-Chapter 1: Greek Yogurt- (Pyrrha and Neo)

Tags: Lesbian, 69

Location: Dorm Room

This is a masquerade party. It's time for the Vytal Festival's school dance, which always happens before the tournament. This year, Beacon Academy is hosting the festival.

Normally, the Vytal dance isn't a masquerade party, but Beacon holds a masquerade dance every year even when it isn't hosting the festival. When Beacon does host, they integrate masquerading into the dance to open the rest of the world to Vale's culture.

The masquerade has become a tradition at Beacon—especially for the female students as sexual empowerment where they leave it all on the table for one night. After that, they leave changed, whether refreshed, relaxed or simply reimagined. The men go through this experience too, but it is often framed in the lens of helping women achieve while taking some of the fun and growth for themselves. As such, women usually go harder than the men do.

First year students are always the most eager to participate—they are the awkward ones looking to break out of shells or bright-eyed ones hoping to see what this stage of schooling is really like. After the first year, some people are turned off, but many stick around every year, hungry for more sexual exploits.

Students from all four schools entered the banquet hall, looking for a night of sex with anyone who catches their eye the right way. They would meet, spend a few minutes dancing and head out.

There are rules, however. Each student must craft their own masquerade mask in secret, and it must cover the entire region of the eyes and the front of the nose. Nobody else may see it until the student arrives wearing it at the hall. Each student must arrive alone no matter how many of their friends are attending. So long as the student is on Beacon grounds, he or she must wear it at all times until the dance ends. If they take it off, even with nobody around, they must no longer participate.

Everyone must be anonymous.

Many people on campus did not wear a mask that night. If they weren't attending the dance, they didn't need to make one. However, the mask hypothetically makes the wearer recognizable only by voice, hair and overall build. This is hypothetical, of course, because everyone made masks around their identity. If you know someone well enough, you can guess what they'd put on their mask.

Ruby used that logic as she walked in and spotted Weiss behind her white and blue mask, her characteristic snowflake resting above her nose. As soon as Nora walked in, she spotted Jaune behind his Pumpkin Pete mask, modified into the shape of everyone else's.

Pyrrha, however, walked in and did not recognize anybody. She saw that most of the attendees were women though.

As she was still in the doorway, a man and woman bumped into her on their way out. It was a woman with a white ponytail and a snowflake on her mask with a man of short, blue hair and what looked to be yellow goggles underneath a red mask.

Pyrrha's mask was a golden plate with wavy black lines very much like her armor. She and many other students made their masks with materials in Beacon's weapon maintenance workshops. Those shops have the materials needed to sharpen, buff, clean and improve any weapons, but it is also handy for any arts and crafts project the students have too.

Pyrrha finally found a familiar face (as true as that can be when everyone is wearing a mask.) "You know," she told him, "there are some people here who have seen what you've got under your armor."

Jaune, wearing his Pumpkin Pete bunny mask, turned around and greeted her. "And there are some people here who do know a voice when they hear it. I'm surprised you came. This didn't really seem like your thing."

"Clearly, you need to get to know me better," Pyrrha said. "Want to dance?"

"I thought you'd never ask." The two were the among the first on the dance floor, and as the night went, it crowded. They could hardly move without bumping into someone, but they were having fun. A slight graze of the shoulder never hurt anybody.

But then Nora charged through Jaune with Ren on her tail. "Guys? What's going on?" Jaune said as he turned and pursued them.

No sooner than Jaune's hands let go of Pyrrha's did someone else grab them. Pyrrha was being pulled off the dance floor. As she hobbled through a sea of bodies, she looked down but could not see who was pulling her. It was someone short—a woman, Pyrrha thought—because her nails were painted pink and brown.

When they arrived at the refreshment tables, Pyrrha finally saw her future fling. About half her size—but just as busty—was a girl in a pink and brown lolita dress held together by metal buttons, each snapped in place up and down the dress. Pyrrha tried to look into her eyes, but her pink, brown and white swirly mask blocked them with a black mesh.

Neo looked up to Pyrrha, still holding her hand, and put her other one on Pyrrha's hip. She raised their connected hands over her head and pushed off of Pyrrha, spinning around in a dancing motion and pulling Pyrrha toward the ballroom exit.

"She's smooth," Pyrrha thought. "Smoother than Jaune, that's for sure." She looked back into the crowd but could not find him. "This dance is the best chance I have of getting through to him, but I guess I'll have to work on that later tonight." Neo got her attention and motioned to the door again. "Oh, you want to…" Neo put a finger to Pyrrha's lips and shook her head 'yes'.

"Oh, no talking. Alright. I guess we're going for true anonymity here." Pyrrha said, "Okay, I have time. Let's help each other out."

They walked out of the banquet hall in silence. Pyrrha looked down at her first fling (who held her hand the entire way there) and didn't know how to read her. She had a poker face, making Pyrrha think the worst could be true. Was she taking Pyrrha to a sex dungeon? Did she have a plan for how to make Pyrrha squirm? Or was she as innocent as Pyrrha, just looking for a fling to get her night started?

"If she were just casually doing it with me, she wouldn't cherry-pick me off the dance floor and usher me right to her room," Pyrrha thought. "What does she want?"

Pyrrha and Neo entered a vacant student hall. Pyrrha recognized that Neo took her to a Mistral student hallway, but she saw nobody in the building on their way there—nobody besides this small, pink and brown, somewhat deviant looking girl. Neo opened the door to her room.

"Nobody's here too," Pyrrha thought. "That's a start. And everything is so clean—sparkling even." Pyrrha noticed another peculiar thing and asked, "It's beautiful, but why is there only one bed? Doesn't your team live here too?"

No response. Just a small girl sitting upright, hands folded, smiling on her bed as if waiting for Pyrrha to start them off.

"This is too good to be true," the taller one thought. "I never thought I'd say that about lesbian sex, but this is already so odd. The way she called on me and led me on, how does that happen in real life? What is she doing? Why does she want me that bad?... I'll just have to go with it. Whatever happens, I'll try to be as good as she is."

That was Pyrrha's goal—to do whatever Neo did as well as Neo did it. But… what was she doing?

"Just so you know," Pyrrha told her, "I know about a lot of different kinds of sex, and they're just not… not me. So whatever you were planning on doing, why don't we keep it more vanilla and not use any instruments to get the other to finish? Just our bodies."

Neo nodded yes. "Good," Pyrrha said. "How about we… y'know…" Pyrrha put her thumbs and index fingers together, and then she switched them so that the thumbs were touching the index fingers instead.

Neo knew she meant a sixty-nine. She cheerily accepted and patted next to her on the bed. Pyrrha sat down. Neo kicked her shoes off, and Pyrrha did the same. Neo then stood up, and in one motion, grabbed her dress near her waist and breasts, tugging outward and undoing the metal buttons that ran the length. Neo gracefully flung it off herself, leaving herself in only her bra and panties.

Pyrrha was taken by surprise. "Ah, I can't do that," she said, blushing. Her dress was built to show her legs on the side, so she did what she could and rode it up until her green panties showed fully. This only tightened her dress above her waist, so her supple chest pressed hard into the fabric. She removed the shoulder straps, completely exposing her green bra while the dress clung faithfully to her abdomen below.

Neo grabbed Pyrrha's hand and pushed her onto the bed, leaning onto her. Reaching back, she undid her bra and let it fall onto Pyrrha. "How is she as big as me?" Pyrrha thought. She touched and caressed Neo's bosom, and every roll, every twist, felt exactly as it would on her but without the pleasure she would get from it.

Neo reached for Pyrrha's bra and unhooked it without resistance. She tossed it aside and began to suck on the tall girl's breasts as Pyrrha continued to play with hers. Her tongue was long. Pyrrha could feel it going as far as the girl's nose as it wrung her nipples. A circle, a tug, then came a suckle after she spat to wet the mounds. Pyrrha's breathing grew frenetic, almost spasmic as Neo shot waves of energy through her, not even having gotten to her lower region yet. She worked Pyrrha hard.

Pyrrha couldn't take it anymore. She removed her panties and guided Neo down there. However, Neo waited. She repositioned herself into the top of the sixty-nine and waited for Pyrrha to begin.

As she lay staring into Neo's wetness, Pyrrha caught her breath and wiped the sweat from her brow. The moist layers were off-putting, but she had a goal. With a finger, she parted Neo's folds and entered with another. Neo's breathing intensified, but she didn't groan or utter any vocals. She was composed, and she responded with a tongue into Pyrrha's lower region. Pyrrha felt the coarse tongue rolling around inside herself, hitting this wall and that, the little taste buds unevenly gliding along. She had so many questions, each of them answered in the bursts of pleasure.

Pyrrha tried to compete. She parted the short girl's folds and, between her high points, dove her tongue and thrashed around carelessly. The longer she worked, the more erratic she got. Neo took note. The more Neo worked her, the more pleasure she herself got out of it.

And ho, was she in control. She inserted a finger into Pyrrha's wetness as she darted her tongue in, as straight and far as she could as if it were a man's tool. "H-oo-uh! Huh-ugghhhh," Pyrrha exclaimed. She tried so hard to keep up with the pink and brown girl. She really did. They battled and batted into each other as fast as they could, but Pyrrha simply couldn't keep up. The sour taste Neo left in her mouth wasn't helping. Women didn't taste as good as she thought.

She toughed through it, wrapped her arms around Neo's legs and stuck her face in, her nose adding to the other girl's pleasure too. However, Neo knew Pyrrha's body so well that the taller huntress came out for air too much and couldn't keep going. She groaned and groaned while Neo was silent, save for her breathing.

It was building inside Pyrrha. In a last push, it came over her as she helplessly waved her tongue around Neo's insides, getting everywhere and nowhere at once. Pyrrha stopped, overcome with her orgasm, and let go of her vice grip on Neo's legs. She rolled over and breathed heavily.

Pyrrha finally came down from her high. She never felt such a rush, so strong she closed her eyes to ride it out. When she opened them, the pink and brown girl was gone.

She never encountered someone as odd as that short girl. She never spoke, and she never seemed to lose her breath. She must have been used to the taste. She railed into Pyrrha without seeming to break a sweat, and when she finished, she was gone. Pyrrha stood up in an empty room with no evidence of the door having opened. Pyrrha tested it. Still locked. She unlocked it, put her dress back on and left. She had to get used to the taste or find a way around it if she was ever going to get as good as the short fighter.

"Who was she?"

This story is my quest to diversify the pool of romance fics by adding pairings that haven't happened enough or at all. And I do mean "at all." Each chapter is one pairing, and none will happen twice, so because there are so many chapters, some obscure pairings will happen along with the more common ones. It was written either when I was procrastinating with schoolwork or at some point after midnight when I couldn't fall asleep.

This story is diverse not only in pairings, but also in the types of relationships and lemon tropes/kinks, so there should be "something for everyone" here.

Some of it is more vanilla, but you'll eventually find role playing, BDSM, shower sex, sleep sex, foodplay, public voyeurism, futanari and more. Some of it will be more heartfelt, some more raunchy and deviant and some that leave the characters themselves questioning what just happened. I'll also be rotating between fairly common pairings and ones made of people almost never seen together or at all. Anything is possible! Even Pyrrha with Neo (as evidenced above.)

Though the chapters are for the sake of said sex, I try to be as three dimensional and grounded with it as possible to work on my writing and style. Each character's story is continuous, but the chapters themselves are mostly disjointed.

There are up to twenty chapters planned currently, many already finished by the time I upload this, but I may do more. They all take place during the Beacon Dance as people run off to seclusion multiple times. I put a lot of effort into making sure there aren't continuity errors, perhaps a bit too much, so that one character will not be having sex in two places at once.

Please review, and if there's an odd pairing you wish there were more fics of, let me know along with any tropes or kinks you'd want to see with them. The only restrictions are to keep things to the students and only those who existed in the show's plot during Volume 3 (This includes tournament competitors, but I will not do OCs). I'll get to the common ships (I promise!), but uncommon pairings make this fun!

Next Chapter: Blake teaches Ruby the basics to get both their nights started.