Milkies
AN: For the sake of full transparency, I'd like to mention that this wasn't originally a Valentine's day special or something like that. Nor was it supposed to come out this year. I wanted to have it finished before new years last year, for the cow meme, but shit happens. Nevertheless, enjoy this really stupid story I concocted that naturally became far longer than originally intended.
In his relatively short life, all things considered, Jaune personally believed that he'd been asked to do a rather exuberant amount of weird things. It happened to everyone, he realized, but the sheer quantity of favors and tasks that were presented to him were far outside what he'd consider the norm. For example, one time when he was still very young, his two oldest sisters asked him to put on a dress and let them put flowers in his hair so that they could see just how, apparently, 'cute' that made him look, and while at the time he hadn't thought anything about it, just wanting to make both of them happy, Jaune definitely considered that to have been a pretty strange request in hindsight,to say the least. Another time, sometime during his mid to late teens, his mom had asked him to go with another one of his sisters to her senior prom, since no one else had asked her. That too was pretty odd, he felt, especially since no one in Noir's class had known that he was her brother. Still, it had been a fun time, for the most part, so he couldn't really complain about it.
When he got to Beacon, Jaune had foolishly believed that the strange requests from his friends and family had come to an end, but that was definitely not the case. The things he'd done for Nora and Pyrrha alone were almost enough to overshadow some of the requests from his childhood, but when he then also factored in team RWBY in the mix, there was no doubt that rather than disappear, the reoccurring event of people asking him strange things had increased in frequency. Exponentially even.
It was for that reason that Jaune honestly couldn't say that he was that surprised when Yang approached him out of the blue—all while sporting the single most bright red blush he'd ever seen on her cheeks in the time he'd known her—and pulled him off to her team's dorm without any explanation. He just simply let it happen, hoping but not betting on that she'd tell him what was going on soon enough.
What he did know for certain, however, was that it was time once again for him to hear about a weird request.
As soon as the door closed behind them and the lock clicked into place, all of the normal strength that Jaune had come to expect from his fellow blonde seemed to disappear in an instant. Her whole demeanor almost seemed meek and when she met his questioning gaze, she quickly averted her eyes, still blushing just as furiously.
Almost a full minute of silence passed between them, filled with nothing but awkward fidgeting from Yang and equally awkward shuffling from Jaune before Jaune's curiosity got the better of him and he decided to speak up.
"So... what's up? You, uh, wanted to talk to me about something, I take it?"
It honestly should have been impossible, but Yang actually blushed even harder right then, eyes shutting tightly as she bundled up her skirt in her hands. There was something really odd going on here, Jaune knew, but until she actually told him about it, there really was no way for him to figure it out on his own. Context clues told him absolutely nothing.
The silence threatened to start again, but then, finally, Yang took a big, deep breath and Jaune readied himself for whatever she was going to say.
"I-I… need your help, Jaune..." she whispered awkwardly, like they'd somehow be caught if she didn't keep her voice down. "Y-you see, I have this… w-well… problem I guess you could call it. Something I, um, inherited from my mom. It comes around once a year, usually, and while we were still at home, it was pretty easy to take care of. Dad had this machine and I'd just-" she cut herself off and shook her head, starting to pace between the beds on either side of the room. "T-that's not important right now! What matter is since moving here, y'know, I had to take a mobile solution with me to help instead of the bigger mach-device we used back home. It just so happens that I seem to have… misplaced mine… and when I tried looking for a new one in Vale, there were none that actually fit people with my… condition..."
Despite listening closely to every word that Yang was saying, Jaune was quite possibly even more confused than he had been before. Vague didn't even begin to describe it and if he was being honest with himself, Jaune was starting to feel slightly nervous. Whatever this problem of Yang's turned out to be, it sounded serious.
In an attempt to calm both of their nerves, Jaune stepped forward and took one of Yang's hands, giving it a gentle squeeze and rubbing his thumb along her knuckles. "Hey, it's okay," he said softly. "Whatever it is you need, I'll help you. Promise. I'd be one hell of a lousy friend otherwise, yeah?"
That was enough to make her stop pacing, if nothing else, and Jaune gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. He saw her eyes dart over to look at him, but then turned elsewhere. Still, he felt her squeeze his hand in return and it didn't seem she was about to start fidgeting horribly again, which was undoubtedly a good sign.
Taking another breath and almost visibly steeling herself, Yang turned fully to face him and after one last short moment of concentration, she took a step back and started unbuttoning her jacket. Jaune didn't really react to the action at first, figuring she was simply warm and needed to cool off, but when she continued to undress even after the jacket laid discarded on the floor, he all but swallowed his own tongue trying to protest whatever this was.
In his heart of hearts, Jaune truly wanted to look away right then and there. Apparently Yang was going to show him something, and if it was necessary for her to take off her clothes to do as such, then it would be awful of him to take advantage of this moment by looking at her chest. Especially since she was worried for some reason.
However.
Jaune Arc was a very ordinary, hot blooded young man, and much like many other young men, his libido held considerable sway over his actionswhen presented with a possibility of seeing something potentially amazing. And Yang's breast most definitely qualified as such.
For that reason, Jaune remained standing where he was, still as a statue, staring openly as the thin, white blouse straining against Yang's chest was unbuttoned as well, giving him an increasingly clear view of her valley of her cleavage as well as the almost flimsy looking white and black patterned bra that struggled to contain the rest of her sizable mounds. This sight alone was enough to make his blood pump wildly throughout his veins and it only got better with every button that was undone. He'd seen girls in the nude before—growing up in the same house as seven sisters made such an occurrence an impossibility, in fact—but seeing Yang of all people was a whole different story. She was a bombshell with little to no compare, an opinion Jaune had held since the very first day that they met, and he knew that she knew exactly just how much attention she grabbed whenever she walked anywhere; how big of a reaction she could illicit from people with just a little showcase of skin.
And here he was, Jaune Arc, watching as she stripped out of her clothes; allowed to see that magnificently curvy body of hers that she ordinarily only displayed teases of. What he'd done to deserve such a gift, he didn't know, but his hormone addled brain was eternally grateful nonetheless, and he wouldn't have been able to resist savoring the sight even with a gun to his head. So he stared, throat dry, body heating up, eyes wide, noting with some excitement that Yang's breasts appeared even larger than usual, the wonderfully supple chest-pillows almost appearing swollen within the confines of her bra.
It was then, while he was ogling her breasts in earnest that Jaune noticed something rather odd, and the confusion he'd felt before returned as his mind was brought back from the fugues of teenage lust. On the front on each of the cups of Yang's bra, there was an unmissable wet spot staining the fabric, and when his gaze followed the pattern of the stain downwards, he caught a glimpse of a sheen on the underside of Yang's boobs that made his breath catch in his throat. Memories from his childhood suddenly clawed their way into the forefront of his brain, namely the times when he'd watched his mother nurse his baby sisters.
Suddenly, Yang's predicament was crystal clear to the lone male Arc scion.
With her blouse open and hanging halfway down her arms, Yang cleared her throat, catching Jaune's attention, before wetting her lips. "Jaune… I need you t-to… m-milk me…!"
Were it not stuck to his skull, Jaune's jaw would have easily smashed through the floorboards beneath them right then and there and continued to decimate the rooms below until reaching bedrock. The sight of the near topless Yang alone would have been enough to make him feel somewhat faint due to upper body bloodloss, he suspected, but coupling that with her request was enough to make him stumble over his own feet, only staying upright by catching himself on the dresser behind him.
A million questions raced through his head, about whether he'd misheard her somehow, or if this was some kind of incredibly bizarre prank, but when he looked into Yang's eyes and saw the nervousness and discomfort she was clearly feeling, he could tell that she was actually being sincere, no matter how incredulous the whole idea seemed to him.
"H-how-" he squeaked out before catching himself and schooling his voice into something more usable. "How did this happen? I thought you had to be, well, pregnant or something to… you know!" Jaune gestured wildly towards Yang's breasts. She turned away slightly at that, obscuring his view of her chest with her arms as she hugged herself.
"N-normally, yeah. For humans at least. However..." Yang explained as she looked over to Ruby's bed. "I'm actually half cow-Faunus on my mom's side. I got mostly my dad's genes, it seems, since I never grew any horns or a tail or something, but ever since going through puberty, this started happening to me every year. I can usually keep track of when it's about to, y'know, start, but this time it came early and now I've already ruined two shirts. I'd never have worn underwear like this had I known I'd be, um... leaking."
It was only when Yang mentioned her unfortunate choice of garments that Jaune fully registered that the white and black pattern on her bra was actually rather distinctive and not random as he'd first guessed it was. No, he could definitely see now that this was a cow print, and as her words implied, Yang was possibly wearing a pair of matching panties as well.
That mental image alone was enough to send Jaune's head spinning again, nearly causing a gush of blood exploding out of his nostrils, but he forced himself to focus back on the matter at hand before exsanguination could claim him, regardless of how tight his pants were starting to grow.
"Why me?" he asked frantically. "W-wouldn't it be easier if Ruby mi-helped you? Or Blake even? Hell, not even Weiss would have said no to something like this, right?!"
Yang shook her head. "Ruby can't. We've tried in the past and it never worked. I'm really, really, really sensitive right now and her hands are like a gravel road with all the calluses she has. Weiss' is a no go for the same reason. Hands are too cold and too dainty and just too sharp. It'd just hurt if she tried to do it. Blake..." she started to say, wincing. "I don't know if you've noticed, but whenever she's reading or doing something and she gets really focused, you can hear her hands start to crush whatever she's holding. And she has some gnarly kitty claws too, not to mention." Her eyes turned to Jaune's, large and pleading, so unlike the Yang he was used to. "You though… everyone talks about how solid and sturdy but still soft your hands feel and how good you are at massages. That's exactly the kind of help I need. My only other option is to ask the nurse to do it and I've always heard horror stories about how awful of an experience that is."
Letting the blouse join her jacket on the floor, Yang stepped forward cautiously, reaching out for one of Jaune's hands, much like he himself had done before. His heart felt like it skipped a beat when she brushed against it, lifting the hand up between them with both of her own and holding it there.
"Please Jaune..." she whispered, "I-I want it to be you."
Yang expected there to be more silence after her request, that she needed to go even further to convince Jaune to give her a hand—almost literally—and she was even desperate enough that she'd start begging if that was what it took, pride or shame be damned. As it turned out, however, none of that was needed.
"Alright. If this is what you need, I'll help you, Yang," Jaune answered resolutely, less than second passing since Yang's plea. He didn't need more time than that, not when the situation was this serious, at least to her. He didn't like to see her like this, it wasn't the Yang he had grown to care for, the girl he knew as his friend, and if, well, milking her was what it took to get the old Yang back then so be it.
The relief on her face was immediate, as was the gratitude, and Jaune felt himself blushing again, though it was in a distinctly different way from before, he could tell, from how his heart jumped when she beamed at him.
"Thank you…" Yang choked out softly, her vulnerable voice doing more things to Jaune's heart that had nothing to do with her state of undress.
They spent a short moment just looking at one another, smiling and relived, albeit in different ways, but one wayward glance towards Yang's breasts was enough to remind Jaune of what he'd signed up for and he suddenly felt his hands tingling with something that he wasn't sure of; whether it was nervousness or anticipation.
"Well then," he said eventually, clearing his throat. "How would you like to do this? Do you need to get anything?" A bucket was the first thing that came to mind for Jaune, but he decided not to voice that suggestion.
"I, um, usually do it in the shower… y'know, back home? I think that's the best place for it, even without the machine," Yang explained.
By now, Jaune had decided to not question anything his fellow blond said or suggested since the situation at hand was absurd enough, so he simply nodded and gestured for Yang to lead the way, not fully internalizing the implications of the two of them in the shower together until the bathroom door closed behind them and the lock clicked into place.
He said nothing as Yang continued to undress, taking off her shoes and socks and starting to reach for her skirt before she noticed Jaune staring. She almost seemed confused for a split second before realization appeared on her features and she looked away swiftly, cheeks flush with yet another deep blush.
"Y-you should probably take some clothes off too…" she mumbled, still feeling Jaune's eyes on her increasingly exposed flesh. "It's going to get a bit… m-messy…"
That last word alone made something like a shiver race down Jaune's spine, but he didn't say anything, not trusting his voice at the moment, choosing to merely follow Yang's lead by stripping down. He'd taken off his jacket and mostly unbuttoned his own blouse when it was his turn to catch Yang staring, her skirt now on the floor, showcasing clearly that she hadn't been lying about wearing a matching set of undergarments; her almost sinfully small panties mirrored her bra near perfectly, despite their size. White with splotches of black. Just like a dairy cow.
Jaune's whole body tensed up a bit at the mere thought of that as he tried in vain to convince himself that there should be nothing erotic about the situation at hand. He desperately wanted to think that there was no reason for him to be aroused, that he was just casually helping out a friend, as if it would somehow make the strain against his pants less omnipresent.
Yang meanwhile was thoroughly reminded that Jaune Arc was no longer the tall lanky kid that she had watched vomit into a trashcan on the airship ride to Beacon. No, the young man undressing before her now had as little in common with that Jaune as Yang herself had with the snot nosed brat that she'd been while growing up.
Just from watching him, she couldn't help but admire just how… firm he looked, idly noting how it had to be criminal somehow just how little their school uniforms helped accentuate the impressive and downright mouthwatering broadness of Jaune shoulders. He'd managed to fill out every inch of that tall frame of his during his stay at Beacon with nice and taught cords of muscles, the result being a damn near statuesque man that made Yang almost feel angry at herself for not taking note of the full scope of his development sooner. Everything about him looked toned and solid, all the way from the hardened coils of his arms to his rigid abdomen to his steady legs.
All of this and he hadn't even taken off his pants yet…
Yang bit her lip as her stomach buzzed all of a sudden, making her acutely aware of just how hot she felt in spite of her current state of dress, or lack thereof. Her skin was still flushed, but it was definitely not just because of embarrassment anymore. Her eyes kept lingering on Jaune's hands, so large and rugged, imagining how they'd feel on her body; how it'd feel to be milked by them. At this point she was near completely naked, only wearing her bra and panties still, and the anticipation building inside her was starting to grow unbearable, especially when she didn't have anything else to do but watch as Jaune continued undressing as well, much to the delight of her rapidly beating heart.
Jaune didn't say anything about Yang's blatant ogling, figuring it was only fair she got her turn to look at him when he'd done the same to her near constantly ever since she first took off her blouse. All the clothing he'd removed so far he bunched up and threw into a haphazard heap in one of the corners of the room where he hoped they'd remain mostly dry before finally reaching for his pants, hesitating only for a moment when he started to pull down his zipper. Yang was right there, in the corner of his eye, and he reminded himself about how she needed his help and that this was not the first time he'd undressed in front of a girl. There was no need for him to be embarrassed. It wasn't like he had anything she wouldn't have seen before either, right?
Like when ripping off a band aid, Jaune breathed deeply and removed his trousers in one swift motion, not noticing how Yang squirmed at the sight of his visibly tented boxers, his arousal unable to be disguised. He started to reach for his underwear too, resolved to go as far as he had to to help Yang, but he stopped when Yang made a chocked sound.
"Y-you can keep those on!" she yelped when his head turned towards her questioningly.
"Alright…" Jaune replied, throat dry but silently thankful that he got to keep at least one last remnant of modesty. "We ready to, you know, start then?"
Yang nodded hurriedly and stepped into the shower proper without further ado, Jaune following after her. Luckily, the bathroom, which mirrored Jaune's own in layout, was spacious enough that both of them had some room to move without too much awkwardness, but it was still intimate enough that neither could forget the other's presence. Once they'd settled, it would have been easy for them to simply stand there, facing one another for a while, but Jaune knew that the sooner they got this done and over with, the sooner Yang would be back to her normal self. He was about to open his mouth when a realization seemingly dawned on the half-Faunus. A fresh blush broke out on her cheeks and she averted her eyes, but she still reached behind herself resolutely.
It took all of two seconds for Jaune to figure out what she was doing and he too cast his gaze elsewhere in spite of the protestations of his penis-brain. When that wasn't enough, he also clenched his eyes shut, planning on waiting until he heard Yang turning around or something before he opened them again. Despite already having been privy to almost all that she had to offer, Jaune still assumed that Yang would feel more comfortable if she didn't have someone like him staring at her more than was strictly necessary and that she wanted to minimize their exposure to one another if she could.
But then she spoke up.
"I don't mind you looking at me…"
Hearing those words were enough of a shock that Jaune immediately glanced back at Yang, finding her standing there holding her now un-hooked bra to her chest. Her eyes peeked up at him almost demurely and Jaune felt his breath hitch.
"A-are you sure…?" he gasped out unsteadily. Yang simply nodded again.
Then she let her bra fall to the floor.
Jaune Arc blinked. And after a moment, he blinked again. Nothing had changed. He blinked for a third time, making sure his eyes were closed for just a bit longer than before this time around. When he opened them again, he was forced to conclude that what he saw wasn't a mirage or hallucination. Nor did it seem to be a dream, a possibility he ruled out by biting his tongue until it tingled with pain. This… was real. Yang was real. She was really here, with him, her breasts completely bare. Utterly naked. Absolutely uncovered. Wholly revealed.
Jaune swallowed. Somehow, until now, he'd managed to overlook how different Yang looked today despite how many times his eyes had raked across her body, his mind apparently to preoccupied with her request to fully register the changes that had, seemingly, occurred. She looked more… curvy than he ever recalled seeing her as, and that was saying something. Her hips seemed more wide, thighs more meaty, and her usually muscular abdomen appeared to be what he'd almost call soft. Then there were her breasts; to Jaune they looked a full cup size larger than the day she always looked like this, he had to wonder, or was it another side effect of her heritage?
At his sides, Jaune's hands clenched as he imagined touching the supple, milky, shivering, fertile looking half-Faunus before him. She was looking to the side, cheeks pretty and pink, one of her arms reaching across her torso to hold onto her other elbow, practically propping up her breasts for him to see. Like she was presenting them to him.
Despite not being too surprising considering the kind of girl that Yang usually presented herself as, Jaune still found the pair of large, heavy looking gold rings hanging from her nipples almost mesmerizing. Erotic didn't even begin to describe the sight and the longer he stared at them, the more he realized how the rings seemed to complete Yang's whole image, in his opinion. The size, the shape, the color; rings like these wouldn't have looked out of place hanging from the snout of a real dairycow, he thought. How she'd managed to hide them beneath that flimsy bra of hers he had no idea.
Thin rivulets of milk leaked out from each of Yang's nipples, gently dripping onto the floor once they reached the bottom of her teats now that there was no fabric to soak the pearly white liquid up. The sight made Jaune's mouth feel dry.
It awakened a thirst within him.
"Are you going to touch me…?" Yang whispered suddenly, the ache in her chest only growing more fervent the longer Jaune juststaredat her like she was something not of this world. It was both exhilarating and frustrating at the same time, as the feeling of his eyes greedily devouring her body made the heat in her loins increase in fervor as well as make her feel more and more impatient to actually have his hands on her; for him to give her some relief.
Her question almost seemed to jolt Jaune awake, like he'd been dreaming something ever since he saw her naked chest, but he gathered himself again after only a second, his features schooled into a serious, determined mask that did countless things to Yang's innards.
Stepping forward, he lifted one of his hands and extended it across the increasingly small gap between them. Yang watched it move towards her intently, fighting back the tension that tried to grip her body. This was Jaune, she reminded herself. She trusted him. In fact, she wanted him to touch her.
As Jaune's fingertips finally reached their destination, Yang let out a soft whimper from the oh so explicit spark that raced across her flushed skin, his touch careful and almost feather light to begin with, merely brushing over her flesh without applying any pressure. That touch alone was enough to make a small spurt of milk escape her nipples, as if the faucet of her breasts had been opened for a brief, wonderful second. It was sweet and gentle and tender, enough to make her heart flutter, but unfortunately right now she needed something more. A shaky breath escaped her lips and momentarily Jaune seemed to pause, his eyes searching her own when she glanced up to look at him. Deep blue met shimmering violet and Yang took the opportunity to step forward as well, forcing more of her breast into his waiting hand.
"D-don't tease me, please…" she whined, doing her best to give her companion a confident smirk in spite of the rampant pace of her heartbeat.
Jaune merely nodded stoically and when he brought his second hand up to her unoccupied breast, Yang could immediately tell that he was going to take his task more seriously. Instead of merely brushing against her skin, now his fingers dug into her overflowing mounds, squeezing her chest noticeably.
Right away, Yang had to slap one of her own hands across her mouth to suppress a deeply wanton moan from pouring out of her like the spurts of milk that shot from her stuffy chest. Jaune had only just started and already she was being filled with blessed relief, the deep and potent itch that had tormented her all day beginning to be scratched by the most wonderful nails she could imagine as her over-full breasts slowly started to empty.
"That feel okay?" Jaune asked hoarsely and Yang's answer was immediate.
"O-oh gods yes," came her muffled reply, knees trembling from the pleasure that lanced through her.
Feeling Yang's creamy milk running down his hands was such a surreal experience to Jaune that it could almost overshadow the absurdity of him actually having the chance to greedily grope the chest of the biggest bombshell at Beacon, at least in his eyes. It was simply hypnotic watching the different reactions he got from her breasts when he pressed and squeezed in different places, his breath only growing hotter from seeing Yang quiver when he found one of those special spots that turned her milky rivulets into open streams of warm, liquid ivory.
And yet… Jaune couldn't help but feel like he was doing something wrong, regardless of how intensely arousing it was to massage Yang's breasts. His family had never owned cows themselves, but there were many farms in the area he grew up in so he had been able to watch farmers milking their cows many times during his youth and he could distinctly remember that they didn't just squeeze the cows' udders to make the milk flow properly. There was finesse involved, especially with the fingers, that much he knew for certain, and his gut told him that to properly relive Yang, he needed to do something similar.
Experimentally, Jaune started to move his fingers towards Yang's nipples, listening intently as the brawler sucked in a sharp breath in response but didn't attempt to stop him in any way. First, he gently rubbed the rosy peaks with the flat of his thumbs, earning himself a gentle moan and more of Yang's milk covering his hands. He took that as a good sign that he was on the right track, but as he attempted to continue his exploration, he found himself struggling with those big, lewd rings of hers, unable to find good purchase for his fingers from this position much to his annoyance. Instead, all he managed to accomplish was getting himself tangled in the rings, hooking onto and tugging at them in an attempt to free himself. He could feel Yang tensing up from his fumbling, yelping unpleasantly when he once more failed to stimulate her nipples properly.
"A-aah! D-don't pull like that, please!" Yang cried out. "I-it's too much!"
"Oh… sorry," Jaune mumbled back ashamedly. "Didn't mean to hurt you.
That there remained shades of red for Yang's cheeks to turn was quite honestly something of a miracle to Jaune, yet the proof was right there in front of him as she continued to speak. "It, uh… it's not that it actually hurt… I'm just sensitive there, like I said…"
"Oooooh…" Jaune breathed out before clearing his throat. "In that case, I think it'd be best if you turned to face the other way right about now. I can't really, you know, milk you from this angle. Not correctly at least."
Yang's eyes quickly sought out the floor at his choice of words but she still managed to nod and did just like he'd suggested, presenting her smooth and lovely back to him; a part of the body Jaune had never realized could look so attractive to him before. His eyes were pulled downward as she finished turning, following her long golden mane, but what caught his gaze was not merely her luxurious hair, but rather Yang's supple rear and the feeble little piece of cow print fabric that was sandwiched between her luscious cheeks. To describe the sight as even irresistible felt like an injustice but he forced his eyes away when he saw how Yang was fidgeting, reminding himself that she surely wanted this over and done with as quickly as possible and that he shouldn't take advantage of her plight.
Assisting Yang from this position, however, turned out a bit more different than Jaune had expected. To his surprise, the length of his arms proved to be rather insufficient unless he stepped right up behind her, his chest meeting her bare back as he reached around her. He heard her gasp softly as he pressed into the curve of her body, tensing up briefly, but then, much to his surprise, he felt her lean back against him; actively resting her weight on him and leaning into the connection.
"This better…?" she asked shyly.
"Y-yeah, this will work," Jaune stammered in reply.
Looking over Yang's shoulder, he could see her breasts heaving with every breath she took and he watched on as he moved his hands to settle onto them once more. Immediately, he could tell that this felt more natural and he could easily capture her nipples, gently, between his fingers.
The lightest pinch was all it took for a pair of open streams to shoot out from Yang's breasts, her whole body trembling against Jaune's own as she cried out from the sensation that lanced through her. More blessed relief, more intense than ever before, but also an utterly tantalizing amount of pleasure. Blindly, her arms reached above her head until she felt her fingers graze Jaune's hair and she quickly grabbed hold of it to give herself something to anchor herself to when her legs started threatening to fail her.
Jaune's hands felt large and soft and hot against her skin and despite how embarrassed she still felt for putting him in this position, she was deeply grateful for how strong and secure he felt against her back and how confident his touch was.
When he squeezed her nipples again and ushered forth yet another spray of milk, Yang's toes curled. It sent a jolt straight down into her abdomen, feeding a sense of arousal she had never experienced while being milked before. She almost wondered why it felt so good this time, but one glance to where Jaune's face hovered next to hers was enough to give her an obvious answer.
Jaune was the reason. Of course she had never felt good when a cold, clinical pump was sucking on her teats. Why would she?
When it was with Jaune, however? That was a different story. He was big and strong and sweet and cute and handsome-
Yang stopped her racing thoughts before they could go any further, her blush renewed and her thighs rubbing together listlessly. Thinking like that was… dangerous when she was in this kind of hyperaware state, the potential of her doing something incredibly foolish being drastically increased from when she was her usual self. No matter how good she felt, she could allow herself to get carried away; she needed to retain some measure of levelheadedness, otherwise there was no telling what might happen...
It was in that moment, when Yang was chastising herself, that she felt something hard pushing against her lower back and from the way Jaune tensed up behind her there was absolutely no mistaking what had poked her.
'Oh…' Yang thought to herself, feeling suddenly breathless. She'd been well aware of Jaune's arousal until now; it was quite a difficult thing to miss, after all, but it was a whole other thing to have the manifestation of said arousal actively poking at her rather than a simple inferrance. It was… big, she couldn't help but notice, making her remember something she'd overheard once about the size of a guy's hands and how they correlated to the size of other body parts. She hadn't put much stock in the 'theory', but for Jaune it definitely seemed true.
And it was all because of her.
Another moan escaped Yang's lips, breaking her concentration, as Jaune continued to work her tits like she was a proper dairy cow. The wall in front of her was covered in spatters of milk and she was certain that both their feet were soaked in the stuff. That wasn't the only thing soaked through, however. At this point, Yang's panties mirrored the state of her bra, albeit sodden with her excitement rather than milk. She couldn't help it, though, Jaune's tender ministrations were simply too wonderful and she found herself almost wishing that she'd never stop leaking just so that he could keep going.
"T-that… feels amazing…" she panted out eventually, completely unaware for just how long Jaune had been milking her by this point. The worst of the pressure in her chest had disappeared, but her milk showed no signs of running out anytime soon, and so she was happy to let Jaune keep going until there wasn't a drop left inside her. In fact, she'd happily let him suckle the last of it out her teats directly if he so wished, the very idea of which making her moan as she found herself backing up until she could once again feel Jaune's bulge pressing into her. It was a bad move, what remained of her functioning brain insisted to her; reminding her that she'd just minutes ago she'd acknowledged how bad her decision making was currently, but Yang didn't have the willpower to resist the temptation that was calling out from between her legs now that she'd felt first hand just how aroused Jaune had gotten as well.
As those thoughts ran through Yang's mind, Jaune had to bite back a groan while he contemplated the likelihood of Yang simply walking into him by accident, despite already having become aware of his 'lower-body-situation'. He'd tried his best to only focus on his 'work' until now, blocking out any unbecoming urges, but it was simply impossible when said 'work' only served to fuel the fire in his chest further. Yang had never looked more attractive to him—hell, no girl period had ever looked this sexy in his eyes—and the more she writhed and gasped and moaned and spilled her milk the more she invigorated his lust.
He'd nearly bit his tongue off when she first brushed against his underwear-covered erection, and now it had happened again, only Yang wasn't moving away this time. Rather, she seemed to be pressing herself further against his cock, her hips moving in a slow circular motion that could only be deliberate and that threatened to make his underwear rip apart at the seams.
Swallowing hard and mustering up as much restraint as he could, Jaune cleared his throat. "Yang? Do you know what you're doing?" he asked hoarsely.
The blonde beauty froze up for a tortuously long split second. Then she turned her face towards his, their noses almost touching from how close they were. Her big, expressive, violet eyes looked at him longingly, needily even, and then she nodded, making a breath he didn't realize he was holding rush out of his lungs.
"Y-you're making me feel so good, Jaune. I want to return the favor. I want to touch you as well," Yang whispered.
She punctuated her words by pushing against his cock again, her underwear starting to roll down over the curve of her ass from the repeated grinding. She was so close to being completely naked. With Jaune. And there was no one on Remnant who she'd rather be with right now.
"Are you going to touch me some more, Jaune?" she asked, her words nearly identical to the ones she'd used before, yet her tone couldn't be more different. Sultry. Inviting. Lustful even.
Just like Yang, Jaune realized, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he was teetering on the edge of the point of no return and that he was in no position to make a rational choice in regards to potentially changing his relationship with Yang forever.
But acting rationally was not what Jaune wanted to do in this very moment. In fact, none of what had happened until now was even rational to begin with he decided, and so, rather than pretending that there was a sane solution to what has happening here. As such, he merely answered Yang question. By leaning in and capturing her lips.
The kiss was deep, sudden, and passionate, yet Jaune knew that Yang was more than ready for it from the way her lips parted for him as soon as his tongue brushed against them and how the press of her ass against his erection intensified tenfold. Fingers pulled at his hair intently, seemingly trying to bring him even deeper into their kiss and he felt the vibrato of her moan lusty travel down his throat he squeezed her nipples with renewed vigor.
Heated, panting breaths mingled in the minuscule area separating their faces when Jaune was forced to pull away just enough to fill his lungs with some desperately needed air, his heart practically breaking from hearing Yang's unhappy whine that came from not being kissed anymore.
He wished to rectify the injustice of it all, but there was something else he needed to do first, namely getting rid of those oppressive and restrictive pieces of clothing that still remained on their bodies.
Letting go off one of Yang's breasts, Jaune snaked his now freed hand down the length of her luscious and curvy and absolutely breedable body until he felt the hem of her underwear brush against his fingertips. A gasp escaped Yang's lips as her head swiveled to look down at his hand, both of their respective gazes following his movements with rapt attention as Jaune slowly started to shimmy the skimpy, wonderfully appropriate cow print panties over the swell the busty blonde's wide hips and then down her thighs. Yang made every attempt to assist in the process, legs parting to give Jaune easier to finally freed her of her very last piece of modesty, much to her delight.
Beyond the valley of Yang's breast was revealed a small, neatly groomed patch of golden hair that sat right on the apex of her sex and just beneath it were her folds, visibly glistening with her molten hot arousal.
It wasn't until that moment that Jaune truly realized the profound impact he'd had on Yang with his ministrations. It would have been a daunting prospect had the sight not sent such a powerful throb of excitement to his cock, a phenomenon Yang clearly noticed as she ground her now bare ass into it, almost enveloping him in the soft globes of flesh.
"Y-you need to take these off too…" she cooed.
"Well, I took of yours, so it's only fair you return the favor, right?"
Yang froze up at that and even Jaune himself was a bit surprised that he'd say something so suggestive. Their eyes met again and Yang only let out a soft "okay" before she turned around to face him, Jaune's arms untangling from around her just enough to allow her to move, swiftly returning to her flesh soon after, Yang's own hands settling on his shoulders. Now standing chest-to-chest, somehow, they fell into another deep, passionate kiss, neither entirely sure who had initiated it; neither willing to break it at first, but eventually they parted once more with a bridge of saliva keeping them connected for a brief second longer.
Yang almost leaned in again, still feeling woefully 'under-kissed', but then she remembered her mission and she managed to restrain herself. Instead, she gazed down the whole length of Jaune's torso, the flashes of heat in her belly only growing hotter as she admired those muscles that she now knew from experience were exactly as hard and firm as they looked, her breath hitching slightly once she reached his abdomen and she could properly see the bulging underwear that she had so wantonly rubbed against.
Big no longer felt sufficient.
Almost hurriedly, Yang dropped onto her haunches and hooked her fingers into the waistline of Jaune's boxers, watching intently as the tent in them moved upwards until, finally, his cock sprang free, right in front of her face.
"O-oh my…" she gasped softly, thighs quivering with even further anticipation.
Yang never thought she'd ever describe something or someone as 'studly', but no other word came to mind as she gazed downright longingly at the hard piece of meat standing proudly from Jaune's crotch, its owner staring down at her with a deep blush on his fair cheeks. How someone so sweet could be such a bull below the waist she didn't understand, but she loved the contrast nonetheless. It had been her that had requested being touched, but Yang realized now that it had been selfish of her to request such a thing and she was more than eager to return the favor before they did anything else.
And so she smiled widely as wrapped her slender fingers around Jaune's cock, almost shivering when she noticed she couldn't even reach around him fully, and placed a loving kiss upon its head, her lust-fogged eyes gazing up at him the whole time.
Jaune immediately let out a strangled breath and Yang made a happy sound as a spurt of precum shot into her waiting mouth, her lips parting so that she could start engulfing him while her hands worked the rest of his shaft back and forth. Swirling her tongue around his head, she was met with a wonderfully masculine taste that only grew stronger with every inch of cock she allowed to fill her maw. Saliva dripped from the edge of her lips as she thoroughly bathed Jaune with her tongue, her head starting to bob up and down in slow, deliberate motions while one of her hands moved down to cup his rich and full testicles. She was just about to go even further down his shaft when, all of a sudden, she was pulled up to her feet and pushed against the shower wall.
Yang didn't even have time to cry out in surprise before she felt a hand in between her legs and her cry became one of pleasure. Large, confident fingers penetrated deep inside her folds and Yang almost collapsed from the electricity that raced along her nerved from the intrusion. She tried to find purchase on the wall behind her but it was too slick and slippery, leaving her no choice to but to settle more of her weight onto those devilish fingers that were swiftly driving her crazy. A flash of golden blonde appeared in her vision for a split second and then there was a face burrowing into her neck; kisses, licks, and even gentle bites assaulting her skin.
"Jaune!" she cried out desperately, for it could only be him doing this to her, but if he heard her he made no attempt to show it, instead continuing to finger her as if his sole want in life was to turn her into nothing but a pile of putty in his hands, a prospect that not only seemed likely but also incredibly inviting to Yang.
Jaune himself had reached his limit. He'd been able to manage to massage Yang's breasts without much issue, at least at first, and he'd genuinely believed that he would have been able to deal with her grinding as well if it had turned out to be unintentional, but ever since watching her drop down before him and treat his aching cock like it was a damn meat-popsicle, he'd been working on borrowed time. Borrowed time that had ran out. He needed to indulge himself, and he needed to use Yang's body to do so.
Pulling his juice covered fingers out of Yang's pussy, he pushed her more firmly against the wall, grabbing her by the hips and holding her steady as she squeaked from the abruptness of it all. No more playing around, he thought as he dipped a hand down and lifted one one of her legs into the air at the same time as he lined his cock up with Yang's sodden folds. Arms wrapped tightly around his neck and he glanced up to find the blonde half-Faunus staring at him lustfully, her lips parted as her breaths came in quick pants.
"I'm gonna fuck you…" Jaune whispered. It wasn't a question or a suggestion, but rather an immutable statement of fact.
"Do it, p-please…" Yang whispered back, leaving herself completely at his mercy.
Milk spilled freely from her teats as her whole chest vibrated with excitement and Jaune only spared a moment to watch the ivory streams before he thrust his cock into Yang in one hard, fast movement; the sound of hips colliding practically echoing throughout the room even as they moaned in unison. Coiling tightness the likes of which he could never have imagined and absolute fullness beyond even her wildest dreams filled Jaune and Yang's minds respectively as they both leaned forward and rested their foreheads against one another's. Blue and violet eyes gazed adoringly in the small space between them as Jaune started to move. Yang hated the feeling at first, the loss in her abdomen profound, but it was overshadowed entirely by the eruption of pleasure that slammed into her when he thrust back inside
A low moo escaped her throat as she was pierced again and again, brief orgasms making her shudder and shake in Jaune's arms. The sound only grew louder when he dipped his head down and caught one of her nipples with his mouth and began suckling. It was absolutely overwhelming and she could only weakly cling to Jaune's strong, solid form while he fucked her just like he promised.
Yang's milk was delicious enough that Jaune almost hated how much he'd sent flowing down the drain rather than into a bucket or flask for collection, but what was done was done and all he could do now was ensure to drink deeply of whatever was left until Yang was completely empty. At the same time, he was going to continue to rut her like a beast until he couldn't move his legs anymore. With every thrust, he could feel how her walls tugged at his cock, attempting to keep him inside even as he withdrew. Yang's whole body was perfectly built for this exact thing, he found himself thinking; she was attempting to drain him dry just like he was her.
Jaune certainly welcomed the challenge as he nuzzled the head of his cock right against her cervix and let himself explode into Yang's eager womb, her moos of bliss overlapping in their combined climax. A complete white noise of lingering pleasure settled over them both as they crumpled to the floor together in a panting heap.
Yang lost counts of how many pumps of semen blasted inside of her but she knew it was more than enough to fill her to the brim and then some, the excess spilling out around the tight seal of Jaune's cock. She'd traded one fullness for another, she realized with a lazy giggle, her stomach now feeling utterly bloated while the pressure in her chest was all but completely gone now. Mere droplets were dripping from her well-milked breasts as they squished against Jaune's chest and she happily leaned her head against his body as the afterglow of their orgasm washed over them.
"Thank you, Jaune. For everything," she said gently.
"Don't mention it," Jaune replied, placing a sweet kiss on the top of her head. "Happy to help."
"Hope you realize this wasn't a one time thing, though. I can't go back to machines after all of that."
Jaune laughed and pulled Yang just a bit tighter against him. "I think I can live with doing this sort of thing with you whenever you feel the need in the future." Yang hummed happily at that.
"Great, cuz' I'd love to continue that thing you rudely interrupted before. And I think I feel some leftover milk that you won't be able to get out with just your fingers… something with more suction is needed…"
Though he'd started to soften inside Yang, Jaune immediately felt new blood start pumping his cock and he could only watch as their hips separated and Yang started to crawl down the length of his body while a far thicker substance than milk ran down her thighs.
"Oh! I almost forgot. Happy Valentine's day, Jaune~!"