Yang laid blow after blow into her punching bag, wailing on it with all her considerable strength. It wasn't for nothing that people didn't screw with Yang Xiao Long; she was a powerhouse. Strength, stamina, not to mention drop-dead gorgeous good looks – she had it all. She couldn't really deny that it made her smile to think about how almost all the girls in the school wanted to be her, and all the guys wanted her – not that she could blame them. She came to the gym every day as much for her adoring public as for herself – didn't hurt to strut her stuff while she trained, right? Short shorts and a tube top were all she really needed to beat the hell out of a punching bag; who really needed a bra?
Let em look~
Today though, she was slightly disappointed; the gym was completely deserted. Maybe it was because so many of the students and faculty were out in Vale enjoying the Vytal Festival, but in any case, they weren't there to fantasize about her, which kinda took some of the fun out of working out. Still she pressed on, letting her mind wander as she kept striking the bag. Maybe she felt a little guilty for leaving Ruby with all of Port's boxes, but she knew the way Port looked at her, and Professor Port was one of the few people Yang would rather not think about imagining her naked. She figured Blake and Weiss had had similar thoughts – plus their own routines to think about – Weiss did love to take long baths and Blake was all about her books… though Blake had been acting a little weird all day… So lost in thought was she as she continued to pummel her punching bag that Yang failed to notice tentacles slithering out of the duct work above her, slowly reaching down toward her…
When she paused for a breather Yang turned away from the direction of the ducts and leaned her back against the bag, letting her arms fall to her sides, "Phew… I think that's probably enough of a working over for now…" It might have been true for the punching bag, but the Brawler's own 'working over' was only just about to begin.
The first two tentacles swiftly wrapped about her wrists all at once, and abruptly yanked her arms up and back, lifting the startled blonde from the floor and wrapping her arms about the punching bag even as her front faced away. Next, her kicking and dangling legs were subdued, bound at the ankles and likewise drawn back by the tendrils to cling about the punching bag. Yang couldn't believe it; she was pinned – though that particular incredulity did not linger long on her mind as she felt something slithering up her thigh, causing her legs to tremble. "W-what the hell?" She gaped, trying to look, but her position was such that she couldn't see down past her own breasts. All she could do was feel as the slimy probe moved up the leg of her shorts…
'Oh god!" Yang gasped as it brushed over the space between her legs. She hadn't come to the gym wearing panties either… "Aaahhh!" She let out a moan and her fist clenched as the slimy extrusion entered her. It felt so wrong and yet so right as the thing explored her insides. She wasn't a virgin – not with a body like hers – but she'd never had anybody this deep inside her, and it felt-
Yang shook her head, Get it together Xiao Long!
Fighting back to her senses, Yang tried to pull her arms and legs free, and she could have sworn that she felt her right arm slide a little bit free, but then the tendrils that held her in place tightened, and that was the end of that. Yang shivered as she felt more tentacles slithering under her arms, and she reflexively pulled her face away when she saw for the first time two of the glistening black tentacles which bound her, slithering over her breasts. Irrespective of the blonde's disgust, the appendages dove down into her ample cleavage, displacing her skintight tube top as they went and causing her sumptuous melons to spill free of her top.
Meanwhile, another slimy tendril slid over her stomach and reached down into her shorts until it poked back out of the leg, and with a violent jerk, it ripped the front of her shorts open, exposing her dripping pussy. Thus exposed, Yang's entire body convulsed as the second tendril penetrated her vagina, and her breasts jiggled, slapping loudly against the bare skin of her chest before the tentacles which had revealed her heaving mammaries coiled around them and squeezed. First the left breast, then the right was tightly constricted and then relaxed in turn, like she was some kind of dairy cow. A comparison made all the more apt when the malleable ends of the tentacles suckled onto her nipples, stiff pink circles at her peaks, and tugged in alternating turns. It felt so good that she almost wished she was a cow… A-Agh! YES! Milk me!
Suddenly, she was pulled away from the punching bag and her arms were raised over her head. As she came to hang directly beneath the vent from which the tentacles had come, the appendages holding her legs pulled up, raising her backside and situating her such that her stomach, breasts, and face all faced the floor. The two tentacles that had been writhing about inside her pussy withdrew suddenly as a ninth, substantially thicker tentacle emerged from the dark vent above and hung between her shaking, but still tightly bound legs. Yang's only warning was the feeling of its girth accidentally brushing up against her thigh as it drew back to strike, before suddenly plunging violently into her quivering pussy. Yang opened her mouth to scream as this latest, huge member claimed her, but was silenced as the two tentacles which had formerly occupied her vagina dove into her open mouth, choking off the cry. Yang twisted and writhed as she felt her folds stretched wider than ever before to accommodate the sheer girth of this new tendril inside her; it was nearly as thick as her upper arm, and it pushed deep inside her – four inches… eight inches… all the way into her womb – it's ribbed length thrusting and undulating all the while until a bulge came down its length from the vent and the huge tendril loosed its payload inside her.
That was more than she could take, and she came. She sprayed her juices all over the tentacle and the floor as it withdrew from her pussy with a loud sucking noise, leaving a mingled stream of Yang's and its own cum to dribble from the trembling blonde's pussy as she was dropped to the floor, head swimming. God did that hurt, but nothing in her entire life had ever felt that good… As she drifted lazily into a sleepy stupor, she dimly rationalized that she could worry about what had happened to her later – maybe when she wasn't still coming down from the experience…
Well then, four makes a set, right? Now, I had originally planned to do Pyrrha next, but I've seen several requests for all of Team RWBY at once, so now I'm on the fence. What do you think for the next chapter? The star of Sanctum academy, or a Team RWBY group-fuck? Rest assured, I do plan to get to pretty much every female character at Beacon, but if there are any you'd like to see sooner rather than later, or any suggestions as to how their 'experience' goes, do feel free to let me know…