In surprised as hell that so many people have read this (not that good) fanfic. If like to thank y'all, especially those who have favorited this story and are following it. Shoutout to those of y'all who haven't written anything yet for whatever reason, I used to be one of y'all. Anyways, I will no longer be accepting requests for kinks because all you mofos have suggested so far are by far, the worst things I've ever heard. Penectomy? I'm sorry but what the fuck, no. Self -fucking, if I can figure out the logistics than maybe. If you're gonna suggest a kink like that, please don't bother. I'll take any requests for pairings or groups and if y'all want to make a fuckable OC than PM me. Danke.

Blake began to undress after hanging a couple towels over the now smashed in door frame for some limited privacy. Yang's fun still covered her face which, strangely enough, didn't bother Blake too much. Blake couldn't help but think about Yang. Yang, that obnoxious, loud, rambunctious, goddamn knockout (in both senses of the word). It really didn't help that Blake had seen Yang in heat, moaning like a slut that you'd probably find in the backroom of one the bars Ruby's uncle frequented.

Blake stepped into the steaming hot water and began to get a little horny. Blake brushed it off, just the hormone loaded mind of an 18 year old talking. Ok, fine. Maybe Blake did have some feelings for Yang. First of all, Yang was hot, she was a great friend, and they had had each others backs so many times. But still, it pained Blake to think about hung Yang was. She had at least 23 inches, Blake actually wondered if you'd need some sort of special heart in order to get enough blood in there to make the penis stand as tall as it was.

Bubbles and suds from the shampoo began to cascade over Blake's slick and wet curves, hugging her chest and legs like she wished Hang would +maybe) do to get one day. Eh, fucking forget it. Her father would basically faint of she came home with Yang as a romantic interes, and even more surprised that she probably had a good few inches in him. Still... It would be nice to feel that girthy rod, she was uptight after al- STOP! Blake thought, trying to get her mind off of Yang.

To distract herself she wondered if Weiss or Ruby for food yet or were just arguing like 4 year olds. Holy crap they annoyed her. Anyways, some good 'ol ramen would be great for the cold winter that had set upon beacon.

It was kind of cold in her bed at night, even being a faunas it was hard to stay warm. She began to reminisce about being a kid again, when she used to sleep, curled up in her mother's arms when the sea-winds made her house absolutely frigid. Yang would probably be pretty warm. Blake could imagine her head being tucked in the book of Yang's neck, her chin cushioned by Yang's soft and generous breats. Their arms wrapped around eachother, legs intertwined for warmth. Blake snapped out of her dreaming to realize that her hand was slowly starting to creep towards her dripping cunt.

Sure water made it look wetter than it really was but Blake was still shocked about the fact that she was having these thoughts about her friend. 'I'll be a good awful person if I do this. Then again knowing Yang, she'd probably say some stupid joke and clap me on the shoulder.' Blake thought, beginning to give the outside of her womanhood in circles.

It had been too long since Blake had last gotten off. She'd been so pent up, this would be good for her. She inserted a single, slender finger into her pussy. She gasped at the sudden pleasure. Maidens, if she was this sensitive it had definitely been too long. Speaking of long things... She began to fantasize that Yang's length was filling up her pussy. "Yang, it's too big, it'll never fit." She said in a quiet husky tone.

" I'll go slow, don't worry, pussy cat. " her fantasy Yang said, smiling and kicking her lips. Blake admitted that she had nothing in Yang when it came to borderline moronic wordplay but it sounded like something Hang would say so what the fuck. Fantasy Yang (FY for further mentioning b/c I'm a lazy writer) began to slowly rock her hips forward.

Blake began to moan softly. She imagined that her shapely and long legs where draped over FY's shoulders and FY was bent over her on her knees, while her cock plunged into Blake's wanting pussy. FY began to pick up speed, and began to moan softly as well. In reality, Blake had picked up one of Yang's cylindrical, jumbo-sized containers of conditioner and had started shoving into her pussy. It was nowhere near as long as Yang's rock but it satisfied her. Anyways, back to the land of fantasy within fantasy.

"Blake," gasped FY, continuing to plow Blake into paradise. " I'm gonna cum. "

"Don't hold anything back, release your payload into me. Fill me up." Moaned Blake in return, squeezing her legs around FY's back. I

"As you wish, queen e-CAT-irina" before Blake could imagine herself saying 'fuck your dumbass puns' her hips bucked on the bottle and released all over it. FY groaned loudly and began to pour liter upon liter of semen into Blake's womanhood.

Their imaginary moans were muted by Blake and FY engaging in a sloppy, lusting, and passionate kiss. Their tongues fought for superiority in each others mouths. FY's tongue easily overtook Blake's as she was weakened by immense ectasy.

They broke apart and Blake smiled a borderline delirious, half-lidded smile.

"I guess you finally got my ass." Said Blake . FY grinned Yang's goofy grin, her lavender eyes twinkling.

"Not yet." She winked, changing positions to lick Blake's asshole, then a whole new scene to her erotic fantasy began.

Again, thank you for reading. Sorry for the cliff hanger, I'm just tired as fuck. Next chapter'll hopefully come soon. See ya later.