The morning after adding half of Team RWBY to the harem he and Pyrrha (but mostly Pyrrha) had started, Drake was making his way to the locker rooms. He was planning to refill Tiamat and Bahamut with the Dust that he'd purchased the day before. Pyrrha hadn't spent the night with him, meaning thankfully he wasn't being edged like crazy, like the day before. It was early enough in the morning, which meant that nobody else was in the hallways … or so Drake thought. However, he was too wrapped up in his task, and his music coming out of the headphones over his ears.

'A thing of beauty, I know!

Will never fade away!

What you did to me, I know!

You said what you had to say!

But a thing of beauty, I know!

Will never fade away!

Will never fade away!

Will never fade away!'

Not bothering to turn the song off, Drake slid his headphones off his ears, and looped them about his neck. Setting down the bag of Dust he'd purchased the day before, he punched in the four digit numerical code. There was a high-pitched chirp, and the red LED strip on his locker flashed green in the same moment. Drake reached out to open his locker, but stopped. A shiver ran up his back. It was that feeling one gets when they believed that someone was behind them. Instead, his hand reached up to grab the headphones about his neck. There was a soft click, and the music cut off.

Taking a step back, the dragon Faunus realized that Dove Bronzewing and Russel Thrush were standing at the row of lockers on his left. Cardin Winchester and Sky Lark stood to his right. With another row of lockers behind him, Drake had nowhere to run.

"Hiya fellas." Drake raised his right hand in a loose wave. He spoke in a nonchalant way, greeting the four bullies of Beacon as if they were nothing more than that one annoying coworker you could only stomach for the two seconds it took to greet them.

"Your girlfriend humiliated us, you freak." Cardin spat disgusted at the mere sight of the dragon Faunus. At some unseen signal, the four human boys slowly advanced on Drake, who still hadn't taken a stance to attempt to defend himself. "Now, we're gonna return the favor." The head of Team CRDL cracked his knuckles menacingly, which made Drake shake his head.

"And just how is getting your asses handed to you … again, going to humiliate Pyrrha?" Drake still hadn't made to defend himself. His words however, did make the other four boys stop in their tracks. They clearly remembered the last time that they sparred against Drake the month before. "So, you sure you guys wanna do this?"

"What's going on in this neck of the woods?" A new voice made all four members of Team CRDL jump. Cardin and Sky whirled about, realizing that Yang was standing right behind the two of them. Arms crossed under her rather impressive chest. She was staring down Sky and Cardin, and shortly after, Drake turned his attention to Dove and Russel.

"So fellas, looks like its quantity against quality." He said with a shrug, using that same nonchalant tone. He mirrored Yang, by crossing his arms, and an almost unseen smirk crossed his face when he saw Dove and Russel look at one another nervously. It was as if the single brain cell that was shared between the four of them, finally realized that this wasn't a good idea. "So, what's it gonna be?"

For once, the four bullies made the smart decision, and promptly left the locker room. Proverbial tails tucked firmly between their legs.

"I had that under control, you know." Drake let out a huff of soft laughter once the four other boys had gone. Only for Yang to narrow her light violet eyes at him, which made him waver almost at once. Yes he could go toe to toe with her during sparring, but was unwilling to risk another concussion. "I mean, thank you for saving me Yang…"

Her expression softened, and the busty blond smiled softly. "That's better." She strode up to him, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Her smug smile turned into a smirk, when Drake's cheeks turned the same red color as his scales. "So, what are you up to?"

Drake's response was to hold up the bag of Dust he had brought along with him. "Gotta refill my weapons. Didn't have anything loaded, when we sparred on Friday." He then punched in the code for his locker. Again, there was the chirp of affirmation, letting the two know that the entered code had been accepted, and the red strip above the number pad flashed bright green.

Yang took a step forward. She was feigning interest in his chosen weapons, when in reality she was here for something else. A little more than what he had promised her the day before. "You know hot stuff, I never got that cuddle time you promised me yesterday." She pressed her very ample chest against him, making Drake flush an even more impressive shade of red. "So, I think you gotta make it up to me."

Drake sighed, and just shook his head. All he wanted to do was refill the Dust in his weapons. But really, what sane person would refuse the advances of Yang Xiao-Long? He simply placed the bag in his locker, and turned his attention to his busty girlfriend. God this harem thing was seriously going to drain him … oh well. "Alright, how do I make it up to-?" Drake began, however Yang had cut him off by pushing him onto the bench that separated both rows of lockers. He was about to ask what she was up to. Again, it was obvious, but it was the only thing he could think of to say. And then her top hit him in the face.

"Oh, ha-ha Ya..ng…" Removing the discarded piece of clothing, his sentence trailed off. Yang stood in front of him, now completely topless. That smug smile was now plastered on her face when she saw her boyfriend's reaction to seeing her topless. Mouth agape, and staring like a deer in headlights. She hadn't bothered wearing a bra this morning, as her plan was to get him all alone here. "See something you like?"

"I think we both know I do." Drake's response came after a few moments of stunned silence. Yang was suddenly on her knees in front of him, and in the next moment, had undone his pants and gotten his cock out. Drake knew where this was going a split second before it happened. Yang put his large shaft in between her breasts. A happy sounding groan got past the dragon Faunus' lips when he felt his girlfriend pump her breasts about his cock. This wasn't something that he was used to, as even though he and Pyrrha were sexually active with one another since about their fifth date, their sex was fairly vanilla, despite all the positions Drake put her in.

Winking up at him, Yang then wrapped her lips about the head of his cock. That earned another groan from him, and another shortly after when Drake felt her tongue lick about the tip of his cock. Almost on instinct, Drake bucked his hips up softly. Not that she seemed to mind. In fact, she seemed to encourage it. He was thoroughly enjoying this. How warm her mouth was, how soft her breasts felt about his shaft. He had gripped the small bench, with the wood beginning to crack and splinter after about five minutes of this, due to how good Yang's treatment felt. The both of them knew that he wouldn't last another five minutes. Yang continued this for another two minutes, before his cock had begun to throb. That got a soft moan from the blond, which made Drake both groan, and expedited his climax. In fact, not thirty seconds later, Drake bucked his hips up hard, which forced his cock into her mouth, and made the tip touch the back of her throat. Her violet eyes went wide, when she felt his hot seed pump down her throat. Almost on instict, she had begun to gulp it all down, and after another minute she pulled back.

"So… how does that…" Drake panted softly. "Quallify as making… things up to you…?" That was a completely new experience for him, as Pyrrha hadn't even done that. In fact, her edging him two nights ago had been the most adventurous thing the two had done.

"Oh, that was just a warm-up." Yang got back to her feet, quickly undoing her pants. Those were quickly discarded, landing nearby the shirt she wore. The one that she had tossed in Drake's face. Yang pushed him back down, so that he was lying down on that same bench. Straddling his waist, Yang slowly eased his cock into her waiting pussy. Drake let out a groan, that had a hint of despair. He couldn't handle another round of teasing.

Yang had clearly picked up on that tone, but she quickly reassured him by quickly flexing her hips over his. Her hands were against his chest, bracing herself. She wasn't going to tell her this, but his cock was bigger than her favorite toy. The sound of their hips smacking together had begun to echo about the locker room, along with Yang's moaning. Drake had his hands on her waist, as if he was guiding her on how to ride him. The brawler countered after a moment, by placing his hands on her chest. Her moaning grew louder from there, as Drake had begun to squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples every few seconds. Which had the added effect, of making her eyes slightly roll back.

Yang's pace had begun to pick up. Both she and Drake could feel the walls of her pussy contracting about his cock, as every time her hips came down, brought her closer and closer to climax. There was a cracking sound, and the two looked at one another. They hadn't realized that she was riding him hard enough, that if this continued, the bench would splinter. That next moment, Yang was pinned against his weapons locker, both her arms and legs wrapped about him. Her eyes were flashing between violet and red each time his hips came forward. The head of his cock was repeatedly bashing against her womb, making her toes curl, and after a few moments of that, she had reached her breaking point. Yang's moan was quickly silenced by a rather deep kiss. However, that muffled moan turned into a muffled scream, as his seed quickly flooded her insides seconds later.

"So, does that make up for yesterday?" Drake's arm was wrapped about Yang's shoulders as they left the locker room half an hour later, and the dragon Faunus finally got to refill his weapons. The blond brawler of Team RWBY had an arm wrapped about his waist, but she showed no sign of anything sexual happening between the two.

"It's a start." She winked up at him playfully, before kissing his lower jaw. Though she had to stand on her tiptoes to do so. "So, mind if I ask you something?"

Drake nodded, and smiled at her. "Yeah, knock yourself out."

That remark earned him a laugh, but she asked her question a second later. "Your family, you said you were from Mistral right?"

"Born in Mistral." Drake clarified, still smiling. "But I was raised in Vale. Mom and Dad moved here … along with my seventeen siblings." That stopped Yang dead in her tracks. She looked up at him incredulously.

"S-seventeen siblings!?" She sputtered out, to which he nodded in response. "How…? Just… how?"

Drake couldn't help but laugh and shake his head. "Some types of Faunus have large families. And every member of my family has been a dragon Faunus."

"Still…" Yang continued, still shocked at the revelation of just how big Drake's family was. "How…?"

"Well, from what I've been told, dragon Faunus have a strong libido, but we knew that already." He winked at her, and she had recovered enough to give the finger guns in return. "And there's the fact that a lot of us, not just dragon Faunus, but all Faunus have a breeding cycle that comes around twice a year, once we reach maturity." He explained and his face went as red as his scales once again. The expression that Yang was giving him, made him realize that he was in line for a round of very lewd questioning.

"So … when does your mating cycle hit?" She winked up at him, and pressed her impressive chest against him once again.

Despite being very red in the face, Drake shook his head in response. "Haven't had mine just yet. Believe me Yang, when it arrives, you'll definitely know it."

"So will Pyrrha, and Blake." That made the two laugh, and Drake nodded in agreement. She wasn't wrong there.