"Hey, have a good rest?" Richard asks when Yang wakes the next morning still in the chair.

Yang yawns and stretches. "Yeah. This chair is comfier than I thought."

"Would you like pancakes or waffles?" Richard asks.

Yang sighs and relaxes in her seat again. "Pancakes, with lots of syrup."

"You and Nora get along very well on the subject of pancakes?" Richard teases.

Yang sticks her tongue out at him before leaning back and smirks at him. "As well as finding out that the man can cook and be sexy about it."

"Huh?" Richard asks, confused while starting the oven.

Yang looks away before he notices. "Nothing," she says, smiling and even loosens her clothing a bit more to let her body breathe.

"So got a call from Rachel. She will be here soon. She mentioned bringing more clothes since…you have been only able to wear those from the last two days," Richard says.

"Tell her I said thanks," Yang replies and looks around the house more.

"So, should we not inform her that you are from a show?" Richard asks.

Yang hums and slowly nods to herself. "Yeah. Lets not right now. Since I would think she would be troubled by last night."

"Two nights ago," Richard corrects.

Soon there was a knocking at the front door.

"I'll take it," Yang says, getting up and stretching where Richard looks over and blinks. Her loose-fitting shirt was hanging from her chest and left a large gap of air between her and the fabric while her pants were just small shorts that were a few sizes too big. She then walks over to the front door and opens it to find Rachel standing there with a bag in her hand. "Hey there," Yang greets and lets her in.

Rachel smiles and walks in before looking around. "Got her some proper fitting clothes. We got most of the area cleaned up, but we are keeping people inside. That includes you two."

"That, Rachel?" Richard calls from the kitchen.

"Yeah," Yang calls as Rachel pulls some clothes out for her. "How's the cooking going?" Yang calls into the kitchen as she picks up a few clothing options.

"Just started," Richard calls as Yang motions her to come in as she heads to the bathroom to shower and get dressed.

"Hey," Rachel greets, taking a seat at the bar of the kitchen.

"Hey. We didn't get all of them," Richard informs, concentrating on cooking.

Rachel sighs and hangs her head. "Yeah. That makes sense. It was so many, I don't think we got the ones that maybe were smart about it like wolves," she explains.

"Came after Yang. I found it at my house here. It ran into those distortions I told you about. So it might not be any more of my concern," Richard says.

Rachel shakes her head and lets it land on the table in front of her. "Goblins. Monsters fantasy goblins…but way worse. Why couldn't we get those level types that die by one hit? Why did we get the rape fest types?" she complains before groaning and holding her head. "We spent all night at that place. Those two are never going to recover either. And it's all because they are coming into our world."

"…so is that farmhouse going to get burnt down?" Richard asks.

Rachel slowly nods. "Yeah. Better this way. We are even tossing the dead goblins in there to get it all in one go and save us nightmares. How do adventurers deal with this crap?"

Richard sighs and thinks about it before shaking his head. "You know how you won't know a murder has happened until it is reported?"

Rachel starts to get a fainting look in her eyes. "Yeah…"

Richard slowly nods his head. "I guess these are the untold tales."

"So, how is Yang doing, and you giving her board for now?" Rachel asks.

"Coffee?" Richard offers, holding up a cup to her.

Rachel slowly takes it and drinks away. "Thanks. I needed that."

"As for your question, she has been sleeping a lot recovering from the ordeal," Richard says, going back to cooking.

Rachel looks toward the doorway where Yang went at that. "I bet anyone would be like that."

"She asked if you were my girlfriend or wife," Richard says and watches to gauge her reaction.

Rachel coughs her coffee out and looks at him in shock.

"Yeah, Yang is a bit of a tease," Richard says.

Rachel keeps coughing before clearing her throat. "So…what the hell are we going to do now?"

"Have no clue," Ricard says before hearing the water cut off. "Also, Yang is very strong,"

Rachel smiles. "Yeah. I do not doubt that. She felt strong when I put the clothes on her."

'You have no idea how strong,' Richard thinks as he keeps cooking.

Rachel shakes her head before bringing her smile up again to keep calm. "So…what are your plans now?"

"Thinking on it still," Richard says before hearing a gasp.

Richard turns his head and sees Rachel biting her lip to shut herself up as Yang had sneaked up behind her and surprised groped Rachel's chest. Richard watches mesmerized as Yang gropes and fondles Rachel's breasts before the woman throws Yang's hands off of her. "What the heck?" Rachel complains and looks at the girl with annoyance and anger.

"Oh, loosened up a bit now?" Yang asks, smirking, having broken the gloomy mood now.

Richard slowly gulps as he looks at the former fake character and cop bicker while a blush forms on his cheeks. "Who wants hot sauce?! I'll put in some hot sauce for you!" he calls quickly to break the new awkward tension and returns to cooking.


A girl groans while looking at the forest canopy and spies the sparkling night sky. She has been working for a long time, almost a few days, to get this far, and it feels that she is nowhere near closer to finding her friends and getting back to Mistral. She is Blake Belladonna, and she is still trying to make sense of what had happened when they got on the train. Now she was wearing the same outfit she did when she entered Beacon, bow and all, which was doubly strange as she recalled letting this bow fall into the sea on her way to Menagerie. This could mean that whatever happened to her, it could have also had the same effect on Yang and the others. Speaking of which, Blake looks to the scroll in her hand and looks toward the signal strength of Yang's scroll. There is no official signal here, so she has this to go off of as a guide.

Blake stopped and took a break. Looking at the sun, she could tell it was setting now through the trees. 'I hope everyone is alright,' Blake thinks, looking at the scroll. She smiled as she was now at two bars, and if she got a little closer, then she would be able to call Yang's scroll, and it would be stable. She had tried this a few times, but the calls could never be completed at the range. What Blake didn't realize as she rested is there was now a pair of eyes on her.

Blake groans and turns her head around while she tries to rest up. The cat ears on her head flinch when they seem to sense something, but can't pinpoint it down. Blake sighs and opens her eyes again before starting to stand. She tries to look past the trees for anything out there that is noticeable, but no such luck. She is hoping she can find a road and use it to lead her to Yang. And right now, it's just walking and tripping on roots. Blake gives a snark and smile. Maybe when she meets up with Yang, she would have a fish ready.

Blake brushes herself off and shakes the dirt off her clothes before walking again. When she steps into the thick trees, her ears twitch and angle towards something behind her. Blake turns her head and looks towards the supposed noise and sees nothing but leaves and branches shaking in the cold wind. So she turns back to walking and takes another step over a branch. A crack of wood catches her attention, and Blake turns her attention beside her now. The forest seems to close in on her as if the whole place is out to get her. But it didn't seem like it since she keeps hearing something out there.

Blake was about to move when she notices a dark shadow disappear behind a tree. She gasps and reaches for her sword, but by then, it was too late. Her ears turn toward a sharp growl, and she turns her head before being pressed against the bark of the tree. Her cheek rubs against the rough wood while another force presses against her spine in a painful grab, almost digging through her skin to hold her still. A rugged smoky breath washes over her as she hears breathing against her ears. A set of claws dig against her skull and her spine, holding her still and threatening to squeeze and kill her. Blake's set of B cup breasts were split against the tree to protect itself before a large form presses up against her ass.

Blake grits her teeth and painfully turns her head, scraping her skin against the tree, and finally sees her captor. A massive lumbering beast that seems to stand six feet or taller looms over her as the strong muscled and defined arms clench and twitch while keeping her still stares her down and seems to size her body. Blake's eyes trace over the features of the beast and start with the bared fanged muzzle before looking towards the pointed ears. Then her vision moves downward and sees the chiseled chest among the heavy coat of fur that she must imagine can throw her quite a distance. A sizable fluffy tail wags behind it, and then her eyes were drawn to something she couldn't believe. A throbbing and pulsating piece of flesh that is as long as her arm and growing from his crotch that was pointed at the tip and had a bulge at the end that was bigger than her fist. The tip leaks out precum and splashes against her clothing, soaking it in and leaves her feeling hot and cold when the wind blows over them as the precum touches her skin. The creature pushes her head harder against the tree, and a claw hooks the rim of her white shorts and pulls them down, tearing them a bit as it did so and, along with it, pulls her underwear as well.

Blake struggles in his hold before a claw against her spine, stopping her cold. She whimpers and tries to stay quiet, not to give it the satisfaction of hearing her. But it didn't care and reach down to grab his leaking tip before pushing between her ass cheeks. Blake lets out a mewl past her bitten lip as she felt the warm cock slide in, and the tip leaks precum onto her ass. She then yelps when it growls and pushes his hips in, letting the tip slide in and spreads her apart. Blake's whole body clenches as the beast keeps pushing in. Her inside felt like they were on fire as the cock invades her intestines and rubs at every inch of it. The precum is leaking inside her, making an excellent lubricant to help it along, but it is too much for the cat faunus. Her teeth are clenched, her fingers curled, and her knees shake against the tree.

The monster starts to grunt, his hips flying as he struggles to get inside her to the base and lock his knot inside of her, but it seems this girl is tighter than anything else he has fucked. The werewolf howls as his pulsating cock poke at her stomach, letting his tip show through her stomach as a big bulge that throbs. Blake grunts when he slaps her ass, another grit of her teeth and drool runs down her chin as she feels the thing invade her insides. The wolf stirs them up and leaves her mind reeling as the throbbing seems to get worse and even more significant than before. Blake finally lets out a sharp gasp while she tries to relax. All before her clenching hold latches onto the werewolf and makes him howl in pleasure. Without his knot locking her in place, all that can be done is pressing it against her as deep as it can go and spew forth its hot load.

Blake gasps, and her mouth gaps open. The hot cum pumps into her stomach, and most of it starts to leak out of her down her ass and legs. The wolf lets his tongue hang out in bliss while he feels his large balls empty into his chosen bitch before he starts to drag his cock out. Blake grunts and feels it slowly move and leave behind a small sloshing bulge in her stomach. The cock slides and flops down to smack against her legs while her cunt feels it rub up against it. The hot waterfall of cum leaks down her cum splattered ass and down her legs into the pants and boots to soak them to the bone, which leaves only one painfully aware of what's going on.

Using this opportunity while her monster rapist recovers, Blake uses her semblance to get out of there, running through the treetops and now pulling up her shorts and underwear as she went. She needed to get to Yang. That was far more important than facing this…creature. The werewolf stood there, dumbfounded, trying to figure out what just happened. Was there never a female at all?


"Are you feeling, ok?" Ricard asks as he sits down beside Yang, having put the clothes he had just washed into the dryer.

Yang sighs while channel surfing through the TV. "Yeah…find any sign of my sister or friends?" she asks, wondering if they showed up nearby.

"…besides cosplayers? No signs of them, but with the chaos and the fact people from remnant are no different from people from my world. Minus the faunus features. They would just assume normal people," Richard says.

Yang sputters before stopping on a channel and throwing the remote away. "Damn it. I need to find Ruby and the others before something happens to them."

"…say if you find them…do you mind explaining to them the show and stuff rather than me? It's still quite awkward for me to explain it," Richard requests.

Yang smiles and looks at him. "Sure. I will explain a lot, but I think I can handle it. Just need a few examples, so they believe me and hurry it up."

"Also, did I have to wear this?" Richard asks, referring to the shirt she had gotten him to wear.

Yang smirks. "Why not? You look cute in it," she points out, poking the image of her in a badass pose and some Japanese characters over it. "Plus, it showcases me. That's a bonus," she laughs as he slumps in despair.

"But it's awkward…" Richard stops, realizing she was leading him along to embarrass him for her amusement.

Yang grins and punches his shoulder in jest when he winces in pain from it. "Yep. Since you are a fan, this will be tons of fun and lots of material to work with. I mean, it's not like you also know my body measurements or seen me more naked than after the goblin trouble," she says dismissively, and he winces at the fact that he does know more, but shuts his mouth not to give her more material to work with.

"Well…you remember when you camped at mountain Glenn?" Richard asks, making Yang recall what feels like a lifetime ago now.

"What about it?" Yang presses, wondering where this is going.

"Well, this is quite the experience, isn't it? Here you are in a world where there is no grimm or might have them now. That is quite different from your world," Richard says, giving her a bit of a smile.

Yang giggles and smiles. "Yeah…got what I wanted," she says before sighing and lying back in her seat. "And I experienced almost every bit of it."

"Well, I will help where I can," Richard offers.

Yang slowly smiles again. "Thanks."

Richard smiles a bit when Yang's scroll starts to ring. "Yang? Your…phone is ringing," he points out, and Yang scrambles for it immediately.

Yang keeps trying to press the answer before it brings up Blake on the other end of the line. "Blake! You're here!" she cheers, quickly getting up and starting to look for her gauntlets.

"Yang! Thank goodness," Blake says as she kept running through the trees. "Where are you?"

"I am staying in a small town. One of the residents is letting me stay with them," Yang says before bringing up the scan function to see if she can spot Blake's signal. "You are heading right for the town. Keep going that way. I will meet you outside of town," Yang informs, and Richard gets up, getting his rifle.

"Sure. But hurry Yang. There are some crazy things other than grimm here," Blake warns. "Just had a run-in with one."

"Is it short and green?" Yang asks, activating her weapon and Richard hearing this starts loading in rounds.

"No…more like a beowolf. Expect bigger…and muscled," Blake adds at the end as an afterthought.

"Great. Fucking werewolf. That is just what we needed," Richard says.

Yang turns her head at him when he curses up a storm before looking back at her scroll. "Okay, Blake, we'll meet up soon. If you see a road, follow it. We'll be on it," Yang instructs.

"Taking the car," Richard says, heading to the garage and grabs the keys off the counter.

"See you soon, Blake," Yang says happily while rushing to the car as well.

Richard cranks the motor and takes off, following which way Yang points off. Richard was sure this was a stupid idea. He only had a rifle which he was mostly sure wouldn't do shit to the werewolf, and, unlike Yang or Blake, he wasn't that strong.

"Come on, Blake," Yang mutters, trying to spot her and keeps looking at her scroll to see how far she is but recognizes that she is only a bar away from her location.

"There!" Richard says, spotting movement from the forest as something was running from it, and Richard took his car off the road.

Yang hangs onto the dash as Richard drives towards the movement and out jumps Blake looking shocked and extremely exhausted. Blake looks down towards the vehicle and smiles when she spots Yang. She quickly lands with a slide and hits the hood to a stop. "Yang!" Blake cheers, looking happy to see her again.

"Blake. I am glad we found you!" Yang exclaims happily, getting out and hugging her.

"Uh…ladies. Incoming!" Richard says, bringing out his rifle and fires into the forest over their heads.

Both girls look over in time and see a black blur rushing out of the trees and rushes toward them. The werewolf growls and snarls as he tries to swing his claws down on the two, but misses when they push each other out of the way and stabs his claws into the hood of the car. This holds him in place long enough for Yang to start charging for him.

"Fuck you, asshole!" Richard yells, shooting at its face as the werewolf dodges out of the way of the bullet.

A clear ringing sounds out, and the werewolf snarls at him before being punched away when Yang smashes her fist into its face, sending the beast careening off into a tree.

Richard, seeing this, moves to Blake, thinking Yang had killed the beast. "You alright?"

Blake slowly nods and looks to the new face before looking shocked. "Move!" she yells, trying to push him out of the way. Richard, though, turns and sees the werewolf charging on all fours towards them, so Richard shoves Blake out of the way when her sword falls from beside him after she tries lifting it. Richard moves to take a shot at the beast, but it was closing too fast, so he moves his rifle to try and defend using it as a staff. However, the creature crashes into him and sends him into his car, smashing his window and part of his windshield as the vehicle lifts from the impact a little before landing on all four wheels again.

The werewolf smirks as it approaches Blake, who was getting up now. Yang spots Richard, who yells in pain on the ground while Blake struggles now to stand fully. Her eyes glow red as the werewolf turns to face the blond when he sees the intense energy behind him. Yang yells out as her hair glows bright yellow, and an aura appears around her before she launches herself at it. The werewolf raises its claw to swipe at her in response before Yang's fist impacts the claws, and it breaks apart into pieces. The monster didn't even have time to understand what had happened when its head was obliterated from the punch.

Yang keeps pressing hard before launching the werewolf's body off in a quick motion. The black blur of the wolf flies past Blake and smacks against a tree, a loud crack sound, out from it as it slides down the bent tree trunk and lands in a heap headless. The tree soon splintered and fell as well. "Richard!" Yang yells as she rushes to his side and looks over the man as he holds his left shoulder in great pain.

"Come on. Let's get you back. Blake, can you drive?" Yang asks, picking him up.

Blake nodded and moved into the driver's side. "Where is this from? An antique museum?" Blake asks, confused.

"Blake!" Yang yells, getting a 'Sorry' from her, and she starts the car before driving off. "Other way!" the car immediately makes a U-turn and drives back down the way Richard and Yang came from.