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Commissioned by Rashaan Butler.
Protection Detail Katastrophe
Part 01 – Breaking Rules
Rule#3 of the top 10 R.I.P Officers' rules: Always stay updated.
It has been about two months since Jacques Schnee has been taken into custody by the R.I.P. for human and Faunus trafficking as well as funding criminals across Remnant. The Schnee Dust Company has been under thorough investigation since and accomplices have been rounded across Remnant, but there's no word yet on just how many. With Jacques Schnee's arrest the civil unrest of Faunus has grown more uneasy as protests against the SDC are becoming more violent; the strike over at the Dust mines in Atlas are now on entering their second month and several Dust shops in both Atlas and Mistral have closed down until further notice.
As of currently the new head of the company is Mrs. Schnee, but there has been no word as of who will completely take it over though many anticipate it'll be his daughter, Weiss Schnee, whom we have yet to talk to. Until either of them officially steps forward the future of the SDC remains uncertain. This is Lisa Lavender—
Yang sighed as she shut the T.V off. Her mind kept revolving around her close friend and former teammate, but there was little she could do to help; R.I.P had already done its job – or rather, Ruby had – and all that was left was cleaning up the company from Jacques' ilk.
With Jacques Schnee – the biggest supporter of the Anti-Faunus laws – gone, Atlas and Mantle might just finally have a real chance to change for the better. Good.
She smiled to herself as she headed out, her heart swelling with pride over her little sister. The R.I.P was not short on talented members; where Ruby an outstanding agent, her older sister was a shining star.
Yang Xiao-Long - Codename: Wildfire - was as accomplished an officer as her little sister with a good eye and highly perceptive. As a high-ranked officer, supreme enforcer, AND a captain in the bounty-hunting division, Yang specialized in escort and protection-details as the hired muscle for people who needed it. It was also in her nature to stand up for those who could not.
Having graduated from Signal combat-school and Beacon academy with flying colours, she immediately signed up to R.I.P, the prospect of being able to travel across Remnant as part of the job appealing to her adventure-seeking tendencies.
In fact, with the exception of Weiss, the whole team had enrolled for R.I.P after graduating Beacon Huntsman Academy; Blake Belladonna had also joined as a prominent agent in the spy-division as well as Yang's partner…in all senses of the word.
She was her world. Her love since early Beacon years. Her rock.
Her everything.
Which was why it pained her that Blake – Codename: Shadowcat – was away in Menagerie working on a case, but she knew the higher-ups could not have sent a better agent; Blake was one of the best there was.
Yang cracked a lopsided grin. Blake was no doubt enjoying herself while there. Maybe she had found herself some cute Faunus lass to fool around with or maybe she was paying her friends and family a visit.
After all, they were in an open relationship. While they loved each other more than anything, they certainly did not mind sharing to indulge each other. Blake had even admitted at one point early on that she would have gotten it on with Ruby if the latter had not been so insistently infatuated with mocha-skinned ladies.
Now that would have been interesting.
Just like Ruby's fascination for dark-skinned beauties, Yang had a strong fondness for ladies with a bit of animal in them, specifically of the feline trait. Cat-ears, tails, it did not matter; it revved her engines like crazy. Blake was total hottie with ass for days and her mother was a total milf, though Blake had made it alarmingly clear that though their relationship was open, Kali was out of the question. Fair enough.
She filed that amusing thought of Blake and Ruby away for her mental spank-bank as she parked her trusted motorbike outside R.I.P's Vale-branch HQ. Now was not the time to get an erection.
She entered the building and took the longer route to her office to walk past her sister's. No luck today it seemed. Yang rounded the hallway corner—
"Oh, there you are Agent Wildfire."
She paused mid-step and cocked her head to the side to regard a certain short, mocha-skinned girl who eyed her with a certain passive-yet-stern gaze. Hey there, Chrono. Were you looking for me?"
"Yes. The Lieutenant tasked me to find you as you were not answering your Scroll, exactly forty-three minutes and twenty-seven seconds ago as of right now." She peered at her wristwatch. "During this time I sent an email eleven minutes and thirty-two seconds ago and attempted to call you on three separate occasions and was just about to pay a home-visit."
Yang rolled her eyes. The girl was sharp and had a good head on her shoulders, but her near-monotone, matter-of-fact voice and by-the-book, regimented personality had a tendency to get under peoples' skin at times.
Still, as always, she had a point.
"I forgot to turn my Scroll back on. My bad." She produced her device from her pouch and held it up for her fellow R.I.P agent to see as it beamed to life. "It's on now. See?"
"You should not have turned it off to begin with, Wildfire. All agents and officers need to be available at all times and should only keep their Scrolls on silent if absolutely necessary. Your tardiness will reflect poorly on your—"
Ugh.
"Yes I get it, Chrono. It won't happen again. I mean I arrived when I'm expected to start work, so it's not like I'm late."
"Your presence was needed forty-eight minutes ago," the beret-wearing officer stated.
Yang sighed. "You do realize I'm technically your captain, right? Cut me some slack."
"All the more reason as to why you should be setting the example for everyone else."
Okay, this was getting annoying.
"Right. Say, you wouldn't happen to have seen my sister by any chance?"
"Ruby—" The dark-skinned woman's eyes widened for a split second and she quickly cleared her throat. Interesting. "Officer Scatter is currently in downtown Vale working on a minor case, helping the local police.
Just like Ruby; always eager to lend a hand. "Alright. I'll visit the Lieutenant then."
"See that you do," the girl replied and offered a curt bow. "And please be mindful of your tardiness from now on. It reflects poorly on the rest of us."
"Yeah, yeah," Yang muttered back as she made straight for Calavera's office. At least she could tease the shorter girl about Ruby later.
Rule#5 of the top 10 R.I.P Officers' rules: Always be available when possible.
x.x.x.x
Yang stepped inside the office and saluted the older woman in charge in one fluent motion. "Lieutenant Calavera,"
"Oh, Xiao-Long. I was wondering where you'd disappeared to this time," the older woman jested as she motioned at the chair opposite of her desk. "Late night or forgot to charge your Scroll again?"
Yang sat down. "Had to turn it off and forgot to switch it back on. I've already head Chrono's spiel, just to let you know. It won't happen again."
"That's good then." Calavera chuckled. "I trust you had your reasons to turn off communications, but I required your presence a lot earlier."
"So I was told. Sorry about that…"
She hated to disappoint the Lieutenant, but the live-chatting with Blake well into the night had really drained the batteries of her Scroll – a lot faster than she had realized – and she had immediately fallen asleep afterwards, only charging her Scroll when she woke up. At least the Lieutenant didn't seem upset.
"Don't worry, this time it was only a minor inconvenience." The older woman smirked. "Let's get to brass tacks; you have an important assignment and I literally can't send anyone else but you."
"My assignment?"
"Yes. It was actually your partner who recommended you for this assignment. I'm not entirely sure how she got hold of this information, but I'm inclined to agree with her as you're the best we have for protection detail."
Yang's eyes lit up like stars. "Guard duty?! Escort?!"
Both of which implied that she got to get her hands dirty while protecting. What's not to like?
"Yes," the Lieutenant replied, amused. "It's all the way in Atlas though and while the higher ups usually would get the division situation in the same region, they had no objections once your name came up. You're one of the best and with Shadowcat's recommendation I couldn't possibly object to this."
"Thanks, Blake," Yang said to herself with a smile. Then it hit her. "Wait, are we talking about Atlas-Atlas, or Mantle?"
The older woman leaned back. "Atlas-Atlas. Your client is the only child of the Katt-family; a wealthy socialite who has been receiving numerous death-threats. At first it was thought to be the work of a stalker and was classified as Level 4." She sighed. "However the Atlas R.I.P department has classified this as a Level 7 when the Katt family recently held a rally for Faunus rights and someone opened fire. No casualties have been reported, but the father is in the hospital for bullet-wounds in the arm. We assume those were meant for his daughter who was the one spearheading the rally."
Yang grimaced and crossed her arms. "Thanks, Blake…" she repeated bitterly. While it was admirable that a wealthy family in main-city Atlas stood up for Faunus equality,(despite unfortunately being a rather controversial thing to do in that kingdom) the idea of protecting a snobby, elitist, stuck-up brat did not sit well with her.
However, it was her darling sweetheart who had recommended her for the job and it was pro-Faunus after all…
Rule#7 of the top 10 R.I.P Officers' rules: Don't let personal opinions and beliefs interfere with the job.
"Welp, guess I'm going to Atlas then. I assume I'm to report to the Atlesian R.I.P office before I meet with the client?"
"Indeed. They are currently investigating the case as to who the shooters are; you are to guard the target until they are done. Keep her safe, be accommodating to her needs unless it goes against safety-protocol, and stay vigilant at all costs. Got it?"
Yang immediately got up and saluted with a toothy grin. "Yes ma'am! At what time is the flight tomorrow?"
"Your flight is in two hours, so I would hurry back home and pack if I were you. Make sure you've got Dust-ammunition and everything else before you go."
She blanched. "Two hours?!"
Calavera chuckled. "Maybe don't let your Scroll die next time, Wildfire~"
x.x.x.x
The airship ride to Atlas had been less than ideal, but at least she had arrived to the frozen continent relatively safe and sound, if not sleep-deprived (different time-zone as well as children crying the whole flight in surround-sound. Thank you, useless moms!)
Seeing Atlas in person for the first time, however, made up for the horrible flight; she had not expected the metropolitan city to float in the sky, much less being so vast. It was like a blue ocean of towering skyscrapers with advanced, almost-futuristic technology that made Vale look like a joke.
It also alarmed the brawler how the city of Mantle was living literally in Atlas' shadow. From the looks of it in the airship, Mantle was the polar opposite.
Reminding herself of her job, Yang made her way to her temporary abode, the Atlesian R.I.P HQ.
x.x.x.x
The station was quite different from Vale's but it came as no surprise; Atlas loved to flaunt their technical prowess after all. Still, it was nifty, Yang had to admit.
As she changed to her new getup – khaki coveralls with gold zippers and belted straps for the arms and legs and one zipper in the front, a fur-trimmed baggy, black crop jacket, tall, black boots with black laces, her old orange scarf and a purple one tied around her right leg, and a low-cut white shirt underneath – Yang wondered what kind of snobby brat this `Neon Katt´ was. Was she the type to automatically look down on everyone because she had money or was she daddy's spoiled little princess? Worst case scenario Neon was a whiny kid who talked the talk about Faunus equality, but didn't actually do anything and only wanted peoples' attention.
She did not look forward to this. Hopefully R.I.P could find the perpetrators quickly so she could get back home.
Then again, it was not all bad; as she glanced around the room, eyeing the various female officers, agents, and workers of the Atlas branch she produced her Scroll from her pocket.
The fellow Enforcer and gentle giant, Elm Ederne, - Codename: Yggdrasil - was a tall, buff woman who as tough as she was loud. Then there was agent Harriet Bree, - Codename: Bolt – a slim bombshell of a tomboy with a competitive spirit and a voice you'd want to whisper sweet nothings into your ear as she fucks you like a tomcat.
Both of which with a brown-tan/dark complexion; a couple of pictures sent to Ruby with the text `Jealous?´ and Yang had something to look forward to later.
Once done with preparations, she rode Bumblebee to the address she had been given by the Chief back at the station. It came as no surprise when it took her straight to the heart of Atlas; mansions as far as she could see, each more grand than the last as if everyone was trying to one-up each other and the Katt family home was no different with its grandiose gates and marble statues.
The path from the gates to the massive front door was that of elegant glass-like tiles framed by flowers. Guards stood by the door and gate, hired to watch the mansion while Yang was the daughter's personal guardian.
Flashing her ID to the guards, she was let inside the white-tiled home. It screamed of excessive wealth and unnecessary living expenses, but that was what she had expected. She rounded a corner and into a spacious room with several doors and a single spiral staircase—
"Oh my gosh! Is she here?!" someone called from above and immediately there was a bright, rainbow-trail sliding down the railing of the staircase followed by a loud, bubbly giggle. The trail continued its path and flew off from the end of the railing only to speed around the open room, circling Yang repeatedly until it finally came to a stop right in front of her. "You're different from what I imagined! Kinda top-heavy, but hey, you won't hear me complain!"
Yang, taken aback, did not even realize that her jaw hung open. The young woman in front of her had a light complexion, moderate red-orange hair styled into two hair-buns, and parts of her bangs had light-blue streaks and she stared at her amusedly with those green eyes as if she was a joke!
It was perplexing! On one hand, Yang's charge was already annoying her to no end, but on the other hand, the girl was strikingly attractive. How was she supposed to react to the cute oddball?! As if it wasn't odd enough that this supposedly wealthy socialite was not what she had expected at all.
"Earth to Yang Xiao-Long. Helloooo?" The girl snapped her fingers in front of the blonde's face. "Are you really my personal escort with the way you're giving me the thousand-yard stare? You're kind of a thicko, aren't you?"
Yang quickly pulled herself together and hid her ire. "Right, yes. Sorry, you just threw me off is all. I'm Yang Xiao-Long of the Vale R.I.P division. I'm here—"
"-As my bodyguard, I knooow." The girl rolled her eyes. "Like, I'm already aware, thank you. I didn't realize that Blake's girlfriend was this slow."
It was too much to take it: the girl's appearance, her rather unusual demeanour, and practically everything she said. "Wait, what was that?"
"You're Blake's girlfriend, right?" the girl said next. "She promised me she'd have a word with R.I.P to send you, the best of the best in protection detail. I expected someone more attentive." She giggled and circled around Yang with her- …was that rollerblades she was wearing? "The Katt and Belladonna families go way back and I trust Blake, you know?"
Yang crossed her arms, following the girl with her eyes alone. "Funny, she hasn't mentioned that at…"
Her words trailed off. As much as her mind was preoccupied with this newfound information, her eyes were glued to her charge's waist – more specifically, what was poking out behind the girl's waist.
She should have seen it coming. `Katt.´ The cat-bell collar. The white, cat-themed cropped jacket with fingerless gloves as one piece with cat-paws.
The fricking cat-tail covered in pink fur!
This girl was a Faunus - a feline Faunus at that.
Her common sense drained away as she shifted uncomfortably as a result from the sudden strain against the lower parts of her coveralls.
This wasn't fair.
"She didn't? That's cold of her, but she did recommend the best of the best, so that's something." The girl came to a halt right in front of the brawler, straightened and held out her hand. "The name's Neon – Neon Katt; cool like the rain and hot like the sun! Don't wear it out unless we're in the bedroom!"
Yang's face flared up as she ignored the comment.
Rule#6 of Guard Duty: Remain focused on the task at hand.
"…Yang Xiao-Long. A pleasure to meet you, Ms Katt; as of today I will be personally escorting you until you are safe from the death threats."
"And I can't wait to get to know you, blondie~" Neon said with a wink. "Speaking of, I love your hair extensions! Where did you get them?"
Yang's brow above her left eye twitched. "I don't use extensions. This is just my normal hair."
"Ooh, really? I love it though! Anyway, let me show you around; you need to know where everything is around here if you're going to protect me."
Between Neon's bubbly persona, annoying quips, perky 36C breasts bouncing around in that light-blue cropped top, and cat tail whisking about, Yang was unsure what to feel about this situation.
Begrudgingly and more than slightly turned on, but with her mind on her mission, she followed her client for the house tour. At the very least, she was happy that this socialite did not appear to be snobbish.
x.x.x.x
Okay so she wasn't snobbish, but she sure as Hell was a show-off!
Everything in their house was worth a fortune from top to bottom, but Yang's jaw dropped when she saw the little shit's bedroom; it was insanely big - bigger than her whole damn apartment meant for two people!
"And this is my bedroom!" Neon grandly exclaimed. "Isn't it nice?! I think most of our time will be spent in here unless we go out, but I'll make it worth your while~"
"With all due respect Ms Katt, I will need to be on patrol even if you're confined to your room. At best I will be outside by the door unless you need me."
The feline Faunus rolled her eyes and Yang had a feeling she'd see more of that before this was over. "Boooring. Why stay outside when someone could climb in through the window? I need you in my bedroom with me, Yang," she purred.
The same could be said for the suggestive remarks the girl kept throwing at her. Things were getting…uncomfortable.
Damn her for being a cat Faunus! Blake totally meant for this to happen – to get her in this situation where she could only look, not touch – that had to be it! Stupid, clever Blake.
"You have people manned outside, no-one is gonna risk getting caught by climbing all the way up to your bedroom. I'll remain just outside the room if you need me."
"You're no fun. Bet I can change that though~"
Nope. Not getting to her. "So what's the plan for today then?"
The smug, sultry look on her face dissolved as she clapped her hands together. "Oh, right! I kept waiting for you so I completely forgot I wanted to go shopping! I had something in mind I need to get."
"Okay then. I take it I'll stay in the back of the limo with you then or do you need me-"
"Do you have a car with you or something? Maybe a motorbike?"
Yang eyed her tentatively. "Yeah, I have a motorbike-"
"Great! Neon exclaimed. "Then you'll drive me downtown!"
Baffled, she stepped back. "W-Wait, what? No, hang on a bit Ms. Katt! It'll be a security risk to have you sitting on a motorbike and not in a car, not to mention that I only have one helmet!"
"I'm at risk even in my own home and a limo isn't as speedy as a motorbike. I don't have a helmet when I roller-skate either."
"That's not the point, Ms. Katt! It'll be safer if you're inside a vehicle in-case there's another shooting!"
"But if we're in a car, I don't get to hug you from behind and…" She leaned forward just enough to allow the brawler a view of her cleavage as she pushed her breasts up. "Make sure I don't fall off."
The indecisive feeling of annoyance and desire, of blood rushing up and down, couldn't be healthy for her. Normally the brawler had no trouble keeping herself calm in these situations, but this girl was something else! Brothers above, those perky tits could put Blake's to shame!
She steeled herself. "Ms. Katt, for your own safety I must insist-"
"You know what? I can still do that in a limo!" A Cheshire grin curved her lips. "In fact, we have a lot more room in a limo. We'll do it your way~"
Stifling the urge to groan, Yang merely nodded and followed her charge as the latter strode past.
x.x.x
The inner metropolis of Atlas was awe-inducing. From the skyscrapers to the streets, it was spotless and bustling. Every shop put Vale's most luxurious ones to shame and looked like you'd have to be a millionaire to even step inside. Then again, the floating city of Atlas was supposed to be the elite of elite wasn't it?
Agent Bolt was driving the limo, but Yang had to stay in the backseat with Neon and the little brat – who was technically a year older, apparently! – could not for the life of her sit still.
"So how's Blake anyway?"
Nor would she stop asking questions.
"She's well."
"Good to know. You're not really much of a talker though. You keep giving me short answers."
"I can't be distracted is all," Yang curtly replied. Truth was, she already was distracted by her charge's cat-tail fluttering about and it took nearly all her willpower to not let blood run south, let she has to explain the growing outline. "It's not personal."
Neon giggled. "Blake did say that you would be like that."
She eyed the redhead curiously. "Riight…I was told it was Blake who recommended me for this job. I assume you two talked prior to that?"
"Why yes we did," Neon replied and slid over up against the brawler and practically leaned against her shoulder. The concept of personal space did not seem to exist to her and Yang immediately went rigid as the alluring fragrance hit her nostrils. "We keep in touch every now and then and your name tends to come up at times. Blake likes to brag you know?" She smirked and wiggled her eyebrows. "Eventually she confided that you were the best of the best for guard duty and so we had a little arrangement."
Fighting off the heat that threatened to creep up on her face, Yang cleared her throat. "R-Right. I see."
"What are you blushing about, girlfriend? Is it hot in here?"
She shook her head. "No, I'm fine."
"Thinking something you shouldn't? Because I don't mind~"
"I am not and I don't know what you're getting at. Please sit down."
The girl pouted (and she somehow looked cuter because of it) and crossed her arms, but her expression soon greatly shifted; a little red flag went off in Yang's mind as her charge then climbed over-
"Ms. Katt, what are you-?!"
-Right into her lap and made herself at home.
"You told me to sit down so that's what I did. What would be safer than in my guard's arms?"
The cheeky tongue sticking out and her lopsided smile that followed should've made Yang bristle…if it wasn't because Neon was sitting on her lap.
Those dark-blue shorts hugged what little she could see of her charge's…posterior. The sensation of it firmly planted squarely on her lap, however, did not go unnoticed, and with the base of the tail just above clearly visible and the rest of it swaying right in front of her face, only made things hard- difficult.
Very difficult. Straining, in fact.
The little vixen peered at Yang over her shoulder and blew a little raspberry. Apparently she had a tongue-ring piercing; a small band likely made out of a stainless, rust-proofed material with a smaller pink stud.
Sexy.
"I won't be able to do my job if you're gonna weigh me down. No offense," she quickly stated. "Sit back down on your seat, Ms. Katt."
"Fiiine." She slid off her and sat down a good arm's length away with crossed arms and a pout sullying her face. "Are we there yet?"
"In a minute, ma'am," agent Bolt replied back from behind the screen, to Yang's alleviation.
Sure enough and without any further hijinks, the car came to a gentle halt. Hopefully, Yang thought, the rest of the day would go without further…incidents. Neon would surely be preoccupied by the shopping to do anything.
x.x.x
How foolish she had been to think that.
While it had been nothing unusual about accompanying Neon around as she went from one luxurious clothing store to another in the gigantic, extravagant shopping mall, the feline Faunus had exploited Yang's job to the fullest.
"So what do you think of this bra?"
Yang, hot around the collar, shrugged her shoulders as she intensively stared at the wall. "It's…okay."
"You're not even looking!" Neon said accusingly.
"I shouldn't be – I should be just outside for a clear view."
Outside where she couldn't ogle the little minx in her half-dressed state.
"Hmph, you should get a clear view of this instead." There was some shuffling of clothes and she could just barely catch what Neon was changing into from the corner of her eye. "What about this then? It's just a t-shirt."
"Ugh, fine."
She turned to her charge, arms crossed. The t-shirt looked ordinary enough (or as ordinary as they come for wealthy Atlas) with its pink and rosy-red colours, but its deep v-cut quickly got her attention. Furthermore, the girl's bust seemed a lot freer and somewhat bouncier than earlier...
Yang reared her head away as heat flared up in her face. "You're not wearing a bra."
"Glad you noticed," the girl said and snickered. "Enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"That's it; I'll be waiting outside until you're done."
"Pfft. What a bore. Here I am like a rainbow, colourful and fun and you walk out. You're no fun."
She dismissed the comment and left the booth with sigh. Of course she had enjoyed it, but this was her job!
This day couldn't be over fast enough, but hot damn if Neon's rack didn't fill out that t-shirt nicely.
x.x.x
After a few hours of shopping later, the girl had finally decided that it was time to return home with a few bags under her right arm, a few more carried by her tail, and a single one in her left hand.
"I know it's not my place to ask, but was all of this necessary?" Yang inquired as she opened the limo door for her charge.
The Faunus beamed at her. "Of course! There were loads of cute and funky clothes that I wanted after all and I even got something special for later!"
"´Something special for later´?"
Neon winked at her. "You'll see eventually."
Yang shot a puzzled look before dismissing her charge's behaviour. She got into the car after her as the limo slowly hummed to life and moved.
And just like that the vixenish girl was ignoring her personal space again. "Sooo? How do you like it so far, girlfriend?"
"It's standard for me."
"It'll get better, trust me," she said and winked. "I'm going to need you everywhere, you know."
"I'm well aware of how protection detail works, Ms. Katt."
The Faunus let out a silky purr. "Oh I bet you do, but I might not feel safe unless you follow me everywhere. Might even need you to accompany me in the shower…You know, for protection."
"I'll be waiting outside if that's the case."
Neon shot her a challenging look and scooted back to her seat. "I suppose you will."
Yang sighed and adjusted her neckerchief.
Once they returned and entered the mansion, Yang approached her charge.
"Say, where's the closest bathroom in this…place?" She looked around. "I can't tell which is what."
"Down the hall, first door to your left," Neon replied and smirked. "Too much stimulation?"
"Hilarious, Ms. Katt."
Yang ventured down the hall and found the first door to her left. Clearly marked as the bathroom, she entered it and immediately let out a loud groan.
Fumbling with the front, lower zipper of her coveralls(custom-added for bathroom needs), her mind was invaded with vivid images of the little minx; from the moment they met to the changing booth, and all that flirty teasing culminating…
She whipped out her cock and began to furiously pump it.
x.x
And so time passed for the indecisive officer. So far she had just followed the Faunus girl around the mansion and the city, kept her safe as she accompanied her.
It would – and did – surprise her how much she'd come to enjoy the girl's company. The more they talked, the more Yang managed to open up to her, probably because of Blake's influence on this job.
"Say, what kind of music do you like?"
"Music I can dance to," Yang replied. "Anything that gives me an adrenaline rush as I own the dancefloor pretty much."
"Oooh! So like, high energy stuff? Club-music, dance-punk, techno, that sort of music?"
Yang gave her an approving look. "Yeah…you into it too?"
"I live and breathe for it when I'm not roller-skating," Neon said, batting her eyelashes. "I know a good place, too. Well, few of them actually, but you'd love one in particular."
Yang perked up and fully turned to her charge. A fellow dance-club patron was a good sign in her book. And the vivid image of Neon dancing turned rather steamy. If she was even half as into it as Yang was then this could be interesting.
"Didn't take you for the type, but you don't seem like the person who would listen to classical music to begin with. Colour me surprised, Ms. Katt."
"You can call me Neon, you know."
Yang shook her head. "Sorry, but this is strictly professional. `Ms. Katt´ it is. Still, you should tell me about this place before my job is done. You piqued my interest and I might check it out before I leave."
"Have I now? Well that's certainly good to know. You'd be surprised what else we might have in common, Yang."
She couldn't help but to smile at that. Perhaps this girl was alright after all.
"I imagine I'd be. But let's go back to the dance-club stuff."
x.x
The next day came and went.
"So, tell me, Yang; is Blake still reading those pornographic novels of hers?"
Yang snickered. "Yeah, but she keeps insisting that it's just non-graphic erotic literature, but I've managed to skim through one of them when she thought they were safely hidden and let me tell you; they're nothing but graphic!"
Neon burst out laughing and Yang joined in the mirth. "Oh my gosh, really?! She still hasn't changed! What a closet pervert!"
"Heh, not so much when we go to bed." She flashed her charge a grin. "She sings a different tune then."
"You braggarts fit so well together."
"Well—"
Her Scroll emitted a jolly tune – custom-picked for a certain family member. Yang glanced around, checked if the coast looked clear, and turned to Neon. "Would you mind if I-?"
"Not at all, I need to visit the little ladies room anyway," she replied and promptly left.
Appreciating the privacy, Yang accepted the call. "Heya, Rubes! What's up? Oh yeah, that?" She chuckled. "What can I say? I figured you've be envious; Harriet and Elm, their names by the way, are real cuties. If you want, I could give them your number and see where that goes~" She paused and smirked to herself. "Your reply was kinda slow this time around, little sister; usually when a woman with dark complexion is involved you're all over that in an instant- Huh? You did? For who?"
Her expression fell as did her lower jaw. Her eyes widened as she almost glared into her Scroll.
"You got— with WHO?! No no no, I absolutely refuse to believe that! You're lying! Don't you dare laugh, Ruby Rose! I want proof if you're gonna tell me shit like that or else I'll— No, I won't take your word for it! Proof or it didn't happen!"
Then she waited. Impatiently so. Finally, a small chime emitted from the Scroll and she glued her gaze to the picture that had been sent, eyes wide as saucers and her jaw hanging open. "No…No I refuse to believe it! You and—! That's—! I mean—!" she stammered out loud. "How the fuck did you end up with her of all people?! That's not fair! I'm stuck here in cold Atlas and you— Hey what did I just say about laughing?! Don't you dare hang up on me, I demand details! Can I get her number?! Hello…?"
Yang fell to the floor and stared blankly up at the ceiling, Scroll in hand and call ended.
"Ruby, you little shit…"
Sometimes, life wasn't fair.
x.x
A few more days passed.
"And you still haven't found anything?"
"Negative," officer Clover responded from the other side of the Scroll. "We managed to catch one of the assailants, and after Yggdrasil's convincing methods, he spilled the beans I'll send you pictures of his friends, but know that they've hidden themselves and are avoiding going home. The Katt family are still in danger so we need you to keep a close eye on their daughter. They might try another attack or to kidnap her. Our agents are keeping her family safe, but-"
"I need to remain at Ms. Katt's side for now. Got it. Things have been calm on our end, but we try to not stray too far or too long outside just in case."
"Good. We'll be in touch as soon as we know more. Keep it up, Wildfire! Over."
"Right back at ya, FourLeaf. Over and out."
The call ended and she let out weary sigh. The assailants were still out there and she had been here a little over a week. There was no telling where they were or when – or who – they would attack again. She didn't want to think about it – she couldn't think about what would happen if she failed; protection details didn't always end well, but this was her lover's friend who was on the line! She couldn't fail Blake any more than she could fail this mission.
Rule#2 of Lieutenant Calavera's personal Code: Don't get distracted by `Possibilities´
This of course meant that Yang would have to remain in Atlas even longer—
"Hey, why the gloomy face, Yang?" The pretty girl stood in front of her all of a sudden with a bottle of soda in her extended hand and a playful smile on her face, tail fluttering from side to side. "No one likes a girl who wears a silly frown, you know. Just wear a smile and you'll turn it all around.~ That's what I always say."
—And she was entirely okay with that.
And not just because of the nice view of her charge's cleavage right now.
x.x
A few more days went by without incident. Normally that would've been souring Yang's mood, ever the thrill-seeker, but Neon wasn't an ordinary client, she was Blake's friend. She gladly took boredom over risks in this case.
Neon was of the other mind-set.
"A roller-rink you say?"
"Yeah, it's the coolest!" Neon exclaimed from behind the Mistral-inspired, holographic screen divider. Thankfully she had at least the modesty to not change right in front of her bodyguard (though Yang was a bit disappointed). "The locale is the largest this side of Remnant and my favourite spot! I'd love to show you it!"
Yang snickered. "I'll be sure to take a long look whenever I'm not watching you."
"I knew you couldn't take your eyes off me, Yang~"
She scoffed playfully. "I'm your bodyguard, Ms Katt! It's kinda my job to keep an eye on you, remember?"
"For sure, that's a perk isn't it? Enjoying the view?" The Faunus giggled. "This date is going to be awesome!"
Yang rolled her eyes good-naturedly. She liked the sound of it: date. Maybe when the job was done, but for now she was solely focused on her work. "Let's just get one thing straight, Ms Katt; this isn't a date. I'm—"
"We'll see~"
"-Accompanying you as per usual and that's about it. I can't have you getting hurt or worse just because I'm neglecting my duty."
"You need to relax a little~" Neon replied. The gentle sound of fabric slapping against skin didn't go unnoticed by the blonde. "Mhm. Perfect. Anyway, I'll be bringing an extra pair of rollerblades."
"What for?"
"Well I can't teach you how to rollerblade without them, silly!"
"Teach me how to-" Yang trailed off. "What did I just tell you? I'm supposed to be protecting you, Ms Katt! I can't move around with rollerblades and whoever attacked you isn't going to let me change back into my boots."
"It's been a week already and nothing has happened. Don't worry about it."
"The assailants are likely aware of where you like to frequent. We shouldn't be going in the first place. At the very least we should bring an extra guard or two."
Neon groaned. There was some rustling from behind the screen, followed by a louder slapping against skin. "You can be such a bore sometimes, I've been cooped up in this house more than ever. Don't worry, there's more to this evening, but that's a surprise. You'll love it for sure. Try it, you'll see. Just be more like me and we'll have fun every day."
Tch. "I'm still not sure about this. I think it would be for the best if we kept you here where it's safe and-"
The holographic screen divider dispersed as Neon slid forth on her rollerblades, but it was not her footwear or the glow-sticks by the girl's waist that caught Yang's attention, or made her mouth dry up. Her heart nearly leapt out of chest at the sight and pulse quickened by the second, the stirring in her loin uncontrollable and true to what she felt upon seeing the spunky Faunus.
The Faunus looked a lot more revealing now; the cropped jacket was gone and the shorts with straps had been replaced with a pink combat miniskirt with a white belt and buckle depicting a winking smiley-face. Her light-blue cropped tank-top and dark-purple bra remained and really accentuated her shapely, perky bust – they looked so tantalizing and begging for attention – and she had already put on pads for her knees and shins as well as bracers for her arms. Neon's hair was now done up into two pigtails, which suited her hyperactive personality. Was it wrong of Yang to immediately identify the hairstyle as a means to pull? And the stockings; fishnet ones, light-blue, same as the tank-top, immediately revved the brawler's engine.
For a moment she forgot why she was even in Atlas to begin with as she kept ogling the vixenish feline before her. Her eyes wandered briefly over exposed skin, noting the tattoo of a shooting star with a red, green, and yellow trail winds around Neon's right arm, her slender physique, and the valley between her tits.
It was a wet dream coming true, like lightning out of the blue sky.
"I know you said you need to keep an eye on me, but you're kind of making me blush here. Glad you like it though; I want you to look at me."
Yang tore her gaze away and turned her head completely with a scowl darkening her features, but Brothers above if Neon didn't look good – no, great! – right now.
The girl spun around and gave her bodyguard, who couldn't look away for long, a proper look. The fishnet stockings had back-seams; a small, but arousing detail that had the blonde chewing on her bottom-lip. Without the shorts, the creamy thighs just beneath the skirt were on full display.
Unf.
"Enjoying yourself?"
Yang immediately turned and stared at the other side of the room. "Not at all, Ms. Katt."
"If you say so," Neon giggled. "Do you like the stockings? I bought them especially for this occasion."
"…That's the thing you bought a few days ago? The `something special´?"
"And a few things more, but I won't spoil it."
The Faunus grinned cheekily at her. Could she read minds, was that her Semblance? Those stockings alone could have Yang on her knees given enough time!
She dreaded what else Neon had bought that time.
"So, shall we go?"
Yang steeled herself. "I don't think it'll be safe. I suggest you stay here."
"What if I promise you there's more to it than roller-skating?"
"…More, you say?"
"Uh-huh."
"I…dunno…" Yang replied. "Maybe if we don't stay too long, then I guess it would be okay."
"That's more like it!" Neon exclaimed. She slid over the room to pick up a medium-sized bag before she returned to the blonde. "There, all set! Can we take the motorcycle this time?"
They shouldn't; the limo was safer, but it would also give away that a wealthy socialite was on the move. The bike was quicker, but it would leave them open if something were to happen.
Yang relented, if only because of the prospect of Neon hugging her from behind finally got to her. "Alright. Let's go then."
The ear-to-ear smile she received – a smile that could light up an entire room – was worth the risk.
x.x.x.x
While Bumblebee was a lot faster than a limo by far, it was also not the safest way of transport. Her charge seemed to enjoy herself though as she laughed and hollered from behind the blonde.
Yang drove almost zigzag past the traffic and skilfully navigated the streets. The locale was at the other side of the city, but Bumblebee took them there without any hassle.
A lot of people were out tonight, looking ready to have the time of their lives. Most of them were seemingly congregating at the locale Neon was talking about, to Yang's surprise. Was roller-skating that popular in Atlas?
"You're going to love it!" Neon exclaimed as she jumped off. "Roller-skating is nowhere near as difficult as people claim! I've never lost my balance."
"Yeah, well, most people don't have a tail to maintain it," Yang shot back with a lopsided smirk. The shared a laugh while she parked Bumblebee. "I will only try it once, but if I don't like it I'll quit before you can even say—"
Her Huntress-senses kicked in, her instincts screaming at her and kicking in as the sharp noise of a bullet piercing through air alerted the blonde just in time for her to block the projectile with her left Ember Celica. The gunshot echoed throughout the area as people screamed and fled wherever they could.
"Ms. Katt, hide behind Bumblebee!"
Yang immediately spotted the gunman – or rather, the woman – who was running at them, ready to fire. A second one, a male, stood further back with what looked like a rifle and two more, also male, with either batons or bats as weapons. She recognized their faces immediately and just as she had feared, they had waited for Neon near a place she frequented.
They were punks; couldn't be more than early or mid-twenties. Didn't look like Huntsmen, so they had to have smuggled in weapons. Maybe they were dropouts, but that still made them nothing but punks. It didn't matter.
They were delinquents who had attempted to kill a girl and her family – who hurt her father! – because of their race and for supporting the rights of the Faunus; all of this because of petty racism.
Yang saw red. Embers flickered around her. Her muscles went taut.
She dodged a bullet and propelled herself via her weapons towards the gunwoman, tackling her with enough force to slam her against the concrete. A quick yank of the gunwoman's collar, followed by a solid right hook square in the face, had the girl down for counting.
The man with the rifle took aim, but she took the bullet head-on. And the next, third, fourth, fifth. Good. Let him think he's achieving something for a second before she dished back all that damage twice as hard.
Then another man screamed from behind her and Yang spun around, crimson eyes wide with worry as her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. "Ms. Katt—!"
She saw a rainbow-trail speeding around. One of the men was frozen to the ground and screaming while the other was frantically swinging his bat against Neon's… glow-sticks?
No – those were two nunchakus and the Faunus was wielding them agilely, parrying and delivering blows as she was sliding all around the man.
"I've got this, Yang! Don't worry about me!"
There were a ton of questions she wanted to ask, but Yang filed it away as she took another bullet meant for her charge and sprinted towards the gunner. While she would normally bob and weave through gunfire she couldn't risk a stray bullet hit Neon.
She dashed and flew straight at the gunman as she punched the rifle out of his hands. Seemingly somewhat trained, the man threw a punch, but Yang ducked and answered with a quick upper-cut, followed with a Semblance-boosted elbow thrust right into his solar-plexus with a satisfying crack.
As the man fell to the ground Yang turned back to Neon, only to see both assailants with limbs encased in ice as she ran over. "Ms. Katt, are you alright?!"
"Hm? Oh, for sure! I can handle this much!"
"Yeah about that—"
A scream – shrill, blood-curling – stole their attention as the woman previously beaten came rushing at them, knife in hand.
Yang shielded Neon, arms ready to fire Ember Celica—
Neon darted past her in a vibrant trail of colour with speed rivalling even her sister, nunchakus disarming the woman as the Faunus circled around her; from what Yang could see, Neon struck the woman's legs, shoulders, and finally over the back of her head with a flurry of attacks before the woman finally fell to the ground a bruised mess.
"Uh…Ms. Katt, colour me surprised and impressed, but what the hell?"
The ginger slowly slid over to her with a sheepish smile "Well…long story short, I unlocked my speed Semblance when I was roller-skating as a kid and received basic training with nunchakus for some self-defence. My Aura is pretty weak though; it's mostly to use my Semblance, sadly!"
Yang scrutinized her charge. "This is exactly why we shouldn't have gone in the first place, but…I'm glad you're okay, Ms. Katt."
"All thanks to you. I may be speedy, but I'm not sure I could dodge out of gunfire. So… What now?"
"I've call to make and some punks to cuff up before backup arrive," Yang replied as she produced two pairs of Gravity-Bolas. "Hm. Looks like these four will have to share for now."
"You casually carry around Gravity-Bolas with you? Kinky!"
"Ms. Katt, please."
The idea did, however, prey on her mind for the rest of the night.
Once helped had arrived (thankfully with more Gravity-Bolas) and the assailants – who made up the rest of the gang of infamous racist hailing from Mantle – were taken into custody, Yang was pulled into the roller-rink locale by her charge before FourLeaf could have a word with her.
Like her Semblance, Neon was quick to drag the blonde, equipped with rollerblades, out into the rink.
It hadn't gone the way they wanted what with Yang falling on her arse for the umpteenth time and earning the ginger Faunus' mockery.
"You're only good at it because you have a tail."
Neon rolled her eyes and blew a raspberry. "Take a look at the humans around here. I don't see a tail."
Yang scoffed. "Whatever. Is this what you wanted? To see me fall flat on my ass?"
Neon pouted. "I wanted to have some fun with you by taking you to my favourite place in Atlas. You know, hang out, loosen up a bit and get out of my house for a change. I figured since you're my friend's girlfriend we could at least keep this somewhat informal and have some fun while you were here."
"…Does this really mean that much to you?"
"Well duh."
Rubbing her neck, Yang offered an apologetic smile. "Okay. Help me up, would you?"
Neon scoffed and held out her hand.
Once Yang got back up, still unsure whether she had it under control or not, she tried to do what Neon had told her earlier; keep her feet shoulder-width apart, toes pointing straight ahead. Then place one foot in front of the other, like steps, then build up to smooth gliding.
So far so good; she used her upper-body for balance as she picked up speed and glided forward.
"Look at you, finally getting the hang of it," Neon said with glee as she moonwalked up to the blonde at even pace. "Don't worry; rollerblading wasn't the only thing I wanted to bring you here for!"
Yang arched an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"The roller-rink is just a front for a secret and exclusive nightclub," Neon said and smirked. "Perfect for some dirty-dancing."
"No fooling? That's awesome!" Yang exclaimed.
"I knew you'd liked it! So, what do you say? A lap or two just to humour me and then hit the club?"
Yang couldn't help but to laugh. She had finally gotten to pummel someone, arrest the assailants, and to end the night with an exclusive nightclub on top of that? Couldn't possible get any better than that!
She glided past Neon with a cocky grin. "You're on!"
They spent an hour in the roller-rink with Neon naturally lapping past the blonde even without using her Semblance. Yang didn't mind; she enjoyed the company and the prospect of clubbing with Neon was putting her in a great mood.
Her restraint, unbeknownst to her, grew ever thinner.
x.x.x
When it was time to hit the club, Neon revealed what was in her bag; a pair of high-heeled sandals, bought when they had gone out shopping that time. It was a simple, but sexy detail that, together with the stockings garnered Yang's attention.
Thanks to Neon's influence they were taken through a corridor and down the stairs by an employee. The further down they went, the more of the reverberating music the blonde could hear.
The doors swung open and the thick air of the underground locale hit Yang like a bullet. It was like stepping into a new world; the nightclub was dark yet colourful in its lighting and the music made you want to dance right away.
They entered it with springs in their steps. Patrons occupied the dancefloor and the bar alike, bursting with energy and the smell of sweat and liquor.
Before they knew it, they were right in the middle of it amidst the ever-changing colours and wild rhythm. The environment was high energy; the colourful lights shifted and the music reverberated throughout the locale.
Yang's hair flew in all directions as she wildly danced to the beat; when it dropped, so did she. She pumped her arms and moved perfectly to the music, dropped close to the ground and sprung back up again when the beat was low. When the music slowed down so did her movements. Yang was in her true element and for the first time since she took on this assignment she felt at ease, strangely as it may sound.
Neon impressed her greatly with her dance-moves; like Yang she was in her true environment and owned the dancefloor with mischievous moves. She bucked her knees and got down as low as possible and rolled her hips for the blonde to see, even glancing over her shoulder with a coy smile.
Feeling herself loosen up and losing her inhibitions, Yang went with the flow; raised her arms, spread her legs a little, and snapped her fingers to herself in time with the tune as she slowly rolled her hips in turn towards the Faunus. Her eyes were heady and she could not help but to smirk over Neon's reaction to the silent invitation.
The feline girl smoothly sidled up against Yang; she was but an inch away from fully pressing up against her, mirroring the blonde's movements, rolling her hips in circles. It was undulating and slow, charged with heat and tension between them as their gazes roamed over each other in quiet, bold appreciation.
The beat changed; it was chaotic, free and the pair's movements adjusted as such.
Yang shuffled and dipped, her hair flowing wildly around her. Neon followed suit and gingerly kept as close to the blonde as she could when the lights faded a bit.
Through the crowd and the dark, the pair danced and moved to the rhythm until the brawler accidentally hit the wall. There were less people around what appeared to be a corner, but that just meant all the more room for them.
Yang felt Neon suddenly invade her personal space, pressing up against her lower body with raunchy shimmies and grinding. The Faunus was shimmying at her own pace as she bent over, the plump, heart-shaped ass grinding against her crotch. At first Yang didn't mind it; she ceased to dance and relaxed against the wall, revelling in the body-to-body contact as Neon kept rolling her hips circles, only to occasionally shift to twerking.
That's when she realized that the Faunus knew. Yang hissed from the straining down below as her cock, through the clothes, was perfectly aligned between Neon's butt-cheeks as the latter grinded and twerked against her bulge. She was fully aware of what the brawler was packing and, ever the vixen, teased her accordingly.
She dug her nails into the wall.
Neon suddenly stopped and straightened herself as she glued herself up against Yang's body. "Now I have definite proof that you want a piece of this Faunus ass~"
Yang didn't answer her. It was getting steamy underneath her clothes and her throat was dry.
"You see, Yang, Blake told me all about you," Neon continued, loud enough to cut through the blaring music. "Remember when I said she liked to brag? Well, it got to the point when I had to know what it would feel like to be in her shoes." She swayed her butt side-to-side, then up-and-down against her bodyguard's crotch. "And wouldn't you know it; Blake told me how your relationship is fairly…open."
Yang was breathing heavily, trapped between her duty and desire.
"At first, I was meant to make a surprise visit," she continued. "But with the threats and all I couldn't very well leave Atlas. You can imagine when Blake told me that you were the best of the best in protection detail. One thing led to another and…here you are." She pushed herself against Yang a little further before creating distance between them. "Blake expects us to do the dirty deed, you know. The assailants are gone, too, and I like to consider that your job is done."
Technically she was right. With the threat gone, Neon didn't need a bodyguard anymore, but it was not that simple. She had to make a report and Faunus was still technically her charge!
About to tell the girl just that, Yang felt something brush up against the front of her khaki coveralls. It moved gracefully and quickly, effortlessly fumbling with the zipper as her heart jumped up into her throat—
It brushed against her underwear and slipped through the hole. It was furry, but a fine, smooth coat and it wriggled against her cock and pulled it out through and into the open; wrapped around a few times and stroke it as Neon backed up against Yang once more.
"Let me help you take a well-deserved break…or should we consider this your reward for a job well done?" Neon asked with a husky utterance. "Mm… Blake wasn't exaggerating about the size." She dipped, buckled her knees and began to roll her hips once more, still stroking Yang off with her tail as she pushed her rear against her pelvis, and the brawler immediately trembled.
The feeling was unmistakable.
"Feels good, right? The skin-to-skin contact? Thongs really are great."
Her whole body stiffened. Trapped between her charge and a wall, out in public, with her cock out and stroked by Neon's tail, snugly pressed against the plump, thong-clad, heart-shaped rear as the Faunus twerked and grinded, Yang could barely breathe. The light was dim and shifting, and the music was blaring. Yet she heard her loud and clear, taunting Yang with that mischievous mirth in her eyes.
"What's the matter, girlfriend? Cat got your tongue?" She snickered almost drunkenly. "Cat got your cock~"
"M-Ms. K-Katt…We shouldn't…"
"I told you," her charge replied teasingly. "Call me Neon. You'll wear it out later, I'm sure."
Brothers above, her head was spinning. The stimulus was overwhelming and with her charge's intentions clear as day, supported by her own girlfriend no less, and her cock stroked and twerked on, Yang knew this was a battle she could not win. For all her inherited stubbornness, this wasn't a racist criminal or a terrorist; this opponent was wily and knew exactly what made the enforcer tick.
And her tail with its smooth coat was really generous with its touch.
Yang's breathing became ragged and raspy. She was sweaty. Her heart was racing wildly and she had half a mind to simply let Neon continue until she eventually ejaculated right there in a nightclub.
Her will crumbled.
Some battles were not meant to be won.
Her hands gripped curvy hips and pulled the Faunus close; let her hands roam, cupping clothed breasts and curves of her rear. Neon glanced back at her, equally surprised and looking like she had expected this. No doubt she had.
"Neon…" Yang uttered breathlessly. She could feel her charge's skin break into hives beneath her fingers. "I should…take you home. Curfew. You need to get to…bed."
The ginger vixen cooed as she tucked her guard's cock safely back. "Yeah…And just to be safe I should have you stay with me...right?"
"I insist on it." Her voice was throaty – needy. She couldn't take it anymore.
And neither could the Faunus. "Then let's hurry and get the hell out of here before I mount you in one of the bathroom stalls."
"I'd take you right here on the floor in front of everyone before we'd even get there."
They exchanged a single, brief, heated look, likely entertaining the thought before Yang grabbed Neon's hand and strode out of there.
The cold Atlas air did nothing to dampen the heat that poured over their bodies on the ride back.
x.x.x.x
They quickly got back inside the mansion. Aside from the bodyguards outside, there were no-one around at this hour. Having only made it as far as the room with their first encounter, Neon sidled up against Yang, eyed heavy-lidded and lips parting…
Yang stared back with bedroom-eyes, but ever the outstanding officer, a nagging thought, as if to steer her away from breaking the absolute rule, preyed on her mind.
Rule#1 of Guard Duty: Never engage in relations with your charge!
Inhibitions be damned!
As Yang felt her body betray her further and yanked Neon close up against her body, stared into green pools who lured her deeper, she could only think for a moment of how some rules were meant to be broken as eyes closed, lips grazed breathlessly, and the wanton kicked in in a single pulse-pounding leap.
The mere grazing of her lips had been enough to flare up Yang's desire. As she fully claimed those soft, pink lips in a fiery kiss it was as if she was swept up in a whirlwind and soared, her heart beating wildly as she did. She could practically feel the dopamine bloom through her and spurring her on. Their tongues wrestled and coiled for dominance, quickly settling for exploring each other's mouths and Yang was champing at the bit to do so and pull the Faunus closer. Their body-heats seeped through their clothes and suffused the air around them until it got uncomfortable, and the need to undress began to reach the surface.
Hands quickly got antsy and began to roam over clothed bodies, eager to find a way underneath be it for a hip or small of back it did not matter – all that did matter was the feeling of warm skin beneath their fingers, to cup and knead and scratch wantonly.
Yang's right hand found its way downward and slipped underneath the mini-skirt and had to agree with the Faunus – thongs really are great! – as she greedily palmed the full, naked curve of Neon's ass.
The wily cat broke off the kiss, her eyes heady and her breathing raspy. "You know…Perhaps we should take this to my bedroom instead? I wouldn't mind an audience, but maybe not the security guards. Or my parents." She cracked a sly grin and before the brawler could reply there was a familiar brushing against the lower half of her coveralls that smoothly and effortlessly pulled down the zipper…
Yang's face flared up as her body went taut. The chill air was brief as her cock was fished out, wrapped by the smoothly haired tail once more, and she sharply inhaled from the thrill of getting caught in the hallway. "Y-Yeah. We should."
Neon giggled and quickly pecked her escort's lips before she spun around, tail still wrapped around Yang's length. "Just follow me…"
Then she began to walk, heels clicking against the floor; with her barely-clad butt hidden beneath the mini-skirt and hips swaying from side to side sultrily, leading the blonde by her own `tail.´
"Could you hurry up?" she impatiently asked.
"Can't wait a minute?" her charge asked with a giggle.
"A minute is too long," she uttered back, breathless and impatiently.
Neon merely grinned, still walking with the sensual gait as she began to lead Yang upstairs…
As soon as they got to Neon's room they were all over each other; the door slammed shut behind them with a kick from the brawler as she pulled the girl closer. She took in her scent, her heat, and kissed her with unbridled passion that rivalled her first kiss with Blake. Yang couldn't keep her hands still and let them avariciously roam over her charge's body.
Neon mirrored her and reciprocated the hungrily kisses. Their tongues wrestled not for dominance, but because every fibre of the two itched and couldn't sit idle.
It didn't take long for the two to find their clothes to be a hindrance. The bracers and pads were the first to go, followed by the pair of Ember Celica. The miniskirt was next and then the tank-top fell to the floor as Yang threw off her jacket and pulled down the front zipper of her coveralls, letting the top fall and pool around her waist.
Neon's tail immediately resumed to coil around her bodyguard's girl-dick and played with it teasingly; stroked her off, tickled her balls and Yang's hidden honeypot behind them. She kissed her, nibbled on her lower-lip and trailed down Yang's throat as the enforcer fumbled with her bra. Likewise, the Faunus made quick work on the blonde's bra underneath the white low-cut short.
Impatience bested them; the bras were thrown across the room along with the shirt. The moonlight illuminated enough for at least the agent to see her charge's breasts in all their glory; perky and soft to the touch, capped with erect, pink nipples.
Brothers above, she just wanted to bury her face between them and suckle those rosy buds.
"I knew you were top-heavy, but oh my gosh," Neon stated as she pawed and massaged Yang's mounds. "Well-endowed both top and bottom. I'm a lucky girl~"
Yang smirked and pulled her in for a searing kiss as she trembled from the girl's tail-ministrations.
She couldn't possibly wait any longer. "Bed. Now."
Neon flashed her a coy smirk and stepped over to her bed. She pulled down her underwear and flung them across the room like a slingshot before she got to work on the stockings—
"Leave them on," Yang stated, almost commanded.
"Kinky," the Faunus replied and winked as she crawled onto the bed. Her high-heeled sandals were still on as well; Yang didn't mind. Once she was done undressing herself, only her neckerchief and lilac bandana around her leg were on.
Her mind reeled. There were a hundred things she wanted to do to the Faunus that she couldn't decide what to start with, but her gaze eventually settled on the apex between Neon's spread legs and her mouth watered.
Crowned with red-orange tuft of hair was a large, engorged clit and glistening, meaty labia lips, flushed a gentle scarlet with arousal and dripping with nectar.
Yang wasted no time as she strode over and dropped to her knees. The scent was irresistibly heady.
Without a second thought, with lust addling her mind, Yang pressed her face against Neon's muff—
"Mmh! Oh, Yang…!"
—And lapped at her slit with relish. The musky scent and the sweet taste drove her mad with lust; her tongue lapped a hot path, flicking the girl's sensitive bundle of nerves before she popped it into her mouth for suckling.
Neon's thighs quivered at either side of the brawler's head. The girl was mewling and writhed from the quickly rising pleasure until she squeezed those thighs around Yang's head to keep her locked in place as she convulsed from spikes of pleasure. She cried out, a tingling wave between her legs, and finally released her bodyguard from her hold.
Yang looked up, her lower face shiny with nectar as she panted. "A squirter, huh?"
"What can I say, I've needed this for over a week," Neon replied with a cheeky smile. "Sit down. It's your turn now."
The enforcer plopped down on the edge of the bed as her charge spread her legs and nuzzled up against the bobbing cock. The Faunus let out a quiet purr, her eyelids fluttering, as she did so before she gave the mushroom-head a lick-
Every muscle in Yang's body went rigid. The warm, wet sensation of a tongue against her phallus was one thing, but that piercing caressing her sensitive skin immediately had her appreciating body-modifications on a whole new level.
Neon circled her flexible organ around the mushroom-head before taking it into her mouth and applied suction. Her tongue and piercing flicked against it as she did before Yang's cock popped back out and Neon ran the ring against the urethral opening.
Yang clutched at the covers. "Oh g-gods…again…ahh…again…Keep doing that, Neon…aahh…oh fuck…fuck, keep doing that…"
"You like that, huh?" Neon teased. She kept going and alternated between light teasing and deep sucking; several inches slipped into her mouth and poked against her throat, but the Faunus took it like a champ.
Yang threw her head back and moaned. Neon sucked her off like a pro, but she didn't stop there as she ran her tongue down the underside and gave the blonde's balls a proper tongue-bath.
She suckled on those healthy, clean-shaved globes like she worshiped them. If the Faunus wasn't cupping them she was either stroking her bodyguard off or fingering herself as she nuzzled the seam of the sack.
And then she lifted them to lap at the hidden slit behind them. Neon could feel the brawler tense up above her as she ran her tongue along those lush labia lips; Yang probably didn't pay much attention to her feminine sex with the way she was quivering and squirming in her seat right now and the Faunus smirked as she drew nectar from the honeypot.
And like the tease she was, just when Yang was overstimulated from the mixed oral sex, Neon backed off.
"H-Hey! What gives?!"
"Wouldn't want you to finish so early, would we?" Neon taunted. She crawled back to bed and flipped onto her back, legs spread and her expression inviting as she patted her pussy. "Not until you've wrecked me harder than you ever did with Blake."
Lilac eyes flashed crimson as Yang immediately pounced at the girl and captured her lips.
They wasted no time; Yang guided her cock against the slippery lips of Neon's flower and obscenely spread those petals as she slowly pushed her dick inside—
"OH, Yaaaang…!"
—Until every inch was slowly sheathed inside the spunky Faunus' astoundingly tight feminine channel.
Yang's eyes nearly rolled back from the wet tightness; it was far snugger than Blake and the sensation almost had her blow her load right then and there as velvety walls clamped down around her lengthy cock. She shuddered. Muscles went taut.
"Finally…" she breathed out huskily. "Finally…!"
"You're so fucking big…" Neon squeaked out. She hooked her legs around her bodyguard and hugged the broad of her back. She quivered sporadically and mewled with an airy cry. "T-Take me! Ravish me, Yang!"
No further incentive was needed, but Yang complied nonetheless. She pulled out with a shiver as her muscled coiled before she slammed her entire length back inside and earned a shrill moan from her charge. A week's worth of pent up frustrations and desire burned through her body as she repeated the motions through a slow, but rough rhythm like a hammer against an anvil.
"OhfuckYang—!"
She slammed back in with a grunt.
"YES!"
A week's worth of getting teased began to show on her rough treatment. The girl wanted a dick that badly? Yang would plough this annoying, sexy little tease so hard she'd need a wheelchair when the blonde was done with her! Blake wanted this to happen so she'd give it her all!
"Brothers, you're so fucking tight, Neon!" Yang uttered with a sigh. "Feels so good!"
The redhead giggled in-between her bursts of moans. She clawed the blonde's back to the point that her Aura crackled from the strain.
They kept at it like bunnies, Yang keeping up the slow but strong thrusts as she busied soft lips with her own. They were right where they wanted to be, bodies melding together in a tangle of limbs and heat and fucking senselessly.
And yet it was not enough.
They rolled down onto the floor, scratching and groaning as Yang pounded her harder. They fucked against the wall as they knocked down a lamp and the nightstand, slamming against it and whittling down Yang's Aura with bites.
It became a mindless haze of lust, a fog of heat and sweat.
Time was forgotten, Yang had always prided herself on stamina and endurance and there was no telling how long they had been at it by the time they returned to the bed, with Yang on her back and feet over the edge and Neon riding her reverse cowgirl.
The Faunus was riding her like a bucking bronco, alternating between bouncing and riding her bodyguard's phallus vigorously and sheathing its full length before gyrating her hips. She had full control and kept her heeled feet firmly planted to the floor with a click as she focused entirely on her hip-movements skilfully.
Besides the amazing sensation and the scorching, pleasurable, sweet friction down below, Yang an accustomed, preferable view of a plump, heart-shaped butt rippling with each bounce and rolling of Neon's hips. It was not as perfect as Blake's, but it was damn close enough to warrant attention and her tail which swayed from side to side and curled up whenever the Faunus quivered with euphoria was icing on the cake. Yang could keep her hands to herself, cupping and smacking her charge's butt, felt her fingers dig into the soft flesh, as she played with the tail from top to bottom.
The bed-springs flexed increasingly as Neon rode her harder as her nails dug into the blonde's thighs. Thank the Brothers that the mansion was large enough or else her parents would definitely hear their litanies of moans and husky utterances of `more, more!´ and `Yes, yes, yes, YES!´
Amidst their tryst they tossed and turned even more, inseparable at their loins, in a chaotic dance of mindless rutting. It didn't take Yang long to assume her favourite position befitting her partner's nature and her own animalistic lusts with Neon on her hands and knees and the blonde right behind her.
"Ooohh!" Neon mewled and purred. "Fuck me like the animals we are, you dirty human!"
Yang merely grunted with a smirk. Between the view, the tail, and Neon's tight cunt, she was pounding away into wet heat and ever-growing bliss; it scorched a hot path through her body and singed her pleasure-receptors in its wake.
Her body was blazing like a furnace, her loins much more. Yang had a hand firmly gripping the girl's haunch and another pulling one of her pigtails as she pounded away with wild speed, eager to quench the heat suffusing at the point the two of them was connected. The strength behind her thrusts made the bed creak and slightly rock with her movements and Neon's cat-bell choker jingled loudly as the Faunus was fucked mercilessly.
Neon was moaning loudly—
"YES! YES! Don't miss that beat! Unf! Don't! Miss! That! Beat! Mmph! Dontmissthebeat!"
—Her voice growing raspier and shrill. Her strength seeped away with every second and her feminine channel was tightening and relaxing erratically from the reckless rutting. Pleasure spiked up in small, but strong waves which enveloped her body like a cocoon. Her skin cried out to be touch by those coarse, strong-yet-feminine hands, to be caressed as well as slapped while her maidenhood remained ravaged by Yang's cock.
"If only I'd met you before Blake did, you stud!" Neon called out. "I would've kept you to myself!"
Yang cracked a lopsided grin as she drove all of herself into the girl, balls slapping against her engorged labia. She threw her head back, her hair a golden curtain of flames, and groaned from the drumming pleasure that zipped along her length and churned within her taut balls.
Her pace, the bed-creaks, the jingling, and the moaning; louder and faster it erupted in a symphony of lust as the culmination of Neon's teasing and Yang's pent up feline-fetish desires reached a breaking point.
The blonde let go of the ginger hair and bent over like the dog she was as she hugged the Faunus and pawed at her breasts, still rutting into misty depths. Her Semblance active and euphoria unstoppable, Yang felt her body drain as her strength pooled into her frantic pounding.
She cried out, needy and high-pitched – something she had never done during an orgasm before in her life – as her strong climax, which was unlike anything she had felt before, bloomed like fireworks. Her eyes were clenched shut and muscles strained as her throbbing dick released thick, fertile cum deep inside the girl.
Neon let out a startling feline noise, her body shuddering uncontrollably from the torrent of heat inside and her own nerve-tickling bliss. The Faunus' eyelids fluttered, her face twisted with pleasure, looking like the cat that got the cream.
Tightly embraced, the pair rode out their crashing bliss. They convulsed against each other, muscles taut and pleasure rupturing all over.
Then it waned; muscles relaxed and the convulsions became mere quivers and throbs that eventually matched their slowing rhythm of their heartbeats. Heat suffused where their bodies joined as Yang kept ejaculating with each throb in smaller quantities. Neon clamped down sporadically, quivering with minor waves of blissful aftermath and her tail still wrapped around Yang.
They stayed like that and basked in the afterglow. She kissed the girl's sweaty neck and inhaled the blend of scents, waited as their heartrates calmed down, slowly but surely, and relished in the mingled sensations that came from being joined – from sharing the heat.
Yang woke up the next morning with a startle and shot straight up from bed. It had felt like a vivid dream – a lucid dream – and a part of her had expected to wake up the guest room she was supposed to rest in, probably with a boner, but no.
Not only was she in Neon's room and sharing her bed, she was thoroughly spent from everything they had done last night. The ramifications dawned on her and she fell down on the edge of the bed, head in hands, mentally screaming.
She had broken the number one rule of protection detail in the heat of the moment! Or, as she put it;
`I fucked Neon Katt! I fucked Neon Katt! I fucked Neon Katt!´ A long, arduous groan escaped her as she panicked. ´The Lieutenant is gonna kill me! The media are going to be all over Neon! What if she ends up pregnant?!'
She was done for. She had broken the absolute rule and forsaken the bodyguard principles! She was still technically employed and if word got out that they had relations she'd get fired!
The bed shifted from the roused Faunus and a slender arm snaked around her waist as Neon hugged her from behind. "Yang? What's wrong?"
She sighed again. "I…"
"Come back to bed," she purred disarmingly, her tongue-ring caressing the reddened shell of Yang's ear. "They said that it will be a snow-storm today…I imagine flights are cancelled…"
Yang groaned and without putting up a fight she turned to claim Neon's lips as she was pulled back to bed, her anxiety dissolving as she re-positioned herself and sheathed into wet heat.
By day's end, they had been in nearly every room in a myriad of positions; with the rule already broken and temptations given free reign there was no real inclination to be strict.
The Lieutenant would understand the prolonged stay, surely.
Rule#3 of the Survivalist's Guide: Always stay put during snowstorms and keep warm.
Now that was a rule Yang thoroughly followed during her extended stay.
Blake chuckled as she eyed her Scroll; Neon looked absolutely pleased and Yang just as much, but the text was what got her: `Thanks for lending me your human dildo~ She's a keeper! You're the best~´. "Looks like Neon managed to bag Yang. Not that I doubted she would."
"Let me see!" A certain bunny Faunus got up from the brunette's legs and snatched the device. "Oh wow! Look at them…"
"Don't hog it to yourself, Velvet," another Faunus said as she scooted over Blake for a proper look. Her darker patches across her nude body shifted to a soft pink. "That's pretty hot…"
"Maybe I can introduce you two to them both once you get some time off," Blake offered with a smirk, her arms wrapping around the two girls' waists and pulling them closer. "Velvet, take a picture. I want to surprise my girlfriend."