pounding cock. It spurred Yang on and her bites were leaving red marks behind that would last for days. It wasn't fair. Yang knew exactly how to please her lover and Blake was helpless to resist it!

The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed throughout the room. Blake was moaning louder and louder by the second, her breath coming in gasps and sharp pants. She was getting close. There was just something about being used like this that drove her crazy and she didn't want it to stop. Blake pushed herself further onto Yang's thrusts, her body screaming at her as pain and pleasure flooded her every nerve until the blonde's dick hit bottom and their hips finally slammed together with a thunderous clap.

A cry escaped Blake's mouth as an orgasm washed over her, her nails digging into Yang's thighs as she came undone. Yang's pace slowed dramatically as she helped Blake ride out her climax and Blake collapsed forward, breathing heavily against Yang's shoulder. Yang held her steady in her powerful arms, kissing the top of her head and nibbling along her fluttering cat ears. 

"That was amazing," Yang whispered into Blake's ear, "But ready for it to get even better?"

Ruby's hands rolled around Blake, grasping over her sensitive chest and fingers massaging with practiced care. Blake's mind was still hazy from the crushing orgasm. All she could do was coo softly. 

"If Yang had to take me, only fair you do too," Ruby purred into Blake's ear. "I'll make up for it all, just you wait and see."

Blake could barely move, limbs jelly from the pounding she'd received, but with Yang still buried deep in her, Yang lifted her back and pressed her up against Ruby's waiting cock.

Her pussy stretched obscenely around Yang's length as they impaled her upon the other girl's cock, Blake whimpering as she took both cocks in one go. Yang went slow, driving Blake's tight ass down onto Ruby's cock all while making sure not to hurt her. 

Blake couldn't do much crushed between the two powerful women but, mind cracking under the pressure of all this pleasure. Yang watched Blake's face contort with each inch of penetration, the pink blush spreading across her cheeks as she struggled to hold back her ecstatic moans and failed miserably. Yang reached down and grabbed her ankles, lifting her feet up and forcing her down towards Ruby's waist giving Ruby the perfect line to stroke.

Ruby was grunting beneath Blake, the blonde pumping her hips wildly as she tried to bury her cock into Blake's body, and with it came the warm feeling of something even greater, pouring deep into her body. Blake felt her muscles burn and skin fizzle as Creation magic flowed through her, she was already stretched taught from the double penetration fucking she was getting, but she found a way to stretch further. 

Her pussy clamped down even tighter on Yang's cock as change flowed through her and Yang throbbed inside Blake's pussy as the blonde moaned Blake's name. The world seemed to spin around her as Yang exploded inside Blake. The hot cum spilled out of Yang's shaft and coated Blake's insides, filling her up and sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her rapidly changing body.

She felt the two women struggle to take her extra weight as her vision rose out of the blissful confines of Yang's breasts and up until she was almost eye level. Ruby's hands now barely got around her ass, whereas before she'd held it easily. Her breasts had perked up and pushed out, squeezing fruitlessly against Yang's still vastly superior set. She felt like it had given her a second wind and looked down at herself as her head swam from a truly intense orgasm. Taller, and stronger, not so much that her body shape changed, but enough that it would overwhelm anyone looking at her. Yang sure looked overwhelmed, staring like she couldn't believe her luck. 

"Like... like your lioness still?" Blake said, words as scarce as breath right now. 

"Beautiful," Yang said, "But you always were." 

"Damn... damn right" Blake smiled, feeling the heat build above her pussy. 

She probably should have expected it when a cock surged out of her waist, stabbing into Yang's stomach as a heavy set of balls slapped on top of Yang's dick. Ruby hadn't spared her the same treatment as Yang here, an eye-watering length that'd make any woman lip her lips. Yang certainly was. She gasped as the magic started to fade and her clit sparked with a spike of pain. Something metallic clipping in there. Her belly button also prickled with pain as the golden glow formed into a gold bar piercing, a Black Onyx gemstone shining on the end. 

"Piercings?" Blake said, touching it with her finger. 

"Ruby likes to use them as her signature," Yang shrugs before nodding towards Blake's belly button, "It looks like she thought of us with that one though." 

"Like this ass more, but I do like them," Ruby grins, pressing her chest to Blake's back. "Want to try out your new cock on Yang? I think you could get her back properly now. Or want to go a few more rounds with us first?"

Blake grinned and rolled her shoulders back into Ruby, "I think I have a better idea for revenge now. Oh, yes."

Ruby raised an eyebrow and then Ruby and Yang both yelped as Blake disappeared from between them, the two of them crashing together as her shadow clone faded away. They barely had a moment to try to untangle before a pair of arms got Ruby from behind and a second pair around Yang. 

"I do like the upgrade," the pair of Blakes said, perfect twins and voices lilted as Blake and her powered Clone rubbed their hands over Ruby and Yang's bodies. "Usually this exhausts me, but I feel like I could go a few rounds as a warm-up now!"

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It was a good few hours before Blake left the room to go shower leaving behind what she considered a job well done. She had kept adding clones to the mix until she'd been able to fuck every hole on offer and then finished with a shadow clone mob poised at the edge of climax. Back in the room, Ruby and Yang were left breathless, barely able to move, and painted whiter than Weiss’ hair as the last of Blake's clones dissipated into puffs of smoky shadow.