#like. it was just playing pretend roleplay but genuinely it kind of went a little too far. like he just would not give it a rest at all

[sunnibits]

this is why he needs to die btw

just realized that because I’ve left my jackass DM’s campaign (therefore giving me full control over Dimitri’s story and lore) I could totally draw Dimitri killing my least favorite NPC with hammers and NOBODY can fucking tell me that it isn’t canon

[kindheart525]

Did Nee or Dur ever bond with their nieces and nephews?

Yes they do!

Despite their criminal activities, both Nee and Dur are very loyal to their family and this extends to their niblings. They bond more with some than others but they always try to be there to help with caretaking and such. Big sister Ell’s got 10 kids so she needs all the help she can get. Nee and Dur have a good enough system going with their laundromat that any of the kids would have to search really hard to find anything suspicious, but they still have to be careful.

These two are constantly on alert about what they reveal about themselves to the kids. Even when they’re not old enough to read between any lines or just don’t care to listen, they feel they must act as if they’re being intensely monitored. All it takes is one slip-up for those rugrats to go unknowingly telling their dirty business to their parents. Thus, the children are only allowed a surface-level understanding of what their uncles do every day. Uncle Nee does laundry for people and Uncle Dur pays their taxes. Yay! Nothing else whatsoever! Absolutely no criminal background, no siree.

Tiff genuinely believes that story.

An outgoing and inquisitive little girl, Tiff loves following the grown-ups around and asking all kinds of questions. Everything from their jobs to the most mundane of chores, she wants to know everything about what they’re doing and even help out a bit. It’s like running a marathon to keep up with all of Tiff’s questions without revealing anything incriminating, but also the guys swear they’ve made a couple small slips in front of her that she straight up did not notice. Even when she’s older she reads about all the deaths near her uncles’ business and worries for their safety without even slightly suspecting that they might have caused them. She truly believes running a laundromat is and always has been their life’s calling.

Nee in particular really enjoys spending time with Tiff. Any of his niblings, really, but especially her. He thinks often about the choices he’s made and how he can never truly have his own family, but when Tiff and the others come to visit he can temporarily live in a world where a laundryman is really all he is. For a little while he can (mostly) set his crimes aside and pretend he’s a better person who went down a better path. It’s the closest thing he has to seeing what his life would be like if he had little ones of his own, even though they aren’t really his.

Dur also has his own ways of showing he cares, but they’re a little less tender.

Dur doesn’t bother to try to roleplay a normal life like Nee does. He knows he’s too far gone for that. Instead he just plays to his own strengths and offers a listening ear to any young relative who needs it. He’ll offer legitimate advice to help them solve their own issues (as weaseling his way out of tough predicaments is something he’s VERY experienced in) but he’s also not above fixing those kids’ problems for them. Whether it’s paying someone off or making them disappear, he’ll do it as long as he can ensure it doesn’t get connected back to him. And Nee will join him. It may be extreme but it’s their way of looking out for their family.

There’s one nibling they have to be extra careful around.

Rook has had it out for their uncles pretty much right out of the womb. They’ve never given this kid any reason to suspect them of any wrongdoing, at least no more than the others, but they act as if they know all their business anyway. It’s like they have an irrational grudge against their uncles and are just looking for a reason to justify it, of which there are unfortunately many. Rook’s siblings all believe they’re making up stories. Even Ell and Giorno, who know of the twins’ past, laugh off any notion that they’re still doing that stuff. Maybe Rook is playing an elaborate game of pretend, but all of their accusations are frighteningly true. It takes all Nee and Dur have not to flinch when they ask “how’s the money laundering?” Are they joking or not? It would be too risky to ask.

If any of the kids do one day find dirt on their uncles, so be it. Nee and Dur are trying their best to make sure that doesn’t happen, but they accept that it’ll be their downfall if it does. While they have willingly killed dear friends and beloved partners to keep them quiet, they wouldn’t dream of doing the same to their blood relatives. The very idea makes them violently ill; that’s one boundary they will never cross. They would genuinely rather live out the rest of their lives in prison than hurt a fellow Pimling.

[gyroshrike]

for send me a character and i'll tell you meme: hmmmmmmmmm -eyes recent reblogs of a certain bronze troll-....terezi! -runs away trollishly laughing-

For the “Send me a character and I’ll tell you…” ask game

Tavros

JOKES ON YOU. SOMEONE ALREADY SENT TEREZI, SO I GUESS YOU’RE STUCK WITH THE BRONZE TROLL. WE DOIN’ TAV, BABEYYYY

My NOTP for them - Flushed Tavrisk! Flushed Tavrisk! FLUSHED TAVRISK! I have honestly never had an stronger notp than this one right here (not including ships that squick me out of course). You know it’s this singular ship that’s keeping me from reading The Serendipity Gospels? I want to read it SO BAD! BUT I CANNOT GET MYSELF TO DO IT. I CANNOT.

My BROTP for them - This might go Nepeta and Tavros. I LOVE those two. They didn’t talk much, but Nepeta was very nice to Tavros and I don’t think that was an off shoot thing. (A pattern I have noticed on how I judge characters a lot is How Nice They Were to Tavros.)

I’m always a huge sucker for characters who love animals and THEY BOTH LOVE ANIMALS. They’re two big sweetie hearts that love animals and playing games and silly artsy-fartsy stuff. Tavros would probably think the fact that Nepeta draws is super cool. They would never make each other feel embarrassed or criticized for any of their interests or idiosyncrasies.

Tavros roleplays with her, even if he’s awkward at it, without any comments or other jabs about it. He expresses genuine disappointment when she can’t be on the red team with him, but he’s also kind and understanding about it.

My OTP for them - Looks up from where I'm buried under a pile of pbj sandwiches. Don't mess with me, flushed Gamzee♥️Tavros is my Homestuck otp of otps.

My second choice pairing for them - Hmm, this might be pitch Equius♠️Tavros, but I'm going to save that one for another answer. So, this one will probably go to DaveTav. I enjoy both pitch and pale, but I think I like pale Dave♦️Tavros better. The idea of Tavros and Dave each thinking the other is the Coolest person, while simultaneously trying to play off that they're cool, is just an absolute favorite of mine.

Imagine if Dave secretly loves and admires that Tavros is wholeheartedly passionate about things, even 'nerdy' or 'cringey' things by Dave’s definition. He is sometimes a little envious that Tavros can just just... not care about irony or pretending something that is cool is uncool because it being uncool makes it cool yadda yadda. He feels like Tavros is so genuine (it’s kind of the same reason why he’s drawn to John).

Then Tavros canonly went on about just how ridiculously cool he thinks Dave is. And I feel like we never get to see Tavros get that hyped up about another person? Aradia said he’d wanted to meet Dave so bad. It’s just insanely cute how much Tavros values Dave, even though all he silly trolling they’ve done to each other, Tavros adores hanging out with Dave? And they really enjoy rapping to together? It’s cute as fuck, man.

Then the two of them both realizing the other has low self-esteem? But I feel like their doubts they have in themselves are different enough that they won’t feed into each other. Dave would have the bravado Tavros needs to shrug off hurtful comments and Tavros is soft and genuine in an unironic way that he would give the kind of reassurance that Dave really thrive under.

Moirails really help each other grow and it’s interesting watching how Tavros wants to rise up and meet Dave’s challenge. He doesn’t seem hurt or scared by the words or teasing Dave does. Flustered and nervous in the moment for sure! But it Tavros goes out of his way to prepare for his conversations with Dave. He’s dedicated to figuring out how to best interact with him (even if most of his motivations are to troll.) But Tavros reaches out to both Rose and Aradia to try and facilitate interactions with Dave.

Dave makes Tavros want to show off his ability as a peer, not as a hero or savior like he wanted to do for Jade.

All this is kind of why I think they’d be great in most quadrants, flushed, pitch, or pale.

My fluffy pairing for them - Not exactly a pairing, but I love how Kanaya seemed to be someone who really stood up for and looked out for Tavros, even so much to harass Vriska, her crush, into being nice to him. Kanaya was the one who told Tavros to name his self-confidence and to not hurt "his" feelings. ;0; I'm really into humanstuck AU's where the Maryam family is really close to the Nitram family. Pesterquest also solidified this with the role Kanaya played in Tavros' route. In my AU, Kanaya's family reached out and helped Tavros' family financially after Tavros' accident.

My angsty pairing for them - Angsty pairing? Oh, hmmmm... I suppose post canon things (no epilogues or hs2) with Gamzee and Gctavrosprite tend to make me very sad. :( Definitely a very angsty iteration of the ship. It has to be done very particularly for me to like it. I also suppose anything that includes Gamzee meeting either dead Tavros or any other timeline Tavros in bubble fucks me uuuuup. Can you imagine Gamzee meeting a Tavros from a timeline where he and Tavros had been matesprits?

Oh! There's also that fan theory that the horrorterrors are eons old, long mutated Gamzee's, and I make myself sad over the idea of a horrorterror meeting Tavros who doesn't really have any memories of being a troll left, but knows instinctively upon seeing Tavros that Tavros was something important. And it's just this massive monster entity that Tavros can hear the dark whispers of like "whoareyouwhowareyouwhoareyou don'tremembercan'tremember buthappyhappytoseeyouseeyouseeyouseeyou"

Now for the last two questions, I'm going to rearrange them because my weirdest ship for them kind of feeds into my favorite polyship for them.

My weirdest pairing for them - I suppose EquiTav isn't THAT weird of a ship, but it felt weird to me for a long while because I just couldn't wrap my head around the possibly of it. But recently, I've really sat down and thought about it. It started with the idea of pitch Gamzee♠️Equius. And I love that ship, but sometimes I get all sad over thinking about Gamzee hating, being annoyed with, or being mean back to Equius.

Then I realized... actually, I could see Tavros getting really annoyed with Equius and the things he does and says. Equius has a bigoted view of the hemospectrum, so check, that's going to be obnoxious. And Tavros does in most cases try to stand up for himself when he's being pushed around (Vriska just doesn't listen and is better at shutting him down.) But I think Equius would be a bit quicker to back down when challenged in a way that would put him and Tavros on a bit more equal footing. (We already know that Equius likes being order around by lowbloods because of the social inappropriateness of it. Also, Equius is stubborn, but he's not... a bully. He's also not violent or dangerous to other trolls that we see.

And something about pitch rivalry is the push to make the other reach their potential. Equius is pretty caught up in bloodcolor, but he also has a few moments where it implies that it's much more of a taught belief than one he genuinely wants to keep feeling. He tells Vriska "EQUIUS: D --> I would very much like to honor my position on the hemospectrum and mistreat those beneath me, and yet..." And we all know he would DIE for Nepeta. So that can be part of his growth with Tavros! Having multiple low quadrants challenges his stances and beliefs. Tavros is also really nice. I feel like having a rivalry with someone so nice (as well as a moiraillegience) could challenge him to perhaps see how to be nicer.

And Tavros would have someone frustrating and stubborn to work on his self-confidence with who doesn't actually put his emotional or physical well-being at risk when he stands up to them. (Well, not intentionally, Equius is very STRONG after all.)

Tavros and Equius have this very interesting specific angle for me of either becoming unintentionally closer because Equius had to learn intimate things about Tavros' body to make him a new pelvis and new legs. They end up spending extended amounts of time together to help Tavros adjust to his robo-legs, be that asking questions, helping him stretch, fixing things that aren't right, adding new features. (There's no way Equius wouldn't give Tavros a nook and bulge, sorry, not with his dedication to quality and also being as lewd as he is LOL.)

Also they'd bond over animals! Tavros having a bunch of horses come and say hello to Equius? Or any other small cute animals? Equius would be so thrilled and happy! Ahhhhhhh

My humanstuck AU, Reunionstuck, has Tavros acting as Equius' dom for a while, as a friends with benefits kind of thing. They end up bonding over bringing their career fields together, Tavros' veterinary focus being disabled animals and Equius' focus being engineering and prosthetics. They work together on professional projects find that they have a very good working relationship, even if Equius is frustrating as heck to work with sometimes.

My favorite poly ship for them - Probably some mixture of Gamzee/Tavros/Equius with some potential mixture of flushed and pitch.

Pasting from my Gamzee ask: Oooh, ho ho ho, love me some Gam♥️Equius♥️/♠️Tavros. Gamzee adores Equius so much tbh. Gamzee was just a huge sweetheart to Equius pre-game and just loved talking to him. Equius seemed pretty pitch towards him, but I think I like the idea of Equius letting himself be loved and recieve soft red affection from Gamzee is so cute.

In my AU, Gamzee and Tavros end up in a romantic relationship, but Equius maintains a close relationship with the two of them. Equius was very attracted to Gamzee back in high school and of course Equius and Tavros now have their shared experiences together. So now Equius joins them in the bedroom every once in a while and the three of them are very affectionate towards each other.

[menkhu]

just finished pathfinder wrath of the righteous and i have. thoughts. spoilers ofc

hOW are y’all finding this and liking it two years later and actually do not tell me i will simply continue to pretend that this is my private little diary kept locked with a little plastic key and no one can see how many times i’ve doodled my name with my crush’s last name inside

lol if for some reason you’re here on this post i made like a year ago that isn’t in any main tags, i’ve. been updating. adding new thoughts i just have so many i finished an azata run and i loved aivu sm she reminds me of a friend

the updating does mean that this is going to become incomprehensible pretty quickly because new thoughts are inserted where i feel they’re relevant and the surrounding text is not edited bc the effort isn’t worth it when this is entirely for my own gratification so if you’re reading good luck

OK not to be hvaing Daeran Thoughts™ in this the month of december 2023 but. i just wanna talk about how “i thought you didn’t want to lose me” and “see? i’m indispensable” are two voice lines of his. this man? who doesn’t acre about how other people see him? who never wanted to be on this adventure in the fisrt place? is worried about being unwanted?? i am clenching this thought in my powerful jaws and i am frantically shaknig my head like a dog with a bone

ahahahahah gonna be playing for a third time. i think i’ll do the trickster mythic path? i have a strong distaste for evil shit and a mild distaste for lawful shit, which make demon, lich, and aeon not particularly appealing. i could also switch to dragon or smth; i was tempted in my last playthrough but didn’t want to potentially lose aivu, so.

ajshdfjgka playing as a man this time to maybe hit on sosiel we’ll see and when i went to retrieve woljif i lost it when he called me dreamboat i just wasn’t expecting

working through a lich playthrough now and in chapter 3 it’s actually been really sick. my favorite little touch is how, when controlling the crusades, each victory adds more undead to your forces. in order to get myself to choose the option i had to go hardcore into the roleplaying. my commander is maya, a druid, worships urgathoa, doesn’t like being human and is honestly indifferent to human suffering. she spends most of her time in wild shape. ppl confuse her and her leopard companion, lilia, often. probably would have disappeared into the sunset except that she found being made commander extremely funny and then developed a possessiveness for the crusaders so she’s actually trying to lead well.

i am physically incapable of choosing the dialogue options that let you start arueshalae’s romance like i am not grabbing anyone’s hand and telling them i’ll teach them how to love (if i had the power to rewrite, i’d have the line be something more like. i’ll help you thru this every step of the way. anything you need. anything you want.) similar problem with camellia. i refuse to lay on thick compliments and butter her up by talking about her social stature. and then the next chance to express interest is when she’s high off committing murder and wants to fuck like. nah. it’s impossible to romance any ladies in this game whoops

sosiel’s romance is also kinda,,, painful. i cut it off w him start of the 5th chapter because i just couldn’t feed into his fairytale romance novel bullshit and pass on something that felt more genuine (yay 3rd time romancing daeran.) it’s p easy to follow his route by being kind and showing that you appreciate the gestures he makes without fully buying into it. and like. being inexperienced in love and trying to express your feelings by writing bad poetry is actually super charming. but sosiel darling if you’re going to give an ultimatum while extolling the beauty and virtue of love shared by two people while your competition says that my heart doesn’t have to belong to any one person you’re just asking me to give up something good that comes at no cost for the privilege of being trapped a role in your fantasy. nah.

started lann’s romance. i do not like him. it’s fitting that i’m having the commander i don’t like romancing him. lmao it’s only my second time not romancing daeran; first was with arueshalae (pinched my nose and made those starting choices, found the whole thing kinda lackluster? tbh?) hate the way lann is sometimes straight up mean. and how he tries to frame it as a joke. hate how he’ll say you should hang crusaders who commit petty theft. hate his weird hero complex that’s incompatible with the way other’s lives aren’t a priority to him and mostly arises out of. idk a sense of ego? still holding out hope this’ll be interesting even if exploring the character in this manner isn’t the most appealing to me. (LOL i cut it off with him. he was just like. oh look at me being so pathetic trying to date you it’s crazy how could someone like you ever take an interest in me i’m so pathetic and i was like. okay. maybe you are pathetic. maybe i don’t have an interest in you. and then i was running the lich path so this saved his life actually lol. lmao. lmfao.)

ember is my daughter

i’m kind of surprised that that was the final chapter. it was an appropriate end and everything but the way crusade management was set up, it felt as though there was more to come. like. events dumped three free generals into my lap when i already had the map cleared out. there were some references to generals reaching level 20 but none of my three (the ones i actually used) got anywhere close to that. there were so many different types of units but for most of them, there wasn’t any reasonable way to accrue a usable number. with the way galfrey mucked things up, i was frantic about getting the armies in order to face big things to come and those big things just didn’t come. the fact that crusade management wasn’t rewarding is probs my second biggest complaint.

i’m really glad there’s a wimpy baby difficulty mode because w h y are so many enemies able to rip me apart when i have 57 ac and w h y are there so many enemies with absurd spell resistance and ac high enough that you can only pray to crit

lol @ this previous paragraph because i have a playthrough on core difficulty where i fought most of the extra bosses for the achievements and leveling the characters myself from the ground up gave me a good understanding of their abilities. i definitely am not an advocate of the autoleveling; either the builds are inherently mid or just incompatible with the way i play. also dispel magic is so strong.

pretty sure i’m going to be playing through again though because i want to see other mythic paths (my first playthrough i didn’t look up anything about unlocking them so i only had angel and demon available at first lmao) and to spend more time with some of the companions. i never found all the masks for nenio :(

(edit: after azata path i did find all the masks for nenio and we became friends ! there was a lot of content there jfc. i do not recommend playing when u have a migraine and ur memory is diminished but it was neat. i do like puzzles even if some of them are obtuse it’s fine we all have the internet to help with that.)

ran into a lot of glitches which i guess will happen when you dive in headfirst on release day. there were a few times people didn’t recognize the choices i had made. at one point i had a dialog option with camellia that implied we had a salacious history except no such thing happened and also i was playing as a lady and she’s straight. wasn’t able to finish a quest because the necessary items didn’t exist.

lol i had an entire companion glitch on me. i had literally no interest in greybor and i accidentally killed the dragon before i went traveling with him anyway so when he met up with the group and told the commander to hire him or he’d be forced to kill her i was like sure okay buddy you can do that. he did not die. he showed up wherever companions were supposed to show up, but i could never talk to him, just attack him. he didn’t realize he had already been rejected how embarrassing

(idk if greybor glitched again or if i did something wrong but azata playthrough i really did try to recruit him but he got pissy after the fight when i wanted to pursue the dragon and even though i tried i failed but maybe i did something wrong?? waited too long? did very little to endear him to me tbh)

(trickster playthrough and i finally have greybor as a companion. i’m hoping to like him better after spending more time with him but. he really is just a wannabe manly man’s wet dream of a roleplaying character. in a want to be him way, not a want him way. haha unless)

kinda surprised that i ended up romancing daeran but tbh no regrets. the more i got to know lann the less i liked him (the final part of his questline was. ugh. why are you so whiny about how i kept you from killing yourself.)(i swear sometimes he says things just to remind you that his alignment is lawful neutral)(one of my first impressions of him was scaly alastair but that might be disrespectful to alastair tbh)(actually he and daeran told me to choose btwn them at one point and i was like???? lann i said it’d be cool if you wanted to hang out without making up stupid excuses like sparring matches meanwhile daeran has been doing all sorts of wining and dining what sort of incel bullshit) (there’s some party banter with ember where she’s like, lann jokes but really he’s just sad and i was like yea i feel that)(it’s like he isn’t even committed to his jokey persona) and arueshalae was wonderful but i’m not a fan of the teaching someone how to love narrative (i wanted to. i really tried but i just couldn’t bring myself to choose the dialogue options where you like. take her hand and tell her you’ll show her how to love it’s too much.) daeran has the best banter and also he filled the war room with flowers so a+ partner

(his alignment is evil but honestly i don’t see it? he can be vengeful ig? not that he’s never shitty but i’d put him at neutral maybe leaning evil bc the good counters the bad. like he only punches up he regularly condemns evil acts and he’s sweet with the other companions so it’s not difficult to be fond of him)(FURTHER. something i put together after uhhh some number of playthroughs. there’s banter where daeran asks arue if she’s actually good with desna having taken control of her life bc the same thing happened to him with the other and it was terrible and he hated it. so. all those times he tries to tempt her. he’s not just being awful. he’s trying to give her a choice.)

more thoughts abt his relationships with the companions!!!! it’s actually rlly funny that my instinct was to say that he was sweet with them bc on a replay i became aware of just how shitty he sounds if you fully take his words at face value. you can’t, though. he acknowledges himself that venomous is his default affect and that he has trouble expressing his kinder emotions. he also says that when he has a problem with someone, he isn’t afraid to let them know it. there’s a bit of banter where lann says anything less that an insult from daeran is p much a compliment which i think is an oversimplification but just drives home the point that even others can see that when he’s being mean, it’s often more about having fun than genuine distaste. when coming from him, things that might seem mean are actually meant as playful teasing. 

when i say he’s sweet with the companions, i mean that he lambasts paladins frequently, but always lets seelah know that he isn’t talking about her; he likes her. (yOu’rE nOt LiKe tHe oThEr pAlAdInS is maybe not a great worldview but)

he lets sosiel know that he appreciates his art. there’s banter where he tells sosiel that he would be quite the catch ;)

he’s actually protective of ember; he warns her to be careful about cultists and zealots. this one really gets me because the two have such fundamentally different views but i don’t recall him ever castigating her for it. rolling his eyes from time to time, maybe, but mostly nudging her away from what he sees as dangerous.

he’s happy to play along with nenio’s dumb experiments. finds them amusing.

he and camellia can be so bitchy about other nobles together it’s like they’re on the same team and it’s great.

don’t even get me started about his relationship with woljif ok. woljif is everything high society hates so of course daeran latches onto that right away. i love the banter where he talks about introducing woljif to parties with other nobles, which of course could be interpreted as him looking to rope woljif into those things for a few laughs, but what really gave substance to it for me was an exchange they had in the thousand delights. woljif is excited to be in a brothel and daeran is like. listen we don’t consort with demons they’re miserable creatures instead, when we get out of here, i’m going to give you a whole bunch of gold and give you a tour of the brothels in absalom. he so easily tells woljif that he’ll give him the things that he desires. he commits to making this trip with him. there is very little to gain there for daeran; he could easily tour the brothels alone were he so inclined, but instead, he agrees to do this for a friend.

actually i feel like in banter, the others are more likely to be making fun of him than he is of them? he’s both perfectly self aware and he likes who he is so he’d mostly be amused by it. in general i don’t think a companion insulting daeran (or he them in the case of those like lann and seelah who can bite back) is a sign of a bad relationship.

(enough about daeran back to the other companions lmaoo)

i like nenio more than i expected she’s so funny. she seemed cold at first what with her refusing to remember your name and all but after a while, with her earnest enthusiasm for what she does, it became endearing.

actually i’ve discovered that having good banter is one of the most important factors in how much i like a character. like i have no problems with seelah or sosiel but since their banter tends to be flat i just never fell in love. also i’m not really into camellia’s whole thing but i have fun with her because of the noble code switching she and daeran will do, like referring to each other by title.

i think a lot of the reason lann fell flat for me was because of his inability to maintain the funny guy persona? everyone thinks of him as the guy who makes jokes, but. i remember first talking to him and he tells you he wants to make a difference. and when you ask for clarification he’s like imma invent a new type of salad :) jk actually i hate myself and i want to die in battle because i’m afraid of my death being as meaningless as my life. took like no prompting for him to switch. rewrite of that exchange bc it frustrates me

lann: i’m going to invent a new type of salad and have it named after me

commander: a new type of salad.

lann: what, not aiming high enough? fine, i guess i can take the culinary world by storm and have enough food named after me to serve an entire buffet, but only if it’ll make you happy

commander: it might not be well received if you’re making mongrel food. your people have...interesting palates.

lann: ah, but that’s my secret advantage. by including mold, i can guarantee that my salads will be one of a kind.

commander: what is it really tho

lann: not the salad, no surprise there. not the buffet either, though i like how you encourage me to reach new heights. it’s more that...i want to fight on the front lines. if i’m risking my life so that others don’t have to, then i’ll know i’m making a difference

unsurprisingly, i like lann more in the context of his interactions with daeran.

wish we could have irabeth and anevia as companions. love them.

(azata playthrough, galfrey lived and i was so pissed. never again.)

anyway daeran and woljif are best friends forever and it’s so funny have some screencaps 

[baflegacy]

oops the brainrot got to me so i wrote something:

1.) The first time, it was a complete accident on their part.

It was simply Amanda seizing a perfect opportunity for her character to have a narrative, and Angela just went along with it. Sure, she couldn’t really take all of Amanda’s flirting seriously when she was wearing that ridiculous wig-and-top-hat combo—more or less it was like being transported back to junior year when some freshman who thought he could bag any girl would make a move on her—but still, Angela couldn’t deny that Amanda-as-Edwin had some amount of game. But that was a secret she would take to her grave.

After all, it was all for the bit. Nothing any more than that.

“So we’re definitely married and have two kids the next time we play this, yeah?” Amanda asks her after the shoot, sans wig but still wearing the yellow suit. Angela does not want to think about how much the look suits her.

Angela rolls her eyes good-naturedly. “Y’know, if you wanted to marry so bad you could’ve just told me instead of roleplaying as some fuckboy for two hours.” She retorts, which makes Amanda lean back on her chair laughing.

They move on. Angela doesn’t think about flirtatious remarks or mischievous smirks sent her way while they were filming.

2.) The second time—well, it wasn’t really an accident, but it still wasn’t planned.

Look, it’s the name of the game, okay? The both of them (the both of them meaning New York and Toilet Girl, Amanda wanted to reiterate, not Amanda and Angela as themselves) kept matching with each other while they were playing Love is Blind. It’d be dumb of her to not pull a proposal right then and there so they could eventually bag a win, right?

Whatever—they weren’t even flirting, for Christ’s sake. Most of their in-character interactions have been flip-flopping between arguing with each other or talking shit about the other’s character in their confessional scenes. Amanda just saw a chance and took it, like most things that had to do with Angela.

(No, she doesn’t think about the fact that all of her answers have been genuine and Angela’s answers were probably genuine as well. She doesn’t think about the fact that they’re actually really compatible with each other despite the bickering and the teasing.

She doesn’t think about Angela saying yes so easily, like no wasn’t even an option with her. She doesn’t think about it at all.)

So yes, they’re engaged and inevitably win and they get fake-married in this ridiculous game. She’s holding both of Angela’s hands and Tommy holds a sheet of paper in front of them so they could kiss. She pretend to go for it, enveloping Angela and grazing her cheek with her lips.

She doesn’t think about the softness of the ‘kiss’, how she feels Angela shiver at the contact ever so slightly. They finish the shoot and the rest of the day comes and goes.

3.) “You guys are cool playing as each other’s wife for the short film, yeah?” Patrick asks, as if he’s talking about the weather and not the fact that he essentially casted two of his close friends (who have done this kind of dynamic a lot of times, holy shit they’ve done this so many times) as a couple. Angela clutches her mug of coffee as Amanda goes surprisingly quiet at the question.

A beat passes, and panic creeps up inside her as the two of them wait on who will speak first. Shit, she doesn’t know what to say—or how to even react, really. Because she saw the script, knows that the words “our house” and “my wife” will leave Amanda’s lips. It becomes less funny once there’s no bit to run with or game to win. It all become a little more real.

“Of course, Pat.” Amanda replies, and Angela lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “I mean, we are kinda used to it by now.”

Amanda laughs, but even to Angela’s ears it feels a little bit strained, and it piques her interest. She wants to turn her head, to look at Amanda’s reaction, to know what she’s thinking at the moment—but she can’t. Because she’s also afraid that Amanda’s feeling the same way; that feeling of unfamiliarity and trepidation. That feeling of things being more and more unavoidable as time goes on.

(Days later, the both of them are laying down on the makeshift bed, the apple box digging into her ass uncomfortably. There’s no one in the room but them in this quick moment—Patrick and the other film crew checking something out from another room before they shoot this scene.

The room feels weirdly stifling, and she glances at Amanda as she pushes down the comforter with one hand.

She sees Amanda’s parted lips, at her slightly dazed look, at the way her eyes dart between her face and the ring on her finger—the ring Angela herself picked for the both of them, at the ring that Amanda’s also sporting.

Time seems to swirl between the two of them, somehow everything else feeling lost, and Angela thinks—

Oh.)

something something it took amanda and angela getting fake married three times for them to realize their feelings for each other

[cubeswhump]

A New Home, pt. 3: Home Training Session

In which Michelle is gross and Sweetie tries too hard.

Taglist: @haro-whumps @albino-whumpee @broken-horn @whumpsblog @eatyourdamnpears

Warnings for institutionalized slavery, mentions of past drugging, implied animal cruelty, thoughts of self-harm, dehumanization, victim blaming, dubcon (I’m a mega virgin nerd and probably asexual so nothing goes into detail), gaslighting, and just overall abuse.

Sweetie adjusted her headband, a smile spreading across her face, and the mirror smiled back. Cat ears for the house pet.

Real cats were better though. The velvety ears, tne vibrating purring, how they'll rub against your lets for attention, the sound of little Tea's loud, squeaky meows.

Wait, Tea?

A black cat screaming until Sweetie pet her. Big green eyes too bog for her face. Tea.

Sweetie groaned, clutchinf her hrad

The memory drugs were still stabbing into her brain.

Mister Trey was a great owner and she had been a bad bad bad pet and betrayed him. That was all she beeded to remember. Not him grunting on top of her. Ow. Not the parasite. Ow!

But what dod he do to Tea?

She bent over with her arms folded on the vamity and her throbbing head in her arms. Stop rembering, stop remembering.

"Are you feeding that stupid cat?"

"I'm so sorry, Mister Trey."

"Mister Trey, have you seen the cat?"

She whimpered, and the door opened.

"Why're you doubled over like that?" Michelle asked, and Sweetie quickly stood upright and faced her owner. "Aw, aren't you cute with your cat ears and hoops? How are your real ears feeling?"

"A little sore," Sweetie said honestly. Her earlobes were still red around the big hoopw.

"Yeah, they will be. Make sure you keep using that cleaning stuff." Michelle tilted her head, grinning. "I wanted to talk about Healther's party, but that can wait. You okay, Sweets? You look like ypu need a hug."

Sweetie noddes wagerly. Michelle opened her arms wide and they met in the middle. Sweetie held her owner tight, resting her head on Michelle's. When Michelle's small gands slid down her back to rest on her butt, Sweetie didn't protest

The Handlers frequently touched her backside and breasts but never went further.

"The prospective wants a virgin."

"She doesn't need that Romantic training anymore. Ha."

"You like it here, right?" Michelle asked. Her hands squeezed.

"Of course I do, Miss Michelle! You're so kind to me," Sweetie said cheerfully. She didn't just like it; she loved it!

Did she really?

She winced as pain shpt through her brain and accidentally squeezed her owner.

"Whoa! Someone's excited." Michelle started laughing before Sweetie could start apologizing. "Yeah, I give you a good life. Though the bar's probably low. It must have been shit for you to want to be a pet, huh?"

Sweetie wrinkled her nose for only a second before smoothing out her expression. "I don't remember..."

"Probably for the best, huh? Better off without all that baggage."

"I'm grateful."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's sit." Michelle was already pushing Sweetie back onto the air mattress. She fell down further than she expected, the mattress sinking. She'd tried to blow it up herself bit it always left her lungs aching.

Michelle sat down too, but not beside her; she was practically on Sweetie's lap. "Did your old owner ever fuck you?"

Grunting like a pig. Making Sweetoe sleep on the side of the bed that was soaked in fluids. Pain struck like a white-hot fire poker piercing through her temple, but she didn't let it show on her face.

"Sometimes," she murmured.

"He was a guy, right?" Michelle checked. Sweetie nodded. "Ever ner. With a girl?"

"I've been with you for more nearly two weeks," Sweetie said, and Michelle rolled her eyes."

"Have you been with a girl sexually?"

"I don't think so." A pause. "No, I definitely never was."

"Well, today's a day for new experiences." Michelle plucked the cat ear headband off and tossed it to the floor. Sweetie sure hoped they weren't broken. She couldn't ask for another one!

Michelle pushed her onto her back. Well, it was more a combined effort. Sweetie was the stronger of the two but she lay back and let Michelle have this.

"I'm not a Romantic," Sweetie murmured.

"So? You're a pet. Pets do what their owners say. Whatever they say." Michelle barked out a laugh that nearly made Sweetie jump. "It's not cheating if it's just a boxie, right?"

Sweetie's bra was unclipped as soft lips pressed against hers. Michelle's lip balm smelled of strong chemicals up close, and then she pulled away. Her lips tickled Sweetie's neck.

"The taste of her cherry chapstick," Michelle sang. Sweetie didn't taste cherries. "You're not just gonn lay there, right? You got a problem?"

"Of course not, Miss Michelle," Sweetie said, that fake genuine smile carving into her face.

"Good. It's not like either of us will get pregnant, so what's the big deal?"

"My job is to please you, Miss Michelle," Sweetie said robotically. She wasn't looking at her owner.

She was looking at herself in a bathroom mirror, frizzy hair reaching past her hips. Her pale stomach was visible through her sheer nightgown. Was it even larger than yesterday?

Whenever she cut produce or meat on a cutting board, the knife enticed her. She wanted to plunge it right into her bulbous stomach.

"Come on then. Put sone effort in," Michelle growled. She suddenly gave one of Michelle's earrings a hard tug, and Sweetie grit her teeth to keep from crying out. "Please me."

"I don't know how..." A pet that didn't know how to please its master? A pet that didn't know how to please its master! Failure! Failure! It was hard to hide the tears welling in her eyes when Michelle was looking so deeply into them. "I was only trained to pleasure men."

To her surprise, Michelle giggled. She twisted her fingers in Sweetie's wild hair. "Looks like it's time for another training session."

Sweetie paled. Was she being sent back for more training? "At the facility?"

"No, Sweets. Right here, right now."

"You're my handler?"

Michelle snorted. "Yeah. Handler George of the Domestic division reporting for duty."

"Hello, Handler George," Sweetie murmured.

Was this pretend? The real handlers tried to make her stop playing pretend but her imagination was one thing they couldn't take from her. It fed into the false memories the WRU warned of, making Sweetie see merciful Mister Trey as a villain and remember black cats and parasites that never were.

But what if Michelle got really into this pretend game? Sweetie knew she hadn't thrown out the shock collar and muzzle that came in her crate, though nowadaus all they did was collect dust in the closet. Taunting Sweetie as she awaited their use.

Michelle saw the fear in Sweetie's eyes, and rolled her own. The pet was too dumb fpr roleplay.

'No punishments or anything crazy. I'll just talk you through each step," Michelle explained.

"Even if I mess up?" Sweetie's voice trailed off toward the end.

What in the world was sje saying? A pet preparing to fail? Failure! Failure! Garbage pet!

She didn't deserve to be called Sweetoe. She didn't even severve her former name. What a piece of trash like her deserved was to be a number again. Stupid, ugly 183736.

"Yeah, sure. I doubt you'll be any less satisfying than my fucking boyfriend," Michelle scoffed. "All mem care about is if they finish, you know?"

Sweetie nodded even though she didn't know.

"I'll make sure you satisfy me." Michelle grinned, baring her teeth like an animal about to pounce. "Okay, first things first: it's sexier if you take off your partner's clothes."

"Sexier if you take off your partner's clothes," Sweetie repeated.

"So get started."

[moonlit-nest]

I got our Wizard a gift

   So I play 5E with all of my school friends, right? Quick background of our party makeup: Our DM, of course, and then me, a Paladin (don’t worry, I’m not the “Lawful Stupid” Variety) Sorcerer multiclass named Sunn. Additionally, you’ve got Fib the Rogue, Kepesk the Bloodhunter, Lotë the Druid, Edgar the Fighter and Minthe the Wizard. 

    So, my character, Sunn, is a pretty nice guy. At least, he tries to be. He thinks about others and likes to handle party talking and social skills, due to Charisma being his primary stat. Not always, but usually. He’s kindhearted, charming, and passionate about the people he cares for.         Then you’ve got our Wizard, Minthe... complete 180. A Necromancer who tends to front a cold shoulder, and doesn’t seem to really care about other people. At least, not at first (there were backstory reasons as to why she acted the way she did at times, though that’s for another tale). She raises the dead despite the social stigma behind her specialized magic, and tends to take a no shit attitude, and an all or nothing approach. I guess in a way you could say she and Sunn both took the role of joint “Speakers” for the group, since Sunn was the lighthearted “let’s go, team!” Type of guy who rallies his comrades, and Minthe opposed this by keeping the group on track and focused, and was surprisingly level headed, even during times of crisis. You’d think they wouldn’t really get along, right?

   Well, as it turns out, they actually clicked, and surprisingly well! Maybe it was that they were both dedicated and experienced casters, maybe it was that Minthe found my strange character interesting (he’s a Furry, which is almost basically unheard of in our setting by the DM, unless you count established races like Lizardfolk or Arakockra under the furry umbrella term. Buy and large though, Sunn was pretty unique), but they grew to have a slightly antagonistic but genuine friendship the first chance our group got to chill and roleplay in an inn. To get an idea of what their relationship looks like overall, Minthe’s player and I often joke about situations the two could find themselves in, and how, generally speaking, Minthe and Sunn make jabs at the others expense frequently, but always in good fun, as they know each other well enough to not take it so far as to hurt one another’s feelings. In fact, when things get serious, they work surprisingly well together! Admittedly, that may be in part due to the fact that Minthe’s player and I (we’ll call her... Sam, for the sake of privacy 💛) have a pretty good relationship outside of D&D, and we both are very experienced D&D and role players, so we just mesh easily.    So, with that context in mind, we come to the story part. Our party had recently traveled underground (long story short, it was a more secret route into the castle of the city we were under, we were rescuing an innocent woman from execution). There was a puzzle we had to get past involving the guard of said underground path (Sam did a great job here, as she had to tell the guard a story that would entertain him in order to pass, and she rolled very high along with her very good roleplaying, which was more than enough to let us pass), and then we were in the stretch towards the underground criminal base that would allow us passage to the castle from the inside. As we make our way through the narrow cavern, which slowly filled with water, insuring we didn’t lag behind too much, we made our way to a... very... peculiar area.      The walls seemed to end, and all around us looked like a night sky, even below the semi-opaque stairway that seemed to slowly crawl downwards. We had outpaced the water in this point, so we were free to carefully observe our surroundings in this otherworldly zone... I’m not exactly sure what this was to be honest, but my current theory was, at some point, we failed to perceive a portal of some kind that connected us to this magical hallway, a limbo between the cavern to wherever the underground criminal zone was. Anyway, no point in delaying, we begin proceeding downwards into the abyss, dimly (and I do mean  dimly) lit by artificial star lights.   

   I should mention that, at this point, we concluded this session. A week passed us by, and we were hyped! Unfortunately, Sam was unable to proceed with this week’s session due to family business I believe, so we agreed to proceed with the session and edify her on the events immediately once the session concluded. As for Minthe, we felt it would be wrong to do her the disservice of just pretending she was there but not letting her do anything, so, despite our lack of a character sheet, we agreed to let someone use her character. I took that role, since I had the relative most experience with both 5E and Spellcasting out of the rest of the players at the time. 

   Now, resuming the in game events, we’re traveling through this odd realm of darkness, faint light, and downward stairs. Eventually, we begin to worry a little, so we all decide we’ll be making perception rolls to keep cautious. The dice were rolled, and every single one of our characters heard a strange series of noises as we listened... it sounded like... chittering...   

   Naturally, we’re unnerved. This was the first thing we had in this campaign that even felt reminiscent of horror themed, so we weren’t sure what the DM had planned... we get our vigil, and remained stalwart, proceeding further below. Eventually, we see the outline of a massive set of doubled doors, complete with large handles that were probably higher up than Lotë, who I wanna say was the shortest member of the party. However, the doors aren’t all we see.       Above, we see multiple lights flicker in the darkness. One, two, four, eight, sixteen, thirty... tens... hundreds. Blinking in quick succession. They were a slightly different color than the stars surrounding us.     These, as was obvious, were no stars.        From just above the door, an incredible and mortifying sight revealed itself - a monstrous, gargantuan, opalescent Spider, the starlight now reflecting off of its revealed form, its razor sharp fangs, needle pointed legs and gemstone-fortified body sparkling in all of its death-foretelling glory. Then, as if things couldn’t be worse, the seemingly infinite eyes of above closed down towards us - hundreds of smaller twinkling spiders, raining down upon us.

   Roll Initiative.       Our Bloodhunter Kepesk went first, activating his crimson rite on his weapon and charging for the spider. Then a small group of the swarm attacked everyone in a small enough zone, dealing minimal, but still noteworthy, piercing damage. Keep in mind that the fact that this battle takes place on a stairway limits our mobility, lest we risk falling off of said stairs into who knew where...   

   The orders continue, Sunn strengthening the party with his magic, Lotë hurling spells and supporting friends when needed, wisely using fire to help ward against the webs that the many abominations sometimes used to keep us in place, Edgar bravely defending his friends with his viscous morning star, Kepesk distracting the leader of the creatures and dealing significant damage with his ice-coated scythe, Fib narrowly dodging and weaving through attacks and cleverly using the darkness to pass checks (presumably for being able to disengage and hide) before returning to the fray with impressive sneak attack damage, and Minthe channeling her most powerful spells at her disposal to decimate the army of spiders.       Now, Kepesk, he’s a... cocky son of a bitch. Well, mayhaps not cocky, but I lack a better term. He’s absolutely chaotic, as is his player, though in the best way possible. He only does nonsense when he knows it can benefit the group, or at least himself and not harm the group, and it always makes for a good laugh! This boss fight would be no different, as he evades and disengages from the giant spider, and attempts to use her own weapons against her - by charming one of the spiders. Not, you know, magically charming them or commanding them. Just... you know, trying to tame it. In the middle of the fight. While also dodging the flurry of swipes and jabs from the boss.       It may sound ridiculous, but we just thought it was as hilarious as it was badass, and we were dying of laughter, even the DM was into it (despite the fact that she later described never in a million years anticipating it, so good on her for being awesome about improvising shit). Now, he did, admittedly, have to earn it. A check to learn more about the spiders, a check to calm the spider, and then a few other things to make sure it didn’t die, fall, etc etc, since we were trying to kill as many spiders as possible, and he was sandwiched between the horde and the boss. He definitely suffered some hits and had to earn his pet gem spider, but, he did!       Now, I see this, and I’m laughing while I think of a way to help. Maybe I have a spell that can make his checks easier, or buy him some time by getting the boss spider’s attention with a Divine Smite from Sunn, as I still had one last spell slot for him. But, I realized, Sunn rolled less than adequate on his initiative, and he was out for more than a few rounds, at least six or so. Minthe, however? She was next.   

   Now, for whatever reason, my thoughts lingered on Sam. “Man”, I thought, “what would Sam think if she were in this situation with Minthe?”       Well, quickly, I had an answer. I smiled to myself, now giggling quietly.       “She’d want a pet of her own, right?” I thought to myself. I mean, I wasn’t sure if she had a familiar or not at the time, but I knew the idea was humored by Sam and our DM. Maybe, just maybe, I could actually pull it off! A check to figure out what these things are, how to tame them, just get Sunn or Edgar to protect her from some spiders and boom, should be easy, right? Yes, it was. Just... not as easy as I thought it would be.       “DM?” I ask, politely.       “Wassup?” She asks in return, awaiting my response.       “Minthe notices Kepesk not fighting with one of the spiders, and reasons that she’s away from most of the enemies... can she try to tame a spider as well?”       She thinks on it for a second, and asks me to explain my reasoning, which I do. Minthe was known for being a little strange, since she was a Necromancer and didn’t really give a damn what people thought about her, so it’s not like it was out of character. I also add that it would be a nice surprise for Sam, since she had thought about getting Minthe a familiar before, and maybe this would be a way to ease that desire until a real familiar could be obtained (she ended up getting a... raven, or maybe a crow, as her legit familiar. He’s hilarious and can communicate using telepathy, he’s surprisingly eloquent with common, if a bit snarky)! The DM rules that I can certainly try, and to roll an Arcana check to learn more about these creatures. Minthe, being a wizard, had a very high score, and I rolled decently, between 10 and 15, so I was safe, and learned all of the information Kepesk had. Then, I roll another Arcana check to try and tame it (the reason I rolled Arcana and not Animal Handling, as I recall, was that Minthe was using her knowledge and actual facts of how to tame the creatures as opposed to intuitive care for the animal). I pick up my D20, shake it with both hands, and mumble “pleeeeaaase work..” to myself. I let go, and a few clacks ring out. People were curious if I could do it.       Natural 20.       I was pumped for the rest of the night - not only was the spider okay with chilling with Minthe, it fell in love! With two new allies on our side, we defeated the rest of the pests and took down the Massive Spider herself! Victory was ours, and the session ended as we pushed open the heavy metal gates, greeted with the sight of relatively civilized society. It was full of crooks, but at least there was an inn, so we felt pretty damn good.       I eagerly texted Sam the report of the session that night once I was in my car on the way home (wasn’t driving, lol), and told her the tale of how she would have a viscous, dangerous little crystal spider to roleplay with as her character in the next session. To this day, both Minthe and Kepesk still have their spider kids and they honestly love them very, very much.       The End! 💛

[musesonawhim]

about Britta Perry

characters I’d like for her to interact with: mostly just the study group? at least for now, and especially after the show ends.  

icons: only from Ibiza for now, not made by me

about community and this muse: she’s a test muse, I can't promise to pick the perfect phrasing she'd use. I didn’t memorize Community episodes but I did watch it several times and can google if needed. 

page in construction and important to read due to trigger-y themes and my own take on her. Keep in mind that Britta's actions aren't always right and I do NOT consider them okay. The most important things are bolded, it’s up to you whether to read the rest or not. 

She will definitely do 'woke' things just for brownie points or mean well but not research enough to discuss a topic, sometimes actually defending the wrong side because she listened to a loud vocal minority.

I consider her straight because I believe that if Britta had felt even the slightest attraction to women she’d have used it to win arguments in every way possible, being the person she is, and made it a constant topic of conversation. That and she said so (and denied Annie a kiss)

Very important: Britta has been molested as a child by a man in a dinosaur costume, specifically at her 11th birthday party, and told her father, who didn't believe her and took his side after she told the restaurant owner. This was both mentioned in the show, albeit subtly, and confirmed in the official website and confirmed by Dan Harmon. That is an important part of Britta to me, and explains some of her issues. There will be references to it in threads with tags such as "rape tw" and "abuse tw" since we don't know how far it went and it tends to be the most common blocked tag for people who can be triggered by it, and if requested 'pedophilia tw', just in case. Please do tell me if you’d rather avoid this topic completely, I can’t always ask everyone beforehand and I promise you I will not as questions about it nor be upset. Your comfort comes before my roleplaying. I would love if she got to share this and vent to a few important friends while she works on it through therapy, which I headcanon was an on and off secret thing during the serie, especially after she decided to study psychology, and became permanent at the end of the season while she worked as bartender.

This also means that what her parents did to her, not believing her, drug testing her as a child because she laughed too much and so on, will be portrayed as the abuse it was, not a laughing matter, and I'm in favor of Britta never rekindling their relationship and being angrier for a longer time with her friends for talking to them behind her back, even if she never told them just how bad they were with examples, but eventually lets it go because of that very reason. We can write canon divergent threads where she’s more forceful about not wanting their friends to interact with them in a more serious way, or even tell them what they did, but otherwise canon isn’t that different if we have just Britta cut them off her life. 

CANON “DIVERGENCES”

This may be an odd choice but I can't write Britta in a cartoonish way*, so in the present, as in after the show, I'd like to write her a bit more like she was in s1, capable of having an adult conversation (it’s a process but she’s getting back to that), the Britta who had the ability to be 'more' reasonable than in later reasons, and to have her behave more realistically even if still messing up a lot and with her ridiculous moments. She's still overdoing it with activism and going about it in often inappropriate/incorrect ways in her desperate attempt to be a woke and good person. She still says things she shouldn't say and gets needlessly defiant too. What happened in canon happened here too, except her forgiving her parents or talking to them again like I wrote above, or joking about them paying for her. She works hard to return all the borrowed money, especially after the show is over and she moves to a new and extra cheap place.

To keep the show canon the way it was, since her decay works in a tvshow but it’s not doable for me as ‘Britta simply opened up and was always that way’, I headcanon many of her behaviors around the middle of the serie -between s2-s3 until more or less the last season- as both a bit of a breakdown (when excessive; after all saying that she was always drunk/high doesn’t sounds as her being okay) and as her being a lost woman trying to find herself, and even playing up some of the 'dumbness' to fit in with her new persona and to shield herself from pain, because she would hide her real self to keep it from getting hurt. She becomes a bit more well-adjusted after the end of the serie, also because she puts an effort into not being high or drunk, and the therapy is starting to work, while still trying to heal from her past and still having trouble being a fully responsible adult - still the woman who postpones laundry and has weird cats. She joins her canonically unnamed brother (that I’ll name Walter) who works with disabled children after she gets her psychology degree - not actually as therapist, she becomes more of a helper who can give them advice while still working at the bar too.

*She went from being able to read Pierce's actions in the second episode correctly and say "He offered me a 100 dollars to switch cards with him just so he could be partners with Jeff. I think he thought getting closer to Jeff would bring him respect in the group. I think he spent his whole life looking out for himself, and he would trade it all for a shot at some kind of family" and invoke the freedom of information act to request copies of Annie’s notes 

to being so dumb she didn't know it was weird to say to Jeff and his own father that "I just want to acknowledge there are a lot of emotions flowing right now. You two are probably feeling a strong impulse to sleep with each other, and hey, that's normal." when applying psychology notions, talk about 'edible complex' or "what, I have 3d vision now?" and I just can’t see that happening, the person she ‘really’ was in later seasons couldn’t have pretended to be actually smart for a year and a half. Nor forget how people speak or even move normally, there is a difference between opening up and showing your dumb side and that.

RELATIONSHIPS - not necessary to read, just my take on them

To be clear, when it comes to the study group, I’d die to actually have Britta bond more, in a more genuine way, with everyone and straighten things up when they don’t work, and just really feel close to them all, more than canon showed, so what I’m writing here is just the way I see things right after the end of the show and they can be made better later.  Jeff is the closest person to her in terms of being a peer that she understands and that seems to understand her, whether it's written in a romantic or completely platonic way (I’m okay with both, but Britta may slightly resent Annie if in threads she’s portrayed as back together with Jeff, since she never seemed completely okay with that to me). She does care about his opinion in particular, while she is a little more able to shrug off the mocking from the rest of the group (see the concert she tried to pull off so he wouldn't win). Abed is also particularly special to her, since she considers him one of her first real friends ever and there was never a romantic or sexual interaction to mess that up. I don't ship her with Troy but I recognize her past feelings for him, even if ultimately they didn't fit. Her relationship with Annie may bring up some defensiveness, I’d love for them to be friends but during the show there was more constant disagreement than bonding (though living together helped), so I’d like for them to become friends instead of assuming they support each other. Shirley was possibly the closest female friend to her, who taught her more about how to be ‘socially girly’, with things such as bathroom breaks together and comforting Annie. Even there were plenty problems with the two disrespecting each other’s beliefs so often. Pierce was, well, Pierce, and she tried to be nice to him mostly out of ‘duty’ because that’s how people should behave. She’s less close to Frankie and Elroy because most of that school year she was drunk or high or in her own world but I like to think things got better after the show, especially with Frankie who gives her such a good vibe.. 

[ilikeoldchangke]

This is a work of fiction.

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I met my wife Kristin when I was volunteering at a old folks home. It was part of my company’s corporate social responsibility program while for Kristin, she goes there every month to interact with the old people and to chat with them.

I remembered I was mopping the floor when I saw her appear in front of me at the elevators.

The moment our eyes met, I was love struck and no words left my mouth even though I wanted to speak.

Kristin smiled at me before walking away. I could not take my eyes off her back view, that shapely body, that graceful walk and the radiant smile remained in my head for the whole day.

I finally mustered up enough courage to ask for her number at the end of the day and I was not disappointed.

I was literally shaking when I asked her for her name.

James : Hi…. Hi… I’m…. ermm… my name is James….

Kristin : hi… I’m Kristin…

James : Erm… I was wondering…. If… ermm.. you would like to grab a coffee after this…

Kristin smiled and agreed immediately.

Kristin : to be truthful….. I would have asked you out if you waited any longer….. I saw you loitering around for the past few hours… haha

James : hahah…. It’s… nerve wrecking … I’ve never done this before…

Kristin : neither have i… haha…

It was apparent to me by then that our attraction to each other are mutual.

Kristin and I hit it off from that very first coffee, before long, we were dating.

I’ve had a couple of relationships before and the feeling I get from Kristin is very different. It’s not just the usual puppy love or the fresh honeymoon period, I genuinely see Kristin as a life partner.

I love her. I really do.

I know she loves me as well.

We dated for 3 years and it was a magical time.

The passion, the love and of course the lust we had for each other’s body made the sex really good.

We fucked like bunnies whenever we could. We tried everything.

Bondage, role playing, outdoor fun, even exposing ourselves on the balcony on a cruise. Whenever something comes to mind, we would discuss it and we would try it.

I’ve even strapped Kristin down on a bed at the old folks home before using medical grade restraints designed to stop the patients from hurting themselves. With her immobilised, we role played that she was getting forced upon by robbers while volunteering.

We ended up wetting and soiling not only the bedsheets, but the floor of the empty ward as well.

Kristin has even pretended to be a ladyboy, holding me down while she pegged me in my anus while forcing me to wear her bra. There is nothing too dirty or taboo in our sex life except one thing.

The past.

It was a casual discussion. Somehow it drifted to the topic of my past relationships and of course, my sex life.

I was candid about it of course, it was all in the past. I don’t mind sharing, after all, she is the one that I want to marry and spend the rest of my life with.

I admitted that I had sex with all 3 ex girlfriends, but it was nothing fantastic or crazy. Just normal

Normal things couple do when they are in love, that’s all.

Compared it with the stuff Kristin and I get up to, those were nothing.

James : What about you ?? …

Kristin : what about me… ?

James : Your past relationship…. How’s the sex… ?

I never expected Kristin to clamp up when I asked her the question.

It was a little unexpected. I mean we have been pretty open with each other, talking about everything under the sun. I know she is not a virgin, I didn’t mind it at all.

I’m not one either anyway.

Kristin : nothing interesting…. Just normal…

Having been together for a couple of years, I could read her like a book. There’s no hiding that she is uncomfortable talking about it.

James : Dear…. It’s ok…. I mean…. If you are uncomfortable… there’s no need to….

Kristin  : why are you so curious about my past… ?

James : why wouldn’t I be… ? I want to spend the rest of my life with you… but I’m not forcing you to share…..

Kristin : then you shouldn’t be so concerned about what happened before…isn’t it… ?

James : I didn’t say I’m concerned…. I’m just curious…. And why are you getting so defensive… ?

I never expected that simple discussion to lead to our very first quarrel.

I can’t say it’s exactly a quarrel, maybe a small argument, or disagreement on a subject.

Determined to have the last word, Kristin literally spit out the words in spite at the end.

Kristin : I have never been pregnant before…. If you are wondering about that… !

Well that statement came as a bit of a shock to me.

I didn’t expect her to say something like that.

I mean, just chill man.

We made up a couple of days later and we never spoke about it again.

I was indifferent, or so I thought.

There is something about the statement she made that seemed to linger in my head.

“ I have never been pregnant before “

Why would she say something like that ?

Why can’t she just say, yes, she is not a virgin, she has sex with her ex-boyfriend before, something I already knew. Why must it be said that way ?

That sentence slowly festered in my head.

It slowly consumed my mind.

I didn’t see it happening but like the seed of a evil thought, it slowly started to sprout.

I was never the jealous type but I started getting jealous when I think of Kristin and her ex-boyfriends.

What did they do when they were together ?

Sure, they had sex, but was it good ?

Did Kristin enjoy herself more with them or with me ?

I started to question my ability.

I started to decipher what Kristin meant by her sentence, drawing up different scenarios to fit it in my head.

I would think of her ex-boyfriend shooting their cum deep inside her as she moaned for them to go deeper.

It was a sick thought but I find myself getting aroused.

I would imagine Kristin sucking their dicks in the car, swallowing their semen and quenching her thirst with them.

I would imagine Kristin being fucked by both her ex-boyfriend at the same time like a slut. She would moan and cum while having her holes filled by their cocks and begging for more when it’s over.

It’s sick, I know but I was getting aroused by the thought.

The more I think about it, the harder my cock gets.

I still love Kristin, I still lust for her body and her touch but as the days go by, the arousal from imagining her getting fucked by her ex-boyfriends gets stronger.

It got to the point when I was fucking Kristin, I would close my eyes and imagine it was someone else that is doing the fucking, while I would be the one doing the watching.

It’s really weird.

I did what I could to suppress my feelings and emotions. These are things I cannot share with Kristin. She would think I’m mad.

Eventually I proposed to Kristin on her 28th birthday and she said yes.

It was an amazing night for us.

I proposed in the cable car, and we spent the night in a nice hotel in Sentosa.

The sex was as good as it gets but I knew something was wrong with me by then.

How can it be that, on the day I proposed, and while on the verge of having my orgasm, the picture I had in my head was of seeing Kristin being taken in a gangbang ?

I knew I was slowly being consumed by that mad thought.

As the days go by, I would start to propose roleplaying of other kinds.

Threesomes and gangbangs.

I would use dildos as a stand in, I would pretend I was a spectator and watch Kristine use the dildo on herself.

I would give her instructions on what to do, what I want to see.

I would tell her to fuck herself with the dildo in specific ways, and I would imagine I was giving instructions to the imaginary men that is fucking my wife to be.

Kristin felt it was weird but she went along.

About a year before our wedding, I floated the idea of a gangbang, something to mark the end of singlehood.

I suggested that we invite a stranger, someone we would never meet again.

Kristin was horrified at the idea.

She threw a fit.

I don’t blame her.

After all, who could imagine that a few months before you get hitch, your husband to be wants to see you fucking a stranger ?

I tried to explain to her, I told Kristin that I love her and I’m not going to force her to do it.

It’s just for discussion. I want to hear her views. It’s a fetish and fantasy, no different from any of the other things we have done so far. I came clean with her, telling Kristin about my fantasy and fetish.

We ended up quarrelling and left it hanging.

We made up again soon and life went back to normal. There’s a lot of things to get ready for the big day.

I still have sex with Kristin regularly and I no longer hid my interest and fetish.

We would always roleplay the gangbang scenario.

I would always watch Kristin make herself cum with the dildos before I fuck her and made her cum the 2nd round.

From using 1 dildo, we graduated to 2.

Then to 3.

I knew I needed help when I held a dildo for Kristin to suck while fucking her pussy with another when I could use my own dick. That’s not all, I had Kristin’s hands hold onto a dildo each, asking her to pretend she was being gangbanged.

The scenario was that she is stroking 2 men, sucking 1 and being fucked by another. A total of 4.

She came explosively.

So did i.

So did i.

The more I did it, the deeper I sank. It was not just for me, it was for Kristin as well.

The more she used the dildos, the more she enjoyed them. The varying thickness and length going in and out of all her holes, her hands busy trying to pleasure and serve imaginary men with me encouraging her at the side, Kristin would soak the bed with her natural juices even before her first orgasm.

When vocal calls of lust and moans were no longer enough, I started to engage in conversation at Kristin. I wanted to talk to her, understand her perspective while playing the sick scenario.

James : you like his cock in your mouth ??

Kristin : slurpzzz.. slurpzz yes… ernghh. Yes… slyrpzz…

James : say you like to get gangbang….

Kristin : ernghh.. I like to get gangbang…..ernghh..ernghhh… I like to get gangbang…. Ernghhh

And while Kristin is moaning and saying what I want to hear, I would pleasure her holes with the dildos. The mental stimulation is stronger from the scene I’m seeing is better than the physical one I was feeling with my dick.

There was once I was masturbating while looking at Kristin pleasure herself with a dildo at least 1.5 times the length of my cock when she blurted something out by accident.

Remember I always encouraged her to say ‘ I like to get gangbang ‘, that day, when she came, Kristin shouted the words I want to hear but with a slight variation.

A very slight one.

Instead of ‘ I like ‘ , it came out as ‘I want’

Kristin : ernghhh… ernghhh.. ernghhhh !!!!! I want to get gangbang !!!!!! ernghhhhhhhhh

Just a simple change in the word caused my legs to go soft as I came while stroking my cock. I could have had sex with Kristin, I could have came inside my fiancé but I didn’t. I chose to wank myself off watching her get pleasured to orgasm.

3 months before our big day, Kristin finally relented.

She agreed.

I let as if someone punched me in my stomach.

That feeling cannot be describe.

She agreed to try.

To be fuck by others. To experience the cocks of other men.

I had to rub my eyes and make her say it again to make sure I was not hearing her wrong.

Kristin had some conditions which I had to agree to if she were to do this.

Kristin : I love you James…. I’m doing this for you…

James : I love you too… I really do…. I want to be sure you are ok with it….

She said she would only agree to it if all her conditions are satisfied.

James : ok…. Ok……

First, she will only do it one time. Never again.

James : Ok…. Just one time….

Kristin : I…i….. ….. they must not be people we know….. and we will never meet again… ever……it’s just one time….

That’s a reasonable condition.

I hugged my wife and she embraced me tightly as well. She told me she felt so shameful yet curious, she don’t know how to face me during and after it happens.

She volunteered to wear a blindfold and that I should be one of the participants of the gangbang as well.

Kristin : I want to know at least out of the different cocks I’m satisfying, one of it belongs to you….

My erection pushed hard against my pants the moment my mind processed that statement.

Kristin : and protections … definitely protection….

James : I love you Kristin…. I love you….. I agree … I agree…..

Kristin : and if we quarrel in the future…. This should never be brought up….

I held her hands and said I’m sorry.

James : I’m sorry…. I shouldn’t be asking this of you….

Kristin : I know you really want it….i’m doing it because it’s for you….

We kissed and Kristin continued with her conditions.

Kristin : the men must be.. …. Clean….. no smokers….

James : yes… yes I agree….

Kristin : sure… ?

James : yes….can we….. can we….

Kristin : can we what… ?

James : can we do it…. On our wedding night… ?

I could see the look of surprise on my wife-to-be’s face.

I told her we would have the wedding suite, plenty of alcohol. Once everything is over, we would be tired.

She would have no difficulty having a few drinks and getting tipsy. It would set the conditions right.  

It would be a special night for us to mark the end of a chapter.

James : when we wake up…. Together….we will start the first day afresh…. As husband and wife….

Kristin looked away and thought about it for a while before nodding her head.

I hugged Kristin and I kissed her forehead.

The erection I had in my pants was on the verge of exploding.

My wife would get fuck by other men on my wedding night.

I would get to watch it.

This is a dream come true.

I am agreeable to the terms, to her conditions. I am agreeable to all of it.

However it’s only going to happen once.

Just once, never again.

If I don’t take the opportunity to do everything I want to, I might never get the chance again.

I took a few days to formulate my plan before I put something together.

It’s sick.

It’s perverted.

I can’t believe an idea like this is running through my head and I could not believe I was excited to be thinking about it.

I knew what I wanted to do.

Kristin agreed to 2 other.

Instead of just 2 man, I’m going to find 5 others.

That’s not all.

Since it’s going to happen only once, I want to record it.

I want to record what happened, keep it safe in a vault only I know of.

Then on nights when the urge gets irresistible, I will be able to replay that night not only in my head, but on a screen. I want to be able to relive that gangbang moment again.

My wedding night where I get to watch my wife being fucked by men she never met and will never meet again.

I could feel my heartrate go off the chart even just imagining what would happen.

What would the men do to Kristin ?

Will they follow my instructions ?

How will they undress her and remove her gown ?

How many times will my wife cum while having her holes filled ?

Will she be able to tell which one is me and which one is not ?

I’m even thinking of switching out totally, even if it’s just for a short moment.

A few precious seconds of just hanging back and taking in the scene of Kristin moaning while having all her holes filled.

All the variables and the possibilities are endless.

I only know I want to keep every moment of this etched into my head.

Every moment of it and Kristin must never know about the video and the photos.

Never.

Do I feel guilty ? Of course I do but the urge, the urge to do it is getting stronger every passing day.

Kristin agreed to it.

And for the last bit.

The most arousing thought of all.

I’m going to invite those men to my wedding as guests. This is something Kristin must never know about.

Right from the moment they step into the reception posing as friends or ex-colleagues, I want to see the look in their eyes.

I want to feel the same excitement they feel.

The excitement and anticipation of knowing that they are going to get to fuck the bride on her wedding night after the banquet is over.

First….

I would need to find the men who want to fuck Kristin, and something tells me it would not be a difficult task at all.

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THIS CHAPTER: Blake/Yang/Carmine: Striptease, roleplay, costumes, consent play, grinding, clothes-ripping, fingering, sixty-nine, anal fingering, perineum play, analingus, catnip, strap-on sex, double-penetration, cuddling.

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==Chapter 29

================== BONUS 04: Blake Versus The Grimm

A weekend at last. After a week of exams, Blake was more than happy for the two days ahead with no studying, no homework, no stress. So much so that it gave her an idea to bring a significant stress relief.

So far, all her fellow teammates had been in various situations that definitely were not typical. Multiple teammates sating different urges, submitting themselves completely. It was the ultimate form of trust. Blake hadn't been the subject of such acts. At least, not yet. That was all about to change, thanks to a plan she had formed the past few days. A plan to not only make it up to Yang for having the choke-chain pulled on so hard that many times, but to satisfy the Faunus’s own desires to be roughly handled, to be subjected to such different forms of pleasure. Yang was not yet aware that she was curious about being ‘put in her place’ in the bedroom, even if only there; it had been something she was starting to become aware of through a few of the most recent interactions.

But Weiss was still exhausted when Blake asked her about joining in. She didn't fancy going for yet another round so soon after her past three ventures, and seemed even more leery about doing anything like that with Yang so soon after their argument. That was understandable; they all needed a brief break from each other. And Ruby was off the table, for obvious reasons.

That left another alternative, which worked out in her favour, since it meant leaving the dorm room and heading into Vale proper.

Carmine had remained in contact with the two since their last venture in the bedroom. There was the odd night out, messaging constantly, some even rather naughty messages being sent back and forth between the three of them. Mostly, she had moved on with Velvet, and things were going well in that department, but they had all remained a very unusual kind of friends. Of course, when Blake messaged her about having one last fling, for the sake of helping Yang and Blake try something new, she jumped at the chance. She even invited Blake to use the apartment at her leisure.

Which they did. Even if Yang wasn't due to arrive for another hour, Carmine and Blake had been idly chatting as they set the apartment up. The majority of the room was cleared so there was plenty of space to move. That was intentional, of course. But next was another thing that Carm had suggested: fancy dress. Having prepared a number of outfits on the bed for Blake to choose from, Carm was sitting on the bed nearby while she viewed the various outfits, commenting on each one. But there was one conversation she wanted to have.

"So… this whole Dust thing… Yang isn't pulling my leg, right? Can she genuinely make herself have a dick at will?"

"It's not quite that simple," Blake laughed as her shorts hit the floor. Normally, she'd have a bit more modesty than this, but Carmine had already seen her in all her glory on multiple occasions. "When she uses it, there's still a time period in which she has to adjust. And she still has to take the antidote to reverse the process - it's not like saying a magic word."

"Oooohhh, right. So it takes a while to kick in." Unable to help herself, Carm did raise her eyebrows at the display before her, glancing Blake's figure up and down with a small smirk. She had indeed seen Blake naked numerous times, and had one or two photos saved of it as well; but the sight was irresistible every time.

But her curiosity was also powerful. A girl with a penis was something entirely new to her, and she couldn’t pretend she didn’t want to at least have a look. "...You… think she'll have it tonight?"

"It's pretty likely. Yang asked me if I cared if she took it again a couple days ago, since we’re supposed to be going camping soon and I think she’s planning to get me alone, but we haven't hooked up since then, so I don't know for sure." Once stepping out of her boots, she began to roll her usual tights down and off. "Why?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Carmine offered a small smirk. "Kinda curious. I mean, I've been with guys before and I'm not attracted to them at all. But this sounds interesting. Like a ‘best of both worlds’ situation."

The smirk that played around Blake's mouth was a knowing one. As she reached up and began to unravel the bow that kept her ears hidden from the world at large, she needled her, "You seem to have a lot of… interests."

Straight away, Carmine was nervously biting her lip. Yet again, that uncontrollable desire for them was worming its way back. Although she adored Blake, and would even if they weren't present, the ears did something more for her. But snapping back when she realised what Blake had said, she spoke to cover the fact that her cheeks were heating up. "I guess so. Hey, a shy girl's allowed to use the internet regularly, right?"

"Who said anything about the internet?" Blake laughed as she finally finished with the rest of her clothes, and reached for the far-from-modern undergarments she had laid out on Carmine's bed. "But hey, I'm not judging."

As Blake pulled the clothes on, Carm found herself watching the actions rather dreamily. She couldn't deny it was a treat. "Oh! By the way," she began, pointing to the rest of the clothes laid out. "Don’t worry if they get ripped. If you're into that, of course."

At that comment, Blake straightened up halfway through clasping her bra. "Oh… I, um, yeah. I was gonna pay you if any of them are. If not, you can keep them if you want - or I could just buy them all from you. Whatever."

"Hey, don't sweat it. They were just old Halloween costumes, and were cheap as hell." But as Blake reached over for the rather revealing top, one made to deliberately impersonate some form of damsel, she got up off the bed herself, pacing over to the wardrobe. "Right then, what kind of thing shall I go for?"

"Well, I've been thinking about that. You could wear another one like mine... or another one like Yang's." Pulling up the billowy skirt that reached almost to the floor once it graced her hips, she glanced over her shoulder at the redhead. "I mean, or whatever. Your choice, really."

"Hmm…" Looking through her wardrobe, she flicked between each of the different hung up outfits. Nothing really stuck out, at least not to these interests. "What if I went for... some kind of Mad Queen or something before you and Yang start, to throw her off the scent, and then while you two are getting started…" She deliberately looked back to Blake for a moment, just to see the look on her face. "I can get changed into the same thing as Yang, then join you?"

"Interesting. I like it." Then she began to lace up the corset that went over her loosely-hanging tunic - with its plunging neckline. "Are you going to use any... special equipment? Besides just the costume."

It backfired. Now Carm was the one turning completely red as she thought of that possibility. Deciding to distract herself with the task at hand, she pulled out a rather long white coat. One that certainly gave an heir of royalty. It was one of her normal clothes, but it would do if she was to do a quickchange later.

"U-Um... Well that's..." She was mumbling, obviously flustered. "Up to you, I mean, I won't... mind either way."

As she began to don a few assorted bits of costume jewellery, Blake's smile grew slightly more mischievous.

A little less than an hour later, Yang had arrived on her trusted Bumblebee, mainly for Blake's benefit when they headed home tomorrow. She knew the feline Faunus adored the thrill of being a passenger. As she checked her scroll's message yet again, she made her way through the apartment complex toward Carm's home, rereading the message she'd received earlier to make sure she hasn't missed anything. It was just a simple invite over for a drink - so Yang thought, anyway. Yet the request to not wear heels seemed to stick out. But she didn't even have to knock on the door before Carmine opened it, straight away gesturing for her to come in. Not even a single word was spoken when Yang obeyed.

"Dude, what's up with the silent treatment? It's like you're some kind of evil genius or something inviting me to your secret layer." "You could say that." Carmine smirked. As Yang took her boots off in the foyer, she was handed a set of clothes by Carmine. A black, rather furry appearing jacket, one which was littered with small white markings on its back. Some rather small black shorts to match it, and most unusually, a White Fang mask.

"So, Yang... How do you fancy a bit of roleplay?"

There were sounds of shifting in the main room. From her vantage point, Yang could see nothing, but there was the distinct sound of glass clinking against glass, then being muted entirely; perhaps something breakable being put away.

"From the way you're handing me a change of clothes, seems like I have no choice," Yang commented with a snort, nodding as she took the set right away. She had suspected fun was in order when Carm messaged, but not what kind of fun. This was entirely a surprise. Finding herself staring at the mask while she slid her jacket and shirt off, she had to ask, "White Fang member? Ain't that in poor taste?"

"Oh, no no. The mask is just because it works with the costume. You're gonna be a Grimm." Carm had stepped back to admire the view, leaning against the wall as she eyed Yang's form while her clothes were being removed. Though from the way Yang was turned, she couldn’t tell if there was “a little extra something” or not. Deliberately speaking up so the woman on the other side of the door could hear, she continued to explain, "Here's the scenario. I'm a wickedly Mad Queen, who's asked the fair maiden to marry me, but alas! She refused. So me, being furious with the rejection, have vanished her out to the forests. Although… she doesn't suspect there would be rather… needy and hungry monsters out there."

"Sure hope none of them are close!" said a high-pitched voice. There were a limited number of possibilities of who it could be, even though the person in the other room was affecting a very slight accent - and going into the falsetto range.

Tilting her head again at the costume, Yang began to smirk. This certainly was going to get rough if she was going to pretend to be the very monsters they fought. She could only hope Blake was prepared. But Carm had already slid her coat on, opening the door slightly to leave, but not before facing Yang one more time.

"Oh... If she ever says 'I will marry the mad queen', then that's the safety phrase. We'll get started, you come in when you're more… ferocious."

And finally, she entered the room with Blake again. Now things had been assumed, Carm looked to the feline with a wicked smirk, pacing around the room and toward her. "Aha, I've found you yet again, my lady."

Blake turned to look at them, one hand pressed against her stomach - perhaps because of the tightly-laced bodice. The white peasant top with its short sleeves showed a generous glimpse of cleavage, smooth globes of flesh catching the flickering candlelight. Below the tight leather, a violet skirt reached just above Blake's bare feet. Silver bangles adorned her wrists, ankles, and fingers. Even the bow on top of her head had been replaced with a simple scarf, though the telltale peaks easily displayed where her ears were hiding.

"Oh - oh, what might this beast be which you have brought?!" she demanded of the 'mad queen'.

"He's my pet." Thanks to her knowledge of the Dust from Blake, she decided to humour her in that sense, just in case the tale wasn't true at all. But as her mad queen paced around the room, making her way to her 'throne' - being the singular sofa - she took a comfortable seat straight away, tilting her head as she stared back at her prisoner. "And he's very hungry. And unfortunately for you, disobedient wenches are his favourite thing to eat. Isn't that right?"

When she looked back to Yang again, she had only just put on the mask, quickly flailing to try and neaten her hair to make room for the fake ears on the top. She was clearly not in character yet from the sounds of muttering 'this again?' under her breath. All that took was for Carm to clear her throat, and make her look straight back up.

"O-oh! I mean... Grrrr..."

There was some effort in suppressing a chuckle, but Blake managed it. Then she clutched at her neckline again, backing up a step. "You... plan to eat me, foul beast? But I can't be very appetizing..."

"I sure am-"

"No, he's not hungry in that sense." Carm interrupted Yang. It just didn't make a good Grimm role if she was going to stand there talking. Not only that, but Carm wished to build up the suspense into their play. "Grimm don't necessarily eat. They hunger for… other desires."

Blake's hand played across her throat in a manner that was almost as seductive as it was "frightened". "Then... you would feed me to this monster? My body?"

"Exactly." Now she had crossed her legs gracefully, placing her hands on her knees to make herself appear more sinister, more like a Queen in fact. "And I want to watch these events, of course. I have to have some entertainment, don't I?"

Yang had taken that as her sign to move forward, arching her back and standing on her toes to give herself more of a creature-like appearance. The mask meant Blake was unable to see her eyes, but her mouth was only showing a sinister grin. And another sign that played into the role was obvious below. Carm didn't notice it, but there was a slight bulge beginning to form in the shorts Yang was made to wear. That easily, she was getting turned on.

Nor did Blake notice it - at first. Not when her entire focus was on the game they were about to play. Yes, her own sex had been heating up ever since she donned the elaborate costume, but that was because she knew the eventual result would be playing into her desires. But Yang? There was no reason to believe she would already be aroused, not when she had literally just arrived.

But the game was afoot. Widening her stance, Yang braced to move at a moment's notice, hands out to either side to help her maintain balance. Maybe it was just imagining how the scene would play out that was turning Yang on. Or maybe... Maybe she had been prepared for such events. Perhaps it was because of their last encounter that she had taken the Dust mixture; her vulnerable sex had made her all too easy to subdue. At least, to her own way of thinking, it had. The Dust took a while to kick in, so would explain why it was only showing now.

But as soon as Carm clicked her fingers, the game had began. Yang made a dash toward her, trusting in Blake's instincts as a fighter for her to be able to avoid her straight away. Carm of course was clueless to their huntress training, so it would prove to be quite the display for a non-huntress. And seconds later, Blake was dashing just past Yang with the speed borne of years of training, though careful to suppress her instincts to turn and fight. That was not her role today; she was to be prey, nothing more. To make the game interesting for her lover.

And interesting it was. With each dodge and turn, Carm found herself even clapping with excitement, laughing at the two's antics as they leapt and ran across her apartment. She really was in for a treat it seemed!

Crouching toward the floor for a moment, Yang kept her eye contact on Blake's. Even if she was unable to see her eyes, Yang was smirking throughout. A clear way to show she was enjoying this. Small gestures such as these were acceptable through their play, and were essential in making sure each were comfortable.

From the crouching position, she leapt forward again, aiming to either land on Blake, or on her hands to a roll. And indeed, Blake darted to the side, leaping over the corner of the bed to bounce off the wall and run towards the kitchen. Though she was getting quite worked up - in more ways than one - it would not do to simply give in. That wouldn't be satisfying. Maybe she would if things went on too long, but not right away, for sure.

"Come on, pet! Don't you want to sate your hunger? Catch her!" Carm cheered, continuing to clap her hands.

Yang of course did roll from where she landed, flinging herself back to her feet to chase Blake once again, making a quick dash for the kitchen. Thankfully, Blake and Carm had put all items away so she didn't have to worry about damage. But their chase wouldn't be much longer, as she noticed Blake was in the corner. She couldn't run much longer. The “Grimm” filled the doorway of the kitchen. Blake was braced against the back wall, hands upon it and chest heaving. She hadn't broken into a sweat - and wouldn't ordinarily, as this light warmup was nothing for her. But she did look energized.

"Please, I... I beg you, see reason!" she asked again breathlessly, still with a slightly affected accent that made her sound as if she was straight out of some stage production. As best she could, Yang only attempted to imitate a growl, 'circling' her pray as she stalked from side to side, trying to prevent her escape. But thankfully, she was saved by a different command.

"Aww come on, pet. If you're going to have your way at least bring her in here so I can see it!"

Which provided the perfect distraction. The moment Yang's focus wavered, Blake crouched and sprang off from the wall, running at the "Grimm" full tilt. Her violet eyes gleamed with determination. Which of course made Yang fall back against the opposite wall. Her 'prey' had gotten away, even when she had her cornered! She wasn't going to let Blake get away with that. When Blake was back in the living room, she quickly dashed straight toward her, leaping yet again as Blake's back was turned, aiming to take her to the ground with her and pin her down.

This proved to be the end. Though Blake did her best to throw herself to one side, one of Yang's arms still caught and dragged her to the floorboards.

"AH!" she gasped out as they landed, turning her head aside to prevent injury to her face. "You... get off, let me go, you fiend!"

And they were of course, right in Carm's view point. Right there for yet display. To which she could only clap about again. "Bravo! Bravo! Now then, pet. I think you've waited long enough..."

"Grr..." Yang only growled in response, positioning Blake's hands to pin them down above her head, her other beginning to stroke over her body, and all over her clothes. As she shuffled herself upward over Blake's body, she leant in toward her face. Both to add the intimidating factor, but also so she could whisper, "Kay, so, monsters like to tear things... you cool with me ripping this?"

Blake nodded very briefly, not wanting to break character. If Yang had more questions about the clothes, they could discuss it later. Then she more loudly howled, "Mad Queen, you are without mercy! Call your beast off!"

"Oh absolutely not! Things are just getting started…" Carm was content with watching Yang's display for her.

Now that Blake had given the command, she could act as a true monster without any delay, digging her nails and fingers into the fabric of the skirt and pulling as hard as she could. The material certainly was cheap, considering how easily it ripped in her hands. Because of it, she 'clawed' more and more of it, until she was left with scraps.

Next was the shirt. But as Blake lay on her stomach, there was no way to get it. So instead, she leant in toward her again, lips ghosting just over her ear letting Blake feel each breath, and hear her whisper. "Roll over..."

"NNnhhah!" Blake let out loudly, struggling - and not just pretend-struggling. She hoped her actions would make it clear what type of play they would be doing; it wasn't all over but the consummation. She intended to present her battle partner with a legitimate challenge.

Of course, Yang didn't give up. If seductive persuasion didn't work, then continuing her role as a monster would have to do. Positioning her legs either side Blake's body, she released her hands, grasping her shoulders instead to pull her around to the position she wanted. The instant Blake was in such a compromised position, facing her 'attacker', she lowered herself onto her, pressing her full bodyweight down on top of her. And once again, she pinned her hands down either side her head, growling lowly.

Now Blake could feel the huge throbbing length through Yang's shorts, and she shuddered. It was going to be one of their more rough sessions - and she still was less comfortable being taken by it than she was playing around or jerking it off. All of that was about to go out the window, it seemed.

And it was her own damn fault, after all. She and Carmine had set this up - perhaps partly because she wanted to give Yang something to make up for their last session, but also partly to overcome her own misgivings. By now, sweat had broken out across her chest and at her temples, and she was still breathing hard with the weight pressing down upon her. But she would not give in, she would not end their play.

"Stop," the Faunus growled herself, maybe with a slight tinge of honesty into that word while jerking from side to side. It only made her feel the heat through their shorts yet more. "You... you can't do this, you monster!"

"Oh, but he can!" From her distance, Carm couldn't notice the worry on Blake's face. Not the genuine worry, anyhow. She could see only the characters getting into their roles completely, and could only grin at it.

But Yang could. She knew her and Blake had only done this once before when she had taken the Dust. And now they were repeating it under rougher circumstances, when Blake would have to accept her at full force from the off to keep the character. She couldn't let that happen.

"M-mad Queen?" Even though she was keeping eye contact with Blake, she was asking her 'master' a question; "Am I allowed to play with my food first?"

Bracing for impact, Blake merely waited out their situation. She didn't want to tip things one way or another by speaking up to Carmine; if she ended up being taken roughly, and finding herself ill-prepared, it would be on her own head.

"I didn't think pets were meant to talk, Grimmy?" she reprimanded from her comfortable seat. Not that she meant it; this was all good fun for her. But when Yang's gaze met hers, she could somehow tell she was serious about this. "Hmm... Very well then, you can 'play' with her."

"Thank you, master." Turning back to Blake again, the smirk was returning to her face. She released her hands, moving on to prepare her. One hand took off the scarf that was covering her feline ears, and the other was ghosting herself over the shirt, grasping at times to try and find the perfect place to tear it.

But the 'play' part had began, as well. Even with Blake's underwear remaining intact, just as Yang's shorts were, she began to push her hips forward against Blake's, her own crotch area rubbing up against hers each time with only a few layers of clothing to stop them. It was a slow, gradual pace, but in her current position, her current character, dry humping was the only way she could possibly think of getting Blake ready.

"NNNhhh!" Blake growled, grasping at the wrist that was taking off her scarf. It was true, she normally hated her ears being exposed, but in this case it was mostly showmanship; Yang was more than allowed. Meanwhile...

Heat was building between their twin sets of hips as Yang ground down onto her. It was beyond ready, and she herself was coming around to the idea of taking it inside, no thanks to the gentle, continual grinding. Still, she could not go easily, and dug her nails very slightly into Yang's forearm. Yang only growled even more in response, baring her teeth down at the woman below her. Once both hands were free, she grasped a hand full of the shirt's material in each hand, pulling roughly to rip it clear apart from her chest.

Now that she lay on scraps of clothes and underwear, Yang could drink in the sight even more, purring in delight to herself. She only wished she could speak to Blake more to ask about their play, about what she was comfortable with. Suspecting it still wouldn't quite be being taken roughly, one hand drew away from the shirt, quickly diving down and pressing itself firmly against the building heat between Blake's legs, beginning to rub firmly.

Immediately, Blake's back began to arch and a moan forced itself through her gritted teeth. Now that her chest and ears were exposed, she felt even more urgency to fight against Yang's - the Grimm's - advances. Both hands came up and pressed into her shoulders, trying to force the brute backwards even as the warmth built exponentially from the blonde's attentions.

But Yang didn't move. She only continued to ravage her lover, rubbing even faster against the wet layer of fabric between her fingers and her heat. How she did want to just lower her shorts and force herself in. But not yet. That wouldn't be acceptable. Leaning her head in toward her, she began to nibble at her 'prey's' neck, licking and sucking wherever she could, claiming her as her own. Even if in the end Blake belonged to her 'master', there was no reason her current role wouldn't have this factor.

The teeth and lips on her neck only made her grunts louder, made her strain to escape. Not that she expected to be able to, but she wanted to put up a good fight. Wanted her lover to feel satisfied with their struggle. And the struggle was certainly preparing her for what would come next. How long had it been since she felt quite this wet? Even during their previous play, she had mostly just felt amused at the situation their "pet" was in, despite how good Yang was at giving head. Now, it was all about both of them finding pleasure.

Both of them, plus one more that was. One who was beginning to grow impatient it seemed, as she called up to them both, "Come on now, what's the hold up, pet? I thought you were hungry, not in a playful mood!"

Hungry. For their play, they were using that word in a different sense to eating. But what if it meant that, as well...? At least, that thought was crossing Yang's mind as she continued to bite and nibble her neck, starting to head down her collarbone. The hand began to come away from her sex once satisfied it was wet enough, moving to hold onto her legs as she made her decent down her body, it was just a matter of how to keep Blake down.

Which, of course, would not be easy. The minute Blake could sit up, she did, and began to crawl away to one side. Privately, she sort of wanted to keep lying there and let Yang continue with her "project", but staying true to their game was also important. How Yang would pursue her following held a lot of interest for her.

But able to feel Blake's attempts at escape, she growled even lower. She needed to keep her pinned somehow. But if she was to be eating, how would she do that?

And then it clicked. She could keep Blake pinned just as she had before, with her body. Holding her legs down firmly, she shifted her body out from between Blake's legs, quickly turning herself around to straddle her from the other angle instead, sitting herself on Blake's chest instead. It wasn't as satisfying as she thought, considering she was still wearing her shorts so couldn't force Blake to deliver the same treatment just yet, but it did well to keep her in her place.

"Oh..." Carm commented as she watched the situation unfold, where Yang was moving Blake's underwear to one side to expose her completely, and seeming to stare down at it. "S-So you are that kind of hungry after all..."

Feeling herself pressed down against the floor by two strong knees, Blake let out a loud wail of pure frustration; they had tested the sound levels before initiating this game so they would know precisely how loud they could be without making the neighbours uncomfortable.

And then there was the cock hovering over her, dangling down toward her face. It was hidden by fabric, of course, but the arousal made it impossible to mistake for anything else. Images of another cock in such a position swam into her memory, and she had to suppress a little giggle thinking about how cute Ruby could be sometimes. Her head tossed back and forth, trying to escape the looming “threat”. She knew she couldn't avoid it forever... but she also wished Yang had taken off the shorts. There was no reason that, playing the role she was playing, she would remove them herself.

Yang also knew this. But in her haste to keep Blake pinned down, she had forgotten entirely. If she was to receive in this encounter, she'd need a hand.

Which thankfully came in the form of her master, who got up from her seat at last and paced over to them. At first, she was having too much fun simply standing above Blake, smirking down at her from above; it was pretty interesting watching something like that play out. But soon enough, she knelt down, tapping one of Yang's legs to make her move from Blake's shoulder.

"Honestly, Pet. How could you get your meal ready and not do the same for yourself?" But as she grasped Yang's black shorts, and began to shuffle them downward as best she could, exposing her rear, and then the sight of which she couldn't believe. In the place of a vagina, which Carm had seen before, Yang had a cock. A hardened, fully-functioning cock. One which seemed as if she had it since birth.

"Holy shit, it's real," she couldn't help but say, looking in closer.

Blake did break character long enough to smirk up at Carm's expression. Seems explaining things wasn't quite enough to prepare her. Then she shifted back and forth a bit, feigning attempts to get free. "You... you won't touch me with that!" she said theatrically. "I'm not here for your pleasure!"

Shaking her head, she tried to force herself back into character, still unable to help herself as she glanced between Blake and the cock so close to her hand. She debated whether or not to try touching it, but in the end only kept pulling the shorts downward, tapping the other leg so she could take them off her completely.

"O-oh. But you are. And you are going to satisfy my beastie here, just as he is for you."

And with that, Yang was getting back to her character, pressing her fingers against the heat yet again. She still didn't want to rush into things just yet, not until Blake was ready to take her cock into her mouth by her own means. At least from this angle, she could do that when ready without breaking the character all too much.

Secretly, Blake wanted Yang to take the initiative. It was so wonderful to know that her battle partner cared for her this deeply, but the waiting was making her nervous. What if she tried this, and was no good? What if Yang hated her trying it, and went back to Weiss instead? The thoughts were silly, but she couldn't keep them at bay entirely. And then there was Carm, gazing lustily at the cock. Partly disgusted, partly intrigued. Part of her wanted Carm to test the waters... wanted to watch that happen. But that wasn't why they were there, and it wasn't her place to bring it up, anyway.

Taking the first move instead, thanks to her impatience, Yang leant in between her legs, pressing her tongue into the wetness below to sample. Even if she managed to lower her cock toward Blake's face again, she was still making the first move to try and put her at ease. If she was honest with herself, this intense level of play wasn't the best thing to get Blake used to this. But things could be discussed later.

"AH!" Blake gasped when the tongue came into contact with her soft sex, back arching slightly. As her lips fell closed... they found something trapped between them.

Entirely by accident, she had Yang's arousal in her mouth. Just the barest bit of the end, yes, but it was more than she had been expecting moments before. It was quite warm, and salty; she didn't mind it terribly. Now she was definitely glad she had practised with her lover’s sister, as uncomfortable as the thought might have been before. Still she held perfectly still for a few seconds, testing the sensation and how she felt about it.

"Hmm..." Unable to help herself, Yang sighed at the sensation she felt. Blake had taken the bait, or she assumed so at least. Continuing to lap up the juices of her lover below, she lowered her other end slightly more, having assumed Blake meant to take it in her mouth.

Much to Carm's pleasure, shown as she sighed, "Oh Blake..." She gently started stroking the Faunus's hair, petting over her ears. "You look... So brilliant as prey."

A deep sigh issued from Blake as she felt the length sliding past her lips. In a moment, it might begin to get harder to take, despite her practice. But Carm watching her made her feel a compulsion to do well - to perform.

So perform she did. Hands raising up, she drew Yang's hips down very slightly more, forcing yet more of the hot arousal into her throat. It protested, but she ignored the feelings, merely focusing on breathing through her nose as she welcomed its presence. However, she also took the occasion to dig her nails into Yang's flanks. She would not be getting off unmarked.

And with each dig of her nails, there was a clear groaning of pain against her sex. But she didn't let it slow her down. In fact, it only made her want to speed things up, to give Blake more 'punishments' for her wrong-doing. Pressing her head in further, she began to lick the length of her lips even harder then last time, focusing on the clit at the bottom of her stroke, then the entrance at the top.

The Faunus squirmed under such ministrations, finding it harder and harder to keep from groaning out against the intrusion in her throat. She knew that would lead to a very unfortunate scene if she allowed it to interrupt her efforts. So she redoubled them. Doing what she could to loosen her throat and take as much of the Grimm's cock as she could, she began to slide up and down it, bobbing her head up to take “him” in. Mostly it would have to be up to Yang to do the thrusting, as it was not easy from her angle, but she hoped setting the pace would help.

And it did. Fairly confident Blake was going to stay put, she moved her knees off Blake's body and to the ground, just above her shoulders. More than enough to lower herself significantly so she could begin to thrust into her mouth. Slowly, in and out, keeping the pace Blake had set for herself. She dared not go any faster.

Above, she was adding more to the mix. This time, she lapped mainly at her clit this time, two of her fingers had parted the lips around her entrance, making it fairly visible for her to then push two fingers inside of it.

Again, the nails dug deep into flesh and muscle as Blake braced herself against the onslaught of sensations. The tongue on her clit, the fingers entering her... it was so much! She would be climaxing before too long if things kept up at this pace! But she wasn't to be outdone. Her lips created suction around the member as it found its way deeper and then dragged back out, glistening in the low light.

Yet more moans against her clit were made by her Grimm attacker. She was enjoying this, and each sensation against her cock was bringing her closer to that point. And so soon, too! But Blake was to come first. In more ways than one. The fingers began to pump in and out of her body, each time she entered, she tried to curl them against one sensitive spot in particular. One place she knew she could always drive Blake wild. They had experimented with it before, but this was the first time she'd use it while also keeping the attention on her clit.

One thing she hadn't noticed in that time, Carmine had ventured off into the back room. As agreed with Blake earlier, she was off to assume another role, going to change her clothing just for it.

But Blake herself had become too docile, and for too long. She was allowing herself to be devoured by the "beast", letting the actions drive her closer and closer to orgasm, and needed to take her revenge - at least to some lesser extent. Therefore, she rubbed one of her fingertips along the wet length as it slid out of her mouth, just for a moment... before drifting it up to press against the tightly puckered hole above.

Right away, Blake would be able to feel an instant clenching. Once again Blake was attacking that area of her, one that she had grown to love getting attention. Blake knew her weakness like the back of her hand, and that could prove deadly. Her role wasn't going to let her get away with that. And so she ramped the speed of her fingers right up, diving in and out of her quickly while she continued to circle her clit over and over. Not only that, but she began to thrust faster into her mouth, giving little amount of time for her to build up. That's what a true monster would do, after all.

That truly and completely defeated Blake. Not only did her orgasm begin to build to a crescendo that she could never hold at bay, but she also could no longer think, could not make herself try to further antagonize Yang's body as she was dominated. She simply gave in, letting Yang do all the work to bring them both to their end.

Except for her finger. That stayed exactly where it was, pressed up against Yang's forbidden opening - not advancing, not retreating. It was the only consolation.

"Mmmm.... Mmmm!" The more Yang was being teased on her forbidden opening again, the more she continued to moan against Blake's clit. She wasn't going to let her get away with it tonight. There would be ways of getting revenge, very easy ways. Especially if Blake was to be taken by two of them.

But she wanted to finish this activity first, so ramped up the pace of her fingers and her thrusting again. Finally letting her lips leave Blake's clit, she concentrated more and more on the curling of her fingers, trying to speak between her obvious moans.

"You're mine... A-All... M-Mine!"

And Blake was all hers. Her moans began to fill the air, even around Yang's girth, as she orgasmed against the relentless fingers that kept prodding up against her most sensitive insides. Her toes clenched and back arched, her eyes screwed shut. This was what they had both been waiting for, and it had arrived in a splash of brilliant colour.

And the tightness of Blake's lips had also increased, right on her girth as she thrusted in and out a few more times. Then she too had reached her end. After one more firm thrust, she felt her length throbbing into Blake's mouth, releasing the first helping of seed for the evening straight into her throat. Thankfully not too much, despite being the first. Seemed her body was preparing itself for later.

But once the flood of endorphins had stopped, she drew her length out of her mouth, resting to her side instead as she flopped over, panting for breath again. Her thighs dragged Blake onto her side as well, and she lay with the meaty sections of leg on either side of her head, content that way for the time being. It took some fighting, but she managed to swallow most of Yang's essence, just a bit dribbling down her cheek and onto the leg below.

"Oh god..." A few swallows and she managed to speak again. "We... I mean, time out, right? From... the game."

Taking a few more deep breathes, Yang nodded in agreement. But upon realising Blake would be unable to see such a nod, she moved her legs away from Blake's head, rolling only her back so she could sit up properly.

"D-definitely," Yang sighed, taking a moment to remove the mask and place it by her side. A few moments later, Blake's hand drifted up to the indents in her partner's haunches, ghosting over them gently.

"I didn't really hurt you, did I? I'm... everything was so intense!"

Unable to help but laugh lightly, Yang looked down with a tired-looking smile. Even if they were up for more soon, that had taken a lot out of her. "Are you kidding? That was great! And... Well, I can see you kinda enjoyed it, too..." She pointed up at her own lip, mirroring where the remains of Yang's juices were dribbling out her mouth.

"Did you, now?" Just barely able to see Yang's actions from between their bodies, she giggled quietly - and a little bashfully.

"Sorry... I didn't mean for there to be so much." Which was true; that was an awful lot of essence to have wound up in Yang's mouth. Just how turned on had she become from their nigh-dangerous foreplay?

"Not as though you can help it." In fact, to tease Blake all the more, she could be heard smacking her lips together quite loudly, running her tongue around her mouth in an attempt to muster up the taste again. "Hmm... Tangy, a li’l salty maybe, and sweet..."

Flushing scarlet, Blake pressed her face against Yang's nether regions to hide. "Yang, stop!"

"Mmm... And kinda like tuna, but I'm not surprised. Blake-taste..." All the while she was grinning smugly, unable to help herself as she began to gently stroke over Blake's back, drinking in the partial nudity of her. "But I find Blakes look even better then they taste."

Now she was becoming truly embarrassed. Due to her race, she wasn't used to being lavished with such praise - and as Yang was essentially her first bed partner, she was even less used to it in this regard. It was an odd feeling, burning shame accompanied by more love than she had ever felt. It humbled her.

"Then... you can have as much as you want, whenever you want," she told Yang's perineum. "Forever, if you're okay with it."

She was more than okay with it. The more time was passing, the more Yang was starting to question their entire situation. She liked Weiss, and deeply cared for her. No matter what, that fact would never change. But Blake… she loved Blake. Whether or not she was 'the one' was still debatable, but the fact she was considering Blake in that way meant a lot, since she hadn't considered anyone as such before.

But Yang being Yang couldn't admit that. At least, not yet. So she could only smirk. "You know, unlike men, my dick doesn't have a mind of its own so can't answer that question."

Grinning, she pressed her lips even harder against the stretch of skin, feeling the rigid muscles that connected Yang's erection to her body. "Doesn't it? You seem to think with it a lot - even when you technically don't have one."

Biting her lip slightly as she felt the sensation of Blake teasing her skin, Yang couldn't help but continue to grin, resting her head against Blake's inner leg. "Just because I somehow managed to get laid a few times before all this doesn't mean I'm obsessed."

"Fair enough." But she felt the slight shiver running through Yang's body at her touch. Though it took some effort from her angle, she managed to move one of her hands down to grip Yang's anatomy - which, as it turned out, was still hard as a rock. "Wow, this is... I can't believe you want more after all I just swallowed."

"And there's still some dribbling down your lip, if you haven't noticed yet." She chuckled again. Even with Blake's crotch so close to her face, she simply didn't care. If anything, she more thought of it as cuddling. That was obvious when she wrapped one of her arms around her lower back and stroked delicately. "And I had a little... medicinal help."

Humming quietly at the gentle touch, Blake again kissed the smooth skin below her lips. This was paradise. Even the knowledge that Yang had taken another Dust mixture to maintain her current state of "awakening" only made it better; it was an artificial state of arousal, but it was one Yang had entered into voluntarily. She wanted to be with Blake twice in one evening.

However, there was something else she felt a curiosity about: Yang seemed to really enjoy her gentle kisses along that region between butt and balls. As she just barely began to stroke the wet cock again, she ran her tongue along the skin, pressing in slightly as she did so.

"Blake? What are you doi-iiiiiaaaaahhhh…" As soon as she felt the tongue touching her skin, lapping the length of skin up and down, she felt herself beginning to melt away in Blake's arms. Or more, her legs. It was such a strange sensation! Not her crotch, but not her rear end either. Why did that feel so good?

"You sure- mmm... sure Carm is okay with this bit while she's not here?"

"She'd better be," Blake said into the soft tissue. "I mean, you're mine - and she has Velvet now, I hear." Then she raked her teeth over it very briefly, just to see what sort of reaction she might get.

"Mmm! Y-You..." She couldn't help but tense even more, shuddering in pleasure that was being given. She had no choice but to completely submit, forgetting the game entirely. "Are... Insatiable..."

"Look who's talking," she chuckled as she gave the arousal another squeeze. With each nip of her teeth, she could see the skin above flexing - the tiny hole pinching itself shut.

What would that be like? Yang had taken the tail-plug there already, and hadn't expressed any hatred for the sneaky finger earlier. And they had both performed orally on each other's sexes already. Was this much different?

No. That was far too dirty, far too unpleasant of a notion... even though the scent wasn't turning her stomach the way it ought to have. Perhaps it was solely because it was Yang rather than any other being on the planet. She licked a little bit closer to it than before, testing the waters - testing her own resolve. There was still time, still plenty of room to turn back.

"HGG!" Between the odd gasps and sighs, Yang found herself tensing up yet again. Blake was so close to her rear with her tongue, did she even realise?! But then again, this was the same place she admitted to both Blake and Carm that she enjoyed attentions to that area, right in the middle of a drunken drinking game. Even Weiss knew about it after the ‘Fluffykins” incident. Now that was coming to bite her on the backside - or more, to lick it.

Which happened almost immediately afterward. Testing the waters, trying not to go too far too fast, Blake’s lips pressed gently against the bunched skin, feeling it slick and firm beneath them. Just as quickly, she withdrew and waited to see what Yang might do.

"B-Blake!!" she called up, finding her skin tensing again out of sheer surprise. How did the nervous quiet girl which she was destined to be battle partners with turn into someone so open for trying these various kinks and movements? And yet, judging from the moans of pleasure that were following, she didn't mind at all.

But as she was beginning, the door to the back room had began to open again. Carm was on the move again. But this time, she had a surprise ready...

As Blake's tongue flitted out to brush against the entrance for the first time, testing the flavor and sensation, she heard the footsteps... and sensed something foreign on the air. Something intense that she couldn't quite place yet. Oh well; that wasn't her focus.

Yang's other opening was delicious. That was the very last thought she expected to have; at best, she had been hoping for "this is tolerable enough to keep trying." Instead, she found herself legitimately looking forward to trying it again. What was this sorcery?!

But as Carm made her way back into the room, now dressed in identical attire to Yang, she was to pay witness to the sight before her. Blake and Yang in a tangle of limbs, Yang moaning gradually at the sensations of pleasure through her. Sensations caused by Blake licking her rear end.

But there was another change to Carm: her scent. A specific perfume that had a mint-like fragrance. To Yang, it barely smelled like anything at all. But to Blake, it would be extremely strong.

As Blake lapped at the opening, the scent began to overtake her, and she felt her head spinning. Was that coming from the opening in front of her? Surely not - but then again, she had never spent any real time tonguing someone's ass before. It wasn't at all bad. In fact...

"Mmhh," Blake moaned into the skin as she finally started worming her tongue deeper, no longer content with just the outside skin. She wanted more. More, right away, before anything else could happen.

"Well well well..."

As soon as Yang heard Carmine's voice, she immediately put her mask back on, attempting to get back to her role again now that her master was back. But when Blake was continuing to lick and prod her ass, that was becoming impossible.

And Carm could only smirk, leaning down by Blake's side. She knew exactly what was happening to Blake. And it was her doing. While out and about, she had picked up a special type of perfume to use on her. Catnip. Though it would smell minty to anyone else, it was stated the product could have a variety of effects on feline Faunus. Particularly, giving them extra arousal and pleasure. It played into the role well.

"So we broke you at last... Now you only want more, don't you, prey?"

By now, her tongue was already deep inside Yang's rump, flicking back and forth. She couldn't answer, she couldn't stop to form the words needed. She had to act. Her legs were flailing back and forth now, even though she herself wasn't being pleasured - and she didn't notice. She only knew she was enjoying herself despite the unusual act, and that she had no real wish to stop anytime soon.

"Pet, how about you set our prey up so she can please us both?"

With a faint nod, Yang tried as best she could to push at Blake's legs, trying to adjust her position so she could continue to lick, but also to free her up for Carmine's helping. Once free from the tangle of limbs, it allowed more than enough space for Carmine to crawl over, unzipping her shorts to reveal a phallus of her own. A red one, to match her colour. Fake, of course, but it did the job of matching into the Grimm outfit.

"Now then, Prey... How much more pleasure do you want? Tell me."

Not that Blake could see the costume change - but she could hear the lewd intent in Carm's voice. Sense her nearness. The only way she could make her desire clear was to moan into Yang's hindquarters and wriggle her body back and forth.

Why was she behaving that way? It might have to do with the minty scent that was beginning to mingle with the dark, rich one coming from where her mouth was currently located. Or perhaps not. Blake neither knew nor cared at that precise moment.

Yang had no idea what was happening anymore. Blake seemed beyond reason, beyond any control. She wasn't talking, not in words at least. Only moaning and trying to get more and more. It was like she had become the animal instead. What had gotten into her? She couldn't deny though, each lap at her ass was bringing her closer already yet again.

Nodding to herself, Carm placed her hands on one of Blake's rear cheeks, pulling it apart to expose the sodden sex yet again. She expected her new trick to work, but not this well. She was completely drenched, even after Yang had just finished her. Unable to resist, she pressed two fingers against the opening, running them around teasingly.

Another moan sounded, one higher-pitched than was common from the Faunus. She was eager - chomping at the bit. Her thighs fell open as if they had been merely waiting for that to happen, hips raising up into the fingers as her tongue went deeper still, gouging at Yang's inner walls. Hungry. She was so hungry for some reason, and only the skin beneath her tongue could satisfy the craving.

And the fingers. Those were satisfying an entirely different type of hunger.

"You want this, don't you?" Carm smirked, drawing her fingers away to put the head of the fake phallus up against her wetness instead. Slowly, she began to push forward, beginning to guide it between the sodden lips. Her body was accepting it so easily. "Maybe you want us both to take you, huh? Imagine it... Both of us taking these openings here, pounding away... I bet you'd be so happy, huh?"

But that thought was beginning to make Yang think also. For reasons she couldn't fathom, Blake was going completely wild for all this. And yet, she was supposed to be the one in the middle. Maybe Blake would enjoy the attentions Carm described. When she thought about it, it certainly seemed appealing to be doing that.

But the deeper Blake's tongue headed, the louder she was calling out, the more she was grasping at the carpet to try and keep herself from finishing. Not again, yet.

However, the Faunus would not relent. The thick length forcing its way deep into her body elicited a strong reaction, true, but it also made her stroke Yang faster, caused her tongue to whiplash back and forth in the sensitive inner sanctum as she moaned in pleasure. Even though she was confused about why she kept trying to shift her own hips from side to side, it simply didn't seem important. Not while there was Yang's ass to devour, and her cock to milk a second time.

"H-Hold on! I-I'm gonna... Nyaaaa!"

Yang had to keep a hold of herself again as she eased one of her hands onto Blake's, particularly the one that was pumping her cock faster and faster. If she had any hope of lasting, she had to stop Blake's actions. As much as she hated to do so. Prying the fingers off her, she held her hand in hers instead as she slowly shuffled forward, away from Blake's lips.

But when she did so, Carm tilted her head. Stopping her entry into Blake's body, she drew back instead, keeping a hand on her rear cheek to keep her down. "What? What's the matter?"

"Nothing, just... Whoa, holy..." She had just caught Blake's dazed expression. Each time she blinked, something was becoming more and more visible. Her pupils. Blake's were usually human like, unless she was in seriously bright light, then they turned to slit. But this time, they were huge. So huge in fact she could barely see the whites in her eyes, only yellow around them. "Carm, what did you do?!"

But the woman in red could only giggle. "Catnip perfume! Don't worry, she's not hallucinating or gone completely. They said at the store it just makes cat Faunus' into complete horn dogs."

Which was partly true. However, it was a bit more extreme than their redheaded friend was letting on. As the tip of the implement just barely stimulated Blake's sex, her back squirmed back and forth, mouth hanging open as her hand shot out for the cock that had suddenly been denied her. She still wasn't talking, too focused on actions rather than words.

Jumping back in sheer surprise, Yang narrowly avoided the hand that was coming in to grasp her again. She couldn't deny, she was somewhat worried about her, especially because of the squirming. Was she really still with them mentally?

"Hey, don't worry!" Carm encouraged, placing her fingers close to Blake's opening again, rubbing teasingly to give her something to focus on. "Think of it as a... premature Heat. It's only temporary. Isn't that right, Blake?"

Blake's eyes flicked to Carmine for the first time at hearing her own name, drinking in the sight before her. The furry jacket and cock hanging out of the shorts, smooth stomach between. Blake reached up to grip her own chest as she licked her lips, still relishing the lingering taste of her partner. Her hands weren't busy enough. They needed toys - even if those toys were attached to her person.

"Mmmmhh," she sighed as her thumbs and forefingers applied light pressure. "I'm... mm, this... nnnhhh..."

"Good girl." She grinned, continuing to stroke her as she looked back to Yang. She seemed to enjoy teasing Blake in this way, and using this chance to talk to Yang about their plans was making it all the better. "So what do you think she'll like then? Dee-pee? Or should we spitroast her or something?"

But Yang could only continue to think on what Carm first described. Both of them, both of them tag teaming on Blake's openings. Would that even be possible? Sure, she had seen it done in porn, but reality was a different story. That didn't mean they couldn't try.

"What if we did both take her?" She began, having to run her hand through her hair to try and calm herself down. The lingering pleasure from Blake's actions added to these thoughts wasn't helping at all. "Like... If we held her up between us? You could take the front, I could give her a lil' payback for licking my ass."

All of it would have sounded fantastic to Blake - who wasn't really listening. She was enjoying the four hands upon her body, the feeling of the phallus just teasing her entrance without doing its job. Squeezing her chest in frustration, she began to scoot downward a little at a time, hoping her body would come into more solid contact with the shaft.

"Ah ah aaaahhhh." Right away Carm backed off, taking the shaft away from her completely. She was having far too much fun winding Blake up, teasing her more and more while she was in her pleasure filled state. It felt evil, but she couldn't deny, the look on Blake's face was a wonderful sight. Backing onto her knees, she began to stroke the fake phallus teasingly.

"Here's what's going to happen," she instructed, looking to Yang as well so she could inform them both. "The prey here is going to lay down, and let me have my turn with her for the evening. While my pet here..." She looked toward Yang. "Will go fetch the lubricant from the top drawer and get herself ready, and when she's done that she can watch for a little while. How's that?"

Blake nodded vigorously, forced into thinking and listening instead of just acting on blind instincts. "Yeah... yeah, have your turn... Mmmmmhhh, I need it!" Her leg whipped out to one side, toes stretching to touch Yang's cock. It was almost near enough that she could, and after a moment of straining she felt one toe brush her thigh before the leg fell limp.

"Oooh, someone is a very eager one," Carm continued to tease. At long last, she was crawling forward, taking her turn to nestle herself between Blake's legs, to lay on top of her body. She could already feel the fake phallus pressing against Blake's crotch, considering the other end was pressing into her as well. What she didn't tell either of them, was this strap-on had two ends, meaning both herself and the other would get satisfaction. A must-have if she was to be taking Blake this way. "So, kitty cat, you ready?"

And seeing Blake in this way made Yang filled with both arousal, and jealousy. Everything in her inner being was screaming that it should be her in Carm's place, should be her taking Blake again until she was satisfied. But that sensation she could vent out when it was her chance to act. For now, she simply got to her feet again, making her way to the back bedroom to get the lube as instructed, leaving the two to their devices.

Blake's eyes were wild as she stared up into Carmine's, as she leaned in to lick her cheek. Then she drew back and grinned up at her as the phallus began to line up with her opening, as it grazed her lips. "Hnnhhhh," she moaned up at her, arching her back. She was so ready that it seemed as if she couldn't wait any longer.

"Good then." Guiding the head to the entrance she could feel down there, she began to push forward almost immediately. The pace was slow, at first, but Blake seemed so eager she simply couldn't wait! So she didn't. Within a few seconds she had already pushed herself inside, and began to thrust at a moderate pace.

But what to do with her other hand? Of course, it returned to her favourite spot of Blake. Her ears. Where straight away she began to scratch at them lightly, gauging her reaction below.

"MMMhhhhh!" Blake moaned out - not at Carmine's entrance, but at her attention to her ears. The light scratching caused her spine to whiplash and her limbs to flail gently. When the hands met the fur on the back of the costume jacket, she gripped it tightly for stability, then leaned up and sank her teeth into the neck of the woman above her.

"AAAAH!" It was sheer surprise that made Carm yell so loudly. Especially from how hard the bite was. Perhaps the ears plus the catnip was too much for her to handle this time around. But she was enjoying it at least. So she continued, scratching all over the top of her head as she continued the pace. "Ooooh, someone is such an eager kitty."

"Mmhmm," she replied in the affirmative, tongue licking all over her neck as she rolled her hips up into the ones above her, even as one of her heels came rocketing back to slam into the back of her thigh. The actions almost seemed at odds with each other, but they weren't - not for someone operating on pure instinct.

It was like she was trying to take it into her own hands. Each movement of her hips back up against her, she felt the strap on shifting deeper into her, and deeper into her own body. Blake really did need this, even after her most recent finish. So she began to ramp up the pace a little more, rolling her hips right back against Blake's in each thrust.

"Mmmfff!" she moaned out, the scratching being reduced to simply petting. "G-Good... girl..."

The other heel came back to strike Carmine's thigh now, but with the absence of scratching Blake did not bite her again, instead merely kneading her lips against the skin of her neck and up to her jawline. The repeated action of the artificial phallus filling her and withdrawing was creating a storm of emotions within her, and all she wanted was for it to continue.

"Yes," she breathed against her ear eventually. "You... you f-feel... nnmmmhhh, and SMELL so good!"

"I do, don't I?" She smirked, placing more of her body weight into Blake's chest to keep her pinned to the ground. Not only that, but it helped her apply more power to each thrust, give her more of what she needed. Attempting to hold her moans in, she moved her head close to Blake's ear, whispering. "Breathe it in... Let it take you away..."

"Is already... nNNYAAAOOWW!"

The sound was so close to that of a cat that it might as well have been. Ankles rubbing up and down Carm's haunches, she squealed and arched her back into the thrusts, welcomed them readily as her teeth grazed either side of her earlobe. One of her hands trailed up from the currently-furry back and gripped the actual hair of her current partner, clutching tightly.

This felt so good to her. Below, Blake was submitting completely, allowing her to pound harder and harder into her. In fact, she was grasping at her to try and get more of it! They may as well have both been animals considering how desperate the whole act seemed. Each time it pushed into Blake, it pushed straight back into her, causing her to let out her own series of moans and squeals of pleasure. She wouldn't be all too long till she'd reach her own limit either.

As the Faunus's end grew close for the second time, her fingers tightened and jerked hard on the hair, drawing the scalp attached backwards. Again, her teeth sank into a new spot, digging in yet more than the previous time - and she growled, deep and hard. Her hips began to come up to meet Carmine's so hard and fast that they made slapping sounds each and every time. The wetness trapped there only amplified the noise. This climax was going to be an explosion when it arrived.

"Whoa... I came back at the good part."

Yang had just returned from her journey to fetch the lube, watching as her girlfriend was grasping at another woman so tightly, biting firmly into her flesh and letting herself get drilled by a fake phallus. Not just that, but she was helping to make each thrust more intense. It was making her arousal twitch even more, desperate to have more attention this evening.

But Carm was to have her turn first. And while Blake had been biting her, she had let out some even louder moans into the air, having to grit her teeth to prevent herself screaming to the high heavens. But she could feel it, she was close, just as Blake was.

"D-Don't hold back, Prey," she purred, pounding as quickly and hard as she could into the woman below. "C-Come for us!"

"NNHHHhhhhhH!!!" The orgasm rolled over her almost in the same instant that it had been asked of her. Keening into the rafters, she let it bowl her over like a freight train, legs shooting out straight as she was pounded into, fingernails still gouging into the scalp of the "beast" atop her. It was glorious, even moreso than it had been under the ministrations of Yang's agile tongue.

"Aaah! Y-YYYEAH!" Finally Carmine yelled out just as loudly, delivering one more firm thrust that she felt being mirrored inside herself, feeling the waves of pleasure searing through her body. All while Yang was watching no less!

Finally, once the shockwaves had settled, she slowed to a halt, taking that moment to roll over as she stated. But first, she slowly drew herself back out of Blake again, giving her a second chance to calm down.

However, it seemed Blake had no interest in calming down. She made a small noise of disappointment at being exited, reaching down to grasp the slippery length. In fact, she rolled fully on top of the redhead, pinning her to the floor and grinning darkly down at her.

"Mmm, more. I want more... do you want more?"

Blinking in surprise, Carmine began to grin back up at her as she stared into the still dilated pupils, wrapping her arms around Blake to keep her in position. "More, huh? Wow, this is working way better than I thought."

"I can cover the 'more' part, babe." The pet name was something Yang couldn't help. From watching the two's display together, the slight jealousy still remained. Blake was her girlfriend, hers. Even if Blake was in no state to bicker or think about it, she hoped that it would help her know she was closeby for support. After all, this was to be something far more extreme than what that had done before.

Kneeling down behind Blake's backside, she took the tube of lubricant into her hands, resting it against her backside as used her other hand to pull the cheeks apart, exposing the tight ring of muscle. At first, she pressed a finger against it, trying to see how Blake would react.

"WHA?!" Instantly, she whipped around to stare backward at Yang, all else forgotten. "I- what are you doing? That's not... I d-didn't think we would be trying that on ME tonight!"

Not moving her finger, she looked around to Blake's gaze. Seemed before she really didn't hear what they were planning. That made her worry all the more. "W-We thought… you'd like to have us both… y-you know."

"But that's m-my..." A moment later, she fell silent as her every slight quiver brought more sensation from the single fingertip that was pressing in at her. Even though she had helped Weiss toy with Yang back there before, done it to Yang herself a moment ago... and watched video footage of an entire cock slamming into Weiss even while she had male anatomy, somehow, she had never truly contemplated this happening to HER.

How did she feel about it? Scared, more than anything. But it felt good so far. Intense, and something she hadn't been expecting, but "bad" would not have been the word she used to describe the sensation. Far from it. Her curiosity was getting the best of her, even as she continued to mistrust the idea.

"Will... it hurt?" she asked in a whisper, still shifting her hips back and forth, testing the sensation of the sole finger.

"Only a little, maybe, but if I get you ready enough… probably not at all." She punctuated that by taking her finger away for a moment, only for when it was placed there again, it to be covered in lubricant. This time, she ran it around the muscle itself, hoping to loosen it as much as she could with this first helping.

It was an instant reaction - her entire spine kinked and her head threw back to stare up at the ceiling, eyes even wider than her dilated pupils. This was so foreign to all the types of pleasure she had experienced so far... and then she caught herself thinking it. Pleasure. This was not an awful, unwelcome experience.

"Ooh," she managed to breathe. "That's... is it always like this?"

"To me it is." Yang began to smile, slowly working the finger into the tight ring itself. Seeing how Blake was coming undone with each of the movements she made, she could only pull the cheek apart even more, keeping her exposed to the air. "We can still call it off and do something else if you're not up to it. We don't mind."

At first, she was all set to protest. Her lips even started to form the words asking Yang to stop. It would have been easy. But she couldn't; her body had a taste of this newfound path, and wanted to finish exploring it. So instead, she merely backed very, very slightly into the hand that was so busy teasing her virgin orifice.

"Oh..." She looked down to Blake, who was showing her initiative to get more. The catnip really was doing the trick, considering all it took to convince Blake was a finger poking at her there. But she delivered, pushing more inside with ease, beginning to ease it in and out to get her lube it even more.

"UNNHHH!! Oh, that's so awful!" Blake growled, bracing against the floor with her fists. Was she going to be able to stand this? Hopefully so, or else they were both in for a world of remorse afterward.

Meanwhile, she could still feel the artificial cock below her sex, rubbing gently. True, Carm was doing nothing with it at the moment, but the phrase "You'd like to have us both" came back to her. Both. At the same time. Was that in her immediate future?! That seemed to be what was implied. Certainly when Carm only continued to rub it against the sex above her, still able to feel how truly wet she was. There was still time for Blake to call things off, and no matter what, the safety word remained unchanged. She was safe, and the two women would never force this upon her if she didn't want it.

Pushing even more of her finger inside, Yang felt the first knuckle slide in with ease, and she only continued to delve even more within, loosening the muscles and pushing lube inside. As her first time, she couldn't rush. It needed plenty of liquid.

There was not a hint of displeasure from the willing Faunus as the finger slid past the defenses, deep within her body. It was beyond her imagining that she could be allowing such a thing to happen, yet there she was, practically begging to have such an awful part of herself penetrated. After a few seconds, she pushed back again, forcing the finger all the way to the second knuckle.

"AH!" she gasped out weakly. "So... so much!"

"W-whoa!" That surprised Yang even more. From how much she was trying to back herself up onto her, she could tell Blake was ready. And so she finally began to draw out again, knowing she would soon be accepting her cock into that area.

But first, that needed lubricating. Squeezing a small amount onto her cock with the tube, she waited till she had her finger back before running the length of it, rubbing it against her skin to make it wet and slippery. Mixed with the pre-fluid from when Blake was licking her rear end, that didn't serve any problem at all. In fact, it was very quick.

"You ready then, babe?" Yang asked. "Because I'm gonna go in first, okay?"

"Wha?" Still panting from having nothing in her ass at the moment, she wasn't sure she quite understood the implication. "With your finger again? Or..."

No, that couldn't be it. Yang definitely meant she would be going all in. Her cheeks clenched involuntarily when she thought about it - the very idea! However, her arousal was pulsing so hotly and her head was spinning from the concoction that Carm had sprayed on herself. Refusal was not an option; she needed to get off, and she needed to do it now without stopping for a lot of bellyaching about "too soon" and "doesn't go there."

"Okay... Here we go."

Leaning in, she began to press up the sopping wet head with an equally sopping wet entrance. Just as she suspected, she was sliding in with little protest from the muscles, only the occasional twitching. But she knew her partner trusted her, trusted as she pushed forward more and more...

Then the head slipped in.

"OH GOD!" It was an involuntary shout as she felt so much in such an odd place. Why did it feel so strange? So ... the word "good" didn't really apply, but perhaps "pleasurable" did. Beyond all reasoning, this thick length penetrating her most closely-guarded defenses was something she didn't mind nearly as much as she thought she would.

From below, Carm could just see the dilated eyes, still barely seeing. She could tell Blake was still in a state of immense pleasure as she was experiencing this new feeling. And perhaps she could help. She began rubbing her phallus against Blake's heat to keep the pleasure high, all while Yang continued to push herself forward.

But she wasn't doing that very fast at all, mainly for her own benefit even! "G-god! You're so... T-tight here!"

"Nnhh," Blake groaned in disbelief at the dual sensations. They were so different, and yet they both sent her into the realm of passions via different avenues. Did she really have Yang's cock in her ass? That was so much less believable than the other. Even crazier, she felt her skin stretching to admit her, almost welcoming her into the depths of her body.

Holding onto Blake's hips, she slowly sank herself further and further into her lover, unable to help but shudder at how good it felt around her. So warm, so tight. Weiss was tight before, yes. But this was different somehow. "H-How is it?" she asked, having to stop herself from moaning again as she pushed deeper.

The only reply was another growl of mingling outrage and satisfaction. Blake couldn't answer - it was too much. However, her thighs did drift even further apart, to give both women an easier time of penetrating her.

Sighing contently, Yang continued to make progress, pushing her wet arousal into the prepared opening more and more. Until after a few moments, her hips met Blake's backside. And there she let it sit for a moment, occasionally wriggling her hips side to side just to adjust to the tightness.

Below, Carm continued to stroke her sex with the phallus, still debating whether or not to do more just yet. So she simply began to pet over her ears. "Good girl... Gooood girl."

Immediately, Blake's arms trembled. The ears were going to be the death of her - or they were as long as Carm was involved! In her arousal-clouded mind, it was necessary for her to do something about this. Shifting her weight slightly, she reached down and grasped Carmine's chest as much as she was able through the furry jacket.

"Nnnfff!" Now it was Carmine who was shuddering. Attentions to her chest were the last thing she expected, even if Blake was on top. But it wasn't unwelcome. In fact, she even left Blake's ears alone a moment to unzip it completely, and expose her lace bra to her. If it was to give her something to focus on, she was all for it.

And no doubt she'd need it, considering Yang was gradually moving her hips backward again, beginning to draw herself out. But she couldn't help but worry... Would Blake really be able to handle this? She barely could when it was the plug and Weiss, and she'd had fingers there prior. Would Blake really be able to handle two phalluses drilling into her from either side?

So far, there had been no indication that Blake couldn't - even if she was twitching and shivering all over, groaning with each new and bizarre movement she had to weather. But there had not been a single utterance of the safety words, no other indicator that she truly wished them to stop. Her fingertips began to poke at the bottom of the bra, moving much slower and clumsier than usual. They were enjoying the creamy skin of her stomach, but they wanted more. And they would have it. Soon.

Seeing the nod Yang gave from above, Carm reached down to grasp her strap-on again, positioning it right against Blake's entrance. It was time to see if she really could handle it after all. But first thing's first, she needed to let Blake know it was happening. "Okay, this is it." She looked into the wide eyes again, asking softly, "Are you sure you're ready?"

"Huh?" was all that came from her lips as they hung open, panting and sweating, entirely out of her mind. The words sounded important, but she couldn't focus on them - not with two phalluses trying to fight their way into her body. Maybe it was because it was Carmine saying it. Although of course Carmine was involved, ready to enter her wet sex; she didn't mean as much to Blake as Yang did. At least, that's what the blonde bruiser assumed.

So before she pushed forward any more, Yang leant up against Blake's body instead, supporting herself with one hand, and hugging Blake's chest with the other. Pressing a soft kiss against her neck, she repeated Carm's words. "You sure you're ready, Blake?"

A low moan and a shiver accompanied the hand gliding across her chest, but she smiled vaguely. "Mm... yeah. Blake is ready." Hearing her refer to herself in the third person was strange, and did give her pause. But she brushed it aside. Somewhere deep down, she knew it was due to the perfume Carmine was wearing - it addled her mind, turned everything on its ear. After they finished and the scent was gone, she would go back to normal. She hoped.

Keeping her held closely, she began to push back into Blake's rear end again, slightly faster then last time to prepare her for that sensation. But that wasn't all the pleasure to come in these few seconds. There was far more to come from the phallus below that was pushing its way into her. Thanks to Blake's own wetness and arousal, Carmine's movements to push inside her were completely flawless. Blake accepted her with ease and little to no resistance. Only difference was, she felt a lot tighter this time around, thanks to Yang taking up her backside.

And even though she had began to draw back out again on the first thrust, Yang let herself remain still a moment when she next met Blake's hips, wanting to make sure completely that her girlfriend was okay before she began thrusting.

Which was hard to say. Blake had entirely collapsed atop Carmine, half-screaming out in mingling surprise and uncertainty. However, clearly she was wetter than she'd ever been, and her body was begging to be ravaged. She just couldn't move, couldn't do anything more useful than lie there and try not to lose her mind entirely.

Now Yang was supporting both herself and her partner, trying her best to keep her arm around her as she slowly thrust in and out of Blake. Compared to the speed Carm was taking things below, it was far slower. And it had to be. Blake was so tight, and from the pleasure that still mingled from earlier, she was worried she'd finish too soon if she went any faster!

But Carmine continued at the moderate pace, still looking up at the girl's reactions, still occasionally moaning out as she felt the phallus push straight back into her. These were definitely things she'd have to try again. Maybe if Velvet were to invite Coco back some time...

Meanwhile, Blake was quickly dissolving into a mess of sweat and wails. The fight she had been able to put up before when it was just she and Carm was gone without trace. How could her body even handle this abuse?! It threatened to make her lose consciousness, and she had never been so overstimulated that it even came close to that reaction before!

However, she knew she loved it. Even though she wasn't sure she could ever handle it again after tonight, it was an incredible, all-consuming amount of pleasure that couldn't easily be reached through other means. And she would never forget it.

Yang was finding it hard to hold on already. Every time Carm thrust in and out of her, she could feel it against her own cock, against Blake's inner walls. Surely this was hurting if she could feel it as well? But Blake was only wailing with pleasure more and more, drenched in sweat. She must have been enjoying it. And after tonight, she was sure there wouldn't be much that Blake would be unable to handle in the bedroom.

Also wrapping her arms around Blake was Carmine. Both of Blake's partners were holding her tight, embracing her against themselves. Both taking either of her entrances, one slowly and gently, one with a quicker, harder pace. And she could feel it pushing into herself still.

"B-Blake! Yang! I think… t-think I'm gonna...!"

"HMMMAH!" Blake wailed out as her hands gripped Carmine's chest from under the bra. She couldn't even focus enough to remove it properly, merely wormed her hands underneath. But her own end was coming at lightening speed. If Yang finished inside her... it would be a horrifying thought, but also an arousing one. All she wanted was to feel that now, to feel both of them spasming on either side of her while she came harder than ever before. She needed it.

"F-fuck me!" she managed to grind out harshly. "Fuck m-me harder!"

"H-Harder?!" Both of them asked in unison, quickly glancing toward one another questioningly. Should they? Carmine was already thrusting in and out rather hard in the first place, but if Yang were to do so as well, surely it would cause her harm? But Blake wasn't saying anything else. She was still accepting the two phalluses thrusting into her easily, still enjoying each pound either of them delivered. Maybe the last would be what she needed to be truly satisfied.

With either of them nodding to one another, they agreed. Carmine gripped at Blake's back tightly, giving her the leverage to thrust up into her harder, faster. Just as Blake had asked. And Yang only mirrored the actions, using the hand that was caressing Blake's chest to hold her tightly as she ramped up her speed. Time and time again, she could feel Carmine's phallus pushing up against the skin, feel it making her tighter. But this was what Blake asked for. What she needed.

The sound of reaction that came from the Faunus was a terrible one that spoke of pain and hatred, but there were no accompanying words, no request to halt their activities. Blake was into it. The cock pounding her ass felt so foreign and unacceptable, but the one giving her more traditional pleasure somehow balanced things - even as both of them together were too much, it was too much of something she was beginning to understand.

Not long after that, Blake felt her orgasm welling up like a tidal wave. There would be no holding it back, so she didn't even try, and merely threw her head back to wail at the top of her lungs as the dam burst.

Just as Yang's was. With a few more firm, hard thrusts into Blake's rear, in addition to the thrusting the other side she felt, Yang was done for. Though she tried to bite her lip to keep herself moaning to the high heavens, she found herself moaning out against it almost as loudly. Her cock throbbing rather harshly inside Blake's body as it let loose a second helping of seed for the evening, straight into her darkest opening. Though the thought made her shudder in horror, it was also a main factor that added into her pleasure. The taboo of it all.

And below, Carmine was faring no better. Although she was still gripping Blake tightly, still thrusting harder and faster into her to try and push herself over the limit, no doubt Blake would probably reach hers first.

Which she did - the instant she felt Yang pouring into her depths, in fact. There could be no more holding back after that, and she had no power within her to try. Wave after wave of pleasure rocked her body as the two cocks continued to pump in and out of her, as the one in her hindquarters pulsed angrily... as wetness deposited itself in there.

What kind of sick person did this make her? Surely ordinary people didn't enjoy that sensation, didn't welcome it or derive more pleasure from it. But there she was, sobbing brokenly and growling as the world's largest orgasm destroyed her body... and all because she was being filled by two phalluses at the same time. Her fingers involuntarily pinched Carmine's nipples as she tried to ride it out.

And finally Carm was also at hers. The thrusting stopped when she pushed it in as hard as she could, keeping it deep inside her to ride out the waves of her own pleasure. The small amount of pain was interesting, and for some reason, it seemed to really help her. Shuddering yet again, she felt herself finally beginning to come down from it all, enough to draw herself out of Blake's body yet again, releasing her to lay on the floor, completely exhausted.

Yang, however, didn't want to withdraw yet. She still kept ahold of Blake, cock remained firmly inside that opening. As she held her so tightly to her, she caught her own breath by breathing in and out, and would do nothing more until Blake told her to.

After a few seconds, Blake began to push herself back against Yang's unyielding rod. In a way, it did still feel good to have it in there, but she also wanted some relief from the constant assault on her senses. That didn't mean her body was listening, though. "So... so big," she panted.

With a few more deep breaths, Yang held onto her tightly, finally drawing her hips backwards and away from her rump. It did feel nice to be in there the time she was, but now they were exhausted, there was no reason for it to remain. It slid out of her body with a wet sounding pop, falling slightly limper than it was before they had begun. The effects of a certain pill were still remaining, but that didn't mean she wanted more. Twice in quick succession was more than enough.

"Ohhhhhhh," Blake groaned when it exited. "Oh wow, that's... I've never felt..." There wasn't much more to say. "How... how do I look back there?"

"Lemme jus' put'cha down and I'll tell ya." Easing her grip off of her, she allowed for Blake to fall into Carmine's arms instead, where she was embraced straight away by the redhead. Of whom, despite breathing deeply, was now looking toward her eyes, trying to check if the effects had worn off or not. At least that way she could learn if to use it again or not. Yang was doing as she was asked, sitting back onto her knees again to gaze at the rear of her beloved. And pulling a cheek to one side, she instantly began to blush.

"W-Whoa..." She could barely believe how wet Blake still was. Both on her sex, and in her backside. It didn't help that Yang was to blame for the latter, but it was still a sight not to be taken lightly. In fact, she debated whether or not to take a photo herself. "Wet, Blake," she answered truthfully.

"Really?" she half-laughed dazedly. "I... you really opened me up, part of me d-didn't think you would, but... wow..." A few breaths later, she managed to ask, "You... okay down there, Carm?"

"More concerned about you, but from the looks of things, you seem to be back with us again." She was speaking mainly about the sight of her eyes. By the time Carm got a good look, she could see the whites again. Blake was well and truly coming down from the effects at long last. "But wow, that was amazing! H-How did you stand all that?"

But the more Yang stared at the state of Blake's backside, the harder it was to resist. And she couldn't. She needed to remember this moment, after all, it may not arise again for a long time. So, taking her scroll from her pocket, she tried to keep the cheeks apart as best she could, taking a couple of photos of the area. "Heck, you can look at the state of this yourself in a mo, Blake."

"Huh?" Then she heard the telltale sound effects of photos being snapped, and her head ticked up slightly. "H-hey! We didn't discuss you being allowed to..."

Then again, this was almost fair compensation for her lesser role in Weiss's "picture vengeance". It was a bit disturbing for her personally that she had used Ruby's photos in that way, even if Ruby had already given consent, but that was between the three of them. None of her business. However, she hadn't warned Yang, so having her own gaping asshole caught in images was a punishment that fit her mild offense.

"Hey, the way I see it, I gotta have something for when I'm home alone over the Dustmas break." Finally shuffling away from the two however, she could still feel her heart beating faster than normal. She was yet to catch her breath properly yet, and she suspected the other two weren't yet rested either. After all that, they had probably earned it. As she nipped into the bathroom to wash up, she asked, "So, who's ready for bed?"

Blake raised a weary hand that immediately flopped back down. Her power of speech was nearly gone by now, and she was dry as a bone. But she was also enjoying Carmine's ample warmth beneath her - and the lingering scent of the perfume, which was no longer overpowering her every thought.

"I take that as... everyone." When there was no further response, Yang finally made her way back to the two. Obviously her girlfriend was in no state to walk, still exhausted and dazed from three orgasms in one sitting. So she managed to lift her up off Carmine's body, and then into her arms. It wasn't a problem at all for the blonde bruiser.

Following close behind of course was the redhead. She knew from the beginning that despite the three of them all engaging together, it would be Yang and Blake to share the most attention. In fact, it was agreed on; especially since she had her own lover now. She would enjoy cuddling them, perhaps sleeping in the same bed with the two, but knew deep down when things came to it, it would be those two who would be sharing the most romance together.

And in fact, she smiled at the thought. "You know, you two really are a cute pair."

"Thanks," the Faunus sighed as she was draped across the bed linens. "I'm... wearing nothing but a bodice, so I should look... pretty cute..."

"I meant you and Yang." She laughed. A half-dazed Blake was simply too funny to her. Even if she was trying to be sincere to them. "Like, I know when we met it was before you two were a thing but, I'm really glad you have each other. Because you really suit one another."

"You're one of those people that gets super sappy after sex, aren't you, Carm?" Yang smirked, hopping onto the bed on Blake's right, allowing for Carm to do so on her left hand side. But as she began to undo the small laces over Blake's corset to get her ready for bed, she began to smile dozily. "Yeah... I guess we are a cute couple. But I bet you and Velvet are, too."

"Carm and Velvet, sitting in a tree," Blake snickered as she was completely undressed. Then she reached down and grasped the still-hard length of her partner. "Really? All that fun you had with my ass, and it still won't go down?"

"Aaa-hah! Careful that's sore!" But Yang was in no state to stop her, only enough to sit still by her side until Blake got the idea.

Carm couldn't help but keep staring from the other side however, looking right down at Yang's part now that she could. "It really is real… sheeze, the Dust thing really is real. Do you know what kinda things this can do for the world? And you guys are using it to bang like rabbits?"

"Hey, you're the one banging a rabbit."

"HEY!"

Chuckling, Blake continued to stroke it gently, playfully, but not gripping it tighter than was strictly necessary. "She has a point. Hey... do you want to try it out?"

"Try what out?" But when she looked between the cheeky glances of both Blake and Yang, it clicked and she gasped, "NO! I am happy with my hoohah, thank you very much!"

"No, no!" But now Blake was laughing in earnest as she twitched it back and forth. "I just meant touching it! Gosh, I'm not a drug pusher - unlike SOMEBODY with some pretty unique perfume!"

"Oh..." Turning red yet again, she hunched up her shoulders in embarrassment. But seeing as Yang wasn't moving, she shuffled a little closer, reaching a hand over to brush one of her fingers across the head of it.

Which made Yang wince. "S-sore… just… don’t go crazy, okay, you two?"

Grinning darkly, Blake teased her very gently. "Aww, you use your dick too much? Poor baby." But she withdrew until her fingertips were on either side, just barely holding it still, so that the underside of the shaft was fully exposed for Carm to explore.

"Hmm… so weird." Carm then did as expected, running a couple of fingers along the underside of Yang's cock, testing at different firmness with her pleasure to see how it felt. Hard. Harder then quite a few of her toys in fact. Testing the waters even more, she wrapped her hand around it, giving a cheeky stroke...

Until Yang winced yet again. "O-okay, okay! Yeah I admit it, I used it too much! Ouch..."

"Spoilsport." Blake withdrew her hand entirely, glancing up at Carm. "You can keep torturing this blonde if you want to, though. I think she secretly still loves it."

"N-no, I really… Nnnn...." That was up for debate. Considering Carm was stroking rather firmly. It didn't help that she was still hardened thanks to the mingling effects of the Dust she'd taken. But it was when Carm brushed the head yet again she finally drew back. "N-nope, too much, all done."

"Aww, such a shame." Carm giggled, taking her hand away from Yang at last as she snuggled up by Blake. "I don't think dick is for me, though, unfortunately. But it was nice to have a test."

Nodding, Blake rolled over slightly to curl around Yang's form, making sure her limbs were draped over her far away from the still-erect member. "This beats trying it out with an actual guy though, I bet..."

"Well duh, let's be real here. If I just did that on a guy he'd be asking me to finish him off with my mouth or owe him something later." She rolled her eyes. Even though she was at Blake's side, she was sticking to her own side, giving the two their fair share of cuddling space with one another.

Which Yang seemed grateful for as she hugged back into Blake, kissing her forehead. But not before adding, "Don't tell Blake, but I think she prefers me with it, really."

"Hey!" Blake reached over to gently flick the head. "You take that back, I don't honestly care which way your anatomy is arranged!"

"OW! No fair!" She was about to reach back and grab the pillow to hit her, but seeing how exhausted she was, she decided against it. And instead just nuzzled by her side that bit more. "You're lucky you're one of my girlfriends."

"One of?" Carmine asked, smirking as she looked to the two of them. "I knew you guys, or Yang at least, were poly, but just how many girlfriends do you have?"

"J-just two. Blake and Weiss. In fact, it was more Weiss who started this whole thing when she was dating me and-" Yang stopped short. Was she really about to admit she was in a polyamorous relationship that included her own sister?

For her part, Blake glanced between the two of them - and seemed to decide to cover Yang's story. "And me. I mean, not that I'm really dating Weiss! We just have all three fooled around once or twice. Like you have with us, Carm."

"Damn... How the other half live! Maybe I can sort something out with Velvet's special friend; some time for us. I mean, I get this feeling from Velvet that I’m not quite doing everything she needs yet, but… it’s early days."

"Go ahead. I heard Coco can be pretty frisky." Though listening, and facing Carmine to talk to her, Yang’s hands were continually petting Blake's hair as she lay in her arms. She expected her to be absolutely exhausted after the events that took place, so she humbly accepted her role as a body pillow and heat source. "I don't think, from the looks of things, we'll be doing all too many three-ways for a while though. Think this kitty needs her rest."

All that came from the Faunus was a quiet sigh of contentment. She was already drifting off, eyes closed and face nuzzled against Yang's currently-hairy chest. The look on her face wasn't particularly happy or sad, but she did look quite sated. Peaceful.

After a few minutes of silence from them both, Carmine had been watching the two in their loving embrace. Yang never stopped stroking and petting Blake, nor did she stop occasionally nuzzling her head down to kiss her forehead. She could only wonder... "So, do you and Weiss cuddle like this, too?"

"Nah. This is defiantly a recent thing, with Blake as the only victim."

"I see..." Looking down at Blake again, Carm couldn't even tell if the Faunus was awake or not anymore. She hadn't moved, hadn't said a word. As far as she knew, she was asleep. And that meant it was alright to speak up. "Look, I'm trying, I really am… but I don't get it. From how you've described Weiss to be at times in messages, it just seems like it's fooling around all the time. But you and Blake have something special. You cuddle, kiss, I can actually see you two being your perfect pair. Why risk a good thing just so you can bang two girls?"

Yang sighed. "That's actually been coming up a lot lately." It was the truth, for far more reasons she could explain to Carm in a single sitting. The relationship was becoming strained, Weiss clearly sought after her sister, and Yang... Yang sought after Blake alone. That's why she was always jealous whenever Blake was 'active' with Weiss alone, or even Ruby on that single occasion. Because of how she cared for Blake. "Weiss is great, I can't fault that. She's hilarious, and incredible in the sack, but she's no cuddler. Not with me, anyway. I want someone who is. Someone like-"

"A certain Blake in your arms?"

Despite Carm's smirk, Yang rolled her eyes at that comment, soon nodding. "Yeah. Someone like her. Calm, sweet, affectionate, and someone I just feel... happy with." Turning to face Blake again while she stroked her, she asked, somewhat rhetorically, "Is it stupid to wanna say I'm in love with her?"

That made her glow with happiness for her friends. “Not stupid at all. I’ll miss these little romps, sure, but… I could feel the same way about Velvet, maybe. Just need to go on more than a few dates to really be sure.”

“Yeah,” Yang laughed, and they both shared a grin. After a brief moment, she whispered, “Can you keep a secret?”

“Of course.”

“We got this camping trip coming up. And, um, I really wanna tell her then. It’ll be hard to say goodbye to banging you and Weiss, I guess, but this is more important. And then we’ll see if Blake wants to make this monogamous or not. I just want her to know she’s the one.

Carmine’s eyes grew as round as dinner plates. “Oh my GOD!”

“But you can’t tell anybody – especially Blake. Promise, okay? But maybe now with telling you, I won’t chicken out.”

“You better not,” she said with a pretend-scolding voice. “A sweet kitten like her deserves to be treated right. If you won’t do it, I will.”

“Thanks.”

Yang knew Carmine meant it, too. Some people were multiple pet-owners, and some weren’t. So she resolved that she and Blake really would be girlfriends by the end of their night in the Emerald Forest – or at least, they would if it was what Blake wanted, too. And there was only one way to find out.

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