Bumblebee's tires screeched against the asphalt of one of Vale's more undesirable streets. The place was like a ghetto after a bombing run. Fortunately, Yang was no stranger to this particular area, or the criminal (or criminally poor) denizens that littered the foul stinking back alleys.

Despite all the graffiti, piles of trash and drum-barrel fires, one place stood out. Immaculate. A neon oasis in a grotty grey desert, The Bella Note. A regular patron, whenever her free time would permit, Yang knew most of the staff, quite intimately, and they in-turn knew much of her. She had decided to swing round for a quick bit of "Stress Relief". But was instantly drawn to a particular interaction, somebody new. Somebody she'd enjoy having her way with. Yang pictured it... her hands roaming all through that short, spiky forest atop his head, then having her large chest pressed up against his larger, more muscular one.

She wandered over to the bar, her half-skirt, and hips, swaying a little bit more than usual, and began talking to Vertie, the Barkeep for the night. She ordered a Strawberry Sunrise and then asked who the new guy was.

"That's Mike Erth, just arrived this week."

She continued her questions. "How big is he? What is he like? Can I have him later?" And Vertie responded in his sleazy, not quite legitimate barman voice.

"First, I have no idea how big he is, just that he has to lower his head whenever he wants to come in the front door." Yang looked to the door, estimating it to be close to 7 feet tall. "Second, If his three most recent patrons are anything to go by, kid has stamina for days. He had 2 of them in a private room for 7 hours, and none of them walked straight after their time was up."

Yang jumped in. "Who were these 'Patrons'?"

"Some floozies from Atlas that flew in to watch the Festival. You know rich girls love the rough stuff better than most. Say, did you ever try getting into the Heiress' Schnee-string?"

Yang looked at him incredulously, "I can't believe you made a dad-level joke in a sex club. Isn't that against your rules or whatever, no stupid corny shit?"

Ignoring the previous comment, he continued. "Thirdly, he's off in 5 minutes, you want him, he's yours. Oh,and don't mind the fact that he's only got his underwear on, still waiting on the custom order shirt and trousers for him."

7 minutes later

After nudging past people to meet 'Mike' she was shocked to find the top of her head only reached his shoulders. When Mike felt eyes on him he turned and lowered his head slightly.

"Blonde, Lilac eyes, boyshorts and two melon halves where your tits should be. You must be Yang."

"How did you..."

"You made an impression on some of the men... and women here. Long story short, you are a notorious lady." The two turned when they heard giggles from a small crowd of female employees.

"20 Lien says it's him." Came one light, wispy voice.

"50 says it's Yang Xiao Large" was heard in a husky, seductive tone.

The blonde brawler spoke up. "What are you betting on?"

Mike sniggered, "They're betting on which one of us fucks the other into a coma, they've been doing that since they noticed you walk in here."

Yang grabbed his arm, "Which room is yours?" He pointed it out to her before she got one last drink in.

The bustiest member of Team RWBY was only in her underwear when Mike returned. "Like what you..." The notorious Yang stopped silent when she saw a bulge in his briefs, close to 8 inches long. She dropped to her knees as clear liquid began spilling from her lips, both sets of them. He wasn't fully hard yet, and he was still the biggest she'd seen.

Crawling forward she freed the small pillar of meat from it's cotton cage and began licking and sucking at it like a wanton whore, or a child with a popsicle. Planting a kiss at his crotch, her tongue began licking a trail up the shaft, circling the tip of his head for nearly a minute then down the other side.

Standing up and removing her own lower confines, which were now more damp patch than anything else, she straddled his length and attempted suffocation by Vale-kissing* all the while making sure that her temporary seat was as wet as she was.

Prying the buxom beauty off of himself, Mike used his large frame to hold Yang off the ground, while he began rubbing his thick rod against the leaking junction betwixt her legs, he swore that he heard Yang moan out.

He leaned in right next to her ear. "I. Want. To. Feel. Those. Delicious. Globes. Around. My. Cock. " emphasising each and every word with a progressively harder tap against the blonde's clit, her pitch getting higher as well. Flipping themselves round and practically throwing Yang onto the table in the middle of the room, his obelisk of flesh quickly found its way between her globes and the thrusting began.

As sweat induced moans and slaps began flying freely from the maws of them both, the blonde leaned forward, locking his acorn sized head and half an inch of his shaft in her mouth, making a wet popping sound every time she had to release it for breathing. Finally, Mike began spurting his seed... as he pulled out of Yang's mouth, leaving her coughing and spluttering. When her eyes had stopped watering enough for her to see clearly, what she saw was that he was still ready for more. Seizing the opportunity, she leapt onto Mike, pushing him to the floor and keeping him there. In his shock, he didn't notice the golden-locked fighter line her maidenhood up with her main desire at the immediate moment. Half-dazed from the fall, she was six inches down on him before he knew what was what.

"I see somebody's enjoying themselves with my body." he quipped. "Do you want to know a couple secrets?" Mike asked.

Yang responded with some kind of affirmation.

"3 things. One, I'm a horse faunus. Two, you are the best lay I've had so far. And Three..." He was cut off by his partner beginning sudden, sharp drops onto Little Mike.

"Hngh! Three, I'm not even fully hard yet. At my biggest, fourteen long, two and a half wide." Yang's eyes began gleaming with delight at that moment.

"Go on then. I can take it." She sighed between panted breaths. With every thrust and proceeding slapping noise, she could feel the mass of flesh within her grow, little by little, until a noticeable bulge began forming just above her precious place.

Eventually, it pressed up against the entry to her womb. Yang turned her now pleasure-filled gaze up towards Mike, who she could tell wasn't holding his load in for much longer. So, she took the first step, using her legs to pull Mike flush against her, just then realising the potential consequences of that action. One thrust later and her mind was too hazy with want, and her passage filling up with seed too much, to care. She spent the next few minutes staring laxly at the ceiling, catching her weighted breaths, as her twins mounds bounced and a small pool of pearl-white goop began to form on the floor between her legs.

The blonde bombshell then sat upright when Mike said he was done for the night, she ran blocking the door with her naked form. "Not until I get one last shot at you."

"Yang..."

"No. You are not leaving until you bury that fucking lance inside me, One. More. Time!"

He looked at her, then his manhood. "Okay, one more time, but after that I'm done." Mike moved forward to claim her pussy again, but a hand against his chest stopped him. The other hand kept a solid, but not tight grip on his dick as she turned to present her rear to him. Mike could tell what she was after. "Yang, the last time I did this, it took three hours before I was small enough to remove."

Undeterred, she pressed is mushroom tip to her asshole. She started hissing as the well lubricated phallus began widening her still-virgin rear to a new width. Her mouth opened at the popping sound when she lost her anal virginity, and began quivering as it slowly started getting deeper and deeper and bigger and bigger. The quivering turned into yelps once she was being pressed flush against his waist for the second duration that night. She began noticing that he was considerably rougher than earlier, she considered asking him about it, that was before her face was pressed against the velvety softness of the carpet, while he began spearing her near vertical body, almost like he was trying to bury her head first. It wasn't long before he released inside her. But that wasn't enough, he grabbed Yang's wrists and tried to make it look like Yang was a motorcycle, and that he was it's rider,she looked down, and swore she could see the shape of him pushing one of her tits while banging her. And he came, again and again. With every release Yang felt her vision get a little blurrier, her mind, a little hazier and the smile of pure pleasure on her face get a little bit wider.

Eventually, after being railed for what seemed like days, she finally,and achingly pulled on her clothes and left, either too tired, pleasure-filled or upset to care that the female staff were all giggling inwardly to themselves as varying quantities of lien were pushed into cleavage space or in waistbands. Only after leaving the club, did the facade that she was actually walking straight drop, her legs seemed to fold in on themselves and wobbled uncontrollably as she tried to mount Bumblebee to ride back to Beacon.

Which is what would have happened, had the vibrations of the engine not pushed her halfway to a mindbreaking orgasm. She thought to herself, "There's no way I'm doing any serious kind of activity tomorrow... but it was so worth it."