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[rwbyremnants]

WARNING: Strap-on sex. Dirty talk turns a little dark.

Okay, back on track! Or trying. Going to rev up and get the rest of this one posted, so I can finally move along to some of my other projects. Thanks for hanging in there - not too many more chapters now!

=Chapter 54

After giving her a few minutes to herself, Blake and Weiss checked on Nebula to make sure she was alright. The girl acted a bit surly and annoyed, but mostly was very quiet. When they petted over her hair and soothed her enough, her anger and annoyance seemed to fade, even if she was no more chatty than before. She flashed them a weak, uncomfortable smile before rejoining the dance.

Which didn’t continue much longer. Homecoming was over, and the teachers began to gently encourage the students to make their way home. Weiss said goodnight to everyone before hopping onto Yang’s bike to head for home.

Except that wasn’t where they were going.

“Wait, what are you doing?” she asked as she drove out of town. “This isn’t- are you kidnapping me again? Gosh!”

“Just be patient,” Yang laughed over her shoulder as their hair flapped on the breeze. By now, the delicate arrangement Weiss had put hers into was unravelling into a mess, but she was alright with it; the pictures had all been taken, dances done. Definitely time to let their hair down.

Her surprise was more like realization when they pulled up in front of a motel. It wasn’t a ritzy place from downtown, but it wasn’t the grody fleabag motels on the very outskirts of Vale, either; that made sense of their long drive. These were probably more affordable because they weren’t close to the city. Yang wasn’t exactly wealthy and probably had to borrow the money for this from Kali or someone.

“You really think I’m so easy,” she muttered with a small smile.

“You are. My Easy Peasy Princess.” Slipping an arm around her waist, she began to guide her toward the rooms along the side. “I already checked in earlier and set everything up; man, did I burn a lot of gas for this, but I think it’s gonna be worth it.”

The hotel room was about what Weiss expected. Because she expected magic from Yang; underestimating her was always a mistake. Rose petals were scattered across the bedsheets. A bottle of champagne was chilling in a bucket of ice - and Weiss had no idea how she had arranged for that to be ready, or how she could get it sent there despite their still being school-aged. She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe… she didn’t want to break this beautiful spell.

Hands came up to peel the leather jacket from around her shoulders. “Is… it okay?”

“Okay? Yang, it’s wonderful!” She turned to grasp her by the lapels of her own jacket, dragging her down for a huge kiss, which was returned warmly. “Golly, how long have you been scheming to do this?”

“A week or two,” she admitted shyly, grinning from ear to ear. Weiss had to kiss her again. “Hey, hey, there’s plenty to go around, Schnee. Pace yourself.” Then she began to shrug out of her jacket as she went to lock the door. “So I checked in on Nebula for you.”

As she picked up a rose petal, twirling it in her fingers, she asked, “Yeah? She really wanted to talk to you after what we pulled?”

“Nah. Just snooped around while the whole group of ‘em were standing by the punch bowl. Pretty shaken up and wasn’t saying much, and they were all trying to crack her like a walnut; no dice. So I think you and Blake are probably right, that she’s gonna fall on our side of the fence.”

“Oh. Well that's… good. Isn't it?”

After stepping out of her heels, Yang walked over to slide her arms around her girl. Her homecoming date. “Yeah. Blake mentioned you were kind of feeling weird about it.”

“A little. Like, I know we told her so many times she could stop us, asked her if she liked what we were doing, but… I still couldn't help remembering that fear I felt when Blake and the others were doing it to me. So I guess I felt guilty.”

“Hey, that's a good thing.” When Weiss looked over her shoulder at her in surprise, Yang offered her a soft chuckle. “Feeling guilty, worrying that you might go to far… keeps your actions and your motives in check. Your conscience, right? Jiminy Cricket. The little voice that helps you remember to do the right thing. And you always do, Weiss.”

Her eyes looks down at the bed covered in rose petals. “Then why do I feel like some kind of tramp for kissing at least three girls tonight? It should just be you.”

“Maybe, in some fairytale romance. But this ain't a fairytale. And I promise you, I don't mind sharing you as long as I get the biggest slice of this calico to myself.” She kissed the side of her head.

“Mmmhh…” Yang let her go and reached for the champagne. “You're so good to me. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.”

Violet eyes crackled with precocious interest as she popped the cork; Weiss jumped a little, prompting her to grin wider as she poured it into a couple of flutes. “Pretty damn lucky, yeah. You got me. And tonight, I'm going to make you feel like more than a princess, Princess. You'll feel like a queen.”

“Oh, you silly brute, I already do.” They raised glasses and clinked. “To a perfect homecoming.”

“And a perfect after-homecoming. Cheers.”

After taking their sips and laughing at how the bubbles tickled their noses, they set the flutes aside and Yang produced a couple of turkey clubs she had dropped off along with the bubbly. Weiss’s face was all smiles as they nibbled and chatted, filling in little gaps in what each other had missed during the evening. She felt so strange, sitting side-saddle on a bed of rose petals with a sandwich in one hand and champagne in the other, wearing an elegant white dress, talking to one of the leaders of a biker gang.

Her life was bizarre. And she loved it that way.

“You really saw this? Not just imagined it?”

“Nope,” Yang laughed as they finished off the last sips. They were a little goofy but not too bad; it was only one bottle. Weiss had a sneaking suspicion Yang could have scored them plenty of her mother’s liquor, but the idea had been to celebrate, not get completely soused.

“Blushing? Like really blushing, red in the cheeks?”

As Yang nodded, she adjusted her position so that her legs were out to one side instead of crossed, as they had been for the last few minutes. “I think Ilia’s gonna have her wrapped around her finger by the end of the week. Not like she’s really trying to, but I could see it happening.”

“I’ve been hoping,” she gushed with a big grin. “Can’t believe it worked! After she got so snippy - well, she was right to be snippy, I made her so embarrassed by bringing it up in front of Blake - I really thought she was done with both of us. But now, everything’s coming up roses!”

“You’re so cute.”

“Huh? Oh, I am not.” When Yang set aside her glass and crawled toward Weiss, she bit her lip shyly. “Nnn…”

Stopping just so their noses were touching, she pecked her lips. “Hi.”

“G-good evening.”

“I have another surprise for you.” When Weiss only raised her eyebrows, she took her flute and set it next to the other one, then turned back, cheeks warm and her entire demeanor nervous. Yang, nervous? “It’s… okay, I had this whole big production in mind a week ago to show it off, but now I don’t think I should do it that way. Because of… things.”

“Yang, I don’t know what we’re talking about,” she laughed. “What is it?”

But Yang certainly didn’t seem mollified by her attitude. So she reached into the small suitcase standing by the sink and brought out a little cloth sack, ferrying it back to the bed.

“It can go right back away, Weiss. No big deal. But I thought… well, something special, if you wanted to try it. I guess. I dunno.”

Why was she so nervous? It was beginning to spread; Weiss found herself worried about whatever was in that bag without any real reason to be. “Come on, it can’t be that bad. You’re just pulling my leg.”

“It’s not bad. But I’m… well, it’s here if you want it.”

“Oh, for goodness sake!” she snapped, snatching up the bag and yanking out-

What was it? At first, the bewildered Princess thought she was looking at some kind of rubber banana. It was pinkish with a wide base - which kept it from sliding entirely through a metal ring. Around that ring were tied some fabric straps, connected to each other through a couple of buckles. Her head cocked to one side as she held it up by the straps, watching it swing from side to side.

“Okay… I give up,” she finally muttered. “What is this thing?”

“Well…” Clearing her throat, she reached over and guided Weiss’s hands down until the wide base of the rubber banana was resting in Weiss’s lap. And that made it very clear:

It wasn’t a banana.

“OH! Oh, it’s- wait, how would you…” Then her cheeks filled with redness. “Oh.”

Grimacing, Yang said, “I wanted this for tonight. But after what we talked about, during the game? Maybe it was a dumb idea. Never want you to feel uncomfortable because of me.”

Normally, Weiss would already have been reassuring Yang about the matter of her recent trauma. But she was a little distracted. This was a penis. Not a real one, it was made of rubber and looked a little silly, but now there was no mistaking the shape. How could she have missed that when she first took a gander? And it wasn’t exactly small; not that she was some kind of connoisseur who knew the difference, but considering where Yang intended this to go…

“S-so… you want to put this…” She picked up the straps, loosely wrapping them around her own waist. “And th-then when you’re wearing it, this would go…” One index fingertip landed on the tip of the phallus itself. “Wowie ZOWIE.”

“Like I said,” Yang hurried to assure her, looking for all the world like she was about to run from the room in a panic, “w-we don’t have to do anything. But I already bought it before… well, before. So I figured, hey, might as well show it to you, and let you… let you decide… for… yoursel-”

“Yang,” she told her firmly, reaching up to cup her cheek. The blonde swallowed so hard she saw her throat working to accomplish it. “Everything’s fine. I’m not upset. It’s… wow, I don’t know what I’m feeling! But this was a sweet gesture, and I’m not going to let you think you’re making me angry with it.”

“B-but I don’t want to remind you of him!” she hissed, finally letting a tear slip past her guard, teeth clenched. “It makes me angry to think about, a-and when I flipped your skirt… I just don’t want to ever do that again. Not even by accident. Ever.”

Unable to hold back any longer, Weiss threw herself into a hungry kiss that they both needed. Hands slid up backs, tangled into already tangled hair. It was easy to get completely lost in that moment, so they did, only coming up when breathing made it necessary.

“Phwoo!” Yang let out in a shaky voice, grinning again. “Really laid one on me!”

Grinning, Weiss kissed both of her cheeks before pulling back again. “I love you, Xiao Long. Don’t you think for a second I don’t.”

“Got it.” They both heaved deep breaths to calm themselves a bit. “And, um… y’know, we could do something else. Hang onto this for another time.”

As one, they both looked down at the implement still lying in Weiss’s lap. How innocent it looked there, on top of her white dress. But its position gave her an idea.

“You wanted to take my virginity tonight, huh?”

“Huh? Oh… w-well, yeah.” She scratched the back of her blonde head with a big grin. “You see right through me, Schnee. But I kinda figured, if you did wanna try this… a special night like tonight’s the best time.”

“Hmph. Typical brute.”

“What?”

Smirking just a little, she turned and presented her back to Yang. “Could you please unzip me?” Yang only remained confused for a moment before she obeyed, helping her take the dress off afterward and lay it carefully over the back of a chair. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Wanna get me next?”

“No.”

“Huh?” Suddenly, Weiss pushed Yang down on the bed and kissed her again, then drew back and snatched up the strange contraption. “Oh, yeah, get that out of the-”

Her voice died when she saw Weiss was looking at it quite carefully, turning it over and examining the ways the straps worked. Then she began to step through them, pulling them up to hitch around her waist and thighs. It wasn’t as if Weiss was some sort of imbecile; the device was not that complex.

“There,” she sighed once it was in place. Then she looked up to see…

A very, very surprised and flustered Yang Xiao Long. Of course, she was handling being flustered a lot better than she herself would have been, or a lot of their other friends for that matter. Still a strong woman who had very little to fear from some wispy, white haired paper shaker. But seeing the rubber cock jutting out from over her girlfriend's underwear was filling her cheeks with color, shortening her breath.

“Hey there, little girl…” Weiss bit her lip, feeling a little silly but wanting to commit to her performance now that she had begun. This was better. This was something she knew she could handle, regardless of her lingering fears. And if Yang could handle it, then they were all set. “The dance is over. Ready for the real party to begin?”

At first Yang laughed, and Weiss thought that she was going to blow off her attempt at playing this game. But then she fluttered her eyelashes and clutched at the hem of her dress.

“Golly gee, that's a big friend you have there.”

Her hips swayed a little as she approached the side of the bed again. “You got that right. Would you like to touch it?” She wasn't sure if this was how men normally were or not, having no true frame of reference - other than a recent, regrettable encounter. She was making it up as she went.

“Can I?” Meanwhile, Yang's imitation of a virgin straightie was pretty good, and also a little amusing to watch given how far removed she was from her own virginity. They both were, by this point. Even how hesitant her fingers were as they reached up for the rubbery length.

“Go ahead.”

Watching Yang stroke it changed the atmosphere. It had been light and playful before, but now there was a new seriousness somehow related to the tacit agreement that they stay silent while Yang touched, explored with her fingers. As if it were real. For that matter, Weiss could almost swear that she could feel something wherever those fingers touched.

“It's so big,” Yang purred up at her as she stroked. “Can I… give it a little kiss?”

“Why on Earth would you want to k- um, I mean, yes. Kiss it.”

And she obeyed. This was even stranger, because she couldn't imagine what either of them got out of this activity… yet it was turning her on. Watching that pair of perfect lips wrap around the tip of the false cock was a hypnotizing sight that brought heat to her cheeks. And elsewhere.

“Mmmhhhhh,” she moaned against the rubber for effect. And that, Weiss could feel - the vibrations echoed through the length, the base, her underwear. Right into her own clit, which was grateful to have some kind of stimulation - however distant - given how enticing the display before her was turning out to be.

“V-very good,” she finally said, voice hoarse. Then she pushed Yang back by her shoulder. “But that's not where this is supposed to go, is it?”

Sparks of pure desire were flashing in her girlfriend's violet eyes as she reclined on the bed, pressing her thighs together beneath the orange fabric of her dress. As if she hadn't decided whether or not to let Weiss between them.

“I don't know,” she breathed, twirling a golden ringlet around her index finger. “Show me.”

Something about this new, coquettish Yang was driving her wild, fanning the flames of her needs much faster than she could have expected. Her mind wandered back to what her mother had said about Yang; about her being brutish, muscular, and more like the men her mother had dated. If she could only see how she looked there, draped in the middle of all those rose petals and looking like the daintiest girl in the world - in spite of the muscles lying just beneath soft skin.

And it seemed to awaken a need in her. A need to take on the role her girlfriend normally assumed. She bent down and picked up one of Yang's legs by the ankle, pulling it up to press her lips against her toes through her nylon stocking.

“Huh? Weiss…?”

“Like this,” she rumbled as she began to pull the leg off to the side. She had never heard her own voice like this in her whole life, and it was strange, unnatural. Yet it seemed to suit the moment perfectly. Then she repeated the process with the second leg, earning a little “oh” at the kiss… and a louder, deeper one when she realized that her legs had been parted so easily without her even realizing it was going on.

“Damn,” she whispered, as if it weren't exactly part of their ‘play’ together. “Smooth; I should be taking lessons from you, Schnee.”

Weiss smiled as she held a finger to her lips. “Shhhh.” They both shared a grin before she cleared her throat and slid her hands up Yang’s calves, kneeling on the bed. “You are such a pretty girl, and you look so good tonight.”

“Th-thank you,” she breathed, a hand falling against her chest as if to soothe a racing heart. “You really think I'm pretty?”

“Yes. You're beautiful.” That part had not been acting. But then she was positioned right between her lover's strong thighs, ready to do something neither of them had tried quite yet. What would a boy say under these circumstances? Probably something very uncouth.

“But you're going to look even more beautiful in a minute.”

This blush was definitely not feigned, and Weiss felt her own heart skip over a beat to see Yang looking so vulnerable. “O-ooh… I… Weiss…”

It was at this point they ran into a little snag. Weiss had pushed up her dress to see her lacy underwear - which also made her heart jump into her throat, her Yang had gone to all this effort to make tonight sexy for her - and they both reached a sudden realization.

“How… do I do this exactly?” Weiss stage-whispered.

“I don’t know, either!” Yang admitted in the same quiet voice. “First one of these things I’ve ever had! I mean, a couple fingers did the job until now, so…”

“Okay! I’ll just kind of… play it by ear!” Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes for a moment, putting herself back into the proper mentality. “Ready for me?”

The gulp was pretty theatrical, but the eagerness and uncertainty were not. Yang really wasn’t sure if she would like this. “Y-yes. Be gentle?”

Weiss gripped the length of rubber by the base just above the ring of metal. It was pretty rigid in the middle; she wondered if it was wrapped around wood, or something else. Then she began to grind it against the wetness she could only imagine for now, lying just on the other side of her panties.

“What if I don’t want to be gentle?”

“What?”

Weiss smirked darkly as she ground the tip from side to side. “What if I want… to make you scream for me, sweetheart?”

Those words left Yang speechless - but not for long. Weiss was already pushing the fabric to one side, moving the head into place between those soft petals she knew so well. Her eyes flicked up to check Yang’s readiness, and she seemed to be ready… even if she was also very quiet. Probably still worried about how it was going to feel to take this in for the first time.

“Tell me you want this.” She ground it up and down, prodding just a little at her clit - earning a sharp breath inward. “Do you want m-my cock?”

The violet eyes swung up to lock onto Weiss’s, sharper than before. Curious. But after a moment of indecision, she did manage a nod. So Weiss began to guide her hips forward, paying close attention to make sure this new toy of theirs went exactly where they wanted it to go.

“O-oh, I- OH! SHIT! Weiss, it’s pretty big, I’ve never- ohhhhh, wow!”

More fascinated than anything else, Weiss watched as she did this with her own hips. Bizarre-looking, but also one of the most erotic sights of her short life. More - she wanted more, they both did. She shifted forward, hands falling to Yang’s hips to hang on.

“Wait, I- ow! Weiss, too much, too- WAIT!”

She held still, eyes wary as she scrutinized Yang’s sweating face. There was some very real pain there, and a little bit of uncertainty. “What? Isn’t it supposed to… hurt a little? The first time?”

“No!” she hissed. “I’m not a virgin like that, I already poked through that a long time ago!”

“Oh. Then what’s the problem? Can’t take the heat, Xiao Long?” At Yang’s dumbstruck expression, she rolled her hips - not really pushing in more, just sending a little vibration into her.

“NH! Weiss?”

“Such a big, strong girl,” she teased as she rocked her hips. “I know you can take it.”

There was something about Yang’s expression that she kept trying to figure out as she shifted forward, deeper into her lover. Yes, she slowly began to relax, but there remained this wariness in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. Yang’s mouth fell open to gasp in mingling pain and pleasure as she made it all the way inside, and Weiss felt her own sex throbbing, wishing it could participate. But it would have to wait its turn tonight.

“So quiet,” she finally hissed down at her when she slid her hips back. The idea was supposed to be to thrust, right? That’s what they had done with fingers - and what her mother described to her mortified young brain so long ago. “Normally you have the gift of gab. What’s wrong, little girl?”

But Yang didn’t respond. Just squeaked at the feeling of her walls being teased by the thick, rigid mass. Weiss waited a second, then gave up and started to thrust forward…

And she couldn’t. Something was wrong, even if everything seemed fine. Yang wasn’t protesting… she wasn’t saying anything. Which was the problem.

“I said, what’s wrong?” Still no answer. “Yang?”

“Can…” Yang’s voice was too low. Weiss leaned down closer, trying to get her to speak up. “Can you kiss me?”

“This ain’t that kind of square dance, sweetheart,” she chuckled - but this time, she saw Yang flinch at her words, and she blinked. “What is it? Do… you really need me to kiss you?”

Her lip trembled as she breathed “No”, which was what made Weiss take her lips gently. It took a moment to really get going, because for the first time in her entire memory, Yang felt like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to kiss back. Even if it only lasted for a single terrifying second before she melted, kneading back hungrily, desperate for more. And Weiss gave it to her, gave her everything she wanted. She would always do that whenever possible.

“What did I do?” she whispered in a very soft, very fragile voice once they parted. Yang shrugged. “No, don’t do that. Talk to me.”

Yang’s eyes were misty and she tried for a smile. It looked awful. “I-it’s not important. Sorry. Um… we can keep going now.”

“Hey! You don’t cry over just anything!”

“Weiss, you kinda have a plastic banana up my dress where the sun don’t shine. Let’s save the talking for aft-”

“Yang!” Her breath hiccuped, and she kissed her lips. “Was it… that crack about you not being able to take the heat? Too far? J-just tell me what I did, I’m sorry, I’ll… yeah, I could just go, i-if that’s what you want!”

Rolling her misty eyes now, she grunted and said, “It’s stupid.” But one glance at Weiss’s face told her this wasn’t going away. “Okay, okay! Chee! I just…”

“Just?” she prompted.

“It wasn’t you.” Her face already looked haunted, but her tone of voice was clearly a woman trying to get something over with in a hurry. “So it started out fun, but when you said things like ‘then what’s the problem’, it really didn’t sound like my Princess. A-and it felt… bad. Wrong. I don’t know, it’s really stupid, and I feel stupid; obviously it’s you, I can see you right there. Why did I flip on you like that? It was like I couldn’t figure out how to tell you I felt bad, and that just made it worse! Talk about being a wet rag.”

Now she got it. And Weiss got even more than Yang herself did. She was being pushy, and unconcerned with Yang’s welfare. Ready to take what she wanted like a man would.

Like one specific man would.

“No,” she breathed when it hit her like a truck. “I… why would I do that? No, please, no, I- Yang, I love you, and- and i-if you wanted to stop me, all you had to do was… was punch me in the face! UGH! NO! Don’t ever do that again, okay?”

Now Yang was confused. “Do what? I didn’t do anything!”

“That’s what I mean! You did nothing! Just let me talk to you like that, a-and I thought we were… playing some kind of game or something, while you felt awful because I was so… being disgusting! Don’t you ever let me do that again if you don’t like it, okay? And there’s no reason you should! Ugh… I just… I’m going to take a shower or something, I can’t believe what a terrible thing I almo-”

Yang’s lips were capturing hers with even more desperation than before, fingernails stabbing into the back of her neck to stop her from escaping this moment. Weiss literally threw herself into it with the abandon of a woman on death row. When they parted, she saw Yang’s eyes were still wet but she was smiling.

“Keep going, Princess.”

“What?” She thrust a little, just to see if that was what Yang meant - and got a moan for her efforts. “That?”

“Yeah. Fuck me.” The shaky breath she took showed she still clearly wasn’t back to her usual self, but was getting there, and determined to do it faster for the sake of her lover. “Give me that full ‘prom night experience’.”

“It’s homecoming.”

Yang shrugged, biting her lip at a fresh wave of pleasure. “Same difference. If you can… will you keep going?”

There really wasn’t much of a choice to make. Hanging onto Yang’s shoulders, lying flat on top of her, Weiss began to roll her hips… and saw it change her lover. In the same way Yang had been thrown off by seeing her try on the role of dominant male, Weiss didn’t quite know what to make of watching her godlike paramour turn into such a delicate flower. But she liked it - both seeing her look so sweet and vulnerable, and that Yang loved her and trusted her enough to let down her shields.

She would never take advantage of that. Not even on accident, as she had almost done moments ago. Then and there, she swore to herself that whatever had been messed up in her brain was going to stop affecting other people - especially Yang.

“Oh!” Yang finally called out when she was getting close. “Weiss! More, c-can… you go harder?”

“Yeah!” she grunted as her speed ramped up even more, falling to wrap her lips and teeth around the side of Yang’s neck. This was hard work, and it felt really strange to be doing it while receiving no pleasure herself. Well… Yang had pawed at her breasts a couple of times, and the base of the “banana” bumping against her mons did deliver some dull shockwaves, but Yang was definitely the one getting most of the benefits. And after making her feel like dirt earlier, that was all that mattered.

The instant she heard the moans of pleasure rise in pitch, felt the writhing turn to haphazard twitching, she knew her lover had reached her heights of pleasure. God, she looked so good in that moment! She had always thought so, but this was on another level, seeing her relinquish all power and let Weiss take the wheel. Yang had become an utter mess, writhing and screaming and fully open. Pure elation.

It only made Weiss fall more in love with her.

Leaning down to capture her lips, Weiss came to a stop when Yang did, and they poured all of their feelings into that point of contact. Weiss drew back to smile down at her.

“How was it?” she whispered excitedly. “I mean, when we started…” Time to eat crow. “When I stopped doing it wrong.”

But Yang was already shaking her head, leaning up to kiss her chin. “Not wrong. Just… weird, for me.”

“Wrong, Yang. But I want to know how it felt. What’s this like? Are we missing out on anything from boys?” They both giggled a little.

“Nah. Well… it was really different, and felt pretty great once I got used to it. But the problem is those things are usually attached to boys.” More laughter, which helped to ease the churning sickness in Weiss’s stomach that she had been trying to ignore. “So you wearing this is Fat City; all the benefits with no drawbacks.”

Nodding as she thought about that, Weiss slowly slid backward - and heard Yang gasp as she pulled the rubber phallus out. Then she asked, “Better than when I use my mouth? Well, obviously I’m not very good at that, anyway…”

“Are you kidding? You’re amazing at that!” Once Weiss rolled onto her back, gazing down at the glistening implement, Yang curled around her and did the same. “Wow, that’s so weird. That thing was in me.”

“You really think I’m good at, um, drinking from your cup?”

Yang’s hand drifted up and down her bare stomach, playing over the little pink scar for an instant. “If I went the rest of my life with just your mouth getting me off, I’d be completely okay with that. Bet on it, Weiss.” Then she nuzzled her neck. “Now… you gotta stop beating yourself up.”

“What?”

“For the dirty talk getting out of hand. Don’t even try it,” she cut her off when Weiss opened her mouth to argue. “I can tell you’re still thinking about it.”

Swallowing hard, she leaned over to kiss her cheek. “I think… I did something really bad. But I didn’t mean to do it! Just kind of happened, and by the time I figured it out, you already looked so… I hope I never make you look that way again. It scared me.”

“Scared you?! I was freaking out!” When Weiss winced, she hugged her closer. “Not mad at you. But nobody’s ever made me feel like that before, and it wasn’t all bad, okay? Just new.”

“I made you feel like a victim.”

“NO. You made me feel like I was really… not the one in control for once. It was nice, but it was kinda scary, too. None of that’s bad but it’s weird for me, that’s all.” She searched for the proper words for a second, and Weiss tried to be patient, to just let her think. “You’re so hot when you take charge like that.”

“Really?!”

Yang rolled her eyes. “Yes! Chee, you always act like you’re some kind of boring, hideous beast, when you’re not! What’s your tale, nightingale? Is it your dad who made you feel like you ain’t good enough? Because I mean… I hope now that he dug his own grave, we can get started making you feel like you’re the bee’s knees.”

That whole onslaught of deep insights from Yang, who normally acted like she didn’t care about much besides sex, hanging out, and her motorcycle, took Weiss by surprise and made her fall silent. But it was all true. She found it awfully hard to completely believe that she was worthy of love, that her own confidence was well-placed. On some level, she did know it was because of how her father treated her, but had never examined it fully - or had just assumed she deserved it.

“You’re right. I… whoa. I’m… wow, he really messed up my brain.”

“All our parents do. How do you think I feel, with one of mine barely putting up with me and the other running off like I’m yesterday’s trash?”

“Hey,” she told her firmly. “I’m sure your father loves you. He just…”

“Yeah, yeah, Summer died, and he couldn’t handle it.” She shrugged. “I understand. Still hurts to be dumped.”

Settling in for a longer discussion about parents, Weiss turned to snuggle her a little closer. Yang snickered at the feeling of the rubber against her leg and she smirked back. “That’s why your mom is so tough, and she probably wanted to make you just as tough, right?”

“Got that right,” she sighed as she kissed the side of her girlfriend’s head. “But I already know that. Looks like you’re just kinda figuring it out, huh?”

“Yeah. I… well, mine always made my mother and I feel so inferior. Why didn’t I ever realise that it wasn’t just changing how I felt about him?”

Yang shrugged hard, though she was clearly getting more comfortable. That flash of anxiety was long gone, which was a huge relief. “Because we don’t think about it, I guess. Headshrinkers do. But you shaking me up about Ruby and Qrow… I kinda got thinking about stuff like that afterward. How I was still feeling let down and wanted to take it out on them. Didn’t have a choice but to figure things out anymore, and… yeah. Thanks.”

“Why are you thanking me? I was just sticking my nose where it didn’t belong, like I always do. Just ask Pyrrha, or Blake and Ilia.”

“You mean the Blake and Ilia who danced together tonight, looking so cute and happy that I could gag? The Pyrrha who got to go with the boy of her dreams – and cut a rug with Cinder besides?” When Weiss smiled, Yang tickled her just a little to make the smile bigger. “Yeah, there you go! You did that! Pat yourself on the back, it’s okay!”

Finally broken out of her funk, she snuggled even closer, Yang enveloping her in her strong arms. And she felt the freedom to mention, “You know… you looked really good.”

“I did? In my dress? Aww, shucks!”

“Well, yes, of course you did. But what I meant was… just now.” She had to clear her throat to make herself finish her thought: “Seeing you spread out below me was so sexy.”

The deeply-blushing blonde grinned into Weiss’s shoulder. “You’re gonna make me turn into a tomato.” When Weiss kissed the top of her head, she sighed and whispered, “But I guess I don’t mind it. When it’s you.”

And Weiss didn’t mind, either. But that much was obvious.

[forkanna]

WARNING: NSFW. Punzelsanna content (Elsa/Anna/Jennifer Punzel).

NOTE: Wow, did not intend to post this almost exactly one month after the last chapter. But hey, that's kinda fun! I hope you all enjoy Anna's birthday celebration (which, also very coincidentally, happened right after my own). See you with another chapter very soon!

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John did make the time to stop by the following week. Anna had been out with Punz, but she heard all about it when she got home. That really was the best news she could have expected. She found herself smiling the whole while they were having that conversation, even if it felt a little too early for celebration. But it was a step in the right direction.

Wendy didn't come around until after Christmas break was over and done with. Anna and Punz were already back in classes, and she only heard through a call from her dad that Wendy had stopped by to mend fences, and been highly distressed that she had missed her chance…

Since Elsa was already gone. Just as she had promised, once the holiday was over with, she hopped into the time machine and fast-forwarded another month. Again, from her father, Anna heard that Doc Pabbie had rigged up her phone so that the call would originate from somewhere overseas - a simple matter for anyone who'd heard of a VPN before, much less an actual scientist - and Elsa talked to her eldest daughter that way. Then checked in with John, as well. Then… gone again.

It was sad that Anna didn't get to see her during that visit, but it couldn't be helped. Her mother seemed determined to hold herself to that self-imposed policy that she and Anna had to eventually be closer in age if she was going to let herself enjoy their relationship. So when month after month slipped by, she wasn't surprised not to really hear from her mother.

Until the middle of March. Anna's nineteenth birthday.

Through pure chance, it fell on a Saturday, so she and Punz spent the day together, able to freely ignore the demands of classes. They had planned to see a movie and go out to dinner. And it was nice, it was, but on the drive home Anna couldn't help the little bead of sadness that kept pestering the back of her mind.

It felt… weird, not seeing Elsa on this particular date. Or hearing from her. And while she absolutely appreciated Jennifer and everything they did that day – everything that she had done to make her birthday special, like the incredible girlfriend she was – it was still depressing not to hear from her mother at all, and it weighed on her.

Clearly Punz knew. Anna tried not to drag her down, because she didn't want Punz to think she didn't love spending time with her, but she could still tell when Anna wasn't feeling completely okay. Maybe she had known that if Elsa didn't contact her then Anna would feel down, because when they got back to the dorm, there was a surprise waiting that Anna never would have guessed.

Or rather, wouldn't have guessed all of it. She had hoped – and to a certain degree, expected – they would have the traditional birthday sex at some point in the day. The thought that Punz would take it further than she ever had before didn't even cross Anna's mind. Punz was gorgeous and sweet and so, so receptive. Not passive, just… reactionary.

So when she pushed Anna onto the bed, moving to sit astride her as she pulled her shirt off, it was the most heavenly surprise.

"You're mine tonight," she said, leaning forward to capture Anna's lips in a possessive display of power. The quick view Anna had of the extra-lacy bra was enough to get her heart pumping. Any remaining thoughts of Elsa temporarily slipped beneath the waves of her own arousal.

"What does that mean?" she found herself whispering a short time later, as her own body was shucked of its trappings. "Do you… want me to call you 'master' or something?"

Punz flashed her a dark smile. One Anna could tell was completely pretend, but she appreciated all the same; this girl didn't have a sinister bone in her whole body. "Hmm, I like the sound of that. What about 'Miss Punzel'?"

Though privately, Anna felt weird about that because she used to call Jennifer's mother that sometimes, but she more often called her "Mrs. P" so it wasn't as odd as it could have been. So she simply nodded and whispered, "Miss Punzel, you're trying to seduce me."

"Oh, so now I'm your mom and you're me, huh?" Then she wrinkled her nose briefly. "Wait… that doesn't work, because your mom seduced you, not me. Nevermind, my Graduate metaphor totally fell apart."

"It's okay," Anna laughed. Privately, she thought Punz was a failure as a Dom, but she didn't want her to be a Dom. She wanted to be with her girlfriend - even if that meant playing their roles a little longer, just for fun. So she cleared her throat and started over: "Miss Punzel… what are you going to do to my body?"

Jennifer bit her lip for a long moment, eyes sweeping up and down her half-stripped form. "Mmm… anything I want. And there are a lot of things, little Anna."

"Little?!"

The outburst, minor though it was, allowed Anna to see a glimpse beyond the dominant act Punz was putting on; it made her shirk back, just a little; made her eyes slip from where they looked into Anna's. Made her look…

Scared. That really shouldn't have been a surprise to Anna at all. This was so far from the realm that they usually explored – or rather, the realm that Jennifer usually took charge of. If there was any roleplaying to be done, Anna orchestrated the entire affair. Punz was doing this purely to make her happy. Stepping beyond the bounds of her own comfort zone to do something she knew Anna enjoyed.

Anna had to kiss her for that. Then she had to divest Punz of the rest of her clothing just so she could look at her. Of course, it was the lacy red bra that held her attention the most, but she did make sure to appreciate the matching pair of panties that clothed Punz's glorious behind.

It was then that she remembered that Punz was supposed to be in control; how easily she handed it over! As fun as it would be to turn the tables, it was also glaringly obvious that her girlfriend had a plan; so, leaning forward and letting her hands caress the skin of Jennifer's thighs, Anna whispered, "Tell me what you want, Miss Punzel."

The small whimper Punz let out was delicious, but she was quick to regain control. "On the bed. Naked. Now. Right now." Okay, perhaps not as in control as she intended, but that was okay. This was new to the both of them.

But just as Anna was removing her shirt, there came an unwelcome interruption from the door. The worst part wasn't that someone was trying to get in; it was that they were succeeding. At the first thump, Anna had dreaded a stranger either calling out "Sorry!" or someone knocking and asking if they were in. Unfortunately, instead they heard the sound of a key scraping in a lock.

"Shit!" Punz whispered frantically. "The RA!"

At least it wasn't the RA, or anyone else on staff. In the darkened room, they could make out a blonde head peeking through the door, joy dancing in her eyes. Once the door swung a little wider, the eyes turned from amused to shocked.

"OH! O-Oh my GOD!"

"Elsa!" Anna hissed under her breath, trying to pull the sheet over hers and Punz's bodies and failing completely; it was pinned down by her own weight. "What are- did you- maybe KNOCK or something?!"

"Sorry!" she hissed, edging into the room and closing the door behind her. "Girls, I'm very sorry, I didn't- the lights were out, I thought I could surprise you before you got back from… well, from wherever you were!"

"Well consider me surprised!" Anna called out. There was still anger and disbelief in her tone, but that wasn't the only thing; once Anna had stopped trying to cover herself, it was easy to see how pleased she was. Her mother hadn't forgotten her birthday, after all.

"I'll come back in… in an hour?" she asked. It was too dark to make out her expression. Punz just sat atop Anna awkwardly – at least she wasn't facing the door. But even after offering, Elsa made no move to leave. Punz twisted her head a little, just to observe the older woman. Elsa's gaze was glued to Anna – in fact, Punz was certain that if she hadn't been there, Elsa would have stalked forward and done… well, exactly what she had been trying to do.

Hand shaking and voice trembling, she reached out to gently palm one of Anna's breasts. "If that's what Anna wants." God her voice sounded so frail, and it was nearly drowned out by Anna's gasp.

"I really am sorry," Elsa breathed, reaching over to set a couple of things on one of their desks. In the darkness, it was hard to tell what they were. "You can get on with whatever you were doing before, and I'll… catch you another time. Happy birthday, Anna."

The fact that Anna was about to let her go, without chasing after her for once, seemed to light a fire under Punz. Elsa had actually turned the doorknob and pulled it already when she squeaked, "Wait!"

"Hm?"

"Wait, Mrs… Elsa. I, um, I wanted to ask… to ask, um, what are you here for? Just like, because I know you didn't… that this wasn't on purpose, so what were you…"

After a few seconds when there had been no interruption of the sentence, she shrugged and whispered, "You're right, I wasn't trying to... interrput. I was just going to surprise Anna, but I think you have that covered!"

"She does," Anna said in deference to Punz. "But I mean, thank you. Seriously! It's just… y-yeah, we were in the middle of something."

"Of course! I completely understand."

"But you can come back in… an hour or two, and we can go out for ice cream or something like that. Right, Punz?"

But a very thoughtful look was on Punz's face. Not that Anna could see much in the darkness, but she had a feeling Punz was still blushing, and could almost feel her breath coming faster in some kind of panic. It worried her, until she whispered, "Yeah. I mean, you could stay now, too, if you wanted. Anna definitely wants you here, I think."

"No, no, I wouldn't want you two to stop for my sake," Elsa tried to laugh it off. She had stopped moving towards the door though – an invitation for Punz to continue, perhaps, or an indication that she didn't really want to leave, either. Maybe both.

"Who says we have to stop?" Punz shot back. Anna could hear the defensiveness lacing her tone, as much as it was shaking from anxiety, but she was more distracted by the words. And her own arousal. If Punz meant what Anna thought she meant, then…

Swallowing, Anna lifted herself up onto her elbows. She was still naked from the waist up, and the knowledge that both people in the room were aware of that fact… well, it certainly wasn't making her arousal fade.

"Wait, Jen," Anna began. "Do you mean like– we keep going? With Elsa still there?!"

Truth be told, it was something she hadn't considered. This was already weird enough – no need to make it weirder by inviting her girlfriend to have to confront it face-to-face. There was so much 'nope' already for any typical person to handle. But then, if Punz was offering – was okay with doing what she suggested, and Elsa okay with it, as well, then Anna saw no reason to argue. The longer she thought about it, the more appealing it was. But could either of them really be okay with that?

The best part was that even though she had asked a question, Punz didn't feel the need to verbally respond. She knew Anna's body – knew all its little signs and indications. So when she placed her hand on Anna's chest, gently rubbing circles against a pert nipple, it was more than enough of an answer.

Anna groaned and Elsa murmured a heated, "Oh goodness," and stumbled over to the unused bed on the other side of the room, sitting down heavily. As if she had sea legs.

"What's the matter?" Punz said, still sounding somehow both petulant and taunting. "You can't act like you've never seen her like this before."

"It's not that," Elsa assured her in a raspy voice. "Well… it'll sound silly to admit that I felt a little weak in the knees. I really should get up and shut the door, though…"

A thrill of dread shot through Anna's stomach. The door was still very slightly open; just a crack, so anyone walking past wouldn't see much. But they might hear something. After a split second's indecision, she scrambled out of the bed and shot toward it, practically slamming it shut.

"That's one solution," Elsa chuckled, a little amazed at the situation they found themselves in. Anna could relate.

"Good. Now, um… where were we?"

Punz stood from the bed. "I'll make this really easy for you, Anna." For a moment, she was afraid that her girlfriend would move to the door and leave, and that would be that. A horrible conversation to have the next day that would involve a lot of regrets and maybe some shouting.

But instead, she moved to the bed where Elsa sat and plopped down right next to her. Even in the low light, it was easy to see how much she was shaking as she looped her hand around Elsa's waist – prompting the elder woman to let out a quiet yip of pure surprise – then patted her own lap with the other.

"Come get your present, Anna."

The tremble was evident in her voice, too, but it seemed she genuinely wanted to go through with this. After all, she had always thought Jennifer was one of the bravest people she knew - and not because she was never scared. But because she could always push through that fear when it was important. Anna's eyes flickered over to Elsa, who was sitting stock-still as though any motion would send Punz scurrying for the hills.

"Well? Come on, Birthday Girl, it's not gonna wait around forever."

Smirking to herself, Anna finally began moving forward. Punz wasn't very convincing, but it wasn't like she didn't want whatever was going to happen. Her two favourite women were offering her a dream situation; she had to at least see if it would lead anywhere. Straddling Punz's lap, though, she had a brief moment of doubt.

"Wait, was my present this? Or was it… y'know, you?"

As soon as she asked, though, it became obvious that it had been a very stupid question. Punz froze, and her face darkened; this did not seem like a good blush, though. It didn't take a genius to figure out why Punz suddenly seemed so unsure of herself. Anna wasn't sure how to break the spell she cast, but it seemed she didn't have to.

Or rather, she could rely on someone else. Elsa, having been silently watching them for the past few minutes, made a very slow, deliberate motion as she moved her arm around Punz's side. It came to rest between her shoulders and her waist, but the real surprise was the tender, if platonic, peck she placed on Punz's forehead. Here was Mrs McFly, housewife and mother.

"Well, go on. Give her this present you keep talking about." And there was the hint of Elsa, the closeted teenage lesbian with the raging hormones to rival literally anyone of the 80s, who had grown into a cunning cougar over the course of thirty years. The woman Anna loved more than her own mother.

"Jeepers," was all Punz could make herself breathe. Instantly, Elsa withdrew her hand, but a moment later there was a quiet giggle. "S-sorry. I really don't know… I mean, I've barely done this stuff with Anna, let alone…"

"Can't handle the challenge?" Elsa prodded her very gently. Her coy smile made it clear – at least, to Anna – that she was only teasing. Her hand didn't return, and she didn't make any more advances toward the other college girl in the room.

But that wasn't how Punz perceived it. She took the smirk at face value, and frowned over at Elsa for a moment before snapping, "Hey, I might not have a half-century of experience like some old ladies…"

She couldn't help herself. Anna let out a cajoling "ooooooh" in Elsa's direction. Even though she wanted this, and wanted her mother to feel comfortable, she knew that Punz had more rights that night. Also, as the more nervous of the two, she needed the support - and she could show that by dishing it out at her mom.

"Hah!" Elsa burst out, finding it funny instead of insulting. "Didn't anyone ever teach you to respect your elders?"

"Well, you're definitely an elder." However, the banter was enabling Punz to loop her arms a little tighter around Anna. To find her confidence again. "What was it like before cars were invented?"

"Says the girl who isn't old enough to use one," Elsa fired back, still smirking as she let her hand drift down to rest on Anna's rear. It made the redhead let out a shaky sigh, appreciating their touches both independently and as a combined unit.

If Punz had been about to retort that she was, indeed, old enough to drive, it seemed to die on her tongue as Anna's pelvis tilted forward. Her chest was right there, in all its pert and uncovered glory. But she also didn't seem to know exactly what she wanted to do – if she did, then she lacked the courage. Here she was, sat in her underwear with her girlfriend atop her lap, and said girlfriend's mother sitting next to her. It was like a scene from an amateur porno - one that could never come true.

But Anna kept looking at her, all warmed up and clearly eager to get started. It was too late to back out now. Hands sliding up, they cupped Anna's breasts; small globes that fit perfectly in her palms. Anna sighed once more, leaning her head back as her right hand came to rest on Punz's. Her other hand travelled south to meet Elsa's, and she rolled her hips again.

It was, in part, an act. Even with the extra thrill of another person, there was no way she was that sensitive. But it was distracting, and before she knew it, Jennifer was kissing Anna's throat, licking and leaving little red marks. Anna let out a low hum at the sensation.

Fingertips dug into Anna's rear in reaction to the touch. So far, Elsa had mostly been egging the two of them on, but she was also being quite bold simply by not having left when the decision was put to her. Punz even moreso, since she was less experienced and already wasn't quite as comfortable with Anna's other relationship. Understandable as that was. It was interesting to see how they each handled being in this situation with the other present.

By the time she heard a shaky sigh from Punz, she was already practically aching with need from the kisses and light fondling, the other hand clutching down below. When she pulled back to shoot a questioning glance down, her girlfriend looked a little shy.

"Elsa's getting f-fresh," she whispered.

"I was not," Elsa said immediately, frowning over at her.

"You were heading for my ass!"

"No, I was petting your back! I promise you that I wasn't going any further downward than I had." But after a few seconds of stony, red-faced silence from Jennifer, she added, "Do you want me to demonstrate what that would feel like to prove it?"

"NO! No, just… ugh, I'm so bad at this… why can't I relax and just… let things happen? I know in my brain that it's alright for us to both 'play' with Anna together, but like… I still wanna punch you."

At that last word, Anna blinked in shock. "Punz!" But she also inexplicably felt her pulse increase. The idea of either of them fighting for her, claiming her as their own, was both alarming… and a slight turn-on. Not only that, but the fact that Punz had been so brazen with how she felt, that was a good thing – at least to Anna. Even in her arousal-addled mind, she could see that Punz was perhaps not seeing Elsa as "Mrs McFly" nearly as much as she used to.

But the fighting words really weren't getting anyone anywhere, least of all Anna. "Okay, you two," she breathed. The words were directed at both Elsa and Punz, but her gaze was fixed squarely on her girlfriend. She needed the most encouragement, after all. "There's a half-naked, entirely revved-up college girl sitting on your lap. And she really wants to be touched. And unless one of you starts, I suppose she'll just have to take over herself. Which would be a shame, really, because there's two equally gorgeous ladies who are allegedly trying to give her some birthday sex."

As she finished, Anna made sure to smile at Punz. She and Elsa had already played this particular game – the one of give and take – but Punz had yet to gain experience with it. She was as unsure as Elsa was - though in the latter's case, it was because this was so new and she was trying to be respectful of Punz's wishes.

But at the same time, Anna had been serious with her words. When Jennifer still hesitated, she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth at the same moment her hand snaked down. With the way she was straddling Punz, it couldn't have been more obvious what she was doing.

So it ended up that both Punz and Anna said "Oh!" at the same moment. It sounded a bit different, but the feeling expressed was parallel. Anna rocked her hips into her fingers as Punz was startled into silence, watching with wide eyes as her girlfriend began to work on her body.

"You're going to let her get away with that?" Elsa whispered. Cajoling, prompting. It didn't take much longer for Punz to begin kissing down her chest again, for now content to simply assist her girlfriend rather than taking over.

Meanwhile, it seemed Elsa had another tactic in mind to move things along. Her nails raked down Anna's back, causing her to hiss through her teeth and arch her back forward. Suddenly, Jennifer found herself with a mouthful, though she quickly adapted and began to lap and nibble at the erect teat between her lips.

"There we go," Elsa sighed, clearly a little affected by what she was watching but still not quite joining in. Not fully. "I'm sure she's been wanting that for a while now."

Jennifer didn't rise to the challenging words. Just the challenge itself, the needs of her girlfriend that she was determined to sate.

Anna was beyond happy; she felt like crying because it was more than she had ever dared ask for, even in the back of her darkest fantasies. A few times, she had thought about something like this, then reprimanded herself for being "gross"… and here it was coming true. They were both helping her get off at the same time; her heart was overflowing.

That alone meant that it really didn't take long for Anna to reach her finish. One of her fastest, too – though that wasn't including the foreplay, which took a little longer than usual. The sensation of Elsa's fingers scratching into her back and Punz kissing and sucking at her front worked in tandem to set her nerves alight. The final touch was her own fingers, going exactly where she needed them. Where she knew they would have the most influence.

Neither Punz nor Elsa quite knew what to do when she was finished – that much was obvious. Punz kept kissing, though there was no urgency that often came with her either attempting to sate herself or to encourage Anna to go again. And Elsa seemed not to want to give up her small grip on Anna. Of course, it couldn't last. With gentle motions, Anna removed her hand, wiping it on her stomach while her clean one came to cup Punz's cheeks and bring her face up so she could look into her eyes. And…

This kiss felt different, and Anna couldn't quite place why. True, even for her it was a little weird having Elsa right next to them as they made out; Punz probably felt similarly. Anna watched Elsa from the corner of her eye, and wasn't ashamed to admit – at least to herself, privately – that the brief look of want that passed her mother's face was hot.

After all, Elsa had obviously snuck in with her own plans in mind. Now they would just have to be fantasies.

Too soon, Punz had broken the kiss. She let out a little giggle when Anna whined and pressed her head forward, but didn't give in to Anna's wish for another.

"I need a shower," she announced, eyes flicking to Elsa for the briefest of moments before she was staring somewhere between Anna's ear and her chin. "You have some um, catching up to do."

"Maybe we could all shower," Anna purred with wiggling eyebrows. But all she got was a shove, so she popped up from Punz's lap to let her collect some clothes.

"I'll be right back. Have fun!" She looked a little sad, even though she was smiling. Then she was gone.

"I am so sorry," Elsa began immediately, before Anna could even turn around to look at her properly. "Honestly, I saw the lights off, and I didn't think… well, I should have knocked, at least."

"Maybe, yeah. Still… wow, that just happened."

Her mother chuckled a little and stood to cross the room, flicking on the overhead light. "It did. Not something I expected to have enjoyed tonight…"

And to Anna's surprise, it really seemed like it wasn't. Now, she could see that the desk had an expertly-wrapped gift and a chocolate cake in a plastic domed container. Simple, actual birthday trappings. There also seemed to be a plastic grocery bag full of assorted other things.

"You… were you gonna throw me a surprise party?"

"Not much of a party with just the two of us, possibly three. But just a little pleasant shock to your system, yes." Her hand came to rest on the cake. "We could still light candles and let you blow them out, if you like…?"

"Sure," Anna giggled, actually pleased. For some reason, it was nice to see some evidence that Elsa still remembered she was a person and not just a potential future wife, after all the time-hopping.

It was decided – mutually and silently – that they would wait for Punz before doing the cake-thing. But that didn't stop Anna from digging into the grocery bag or unwrapping her present. Inside the box, Elsa had placed another box – and inside that box was a photoframe, and in the frame was a picture Anna hadn't even been aware existed. Tori, in 1985, on stage at the Enchantment Under the Sea dance. Given her smile and the energy, it was likely when she was playing Bananarama.

"Where-?"

"They put it in the paper the next day. It was really no hassle to travel back and get them to develop another picture for me- or rather, for you."

Anna's fingers trailed over the glass. She looked ridiculous in those clothes, red hair wild; you would have to know it was her not to assume it was a lookalike. But that was the girl Elsa had fallen in love with. That was the beautiful part. "Thank you," she whispered earnestly. "It's… gnarly."

The corner of Elsa's mouth twisted in a smile. "Happy birthday, Anna."

Gently moving to place the picture on her desk, Anna was distracted by the grocery bag. "What have we here?" she asked, more to herself than Elsa.

Party hats and poppers filled its contents, and those terrible little party horns that unravelled as you blew into them. It entertained the both of them for a good ten minutes, and broke some of the tension of the previous moment. At least, until the RA did actually show up and chastised them for being too loud. She looked at Elsa a little longer than necessary, but Anna had a suspicion that it was more because she was unfamiliar than her age. The treatments from the future really had done wonders.

By that stage, a good half hour had passed, and Punz still had not returned. Her showers normally didn't take that long. "She's probably just run into a friend. Always the extrovert, that Jennifer Punzel!" Anna said. Elsa just looked at her. Sighing, Anna slumped. "Yeah, you're right. This is Punz we're talking about…"

"But it's alright. I get you to myself for a little while longer; I don't hate that."

Grinning, Anna kissed her on the cheek, and they snuggled for a moment. But nothing more came of it. She felt a little guilty for having reached her own heights without doing the same for her mother, but Elsa didn't seem particularly wound up. Just glad to spend time with her.

Eventually, Punz did return, looking pink and freshly scrubbed. When they asked what took so long, she cleared her throat and tried to be evasive.

"Oh hey, a cake!" she cried out. "Looks good, too… and the candles look ready to go."

"Did you get off in there?"

Punz didn't answer. Elsa glanced at Anna's amused face, then back to Punz. Finally, she shrugged and said, "It's not like we don't all do it. You had a very good reason to on this occasion, I might add."

"I did," she sighed weakly, glancing at Anna – who had long ago pulled on an oversized tee. "Sorry… y-yeah, I needed to blow off a little steam in there."

"You really could have told me to get lost, though. That way, Anna could have returned the favour instead of you having to run off – or you could have done it with me here, anyway. You're together and have every right-"

"In front of you? N-nah… I'm not ready for… well, for that kinda stuff." By now, she was beet red, but she did keep glancing at Elsa's patient smile. Anna felt her eyes narrowing in suspicion, but she also knew intellectually that she just wasn't used to doing anything "bad" in front of someone she still saw as a parental figure.

And besides, it wasn't like she had any right to be jealous, particularly not of a perceived attraction between Punz and Elsa. One she was probably imagining anyway.

"C'mere," Anna offered, brushing away that silly thought. It was still her birthday for another few hours, and that wasn't nearly enough time to waste any on stupid notions of jealousy.

Punz didn't move forward, though. Anna saw her glance at her own bed, biting her lip, and she knew precisely what was going through her girlfriend's head at this given moment. This called for something bigger.

"Jen… please?" Holding her arms out, Anna tried not to let her bottom lip wobble too much. Didn't want any overkill, after all.

But it had the unintended side effect of making Elsa sit up, ensuring there was an appropriate distance between herself and Anna when she said, "Perhaps I should be going…"

"Don't!" Punz piped up. Only after she said it did she seem to realise what she was saying, and she glanced down toward the floor. "Well… you did come to help Anna celebrate her birthday, and I know you kinda did that part, but like…"

Elsa's smile was definitely of a motherly type. "Very sweet of you to offer, but I can tell what kind of evening you two intended to have. And I've intruded on it enough - even though it's been… interesting."

Anna looked between them for a moment. Elsa wasn't leaving very fast; she seemed to be waiting for Punz to speak. For her part, she seemed to be indecisive; probably because she felt asking Elsa to stay was the right thing to do, but she wasn't used to arguing with "adults".

"You get in bed," she told Jennifer as she stood up. "I'll just be a sec." Then she took Elsa's elbow and steered her toward the door.

"You don't have to throw me out," Elsa giggled. "I have two perfectly good legs."

"They are perfect legs," Anna conceded, and her mother's head dipped in very slight chagrin at the unexpected compliment. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I know it's my birthday, but, um… can we do something nice for Jen?"

"Hm? I mean, if it's what we just did for you, I don't think she's interested in that from my direction."

Waving a hand, she hissed, "Not that! But what if we get her some of that cake and cuddle her? I want her to feel loved; not in the sexy way, just like, that we both really care about her and she's not just the third wheel when you and me are together."

Thoughts were clearly flying back and forth behind her mother's blue eyes. "You really don't think she'd be uncomfortable?" Anna shook her head, and Elsa shrugged one shoulder. "We can try it. I'll feel a little strange about cuddling her, myself, but I think I can fake that I'm not better than she can. And… well, I do really want to make it up to the both of you."

Anna bit her bottom lip. She didn't want Elsa to have to fake it. But maybe that was what they needed right now: a chance to get used to this changing dynamic. When this whole thing began, it wouldn't have been a radical assumption to think that neither Punz nor Elsa expected their own relationship to change this much. In fact, Anna was fairly certain Punz thought they would get along less, if only because, well… her first reaction to the news was to throw up. And now she was actively giving them space.

What did she do to deserve such a wonderful girlfriend?

That question that filled her mind as she walked back over to Punz. She did as she had been told, but she still seemed unsure; she was sitting cross-legged, curling herself up just enough to seem smaller than usual. Like she was the one trying not to intrude. Anna's heart went out to her. She was so good. Nevermind what Anna did to deserve Punz: she didn't. But for whatever reason, Punz had chosen her, and Anna needed to live up to that.

She would do her damndest to try, at any rate.

"Okay, here's what we're going to do," Anna announced, clapping her hands together once. "We're gonna sit on that bed and watch a movie and eat cake, and you're gonna let us cuddle the shit out of you, okay?"

Her words were fierce, and her tone even moreso. Punz kind of looked like she had been warped into an alternate dimension where everyone had horse-heads. "What?"

"You heard me." When Anna noticed Elsa was already opening up the cake pan, lighting the candles, she let out a self-conscious little laugh. "Oh, we don't still need to do that."

"Of course we do, and I think Jennifer would agree. Right?"

After only a slight hesitation, Punz swallowed hard and nodded. "Y-yeah. It's the only part of this crazy birthday that still looks normal. We have to, Anna - you deserve a real cake and all!"

So Anna let them sing "Happy Birthday" to her, and she made a big deal out of conducting their performance until they all started laughing. Then she blew out her candles and they cut the cake into slices, Elsa insisting that the other two start the cuddling while she served them. The mom coming out in her again. Soon enough, they were all half-lying against the headboard and watching an old classic that Anna had selected.

"Truly one of the greats," Elsa muttered around her bite of cake as the words "The Goonies" appeared on the black screen. "Turn it up."

Punz did, too nervous to eat quite yet. "Um… is it okay to say that I've never seen this?"

"What?!" Anna burst out in so much surprise that her bite fell back into her bowl. "How have we been going out this long and I'm just learning about this now?!"

"Manners, Anna," Elsa chastised as Punz gave a sheepish shrug. Anna rolled her eyes and picked up the piece of cake.

"Lucky we're fixing that, then. This is a classic. And it has the Chinese kid from Indiana Jones – and Josh Brolin way before he was cool, Samwise before he hit the Shire!"

"Just let her watch the movie."

Punz shot Elsa a grateful smile. Then she took a small bite of her cake and settled in against her girlfriend to watch the movie. To Anna, she looked a lot more comfortable than she would have expected. But that was good. It was more than that, really: it was nice.

And it only got nicer. They finished their cake and got cleaned up. Anna ducked out for a "super duper really quick shower," and when she got back, Elsa and Punz were in almost the same position that they had been in when she left. There was a little more distance between them versus with Anna, but honestly, it was hardly noticeable. When Anna returned to her seat, all clean and cool, Punz even moved closer to Elsa to give her room.

Even more wild, they stayed that way. Punz may have curled up against Anna more closely, but Elsa curled up against Punz - and she didn't seem to mind. Even if nothing particularly risque happened at all, it was so heartening to see them growing that comfortable with each other. Maybe this really was going to work out.

For Anna, there was only one disappointment: when the movie ended, and Elsa made to get up.

"Wh- where are you going? Don't- don't you wanna stay here tonight?" Anna asked. Punz looked between the both of them, obviously halfway asleep already. She was awake enough to catch the small look Elsa gave her, and awake enough to do something about it. Putting her hand on the older woman's, she stared at them for a second.

"If-if you wanna stay, that's fine. Don't think you're not allowed… okay?"

"You're a sweetheart, Jennifer. But I really didn't intend on staying the night anyway. You're both tired and there isn't a lot of room." She leaned forward, across Punz, to kiss Anna's cheek and then her lips. "But I hope you had a wonderful birthday, my darling." She kissed Anna once more, and when she drew back, they both noticed something odd.

Punz was staring at them. Well, more precisely, she was staring at Elsa.

"Punz…?"

"Huh?"

"Did you, uh… were you staring at her b-"

"Would you like a kiss, sweetheart?" Elsa to the rescue with her blunt words and soft tone. At least it kept Punz from having to admit that she was checking out her girlfriend's mother's cleavage - even if Anna wasn't entirely sure tha twas the case. Immediately, Punz's face began to darken, and she looked away.

"N-n-nah, that'd be weird for you, probably. I m-mean, you're Anna's mom and her, uh, other girlfriend? Or whatever you would call that. A-and you and I… we're not…" But it seemed the more she stumbled over her words, the more she was making it sound like she really was interested in getting some variety of affection from the older woman. Whether or not that was truly the case, she clamped her lips shut.

So Elsa kissed her cheek. It was still a lot more affectionate than either girl expected, but the lessened level of intimacy compared to Anna's kiss seemed to set Punz at ease a little. She let out a slight sigh, eyes closing until the lips left her face.

"We both care very deeply for Anna," she told her gently as she patted her forearm before standing up. "Which means we should care for each other, as well. I already did before this whole craziness, because I could tell you're a sweet person who deserves her affections. Though I know it's difficult to navigate… well, whatever this has turned into. Doesn't mean I'm not willing to try."

Punz looked like she was going to blush until she melted, so Anna quipped, "I'm pretty lucky to have such hot sisterwives."

"And don't you forget it," Elsa told her in a slightly sharper tone, though she was smiling. They both shared a laugh as she put her shoes back on and gathered her purse. "Happy birthday. And when Jennifer comes back to reality, tell her I said 'goodnight' for me?"

"Uh-huh," Punz just managed to mutter. Anna rolled her eyes.

Once they were alone, she finally did seem to come back to herself. As they turned off the TV and finished getting ready for bed, she asked her, "Punz?"

"What?"

"Are you starting to crush on Elsa?"

"N-no!" she hissed in alarm. "I mean… okay, so she's really hot, and I do like her, but it's not the way I feel about you. Just that… I dunno, I didn't expect any of this, and it's all… hinky."

Sighing, she abandoned her own bed to crawl into Anna's and get it warm for the both of them. They did sleep separately most of the time because the beds were too small to truly accommodate two people, especially with the way they both tended to sprawl out during sleep. However, sometimes creature comfort was more important.

"But I mean, I definitely would rather your mom give me a little cheek-peck than deal with like, jealous fighting or whatever."

"That makes it sound like the lesser of two bad options," Anna pointed out, sliding in next to her girlfriend. Punz didn't say anything at first; only wrapped her arms around Anna and snuggled in.

When she did finally speak, it was to apologise. "Sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" Anna asked. There was a laugh in her tone and she lifted a hand to run through Punz's hair. "What's going on? Between this and the Halloween party…" When all she got was a shrug, she pressed on. "Please talk to me…"

Letting out a sigh, Punz pushed her face in closer. "I'm just sorry. I'm probably making this harder for you and Elsa than it has to be."

"What? If anything, you're making it easier! Why would you think that?"

"I just feel like I… get in the way sometimes. So I try to give you space but that always backfires…"

Wrapping her arms and legs as tightly around Punz as she could, she whispered into her hair, "Shhhhh. You are never in the way. Never, you hear me? Just… I mean, I appreciate you giving Elsa and me some alone time, just like I appreciate Elsa ducking out to give us some. But that doesn't mean you're 'in the way'."

"Okay," she finally sighed, even if she was still quite tense. "I'm… I know, and I know you mean that. Just feels that way sometimes, anyway. It's dumb."

"It is dumb. But I get how you feel that way. Even if I hope you can start to feel that we both care about you. It's not like, just me tolerating you, and Elsa wants you gone. She loves you, too - even if it's not like the way I love you."

Snuggling in closer, Jennifer whispered, "I'm just not used to having a mom care about me. On top of her looking more like your big sister now. Like, it's a good feeling; a weird one, but a good one. I just have to get used to it, I guess. This whole thing. But I think… if you're sure you want me around…"

"Double-sure. Triple!" They both giggled a little. "I mean it."

"Okay. I trust you, Anna."

And those were the last whispered words either of them breathed before drifting away to the realm of sleep.

~ o ~

But the notion that Jennifer would always feel a little left out until they did something about it stayed with Anna as she returned to her daily routine. After a few weeks, she began to jot down ideas. It wasn't easy, but the next couple of times Elsa popped her head into Anna's life, she cornered her so they could plot for the future — hard as it was to resist engaging in other activities.

Eventually, summer break came around, and they spent the first couple of weeks doing the beach-themed vacation they had planned on. After that, the initial strategy was to go back to campus and work to help offset costs.

And they did, for a bit. Until one weekend in July…

To Be Continued…

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Plot is really winding up now! Thanks for reading!

Princess and The Dragons

=Chapter 55

Though they did discuss trying the contraption the other way around, in the end Weiss decided she wasn’t quite ready to try it. And she was as honest as she could be that it was due to her near brush with being taken advantage of by the thug. The minute Yang started stammering to reassure her that she would never do that, Weiss cut her off with kisses and explained it wasn’t about what Yang would or wouldn't do. That it was her brain being a little weird for the time being and hopefully she could work her way through those issues eventually.

But fingers and lips were still welcome. And were used.

The next morning, they peeled themselves up from the bed after a while and showered together. Hands wandered quite a few places. Yang teased Weiss once or twice about wishing her mother were there, but after the retaliatory pinches she left the topic alone. Eventually, they got dressed in the spare clothes Yang had packed.

“I can’t believe you were this prepared,” Weiss chuckled as she buttoned up the plaid shirt. It was a little bit “country” for her refined tastes, but it did seem to suit the jeans rather well. “You keep doing these gentlemanly things that make me want to reconsider what I told my mother.”

Looking up from where she was shrugging on her leather jacket, Yang asked, “What did you tell her?”

“Oh, it's nothing.” But when she glanced over again to see her girlfriend was waiting with arms folded, she relented, “She tried to tell me that you were basically my boyfriend, just because you're a little taller and a little stronger. I told her it wasn't quite the same.”

That got the Dragon chuckling. “Yeah, I would hope you know that after last night, especially. Really made an honest woman out of me.”

“You're ridiculous, Xiao Long.”

“I'm serious. Even if it was rubber, that was… that was my first time. With one of those.”

Weiss dropped her heels on to the bed to walk over and catch her lover by the elbows, holding on. “I guessed that. You looked like it scared you, putting yourself in that position. Even if you ended up liking it later.”

“Pshhh,” she grunted, rolling her eyes… even though her cheeks were turning redder. “Wasn't scared.”

“Yes, you were. And so was I. Both about the idea of you doing that to me and me doing it to you. Always have been about boys.”

With Weiss having admitted that much freely, Yang let her gruff attitude and wry smile fall away. “Fine. Yeah, I was, uh… it was weird. Didn't ever see myself letting that happen to me for anybody before. And if I'm being honest, I still don't see it. Like, last night feels like this crazy dream. Doesn't it? Or is that just me?”

“Not just you,” she reassured her.

“Guess I always pictured myself being the one doing that once I bought one of those things. Since I'm kinda ‘manly’, like your mom said. Barely ever even let any girls finger me. But then…” The way her breaths began to quicken, her eyes staring off into the corner, was a little worrying to Weiss but she kept listening. “Last night? It felt so good. Really different, and wrong, but good, and seeing you above me like that… I hated it but I loved it, and I don't know what that means!”

Gentle kisses began to help the big strong Dragon fight down her building anxiety. It really only took a few seconds, even if it felt like a short eternity. Then Weiss pulled back to cup her cheeks gently as she saw Yang start to smile again.

“Hey, you jolly blond giant. If it makes you like this, I'm never going to put that thing on again. I promise.”

“What? Really? Oh.” She swallowed and then shrugged. “Guess you don't have to.”

“But…” Carefully keeping her voice casual, neutral, she added, “If you put it on me, we could try it again sometime. Since then I'll know it's what you actually want, instead of just… not being sure.”

Yang's smile could have lit up the entire town of Vale. “Cheeeee. I don't know how you do that all the time.”

“Do what?”

“Know exactly the right thing to say. It's like, you're some kind of Martian with a secret power. Real gone.”

Laughing, she threw her arms around the taller girl and squeezed, earning her a squeeze in return. “You're actually pretty good about that, too. I think you and Kali are the ones who usually don't have to try very hard to make me feel better.”

“Wow, holy cow. You're comparing my skill level to hers? That's a high compliment, cuz she's really good at that.”

“Yep.” They shared a quick kiss before she sat down to start pulling on her heels. “And you're even better than her because if you can't make me feel better with words, we can always…”

For a second, the blissfully happy Yang just stood there waiting for Weiss to continue. Then a sly grin began to spread across her face.

“Sure can, Princess. Any blessed day of the week.”

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   Since there wasn't really anything else to do on that Lazy Sunday, they rang the well-guarded number for Salem's manor. Though the threat had passed, Blake and her mother were going to remain behind there for a little bit longer until they could square away everything and make sure no loyal flunkie on Jacques Schnee’s payroll holding a grudge might come for them.

The diner was pretty packed by the time they made it there, Teresa Brewer blaring out of the jukebox and a couple of kids cutting a rug. How fitting, given Weiss’s attire. Luckily, Blake and Ilia had managed to snag a booth in the corner since they were so much closer on this occasion than the two calling from an out-of-town motel were.

“Hmm,” Blake purred with a playful little smile as Yang dropped into the seat across from them. Ilia only waved meekly.

“Hmm? Hmm what, Belladonna?”

The raven-haired girl looked down into her cola as she stirred it with her straw. “You look different today. That's all. Like you two had a big night.”

Weiss could have predicted Yang wouldn’t know what to say about that, and she was right. Her tough-as-nails girlfriend looked like a blushing bride the morning after the wedding - which was close enough to what happened that it might as well have been true. The reaction actually startled Blake enough that she stopped almost-smirking, amber eyes wide.

“Wait, I was kind of teasing, but now you have to spill the beans! Did you guys try something new?”

Ilia looked between them, mystified. “What? What happened?”

“Let’s just say,” Weiss began in a haughty tone, coming to the rescue, “that I made Yang feel really good last night. And I’ll thank you to leave her alone about it.”

“Cheeeeeee,” Blake breathed, still stunned as she watched Yang clearing her throat, tugging at the collar of her shirt, not meeting anyone’s eyes. “If you can do that to The Dragon, maybe I should be chasing you into bed a little sooner than I planned.”

“As if you haven’t had plenty of your own fun last night,” Weiss teased back. “Present company included.”

“Nothing like that happened. So you can cut that out.” Ilia frowned a little, but didn’t make a big deal of Blake’s reaction beyond that. “And you can also stop trying to push us together like a couple of bookends with no books, you know.”

“Hey! I am not doing that, you take that back!”

“If the Ruby Slipper fits, Dorothy…”

Before Weiss could bluster a response, Ilia spoke up in a gentle tone, “Actually… last night was great. Blake just walked me to my room and gave me a kiss on the cheek. It felt like a nice end to a nice homecoming. Kind of… magical, I guess.”

Weiss and Yang cooed “AWWWW!!!” so loudly that a few of the other diner patrons looked around, and then burst into laughter at the way Blake folded her arms over her chest and sighed. But her cheeks were a tiny bit pink; not the full rosy explosion of Yang’s, but there were emotions being suppressed.

“So cuuuuute!” Yang teased.

“You two need to take a long walk off a short pier,” she finally grunted.

“Honestly, that’s really wonderful,” Weiss told them to cut off any further ribbing between the almost-siblings. “I’m glad. Just don’t forget the little people, like me, who helped you get there.”

Ilia’s gasp was actually offended. “Of course not! I mean, I still want another dance. And I can tell you Blake still wants another of everything else.”

“Yeah,” Blake laughed, who had seen Weiss’s humour for what it was and clearly had no concerns. “I’ll have a whole heap of whatever you did for Yang last night.”

However, the Princess turned to smile at Yang, a private, warm smile. “Hmm… perhaps. But I think we’ll save that one just for us. How do you feel about that?”

“Eh. Your call; Blake’s your ‘special friend’.” But despite her feigned indifference, it was obvious Yang was privately incredibly pleased that her girlfriend had offered to devote that activity to them and only them. Weiss squeezed her hand under the table to show that she noticed, and that they were on the same wavelength.

“Is that how we’re using those words? You’re my girlfriend, Blake’s my ‘special friend’?”

Giggling into her cola as the waitress finally arrived, Blake said, “There are worse things to be called, I guess.”

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   From there, they ordered and ate and chatted. No matter how frequently they goaded the two, Blake and Ilia only reaffirmed that their evening had been quite family-friendly; a little hand-holding, and that chaste goodnight kiss, but it was mostly like two friends starting to get familiar with each other. Weiss thought that was actually probably for the best. Sometimes, she privately wished she and Yang had the chance to hang out and discover what kind of friends they were before she was whisked off to bars on a motorcycle and kissed in abandoned train depots - but on the other hand, it had all been so exciting and life-changing! And given the end result, she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

They were still laughing at some dirty joke Yang told - one that Ilia didn’t quite get but politely chuckled at anyway - as they spilled out of the diner an hour later. Blake cuffed her around the shoulder, and Yang caught her in a playful chokehold with one arm as they moved to their bikes.

“Your mind is absolutely filthy,” Weiss was chuckling. “But I guess I love it, anyway.”

“You guess?!” Then she looked down at her motorcycle. “Ugh… speaking of filthy, look at this thing. Damn highway out to that motel.”

“So wash it,” Weiss laughed. “I’ll help.”

However, that scheming look had already crept into her violet eyes as she stroked her chin. “You know… I don’t think so. Seems like somebody owes me the pleasure.”

“Owes you what?” But the minute Blake finished speaking, her eyes rolled upward. “Ugh. No. No, you’re not actually holding me to that bet, you clod!”

“I am. In fact… you never offered, so now I think you gotta sweeten the deal.” Her eyes were sparkling with that old malevolence yet again when she added, “And I know exactly how. Weiss, you wanted to help her, didn’t you? I think that sounds real neato.”

All Weiss replied with was, “Oh really?” She was only half-listening, thinking about how cute Ilia was while hugging Blake from behind. Whatever it was couldn’t be that bad.

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   A couple of hours later, Weiss was regretting her indifference.

“In what way is this part of the bet?” Blake was grumbling.

“Come on,” Yang coaxed gently in a cloying voice as she kicked back in the olive green lawn chair, sunglasses in place. “Wearing towels wasn’t part of the deal.”

Weiss had both hands on her hips - over said towel. “And what was this ‘deal’ exactly? Refresh my memory.”

“You two give me a little show and I let Blake off with just cleaning my bike one time instead of for a month. And c’mon, it’ll be fun! Just get all… wet and wild, start splishin’-and-a-splashin’!”

Though her companion looked no more thrilled about it than she did, she was equally resigned. “Alright, fine. Let’s get this over with.”

Blake’s towel fell to the grass, revealing an itsy-bitsy, teenie-weenie, yellow polka dot bikini. Weiss did the same, her own red and a solid tone but no more conservative. She was at least thankful that it was in the back yard rather than the front; having the entire neighbourhood see her so scantily clad outside of an actual beach would have mortified her beyond belief - and even then, she had always worn a one piece bathing suit. At least Ilia had decided she would go home – once Blake made it clear the last thing she wanted was yet another spectator.

“You are a PIG, Xiao Long!” she snapped out of nowhere, her entire face and neck red. Blake wasn’t nearly as flustered, but she was trying to focus on getting the soap and bucket, carrying them to the faucet on the back of her mother’s house.

“Yeah, but a pig with a view.” She had even put a second lawn chair down to prop up her feet.

So they got to work. Really, neither of them minded too much, other than how annoying the labour was; Yang was a demanding taskmaster, ordering them not to scratch the paint job, to pay closer attention to scrubbing certain areas. By the time they really got going, it was quite warm work, and Weiss found herself glad of the bikini after all.

“The stupid thing is, I’m kind of flattered,” Blake whispered as they were washing the other side of the bike, away from their audience. “I know Yang is teasing us, but, well… at least once she wanted to see my body. Pretty pathetic, isn’t it?”

Weiss let her barely-covered hip shift over and bump Blake’s. “Hey, it’s a great body. And maybe it’s a little pathetic, but I understand. It’s hard to have a crush and try to just make it ‘go away’.”

“But I’m happy right now. Really! You’re my ‘special friend’, and this new, um, courtship with Ilia… or whatever it is. It’s pathetic to still hang onto an old crush. But I guess it’ll just take time to pass.”

“Exactly. You’ll get there.”

However, now Weiss had a fun little idea. Stupid, and liable to get her sucker punched, but fun. Once done on that side, they turned around and worked to get the last bit of the back while Yang was calling out more lewd comments, laughing all the while. Weiss started laughing with her. At first, Blake just rolled her eyes at both of them, but when it kept up she was understandably a little confused.

“SHAKE THAT CABOOSE!” Yang cackled. Weiss was starting to worry she was suffering from sunstroke – or had snuck something from Raven’s liquor cabinet.

“Alright,” Weiss laughed. “You finish up this while I hook up the hose, alright?”

“Sure,” Blake sighed, doing exactly that. As she ground the soapy sponge against the back of the Harley, Weiss trotted over and screwed the hosepipe’s connector into the faucet, then quickly dashed back to the nozzle before anyone could figure out what was up.

Then she took aim and fired. “AAAAH!” Blake burst out as the water doused both bike and washer, dropping the sponge in shock. “Weiss!”

Seconds later, she looked like a wet cat, hair pasted across her face and neck and shoulders. Not much better could be said for the polka dots. By the time Weiss turned off the stream, she was soaked to the bone, shivering in the mid-Autumn air with her arms around her middle and glaring at her through the curtain of hair.

It was Yang who spoke first. “Well… didn’t see that coming.”

“You give me that, Schnee,” Blake growled, taking a step forward. Weiss took a step back. “Are- seriously? You just hosed me down, and you’re running away?!”

“Listen! We can discuss this! NO!”

So around and around the bike they ran, fighting over the hose. Weiss kept trying to nip it upward so it didn’t actually wrap around the handlebars - which was her undoing, because she wound up faceplanting into the damp grass, getting the tiniest bit of mud on her front.

“AH!” she giggled, and by then Blake was doing the same - mostly because she had the hose aimed at Weiss now. Yang was joining them from the sidelines. “Nooo, you monster!”

“Surrender! Go on, say ‘uncle’!”

But Weiss couldn’t say anything with the water making her gargle constantly. When she started hacking and coughing, Blake finally did turn off the hose and helped her up to pound on her back. “You’re okay. Come on, breathe.”

“I’m fine!” she finally grunted, wiping mud and water from her face. “Ugh… okay, okay, that was… maybe not my best plan of all time. And now we're both all muddy.”

“Yeah, we are. We can shower inside; Mom didn't pack the soap or anything, it’s still there.”

Weiss smirked. “We could. Or…”

“Or?” But when Weiss picked up the bucket and pulled one of the sponges out, Blake's eyes narrowed. “Don't make me turn this hose on you agai- oh!”

The gentle slap of soap across their stomach silenced her well enough. After giving her a moment to get used to it, Weiss began to massage in a gentle circle, easily washing away the negligible dirt. Blake still looked the tiniest bit surly, but she wasn't all that upset now that she knew her special friend wasn't going to do anything worse.

“What are you doing?!” she finally hissed under her breath as Weiss moved down to her thighs.

“Getting the mud. Or did you already forget?”

“Ha, ha. Very funny. Now… n-now cut that out.” She couldn’t help the vibration that crept into her voice when Weiss was caressing her thigh, and the way her eyes fluttered closed was very telling.

From the lawn chairs came a hearty, “OooooOOOOoh, I could get used to this!” That only made Blake surlier.

“Just relax,” she whispered as she moved around to her back - which definitely didn’t need soaping.

“But what are you trying to do? I mean, I’m really not comfortable doing this in front of Yang…”

“Come on, think about it. This might be your best chance to show her how sexy you can be. I know you are already, but Yang doesn’t see you as a woman; just a sister, or something. Maybe this can help open her eyes a little.”

Glancing over at the blonde, who was still just laughing at what she perceived as a silly game they were playing, Blake hissed urgently, “But I’m fine with that! Really! It’s great being her sister and best friend, and I’ve put the other stuff in the past. Can’t we just leave it alone?”

“Have you really, though?”

“Yes.” But the washing was clearly getting to her. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because…” Well, because it was kind of thrilling. But that wasn’t the main reason, and certainly not the one she was going to tell Blake. Might as well go with the truth. “Because I think just once, we should try. If Yang still doesn’t think you’re her kinda gal, then we know we tried, and… and we can really put it to rest. But if you want me to stop, I will. It was just an idea.”

And to make sure Blake saw she was serious, she stepped back and lowered the sponge. Yang lowered her legs from the other lawn chair, concerned with how serious the other two looked now.

“Don’t stop now! She’s going to figure out something’s up!” Immediately, Weiss started washing again, but just on her side; the bare minimum. “Just wash me off and hose me down again and get this over with.”

“Okay. Um… okay.”

When Weiss kept washing in silence, Blake finally sighed and pet over her head when she stood up after finishing off her legs. “Sorry. I’m sorry for getting snippy, but you really went too far.”

“I know I did - I just… I think Yang could like you that way if she could see y-”

“I don’t want her to anymore.” Weiss blinked in surprise as she shrugged and looked away. “Well… okay, I do, but at the same time I think it could mess things up between us the way they are between me and my mom. So… since Yang already seems so sure that I’m ‘just her sister’, maybe that’s for the best.”

Biting her lip, Weiss stopped to hug her tightly, caressing over her back with the sponge. “I got it. You might be right, you might be wrong. But either way, what you want is more important than what I think, so I won’t try this again. I promise.”

“What the hell are you two doing?”

Both of them jumped when they realised Yang’s voice was right next to them, instead of halfway across the lawn. She had ditched her leather jacket at some point, and her biceps bulged very slightly under her shirt sleeves. Weiss sheepishly yelped, “Nothing!”

“Nothing, huh?” Her eyes narrowed, sweeping between Blake and Weiss. “Doesn’t feel like nothing. But fine, fine, keep your damn secrets.”

“It’s nothing,” Blake insisted with a small smile. “She was just being a germ, we had to kind of talk about it, and now… all’s well that ends well. Honest.”

For a minute, it really seemed like Yang was going to argue with them or insist that she be told what was going on. Then she snatched up the hose from the ground and turned it on both of them.

“AAAAAHHH!”

“Get your free showers here, ladies!” she cackled, grin huge while they skipped back and forth, alternately trying to flee from the spray and to run toward Yang to stop it at the source. “What’s the matter? Hey, don’t run away - I just wanna help get you all clean!”

But around the time they had finally been rinsed clean, both of them running after Yang to catch her and smother her with affection - and soak through her clothes - they heard another voice across the lawn shouting, “WHAT are you girls DOING?!”

Of course it belonged to Kali Belladonna. She was dressed in a smart olive green dress with matching pumps, hands on her hips and handbag dangling from her wrist as she watched them frolick. Embarrassed, Weiss came to a skidding halt - and Blake crashed into her, Yang crashing into both of them and sending them to the muddy grass immediately.

“Girls!” Walking carefully over to them, she bent slightly to inspect them as she laughed, “Good God, I don’t know what’s got into you.”

“Nothing, Mom,” Blake laughed as she squirmed under Yang’s weight. Which she certainly didn’t seem to be trying to shift off of herself very fast. Weiss decided to be kind enough to refrain from mentioning she had noticed. “But what are you doing here? I mean, we just came to wash Yang’s bike.”

“Yes, I see that,” she snorted. “Great job staying on task.”

Finally getting up, Yang grunted, “You moving back, Mrs. B?”

“Not yet. However… there is something else that requires your attention, Weiss. I thought I would let you know immediately, even if nothing can be done about it until tomorrow afternoon.”

“What’s happening tomorrow?” she asked Kali as they finally righted themselves. She tried to focus on that instead of the raised eyebrow from Blake’s mother at their attire.

“Only your entire future.”

[forkanna]

WARNING: so very (in)zesty and NSFW.

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CHAPTER TWELVE

The year was certainly interesting. At least, the next several months of 2016 proved to be a fascinating experiment.

Having been assured by Doc Pabbie that the new Mr. Fusion unit could handle the toll, Elsa skipped over a week in late October. This time, she said she was just going to go from Monday to Sunday with no stops between, as another small test – to get a feel for what it would be like. And it made no real difference to the rest of the world. She had called in from work — though they were starting to get worried about her taking off even more time — and Kristoff covered for her absence with the family. No ill effects. It wasn't going to be the same as skipping over entire months at a time, as they intended to do in the future, but it was successful.

Meanwhile, Anna and Punz were getting used to life at college, so she didn't even have time to do much in the way of worrying about her mother's misadventures. Classes were hard, dorm life was strange, and trying to find new band members took up a lot of her leftover free time.

That didn't mean Elsa wouldn't pop in once in a while. Sometimes when she least expected.

The Halloween party was a standard fraternity-sorority bash. Anna couldn't remember the names, but it didn't really matter, either. She had seen enough Veronica Mars to know to watch her alcohol, and never accept a drink from anyone else besides her girlfriend. She was actually enjoying herself; everyone was dressed up – or in various states of undress, since it was college – and it really was just a great excuse to let off some steam before the weeks leading up to finals.

At least, that had been Anna's plan. A little steaminess had certainly been anticipated for later that evening, but when her gaze fell to a newcomer, the eyes of everyone else at the party following suit, she realised she had grossly underestimated how hot a tantalising body could be, and how much she yearned for that contact.

"Holy… ffffuuuckballs."

And Anna wasn't the only one looking. Elsa looked another ten years younger, the crow's feet gone and her skin brighter than it had been in a while. Not only that, but the way she was filling out that slutty black dress, she also had the 'older woman' allure of a supermodel-level 27-year-old that made all the college boys drop their jaws - and want to drop their pants.

Girl-loving-girls were no exception. Anna was frozen in place as Elsa approached with a small smile in place, squeezing between throngs of college students to show off her costume. Of course, that only made things ten times worse for Anna as all the blood left her head and she began thanking the heavens that the toga she was wearing meant that she had a bra on. At least she would be slightly less conspicuous.

Suddenly, she felt Punz lean up to kiss her cheek. "I'll leave you two alone," she murmured. Anna swallowed thickly and gave a mute nod. Though to be truly alone, they would have to go back to the dorm room…

"Who's the hot teacher?" one of the guys whispered to his friends. There were a lot of shrugs. "Maybe she's a TA…"

"Can't believe a teacher would dress up as Elvira. I mean, the chesticles!"

"Who?"

"You know, Elvira? Mistress of the Dark?" When none of his friends answered, he sighed and grunted, "Philistines…"

Anna's knowledge was a little closer to the Philistines. However, she recognised the costume vaguely, from something on TV at some point. As much as she had absorbed random 80s trivia, she had come across Elvira at some point, she was sure.

Elsa looked the part to a 'T'. Voluptuous figure poured into a tight-fitting dress, ample cleavage on display for the entire party. As she walked, the slit up the side swung to reveal a shapely leg, shrouded in a fishnet stocking. Matching black heels clicked across the hardwood floors until she reached the hallway runner, softening the sound. The big-hair black wig definitely helped to cover her usual blondeness – and the pale makeup highlighting her cheekbones and rimming her eyes with darkness, paired with those ruby-red lips, made her such a graveyard knockout that Anna knew no one would ever think they were related. She didn't even bother trying to shush the boys; anybody would have reacted that way.

Anybody.

"Who are you supposed to be?" Elsa asked Anna mildly, voice purring and as sensual as her outfit.

"Uhh… I, uh… me…" Clearing her throat, she managed, "S-Sophitia. It's from a video game. I'm… so Elvira, huh?"

Smiling softly, Elsa reached up and glided a hand over Anna's blonde wig. "Didn't realise you'd be wearing this or I might have picked a different costume. We could both be blondes for a day."

"Then people would definitely be saying we were sisters," Anna whispered in a quiet voice. "I'm surprised they aren't saying it now; you look so… so good."

The world seemed to narrow until it was just the two of them. Anna didn't want to break the spell by looking away, or moving; she wanted to stand there with Elsa forever because she had no idea when she might next see her.

Elsa had other plans. Leaning forward a touch – pushing her breasts forward and biting her lip, just enough to be far more enticing than it should be – she murmured, "What's a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?"

Anna's shaking hand held up her own Solo cup, and Elsa drank from it – leaving a lipstick mark that had Anna's blood pounding in her ears. This was too hot. Were they on the surface of the sun? She smiled awkwardly, and her mother's grin had just enough of a wolfish quality to it that she felt her knees go weak.

"So… do you wanna get out of here?"

Immediately, the toga-clad idiot felt her mouth run dry and found herself unable to answer. She glanced around for Punz, but her girlfriend was nowhere to be seen. It made her a little sad in the back of her mind; Punz shouldn't have to feel like she needed to disappear.

But she would worry about her later. Trying to swallow and failing miserably, Anna nodded. She had no idea where Elsa was going to take her, but that was okay. After all, she never felt safer than when she was with her mother.

                                                ~ o ~

Contrary to her expectations and as far away from her hopes as one could get, Elsa did not take Anna back to the dorm. And perhaps that would have been a little much, but Anna couldn't pretend that she didn't think of Elsa most of the time whenever she cranked one out. So it would have been nice to have it really happen for once.

Not when she was with Punz, though. Never with Punz. As any Ghostbusters fan knew, you just don't cross the streams.

Instead, Elsa led her out of the party, making a detour that was only just enough out of the way to grab Punz, who had been loitering in the kitchen, and led them all into the cool evening air together. Anna tried very hard not to look at how Elsa's well-displayed tits reacted to that.

"So who is Jennifer supposed to be? A Catholic schoolgirl version of Xena?"

Dipping her head slightly at being paid attention to, she whispered, "I'm Cassandra. From 'Soul Calibur III'? Specifically that one because her costume in IV was a little too revealing for me…" Then she caught herself and hurriedly added, "N-not that there's anything wrong with a revealing costume! Of course! I just, um, it's not for me."

Elsa had been nodding along as they walked through the campus, and then chuckled at her blustering. "Of course." Then her eyebrows perked up. "Oh, are you two from the same game?"

"Yeah," Anna said with a huge smile. "I mean, I don't remember the characters all that well but it's a fun game. Punz is the expert."

"O-oh, I wouldn't say 'expert'! Just liked the characters, and I can Google to look up what they look like for cosplay purposes."

"Nerd," she said affectionately.

"Well, you both look wonderful," Elsa told them in no uncertain terms. Still sounding like a mom, despite her more youthful appearance. "Not that I have any previous knowledge of who they are. But… well, I can't help noticing something."

"What?" Punz asked, face serious as if they were about to get into some kind of costuming discussion.

"Did you purposefully put your girlfriend in the sexier outfit, or did you just think she suited the character?"

The serious face turned into a slight blush. "U-um… well, a little of both? I thought Anna would look great in it, and… between the two of us, she's the more courageous, more determined. I guess."

'Elvira's' hand drifted up to cup the girl's cheek, and she blushed even redder. "It's sweet. And I guess if that's who this toga-wearing exhibitionist is, then that's our Anna."

"Exhibitionist?!" Anna burst out. "Hey, I'm covered! I mean… not very well, okay, but there's nothing showing! And we have cool swords and shields!"

Withdrawing her hand, Elsa stopped her teasing. There was still a grin on her face, though, and her eyes trailed appreciatively over Anna's outfit once more. Anna couldn't help doing the same. She still hadn't fully experienced this new Elsa yet, and she was more than aware of that fact.

"So, what are we doing?" she asked instead, trying to distract herself. Feeling Punz's hand slide into hers as they walked, she allowed herself to take Elsa's on the other side. From a distance, they probably just looked like three sorority girls heading to – or from – a party. Elsa hummed thoughtfully a moment.

"I thought I could just spend the night hanging with the two of you. See how that goes? Unless, of course, you don't want me to." There was an easy smile on her face that showed only the tiniest hint of hesitance. To be fair, it was rather odd, showing up unannounced like this. However, Elsa certainly looked at ease enough to suggest that she believed they wouldn't "not want her".

She was right.

"How about ice cream?" Anna asked. "My treat?"

"Oh no, you don't," Elsa argued. "I dragged you away from the party. If there's any treating going around, I'll be doing it."

"Ooh, is that so?" The purred words surprised even Anna, and her eyes widened the same moment a choked cough came from next to her. Punz looked absolutely mortified, and her hand was covering her mouth in a valiant attempt to hold back any other noises.

Now Anna felt bad. She shouldn't have said that. The words had burst from her lips faster than she could stop them, and the innuendo hadn't been missed by anyone. Just because Punz knew of – and accepted, to a degree – Anna's relationship with Elsa, it didn't mean she wanted it shoved in her face. And why would she? She was Anna's girlfriend; Elsa was Anna's mother.

Letting out a small cough, Anna looked to the ground, embarrassed. "Sorry," she mumbled, quiet but heartfelt. Elsa remained silent, though even she seemed somewhat chastened.

"No, no! It's fine," Punz said hurriedly. "It wasn't- I just choked on something. I don't-" Taking a breath, she shut her eyes for a moment as she gathered herself. "I'm good, you're good, and Mrs- Elvira is good. Everything is hunky dory."

There was an honest smile on her face, and Anna squeezed her hand in a small show of thanks. Then she turned to Elsa.

"Ice cream sounds great. Maybe we can share one of those huge sundaes!"

"I'd like that," Elsa said with a small smile. Her cheeks were still a little warm, but luckily the makeup mostly covered that. "And I am sorry for interrupting; you didn't have to blow the party off for me."

Shrugging easily, Anna said, "It's okay. I was just thinking about leaving, anyway."

"Really?" Elsa asked in a dubious tone.

"Honest! Like, it's fun for a while, but we already took a few pics and, um, had to turn down like fifty drinks from guys who think they stood a chance. After a while, that gets old."

Finally, Punz sighed and seemed to be able to let go of her discomfort around this situation. "Yeah, it does. You know that 'throw the drink in the face' thing that only happens in movies? I finally had to act it out after like, the first dozen dudebros."

Elsa snorted a little and repeated "dudebros" under her breath. Anna had to smile; for a woman pushing fifty, she did stay pretty contemporary, but was still fascinated by small things from modern culture like that.

"In that case, I'm glad I could rescue you two. Do you mind if… I get a picture of the three of us?"

Shrugging, Anna glanced at Punz and they both nodded; that seemed harmless enough. So they all waited while she set the timer and propped the phone up on the base of a statue on the campus quad. Firstly, they did one with Anna in the middle, that seeming natural due to her being their mutual interest. With Elsa being the tallest, the next one was with her in the middle with the other two popping their feet and leaning in against her like some old pinup from the World War II era. About halfway through the picture-taking, Punz seemed to realise how close she was to Elsa and began to blush, which was just enough to show up in the picture.

"Oh wow, erase that one," she lamented, hiding her face. "I look like a tomato!"

"It's cute," Anna countered. "And other than that it turned out perfect; I don't think we could get it that good again."

"Agreed; it's very sweet. I'll treasure it always." Again, Elsa patted Jennifer, but this time on the shoulder. If Anna had to guess, she thought her mother was beginning to notice just how uncomfortable she was with any contact between them, and was trying to dial it back.

So they went to have ice-cream and Elsa did pay – though Anna refrained from commenting on it further than a simple, "Thank you." Punz echoed her words, obviously genuine but still a touch… nervous? Embarrassed? Anna wasn't sure and she didn't want to ask, either. She did make an effort to rein it in, though. Punz seemed to appreciate it.

By the time they'd finished their ice creams and were making their way through the campus, the Autumn night was beginning to turn cooler. Parties were still raging, and momentarily Anna wished that Elsa hadn't shown up. For just a moment, she wished she could just be a regular college student who gets drunk at a Halloween party with her girlfriend. But just for a moment – because she didn't truly want that. There were thousands of normal people and thousands of normal days and she didn't want that anymore. She just wanted a life with Punz and Elsa.

So it was on their way back to the dorms when Punz again offered to make herself scarce. This time, she simply said, "I'm going to go crash with that foreign exchange student, Kida something? She offered if it was too rowdy elsewhere."

"You don't have to do that," Anna said with a put-out expression, but this time Punz was a little more insistent. She just kissed her cheek and smiled. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah. You two can have the room tonight and I'll see you tomorrow. And the day after that, and the day after that…" Waving over her shoulder, she moved off toward the party. Apparently, she was planning on enjoying it a little longer, but wanted to give Anna her time with Elsa now.

Which Elsa seemed a little surprised by, but didn't say anything about it as they made their way upstairs. The party had spilled into the hallways, so they had to weave around mummies and zombies and superheroes until they got to Anna's door.

"Haven't been in here since you got set up," she breathed quietly with a small smile, looking around at the Pat Benatar poster and the wallscroll from some anime that probably belonged to Jennifer.

"It's a room, I guess." Scratching her ear, she bumped the door shut behind them. "Um… so how's stuff? I haven't talked to you since the semester started."

"Well, it's been pretty straightforward for me; I have been working, and then I took that week off, and… well, I'm sure you can tell I had another procedure done. And if your reaction to me walking in was any indication, it was time and money well spent."

Anna bit her lip and giggled a little, and Elsa smiled. But she wasn't pushing, wasn't advancing further. Simply standing in the room and looking around, her hourglass figure filling out that dress in a way that made her stomach tingle. Her palms itched to reach out and grab handfuls of everything she could find, but she forced herself to take this slow. To just enjoy her mother coming back to visit.

But… she didn't want that. She wanted Elsa, not her mom. It was only made worse because she was absolutely expecting to get some tonight – the plan had just changed a little. Then again, if Elsa had come here purely to show off the results of the procedure and spend time with her daughter, then Anna was happy to do that, too. As consolation prizes went, it wasn't a bad one at all.

"Yeah, it's different, right?" Brushing her bangs across her forehead, she took a step forward and past Elsa towards the bed. "We had to do some redecorating after I accidentally spilled nacho cheese on literally everything. I let Punz pick the—"

She was cut off by a deafening click, and swivelling on the spot, Anna's eyes aligned to the door where she had been standing just before. Except now, Elsa was there, leaning against the wood with one hand on the lock and the other slung across her body.

"—the colours…"

"She does have good taste," Elsa said, a wicked little smile reaching her eyes and sticking to her lips. "Pity about the cheese, though. Did it burn you?"

Anna couldn't respond for a moment. What could she say? Elsa's words didn't match her actions, and Anna-the-daughter was at war with Anna-the-horny-college-student. Finally she settled on a very underwhelming, "Huh?"

"Oh, you know," Elsa said, stepping forward. "Did it make you… dirty?"

A slow blush spread across her cheeks, though it was still a lot faster than she wished it was. "I'm… uhh, are you trying to ask if I need a bath? Do I smell or something?"

"Maybe I'm out of practice," Elsa admitted with a quiet chuckle. Then she paced forward and slid her hands up and over Anna's shoulders, around to gently rest on the back of her neck. "I was trying to gently encourage you to sleep with me. Did I do it wrong?"

The blush only got worse.

"Goodness," Elsa chuckled, playing with the fine ginger hairs peeking out from beneath the blonde wig of her costume. "I seem to have flustered… what was her name? Sophia?"

"Sophitia." Her lips felt numb, her pulse racing. It wasn't her mother – or even Elsa. This was almost like being propositioned by some total stranger, a raven-haired fox that looked old enough to be a very young teacher. Much though she hated to admit it, she had gone from zero to "hopelessly aroused" in the minute or so since Elsa had locked the door.

Why did Elsa seem to do this to her so easily? Even when she was her own age, all she had to do was look at her the right way and she dissolved into need. Here and now, her mother leaned forward a little more to whisper, "Are you alright?" and Anna barely heard her, she was so taken with the gorgeous, elegant woman.

"Wha…? I'm f-fine. I'm…" Her eyes focused on Elsa's lips. So red, so full… she had to kiss them.

And then she was. Her mother's cheesy pick-up line was forgotten as Anna melted into Elsa. She tasted like lipstick and heaven, and as the noise from the party raged around them, Anna had no desire to bite back her moans. She began kissing harder – hard enough to push Elsa back towards the locked door. They struck it with a thump, but though Elsa gave a soft "Oof," she didn't let their lips part for longer than a second.

"Fuck, I need you," Anna growled as she moved to divest Elsa from her dress. The wig came off first, falling to the ground and letting Elsa's hair fall down with it. Whether it was due to the words or the actions, Anna wasn't sure, but it made very little difference as Elsa gasped and writhed against her.

"Picking up- ngh- bad habits…" Elsa groaned out. "Foul language…"

Anna smirked against her skin. "Just for you." Her hands slipped inside the open chest of the dress. "Just for you, my Elsa."

Her mother's back arched as she felt the hands find her peaks beneath the material, with little effort or opposition. Elsa was ready to be touched, and Anna was ready to touch her. She couldn't believe they were finally taking this step; not their first encounter, but the most honest and open one since 1985.

"Yes," was all she could think to breathe as she listened to Elsa moaning, as she moved down to nip at the skin. Little by little, she teased the plunging neckline open until her mouth could press to the nipple itself, enveloping it so easily and drawing it in.

And it unmade Elsa. Her hands fell to Anna's shoulders, gripping for a moment as if to push her away before pulling her forward. A heart at war with itself was beating fast behind the soft mounds that she played with. She had been dying to have this for almost a year now, and she would be damned if anything stopped her.

"Tori…" Seemed her mother still needed that much. But she wasn't going to begrudge her. Or at least, she was going to change things up a little.

"Who? My name is Sophitia, Elvira."

A half-breathless laugh blasted from her throat, and Anna's stomach fluttered with joy. "Oh, that's the game, is it? Alright… I can handle that. Sophitia."

"Mmm… Elvira…" And maybe Anna dragged out the first syllable a touch longer than she would have otherwise, but its similarity to her mother's name sent a delightful chill down her spine, clashing against the heat at her navel.

Manouevering her leg a tad, Anna slipped it between Elsa's, pressing deep at the same moment she resumed her attack on the nipples standing proud against Elsa's flesh. God, this was it. Sort of. It was the first time that Anna could fully appreciate the way Elsa looked when she was being pulled apart piece by piece; the pleasure working into every crevice of her being. She was more beautiful than Anna could ever have imagined, and suddenly the only thing she wanted was to see Elsa come. She wanted Elsa to fall apart beneath her fingertips, pressed against a dorm room door while a party raged outside.

And despite initiating it this time, Anna still wanted Elsa to say her name. To not be afraid to say it. But that would come with time, and the whole idea was pushed from her mind because there were far more fun things to focus on.

"Ah! Oh… oh, Sophitia!"

It took that little to melt away concerns and refocus on making this ethereal creature writhe with ecstasy. If she could. She had before, on rare occasions – and she aimed to do the same this time.

"Do you know how much I love these?" she taunted Elsa as she laved her soft peaks, feeling the rigid centers pressing back against her tongue.

"Bet you say that to all the girls," Elsa whispered softly, amusement dancing in her eyes. "You… mmhh… you flirt."

Her head shook before she leaned in and wrapped her lips close around one, suckling for a moment and eliciting a louder moan. "Just you."

For just a moment, the thin veil between their play and reality parted when Elsa whispered softly, "You always have."

Anna hesitated, eyes flicking up to her mother's and seeing the shared feeling. That they were breaking natural laws, doing things that should not be done. Something they spent so much time avoiding thinking about, not to confront the darker things and focus on the light. But this time, Elsa seemed almost determined to rustle that veil and show Anna that she wasn't a woman deluded. She simply wanted to keep the darkness concealed because the light was a lot more important to her.

"And I still do," Anna affirmed, kissing one to make sure Elsa was still alright with this. All she got in return was a soft sigh of pleasure, so she returned her tongue to the surface, swirling around the firm, pinkened nub.

She could have kept it up all day if not for her urge to go further. To explore. And now that Elsa was giving her permission – encouraging her… Anna was done waiting. She wanted Elsa, wanted to taste her and experience her. Make up for the time that they lost and prepare her for the time they had left.

So, Anna began sinking to her knees, the dress sliding off Elsa's shoulders to leave her completely bare. Thank God they were on the third floor – and thank God Elsa was braced against the wall, because though Anna never paused, when her mouth ran over the apex of Elsa's thighs, breathing hot and wet and obscenely into the space between them, she did shudder. Her knees buckled for just a moment as she fought to control herself.

Anna didn't let it break her rhythm. With one hand running up and down Elsa's calf, she used it to lift her leg. Elsa groaned when Anna kissed the top of her foot, just above where that shining black heel began, and she wasn't exactly sure what caused the sound. Was it the tender touch, or… something more? This was a curious thing, and not something Anna would ever have expected her mother to be interested in. Before her little foray into the past, Anna had never thought of her mother as a sexual being – despite having three children as evidence to the contrary. If the thought ever had crossed her mind, it was in the abstract 'parents do things and make babies and it's absolutely not about fun'.

Oh, how wrong she had been. And watching Elsa's eyes close, head tilted back as a long, low moan escaped her throat, Anna realised that she had been both wrong and also very, very stupid.

So the higher her lips went, and the more Elsa let out little moans of desire as she explored her calf, her knee, the more she finally had to completely let go of that idea of who her mother could have been. Was, in her memory, but had never existed in this version of history. This was Elsa McFly now and who she would be forevermore.

"God, you really are beautiful," Anna sighed against her thigh, hands trailing up and down the outsides of both, down to knees and up to hips and resting there a moment.

"Money well spent, then. If you like me this much."

"Not the money. Not your 'improvements' to this body. Just… you." Anna wanted her to know that. Even if she had never gone into the future and made her physical form younger, her love wouldn't change. All this changed was the openness with which they could be together in public. Hopefully.

At last, she was going down on Elsa again. For a few seconds. Then Elsa slid against the wall to one side, unable to remain standing, and Anna picked her up and carried her to the bed. Her legs windmilled and one of her black heels rocketed across the room to thump against the closet door, and they both laughed as they fell atop the sheets. Then arms were encircling bodies, lips finding lips. Legs tangling in sheets. Hearts dancing together.

Eventually, Anna found it quite natural to lift Elsa's leg up and slide her own thighs between. This was something she had tried with Jennifer and thought it could come in handy now; a few tries had made it a lot more pleasurable once they figured out exactly how to fit together so that it wasn't just an awkward idea. Expertise that she hoped to give to her mother.

"O-ohhhh," Elsa sighed when their wet petals began to grind against each other. "That's… that's new! I didn't think scissoring was a… a real thing!"

Giggling breathlessly, Anna wrapped her arms around Elsa's leg as she shifted her hips up and down. "It's for special occasions. And… y-yeah, not as easy as it looks, but… if you can do it just… r-right…"

There were a few solid seconds that were filled only with gasps and choked cries, their flesh slipping against each other's. Anna closed her eyes and focused on the movements, her actions becoming less and less controlled the closer she spiralled to her orgasm. Elsa was beautifully unhelpful – this was one aspect of sex that Anna was actually better than her in, and that thought only brought Anna closer to the edge. She liked being in control.

But that control also meant that she wanted to watch – witness Elsa come undone beneath her. A treat she had never been allowed to see before. So she opened her eyes, only somewhat disappointed to realise Elsa's had slipped shut.

Maybe she should change that.

"L-look at me, Els- Elvira," Anna murmured. Her voice was breathless, but gentle; strained, with a hint of the need that seemed so clear in every other aspect of her body. When Elsa didn't react, she tried again. "Look… look at me. Please."

This time, her voice was much stronger. Her fingernails dug in a little harder against Elsa's thighs when finally – finally they made eye contact.

"A-Anna…" she just barely managed to breathe, a slight flash of surprise in her features from the mild pain. But it was obviously not unwelcome, if her reaction were any indication. Belatedly, she let out a soft moan before amending, "I mean… Sophitia…"

But Anna felt a sense of triumph. She had finally got her mother to say her actual given name while they were together in this way. She wanted to push more, to call her "Elsa" – or "Mom". Demand she keep calling her by her name, at least. However, this was already a lot for her mother to have gotten past, so she didn't try.

"Elvira, I w-want you to come for me," she told her in no uncertain terms. Not that she wanted this moment to be over, but Elsa's pleasure came first. In fact, it was the only thing that mattered. "I wanna hear it. W-wanna feel it!"

Nodding, her mother grabbed onto the nearest leg to her front from the angle at which they were interlocked and hugged it to herself, sighing and rolling her hips in time with Anna's. She did the same, folding the other leg back to kneel slightly, giving herself a little more leverage. Then she tried to concentrate as much as possible on bringing pleasure to the two clusters of nerves they owned between them.

Now she was definitely glad that she had worn such a semi-revealing costume.

"Sophitia!" she cried out again, drawing the leg back from Anna's grasp to practically stand on her neck. Trying to open herself up more to the friction. "Sophi… phit…!"

The broken way she uttered most of her character's name made Anna let out a winded blast of laughter. This was everything she had been dreaming of during their months apart. Just because she had Jennifer and loved their moments together didn't mean she forgot the other with claim to her heart, her flesh and bones.

"'So Feet', huh?" Her hand pried the foot off her neck and kissed its toes, which curled away instinctively. "Is that what you just said you want?" Elsa shook her head. "It's not?"

"Just… just you!" she admitted, hips moving faster than ever. Anna's eyes were magnetically drawn to the soft breasts and the way the one she could still see rippled and rose up to nearly slap its owner in the face. If only she could reach it… but she would have to settle for the show.

And what a show it was. Even though Anna couldn't quite touch, it didn't mean that Elsa couldn't. Perhaps the desire was evident in Anna's eyes, because as Elsa lifted a hand to tug at one nipple, she made sure to send one slow wink her way.

It made Anna shudder, her rhythm faltering for a second. It wasn't enough to completely derail her impending orgasm, but it was enough to delay it for another little while. However, it hadn't had that effect on Elsa; contrarily, the hand at her breast began working harder as she stared at Anna, hips rolling desperately. Her expression was fierce and needy, and Anna wanted to give her it all.

So she grabbed Elsa's hips and redoubled her efforts. She was rewarded with a lewd moan that burst, long and low, from Elsa's lips. Perhaps part of it was for show, but it was undeniable how good it made her feel.

"I'm so close…" Elsa hissed. "Please! Finish me!"

Therefore, Anna held nothing back. She began to slam her hips once in a while for that jarring spasm of pain mingling with the pleasure, mostly sliding up and down the fragile folds with her own. Working hard to coax that stubborn orgasm free. Until…

Elsa exploded like a supernova, entire spine kinking and legs straightening all the way, forcing Anna to lean back. Watching that unfold got Anna a lot closer to her own, and she began rutting even harder, prompting a mingling gasp of surprise and a groan of detached pleasure from her mother.

"Sophitia!" she finally gasped out, swallowing to coat her throat. "Are… are you close?"

All she could do was nod. She was past the point of being able to say anything now, kissing and biting the calf in front of her face as she rocked her hips into the most perfect body she had ever encountered. Elsa said nothing to stop her after that, no questions or commentary. Just thrust back against the thrusts meant to give Anna her finish.

Though she did add one thing. A simple, whispered, "I love you."

Anna achieved heights she didn't even know were possible during sex. Her entire body was trying to seize up the way Elsa's had, but she did her best to stay loose and limber so that it wouldn't cause her pain later. She wanted this memory to be pure and beautiful and sweet.

Once they finally flopped down onto the bed, exhausted, Elsa did let out a groan of pain. "Ohhhh… I'll be feeling that for a few days."

"Sorry, not sorry," Anna giggled, rolling to curl around her. "Mmm… that was amazing." She noticed the slight wince. "You okay?"

"Of course." She took a few breaths before continuing, "The future has done wonders for me, but I still have the inner body of a woman pushing fifty. Feels more like my late thirties now, thanks to diet and exercise, and the procedures, but I'm never going to be an actual teenager again, I'm afraid."

"Good." Anna leaned over and kissed her, messy and wet and wonderful. "I could never date a teenager."

Elsa sighed into her mouth, running a hand up and down Anna's spine in that delicious way that had her shivering for more. Pointedly ignoring that she was already dating another teenager.

It was a shame that today was a 'one and done' kind of day. Every cell of Anna's body wanted more, but the ache already building at her navel was one she probably shouldn't ignore. Every time she moved her legs, her clit seemed to cry in pain, bruised and tender as it was.

Totally worth it.

"So is this the part where you kick me out of your room and we spend the next semester dodging each other's gaze until it culminates in desperate sex in the library?" Elsa asked, a cocky grin on her face. Her arm didn't stop its travels. It felt so good.

"Nah…" Anna sighed, slipping her eyes shut so she could snuggle into Elsa and appreciate how it felt. "We can do that tomorrow…"

Still unable to suppress certain motherly instincts, Elsa managed to drag the blanket over the two of them, tenderly caressing over Anna's hair as they nestled in close to each other's bodies. Grateful for warmth, for companionship.

"You're sure Jennifer is alright with giving us the room?" she asked just as consciousness was fading. "She has a place to go?"

"Yeah… mmm…"

"Alright." Her lips pressed into Anna's forehead. "I love you."

"Love you, too…" And that was the last they knew before fatigue caught up with them.

                                                 To Be Continued…

[loves4ge]

sending them nudes in the middle of an argument !

incl. nanami kento, sukuna ryomen, toji fushiguro

mdni ❌😔

[rwbyremnants]

Warnings: incest, fellatio, cunnilingus, rawing, spitroasting, daisy chaining.

Okay now we're finally getting into the Mommy/Daughter bonding time that a lot of you probably came to this fic for! And there will be plenty more, believe you me. Hope it was worth the wait (unless you were waiting for a different pair, and then I hope you enjoy it when we get there)!

=Chapter 9: Raven 

“Okay! So, uh… so what do we do here, exactly?”

Raven grimaced as she glanced between the two girls. Everything had gone so wrong. Her thoughts were screaming around in her head, despite how much of a casual, detached facade she was trying to maintain. Unfortunately, it made her sound stupid when she said, “What?”

“What do we do?” Yang asked again. Her poor little girl. Well, not so little anymore; they were about the same height, and even though they both worked out, clearly Yang was putting in more time at the gym if those incredible muscles counted as evidence. And they did. Honestly, if she wasn’t her dau-

‘No. Kill that thought. Don’t go there even for a second, Branwen. Just talk to the kids.’

“Oh. I, uh, I dunno. Sorry, the music’s up again…” Then she sighed and leaned back against the wall in their little corner of the sleazy, cursed room. “I’m passing the buck. I heard you, I just… trying to think.”

Ruby piped up, “It’s gonna be okay, okay? That’s what we’re here for. Um… I’m kinda glad I get to come over here, since like, nothing happened with me cuz I was out in the hall.” She added a tiny laugh, and Raven couldn’t help relaxing. So sweet. Maybe she should have tried to be around more - for both of them. Double the failure. “I think it’d be good if Yang said how she’s feeling right now, and when she’s finished, Aunt Raven can go. And then like, we can discuss after. Is that okay?”

“There’s nothin’ to talk about.” But when Yang glared at her, Raven sighed, turning to look at the swirling lights in the rest of the room. Everyone was too far away so she couldn’t catch sight of Blake and Kali. The others had their own problems that didn't concern her at the moment. “Fine.” 

Yang nodded. “Okay, um… so I guess…” She sighed, shaking out her limbs - like she was about to deadlift and loosening up beforehand. “Whoo! Alright, here it is. I feel, um… not so bad?”

“What?” Raven breathed in shock.

“Yeah. Like, I get why everybody’s freakin’ out - and I kinda did, too. When I saw Mom.” She swallowed, looking guilty and awkward for a second, then shrugged and grinned at them. “But hey, everybody had a good time, right? And nothing, uh, Alabama-ish actually happened at all. So I feel like it’s kinda… once we get over it, this’ll be no big deal.”

“Oh. Well, I mean… I guess I can kinda understand that.” Raven sighed. “I still wanna fist-fight Kali, though.”

“Huh? Why?”

Raven threw her arms wide. “What do you mean, ‘why’? You’re my kid! She’s twice your age and took advantage of you, knowing I’m in the same room! It’s fucked up!”

“Didn’t you do the same thing?” she accused, folding her arms. It made her pasty-adorned breasts look even larger, and Raven tried not to notice.

“Yeah, Aunt Raven,” Ruby insisted. “Don’t you think maybe you’re projecting? I mean, your own guilt about what you did? And that’s not saying you’re being bad; it’s hard to look at your own feelings and stuff.���

Raven just stared. Where did this kid come up with all this psychobabble? She almost wished she could see her better in the low light - she had grown up so much that she was unrecognisable from her hazy memories of a little boy running around, wrapped in a big red blanket and saying he was going to be a superhero. Cute. And still cute now, just in a different way.

“And Yang,” she said in a too-reasonable tone, sounding like a sitcom mother from the fifties. “You’re not being honest about your feelings, either.”

The blonde whipped her head toward her. “Huh?”

“You’re not as cool with it as you wanna make us think. I know you too well to buy that!”

“Uh… well I mean, what’s the point in being upset? I thought me and Blake were friends, and it’s weird she fucked my mom. For sure. And that my mom came in here and fucked my friend. Both of them. But I also… like, I did it, too. And I feel guilty about it, and Blake…” This time, her voice was more tight when she said, “But what’s the point in making a big deal when like, it’s not gonna change a damn thing? So is it so bad I wanna focus on how fun the actual sex was, a-and how she made me feel like I mattered?”

Raven felt her brow furrowing. “Hey, what the hell is that? Of course you matter.”

“Not to you. Not to most people at my college. I mean, I’ve gotten a lot of dick and a lot of pussy, but nobody wants to stay, so…” She shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Yang,” Ruby breathed, laying a hand on her arm. She didn’t pull away, but even with the lighting as bad as it was, she could see her tensing up from the contact.

“Well… listen, I know I messed up,” Raven began when Yang didn’t continue.

“Yeah. I mean, you did remember Blake’s my friend, right? And you still fucked her.”

With a heavy sigh, she took hold of Yang’s other shoulder. “Not that. And actually, we didn’t fuck, just… fooled around… that’s not what I was talkin’ about. I meant with you, in general. It's like… I’ve been trying to figure out how to be with you, but every time we try that bonding time thing, it doesn’t… work. You’ve noticed. We never know what to say. I try, you try, we…” It must have been the drugs making it easier for her to be honest. Or the booze. 

“I know, Mom.” Her voice was soft, and she could barely hear it over the bass vibrations. “I get it. Like, I’ve really been happy about you trying! But yeah, I guess too much time passed, and we missed so much, and it’s just kinda… funky like that. But that last time, the monster truck rally? That was pretty great.”

“Yeah,” she breathed with a widening smile. “Pretty badass. And like, we even almost hugged.”

While they were nodding and smiling, Ruby looked between them. “What is that? Almost hugged?”

“Oh. Yeah, Yang went up for a high five, I went up for a hug. Then we both switched. Then we just kinda bumped knuckles, since uh… since by that point, it was already weird. No big deal.”

“Of course it’s a big deal! Come on, hug, you guys - let the healing begin!”

Yang turned to raise an eyebrow at her. “Uhhh, did you forget I got this like, half-hard eclair down here, covered in love-icing?”

“Oh my God,” Raven muttered, stomach turning. “You really got a way with words, kiddo.”

“Um, can’t you pull your hips back? This is really important!” Ruby even bounced up and down eagerly. That didn’t help Raven in the slightest - because her little dick was still flopping all over, as hard as ever. Without the luxury of having gotten off, as all of the other girls presumably did, she had received no relief and the chemicals continued to insist on her being ready for a rowdy time. 

“Ugh…” Yang sighed, then shrugged at her mom. “We’re doing this, I guess.”

“I guess. I, uh… I want to hug you, Yang.” That sounded so awkward out loud that she grimaced and looked away. “Fuck it. This is dumb.”

“Nope, nope!” Ruby piped up, pushing them together. “Hug it out, and then you can work on everything else! Show each other you have love, you’re both just kinda stinky at showing it!”

So then she was smooshed up against Yang. Her little girl who was huge - in more ways than one. Feeling that thick shaft pressing into her jeans was already weird, even if it was partly soft, but she did her best to mentally block that out and focus on the rest. She was so strong, and tall, and grown completely - which was part of the problem. Yang was so beautiful; all the feminine nuances combined with the things that had attracted her to Taiyang a couple of decades ago. She missed almost her entire childhood, like there was a jump-cut between her little boy and this fully adult woman, and it felt like she could never get caught up now.

And she also felt how nervous she was. The poor thing was trembling, as if worried that at any moment Raven would either hug her and she wouldn’t like it, or attack her, maybe yell at her about Kali… or walk away again. 

"This is stupid." Her daughter tensed even more. Reevaluating, Raven tried again. "I meant… that I can't just hug my kid, that I need your sister to nag me into it… so fucked up."

"I'm sorry, Mom. For all of it; I didn't… I was just trying to help pay bills, and college, and pay off these dumb giant tits…"

"They aren't dumb. They look great, alright? Shut up with that." Their embrace relaxed a little more, and Raven let out a rough chuckle. "What can you bench? One? One-fifty?"

"Did two-twenty-five once," she glowed. Raven felt that shaft twitch a little, but just redoubled her efforts to ignore - to focus on Yang, her daughter. Not Sunbeam, the extremely ripped, cute, hung stripper. "Really got me pumped, even if I felt it for days. Gonna try for two-fifty!"

"Good, that's… that's great, kiddo." She sighed. "I should be there, spotting you. But it's… well, I'm proud."

She hadn't said that to Yang much. That was probably the main reason the girl's arousal throbbed yet again - and it wasn’t just half-hard anymore. Was that because of the drugs? Or something worse? Raven felt her heart speed up, but focused on petting her back and trying to memorize this closeness. Bizarre tingles could be dealt with another time. 

"Man, that takes me back. Your jojoba, like, mixed with axle grease."

"What? Oh…" Raven half-smirked. "My shampoo. Yeah, I know, I know. Real throwback."

"Mmmm, yeah. I miss it, from when I was little. We, uh… probably haven't hugged in a few years, because we're not like that. So I haven't smelled it since then."

"Oh, uh… probably. Did you wanna hug more?"

"What? Naw."

"Me either." But they had both squirmed; there was no avoiding it since they could feel when each other did. "No, no… that's bullshit. I wanna hug you. I just feel like I'm… like I can't."

"Why not?" Yang's hands had begun caressing over Raven's back and hair, and she wished she didn't appreciate that as much as she did. But it felt so good… 

"I don't deserve the right, Yang. Your dad stuck by you after we split while I got selfish for a few years, drank myself into a coma… fucked it all up. Why would you wanna hug some selfish old bitch who couldn't be your mom?"

A little whine sounded in the back of her daughter's throat. "Cuz you're my mom, okay? I know… I know you didn't like us much for a while, but you came back. It's been good. I'm just… I feel dumb, I didn't figure out…"

"No, no, girl." This didn't come naturally to her; never had. But she pushed Yang back just enough to look into her teary eyes. "Didn't like you? Not fuckin possible. I hated your dad - hated Summer. They fucked up my plan completely, screwed my life, but I…" 

"But what?"

This wasn't going to be easy. "I was mad. No… was hurt. Seeing you treat her like you used to treat me, Tai doing the same, hurt me. You didn't need me anymore, so…"

"That's not true! I need you, Mom!"

Maybe not the best choice of words while she was sporting such a huge, insistent erection. But her girl's words were too important to focus on something so perverted; later. Deal with it later. 

"Why? I'm just… an old woman now. You're already all grown up."

"Old woman?" she scoffed. "You kidding? I'm pretty sure you could put my head through the wall right now. My mom's a fucking war hero and I have never forgotten."

Alright, well that sent chills all through her body. Acceptance was a powerful drug, and Raven so rarely got a hit. The ladies of her group did help somewhat in that regard but nobody really fawned over her the way her daughter just had - accepted her with open arms, scars and all.

Well, maybe Blake. And Neon. One thing at a time.

"Yang," she breathed, dragging her back into her arms. It was good that Ruby had forced the previous hug so they could get the ball rolling, but this one was a lot more clingy, real, full of genuine affection. Her hands dug desperately into her daughter's strong back through her golden mane, wishing she never had to let her go again.

"I love you, Mom!" she sniffled, her own clinging actually harder than her mother's. The poor baby! Raven had really assumed her ex-husband and his new wife had taken care of all Yang's emotional needs after she left, but she had been dead wrong. She would feel awful about her mistakes if she didn't feel so exhilarated that her girl still needed her.

"I've got you, Honeybee. Mom's gonna take care of you."

The girl giggled. "Haven't called me that in years. Kinda forgot about it."

"I'm sorry," she hissed into her shoulder, breathing in that strong scent of sweat, sex… jojoba? Did her little girl use the same shampoo? That was both sad and so touching it brought tears to her eyes, too. What a pair.

"I-it's okay! I'm always gonna be your honeybee. Or maybe a bumblebee now, cuz I can sting!"

As Raven chuckled, she felt another throb right up against her mons and stomach. "Yeah, I can feel that damn stinger, too."

"A-ahhhh… um, is it weird that I kinda forgot?" They both chuckled. "Well, I mean it feels good and all; I just wasn't thinking about it, I guess." 

It felt good? What?

"Aww, you guys are so cute!" Ruby bubbled - reminding them that she was still there, observing the entire scene as it played out. Unable to restrain herself, she threw her arms around her half-sister and… whatever Raven was to her. Nothing, she had thought. Now she wasn't so sure.

"Ruby - hey! Oh my God, watch that dick, poking both of us!"

As Ruby started to shrink back, Raven stepped back from the hug just enough to be able to see both girls with a wry smile, holding onto both of their shoulders. "It's not like I haven't touched enough dick in this one night to make up for the last couple of years. What's one more?"

"Yeah, you and Neon?" Yang asked. It was harder not to look down because, well, it was harder. "Damn, this I gotta see."

"Uh… I dunno, she's not that much older than you, Yang… that's probably weird."

"You slept with my best friend already, so like, doesn't seem to be slowing you down." Raven grimaced and her hands clenched a little, and her daughter hurried to add, "Which is cool! I mean, for a second it kind of fucked me up, but after everybody talked… like, nobody really understood what was gonna happen in this room tonight before it did. I think we should just all try to… forgive and let it be."

"YES!" Ruby squeaked, hopping up and down and putting on another unintentional show. Raven knew her eyes were lingering more each time she glanced, but even after what Kali revealed about their beverages, she was still having trouble resisting the urges. "That's what I've been saying - it's all a big misunderstanding, and nobody got hurt, so can't we let the past be the past?"

Raven was nodding along as she glanced over at Yang, and noticed she was holding more still than usual. Her daughter had always been very energetic, bounced from foot to foot, fidgeted. Why was she so still?

“What?”

"Mom… do you like Ruby's dick?"

"Huh? Wh- excuse me?!"

Glancing over at Yang briefly, Ruby turned back to look curiously up into her face. “Do you like my dick, Aunt Raven?”

“Ugh.” She facepalmed briefly. “You see what you did, Yang? Wow.”

“Hey, I wasn’t the one looking,” she giggled. At least she was giggling - even if it was at her expense, that was still positive progress. “But I mean, I get it; she’s got a cute little peepee. Kinda wanna put a bow on it.”

“Yaaaang!” the girl half-squealed, covering her face with both hands as her half-sister cackled. That was pretty adorable. However…

Something caught Raven’s eye. As they talked about decorating one of them, both erect cocks in her immediate vicinity twitched. Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe it was just a product of the whole situation, the aphrodisiacs and pills, the atmosphere, and two of them already smelling like sex. Or maybe… 

‘They don’t have a thing for each other, do they?’ Raven couldn’t help thinking. ‘No. Woman, you’re overreacting to every stupid fucking thing now; just calm the hell down.’

“Go on, give it a shot, Mom. It’s not like it’s really gonna hurt anything at this point.”

Raven suddenly realised she was a lot closer to Ruby’s pretty little shaft. A quick glance up showed its owner was still double-facepalming - totally unsuspecting. Had she really gotten this much closer without even realising? Was she that sick, that far gone?

No… there was a hand in the middle of her back. Somebody was bending her over and it definitely wasn’t the shy teenager. Raven twisted to glare up at her daughter… but that had another side effect. Now she was looking at another , much larger endowment, also pointing at her face.

One she definitely shouldn’t be that close to. Ever.

“YANG!” she grunted, tensing her back to stop her daughter from pushing her any further down.

“What?” Yang asked, her mischievous smirk slipping slightly. Then she noticed she'd put her own mother at eye-level with her anatomy, and she cleared her throat. “Uh… shit. Okay, I didn’t think this one through…”

“Ugh, it’s fine.” Raven was desperately trying to think of a way out of this, but her first priority was to reassure her daughter. It had to be - or at least, to distract her. “Well… actually.”

“Hm?” But when Raven reached up with both index fingers and pushed the dicks together until the tips touched, Yang shivered and hissed, “Hey! What the fuck are you doing?”

Ruby peeked through her fingers. “Yang, Yang! Our dicks kissed!”

“Wha- NO! That’s weird, don’t say stuff like that - and you, Mom! What are you doing to us?!”

Standing up with a wide smirk as Yang took a step away, Raven purred, “Well, I figured that’s why you pushed me down there. To help you out.”

“Ughhhh…” Yang grimaced, dick throbbing constantly. Yep, she had been right about Yang, at least; Ruby remained to be seen. “Okay, okay, I’m… sorry. I didn’t really mean you had to do anything, I was just playing with you! But I guess it’s kinda too weird, with all that’s going on…”

Shaking her head, she pulled her in for another hug. “It’s alright, Yang. We were both messing around. Nobody’s mad.”

“I’m not mad,” Ruby insisted, throwing her arms around both of them. Another heartwarming family moment, in spite of the needy cocks poking the mother among the three. “And hey, not any weirder than that time I accidentally got a little on you during training."

"EW! Do you have to keep reminding me?!"

"But thanks, Aunt Raven. I thought it was kinda fun! A-and, um… looked good? I don’t know, maybe that is weird.”

“Yeah?” Yang asked - and this time, Raven knew she wasn’t imagining it, wasn’t overthinking anything. The way her daughter’s cock throbbed so hard against her, and her hips twitched, trying to abate the growing need… either she wanted to fuck her, or she wanted to fuck Ruby. And honestly, she was hoping for the one that would be at least the tiniest bit less depraved.

Even if her body was responding very favourably to the sensation. She really had been trying to suppress it, but it was the roll of hips, the unintentional thrust against her stomach, that made it impossible to ignore any longer. Her little girl wasn’t so little, and that extra grown-up part of her anatomy was just as enticing as any others she had contact with that night. Yes, it was probably the Spanish Fly in the drinks making it harder for her to ignore… but that was it. She had been drunk and on enough different drugs in the past that this time, she could tell she was herself, mind and body, and nothing was warping her reality. She just was a deviant who had taken so long to figure out she wasn’t strictly heterosexual that it had a very odd consequence.

Yang was stunning. No sense in suppressing the thought anymore: if she weren’t her daughter, she would have hit on her in a hot minute now that she understood how queer she was. And daughter or not, that swollen shaft grinding against her body was getting her wet all over again.

It was Yang’s tiny groan of pleasure that got her to step away - this had to stop, she had to distract everyone again. “Here,” she breathed shakily, reaching down to grab both cocks and hold them against each other in her hands. “If you thought it looked nice, try this on for size.”

“WHOA!” Yang burst out, holding as still as she could. “Mmhhh, Mom, you’re grabbing my… and that’s Ruby’s… it’s so warm…”

Ruby’s gasp had been lighter, and she didn’t say anything at first until they had been like that for a second or two. Raven was trying her best not to think too deeply about the throbs in her hands - and the one between her legs, the worst of them all. Eventually, the younger girl asked, “Yang? Um… d-do you want me… to ask Aunt Raven to stop? Or is this okay?”

Yang couldn’t answer. She was too busy starting to thrust. Seemed she couldn’t handle the direct stimulation after so long without. Raven had to wonder if she had gotten off with Kali… she was almost certain of it, thanks to the scent of latex she had noticed earlier. Still, she was trying to just move past it, like Ruby said. It really was the best course of action for everyone involved. 

Not the frotting. That was not the best for anyone, but it seemed to be the best they could do for now. Raven just didn’t want to confront the fact that she might legitimately want to do more than this with her own offspring, and would rather tease both sisters if it helped prevent that terrible prospect from happening.

“O-okay,” Yang finally groaned. “Maybe this is bad. Mom? Uh… what if you took your hand away?”

“I was just trying to help,” she teased with a dark little smile. “But I’ll stop.” And she did, very gently taking her hand away from the warm shafts. It wasn’t easy; she already regretted releasing them, even if it was the right thing to do. 

Not that Ruby seemed to agree. “Awww…” But then she cleared her throat. “N-no, it’s okay! It’s probably pretty crazy not to, um, hate that… kinda… listen, I’m just a lot hornier than I’ve ever been - like, other than training with Weiss or Salem, I don’t normally get horny! And when I do, I mean, a couple of Kleenex…”

Both Raven and Yang laughed at the same time - then glanced at each other. Ruby really was the great equalizer. “It’s cool, Rubes,” her big sister told her, tousling her hair. The girl ducked her head and grinned.

“I still can’t get over it being you,” Raven told her with a slight shake of her head. “Wow… man, I’m kicking myself for missing so much going on with you - and Yang didn’t mention it.” Then she looked back at Yang. “And with you, too. I mean, I don’t regret leaving your dad, but let’s not get into all that shit.”

“Aww, you missed meeeeee?” Yang cooed in an exaggerated voice, clinging to her arm. Raven playfully tried to shake her off. “It’s cool. I missed you, but like… it was… really hard for me, but I got it. Like, only last year, but hey, better late than never!”

“What do you mean?”

Her daughter shrugged, still hanging on her. Raven’s heart was racing as she put her arm around her little girl, her blood rushing in her veins… and she still kept ogling both of those increasingly-appealing dicks. Literally could not keep her mind off them to save her life, but she didn’t stop trying. “That you and Dad just don’t work. He and Summer worked, until…” Her voice had grown softer toward the end, and she saw Ruby’s mouth press together hard. 

“Yeah. You get it. I’m… I did a shitty job of showing you that it wasn’t your fault.”

“Yeah,” Yang breathed, looking into her eyes now. “I really, really needed to know that, and… I get it now, you tried to show me in your own, grumpy Raven way sometimes, but you couldn’t, like… just tell me, because you had stuff, and… it’s all messy, but I’m square. Therapy helped a lot.”

They were too close. Raven already knew it, and yet she couldn’t fight anything anymore. Her brain was cruel enough to remind her that Yang had said grinding against her felt good. Why? Because she was a warm body, or… 

“I’m happy for you,” Raven said, trying to be more open and honest than she normally was. Couldn't maintain her emotional walls while trying to block out her urges, anyway. “God knows I’m fucked up, thanks to… well, a lotta shit. But you’re doing okay. What am I saying? You’re pretty much perfect. Don’t let me, or anybody else get you down.” 

“Perfect?” she laughed - giddily, pleased. The fresh throb against Raven’s hip proved it. But Yang seemed to be self-conscious about it for a different reason. “I mean, you can feel that I’m not, right?”

Raven only flicked her eyes down to indicate what she meant - even though seeing the tip of that shaft still sent fresh heat into her loins. Right now, her girl needed reassurance that she saw her as a girl, and she had to take care of that first and foremost. “What, that? Perfect. You're perfect, Yang - that thing don't mean shit about how great a girl you are. Besides, if you’re gonna have a dick, might as well be a really… fucking… nice… dick.”

Well. That was too far.

At first, Raven thought she might not have to field horrible consequences for phrasing it that way. Let her little girl gain some confidence from the compliment. Yang was frozen in place, eyes wide, still digging into her hip. Her tongue flitted out to wet her lips.

“Mom? I think… I think we got a problem.”

“What kinda problem?” she asked, as if she didn’t know.

“The kind where I think my dick wants to fuck you and isn’t listening to my brain anymore.”

Fucking hell. This was the same full-blown arousal she felt explode when she really got going with Blake. On her first date with Taiyang decades ago. How terrible that her sweet child could inspire this in her - but there had just been too many lines crossed that night for her to be able to hold up in front of this one. 

She had to at least check for herself how mutual their feelings were.

“Oh yeah?” she teased with a purr and a slight smirk - and she saw Yang gulp. The exact kind of gulp that someone fighting down arousal made - as if she needed more proof, but she still found herself looking for it, anyway. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Off to her right, she heard Ruby breathe, “Oh my Goooood…”

“O-oh,” Yang said, coming back to earth as she stared at her sister. Even though Raven could feel more throbs at the same time. “Sorry, uh, this is probably way nasty… sh-she’s my mom, I…”

But just as Yang began to talk herself out of it, Ruby’s sunshine broke through the clouds. “Oh, it’s okay! I’m just watching and it’s really interesting because like, it’s weird how cute you are together!”

“HUH?!” they both burst out.

“Yeah, I mean… Raven feels pretty bad she wasn’t around, and she’s trying to be better, y’know? And closer! And uh…” Ruby let out a little laugh. “Well, gee, can’t get much closer than this!”

Since the poor, bewildered blonde couldn’t respond, Raven fielded that one. “Actually, she can. If she has the balls.”

“What now? Oh, I have the balls, old lady.” 

“You just told me I’m not an old lady,” she chuckled as she caressed one hand down along her back - and felt Yang shiver. She was so sensitive, so ready for more; it was endearing. Enticing.

“Yeah, well, that was before you started giving me shit!” When Raven laughed, and Ruby giggled, Yang huffed, “This ain’t fair - you can feel how turned on I am, and I can’t feel anything from you!”

“Fine, fine, tell you what - hang on a sec.” 

Nodding to herself, Raven took a step away. While the girls gaped at her, she stepped out of her boots and shucked her jeans, dragging panties and socks with them along the way. Wasn’t it getting hot in there? Maybe it was frying her brain; clearly, she was losing cells at an alarming rate since she was actually going through with this. She also tossed her leather jacket onto the pile. Might as well do the tank top, too - and that was the point at which Yang started jerking herself very slightly. At least she still had it, even if this was not how “it” was supposed to be utilized.

“So Yang, you kept telling me I should check out this other dick, right?” Trying not to think about what being fully nude in a place like this said about the state of her character, she bent low at the waist, putting Ruby’s twitching shaft right next to her face, still looking over her shoulder at Yang. The younger girl’s breath caught but she made no other move. “I’m gonna do it. You can stand there like a statue, or you can take some action. And Yang…” She dropped the smirking for a half-second. “I ain’t gonna be mad either way. Okay? Promise. You just gotta do what feels right to you.”

Her daughter nodded. As she looked on, she actually started stroking her cock faster. When Raven raised an eyebrow, she yanked her hand away and hissed, “Well, you’re like, dirty-talking me while you’re right next to Ruby’s thing, ass-out and butt nekkid! Maybe I’m fucked up, but that’s hot as hell!”

“It is?” Ruby squeaked.

“Uh… yeah, Rubes,” she whispered shyly, barely audible over the music. But if Raven heard it, Ruby definitely did - and it probably had something to do with why her shaft was bobbing around in the air enough to bump into Raven's nose at some point. Both cute and sexy.

Before she went any further, Raven looked up into the younger girl's nervous, cherubic features. This was yet another line she was about to cross; it was already bad enough to do anything they had done so far, but Ruby was only technically of age. So young, even if that organ made it seem like she wasn't. Then again, at least she wasn't related to her, so maybe it was a little bit of a wash. Plus she was so turned on by now that all the choices seemed to be easily aiming her at giving in to her dirtiest thoughts.

But she had to check in, even without seeing how anxious her almost-niece was. "This is okay, right? You can just tell me 'no'."

"Huh? Oh, no, it's okay! I'm just… I dunno if I'm gonna like this now that I’m really trying it out, um, outside of training. But I kinda figured at some point I would try it, anyway, so it may as well be with somebody I trust, right?"

"Makes sense." She kissed the underside of the dick in front of her. "It doesn't bug you? Old Aunt Raven, this place…?"

Ruby shrugged, even though she was letting out little sighs from those open mouthed kisses all over her cute little shaft. The skin was warm and so baby soft, and the scent was faint and clean. Hardly ever touched by anyone but its owner. "I mean, I'm already here. Been learning how to strip for an audience, put stuff in my butt. Put my stuff in- uhhh, other stuff. Kinda gave up on being a good little girl, y'know?"

"Oh, you're a good little girl," Raven purred - and felt that immediate throb when she grasped her cock. "Ooh… maybe not so little."

The poor almost-virgin whimpered the instant Raven enveloped her head with her eager lips. The taste was even clean and new. Struggling to bury her misgivings again, she teased with her tongue, mentally preparing to start deepthroating-

"Daaaaaaaamn… Mom, this is one hot ass puss!"

Well, that hit different. Even with everything that had gone on in Club Futopia that evening, this was still the strongest a wave of shame had rolled over her in years. What had changed? Logically, she knew Yang sliding up close to her dripping sex was the natural progression of all the stupid mistakes she had made that night - obviously she had already taken off her clothes, already ogled her own daughter and let her ogle her in return. Why was this too intimate? Maybe she had foolishly believed Yang wouldn't actually look - that she would just close her eyes and slip in. That would make it easier for them to forget this had ever happened once it was all over and blame it on various substances. Or maybe it was the way her daughter had just objectified her, reduced her to nothing but her sloppy, weathered, untrimmed old cunt. 

Which was kind of hot. She hated it.

"Do you have to?" she asked, stroking Ruby while she spoke. The girl squirmed but didn't protest.

"Have to what? Say it's hot? I mean, I could lie…" Yang sounded a little more uncertain now; she couldn't see her very well, trying to look over her shoulder as her daughter was squatting directly behind her.

"And you're not lying now?" she scoffed. Even though she meant it more than she let on. 

"No way!" Yang's head disappeared as she bent down to inspect - again, apparently. She could even feel warm breath on her vulnerable flesh. "Shoulda known you'd be in good shape here, too."

"I'm not, it's… I haven't shaved."

"So? Hair's natural. And it's not like I can't see everything I wanna see, anyway - not with you all ass-out like this."

Another strong thrum of heat. Even better - Yang liked her body. This could be the one thing she still had to offer her grown-up daughter.

"Whoa, so wet," the girl went on, spreading her cheeks - causing even more wetness, of course. At this point she was a goddamn waterfall, and it made her want to cry. "This for me or for Ruby? Or like, probably just left over from Blake."

Raven smiled over her shoulder again. "All you two. Blake took care of what she did to me earlier, so this is fresh for you girls."

"Oh yeah?" Yang sounded a little conflicted, but seemed to have inherited her tactic of pushing forward to avoid discomfort. "How'd she do that? Like this?"

Oh dear God. Her little girl even knew how to use that snarky tongue! She let out such an obscene moan against Ruby's hip that when the tongue hit her a second time, she took Ruby into her mouth immediately afterward, not wanting to make another noise like that where the girls could hear.

Too late, though. "Wow, you're really into that. And you taste so good, Mom…" When Yang got no answer other than mewling noises from Ruby, she just tried it again, and again, and again… Raven started to lose count. She started to lose all awareness of everything because it all felt so amazing… 

'Shove it in,' Raven found herself thinking as she ramped up to deepthroat, the squeaks and the hand fisting in her hair doing it for her almost as much as her bumblebee's skilled mouth. 'Fuck me, put me out of my misery already. We can't go back, so let's just ride this train to hell to the end, and the faster the better.'

"Ohhhh shit," Yang finally groaned - however many minutes later, it didn't matter. Every minute had been the darkest bliss. "I didn't think I could like eating pussy this much!"

"Y-yeah?" Ruby asked weakly. "I'm in… mmhh! I'm kinda in the same boat!"

"Right? Like, I know you were always saying you wanted to do stuff together, Mom, but like… this woulda done the fuckin' job a long time ago!"

Alright, well that made her cry. Not that she stopped going down on Ruby for a second; just had her private moment of pain. She knew her little girl didn't mean for it to land the way she did, but it still stung that this was all she had to give her daughter. 

"You ready?" Yang asked. She could feel her hand digging into her hip as she stood back up, using her for stability. Why not? She was about to use her for a lot more. 

"Mmhh!" she said around Ruby. Then waited.

"Uh…"

"Hmmg?"

"Mom? I, uh, kinda need to hear you say it. With words and all."

Pulling off Ruby unceremoniously, she snapped over her shoulder, "You want an engraved invitation or something? Already told you that you can do whatever! Just do it if you're gonna do it!"

But to her surprise, Yang's tone turned a little more stern. "Hey, I might be horny as hell and we might be doing that 'love that doesn't speak its name' thing or whatever, but I'm no fucking rapist. Tell me you want it or it's not happening."

God, why did that turn her on even more? Some bizarre form of pride? Either way, she grinned back at her widely. "You know, you turned out pretty good after all."

"Awwww," Ruby cooed while Yang flashed the biggest grin yet.

"Yes, you got the green light. I give you permission. However I have to say it, you got it."

"Cool," Yang laughed. But the way she was beaming so wide gave away that she was really excited, and happy to have the approval - both for the encounter and as a person her mother respected.

Of course, it was hard to focus on that while a thick head was being pressed inside of her. Raven didn't have time to deepthroat her sister this time, so the moan had nowhere to go but into the room where all could hear.

"Wait - shit, I forgot the condom," Yang hissed, pausing with just the head inside. "Just a sec, it'll only take me-"

"Fuck it."

"What?"

“Don’t need it. I mean, you’ve been safe with everybody else, right? So I think it’s kinda… doesn’t matter. We’ll be fine.”

There was a little surprised gasp - and a hard throb neither of them could ignore. While Raven was groaning, her girl said, “You want me to raw you, Mom?! For real?”

She tried not to let her anguish show in her voice. She failed. “Nnhh, did you have to put it like that? Just… let’s do this so we can move the fuck on! I’m gonna hump a fucking chair leg if I don’t get it soon, so just wreck my leathery old cunt already!”

“Oh, Aunt Raven, are you okay?” Ruby asked, bending down to look at her more closely. The last thing she wanted.

“Mmhh…" When she saw what was going on, Yang pulled out the rest of the way and tried to shift to the side to see them better. "Mom…?”

Now that she was only an inch away, Ruby’s brow furrowed when she saw the tears. Raven was again struck by how pretty she was, even though she was so young and innocent. More regrets bubbled up in her for ever letting this situation evolve so far out of control. 

“Aunt Raven, we can stop,” she whispered, so only the two of them could hear it over the thumping house jams. 

“Don’t be… stupid! How am I supposed to-”

“You’re not powerless. I know… we’re all really horny,” she admitted with a weak chuckle. “Definitely feels like a 'fuck or die' situation, but it's not. Okay? And you’ve been crying, and it’s not cool for us to just, um, keep putting our thingies in you while you’re sad. I mean it; all you gotta do is say the word. I’ll tackle Yang and make her stop if I have to! I might be small, but I’ll go for her knees!”

Unable to help the slight chuckle, she said, “Damn. What a little sweetheart you turned out to be.” She kissed her cheek. “Thanks, kid, but I think… this is gonna be okay. Might be crazy, but I think we kinda needed this.”

“Then why were you crying?”

“It’s not your problem.” But when Ruby’s silvery eyes didn’t waver, she sighed. “Fine. I just… it’s dumb, I’m practically over the hill and moping because my kid doesn’t need me.”

“Are you kidding? Of course she does! And I don’t just mean in a sexy way - she’s always saying she misses you, or talking about the old days before you left, or complaining that you don’t see each other! She thought you didn’t care!” Glancing up at where Yang was fidgeting and doing her best to hold still, she looked back at her and said, "If you wanna keep going, it's cool. I just really think you two still have a lot to talk about; it’s not as bad as you think, you can make it better!"

"Mmhh… maybe later. But thanks for the pep talk, Coach. Really - I'm… it's nice you checked in with me."

Ruby smiled and hugged her. Raven almost kissed her - the temptation was very strong. Somehow, she managed to fight that instinct down, but just barely. Then they broke apart and the girl backed up, and Raven looked over her shoulder again.

"Yang?"

"Y-yeah, Mom?"

There was still a lot of anxiety in Yang’s voice, so Raven sighed and tried to think - difficult as that was at the moment. "Ugh. Alright, this is probably pretty fucking stupid, but…" Maybe this one thing would make it bearable, and she could just let go and enjoy the ride. "For the next few minutes, how about calling me Raven?"

Luckily, her daughter was pretty smart, because after a soft "Huh?", she gasped when she figured it out. "Oooh, right, right. I get that." She cleared her throat, and put on a voice very similar to the playful one she had used on stage. "So, Raven … ready to get your money's worth from Sunbeam? I'm soooooo ready to try out this gorgeous little pussy of yours."

"Mmmhh, absolutely," she moaned, feeling her walls flutter in anticipation of that flawless cock filling her so completely. Stupid or not, the idea was definitely working so far.

“You’re so wet for me, too,” she purred as she paddled her fingers through her folds, making Raven groan. Ruby was kind enough to support her so she didn’t fall over. “Mm, you gonna be able to handle me? This pussy’s so young and tight, I might be too big…”

Overcompensating, but it was sweet; Raven appreciated that Yang was trying to soothe her ego. That did bring to mind another concern. “Mmm, I need to make one adjustment.”

When she stood up, she trapped Yang’s hand between her thighs. The way her daughter stumbled combined with the pressure was bizarrely a turn-on. Then she maneuvered Ruby over until her back was against the wall. 

“Oof!” she grunted. “Oh, um, what am I doin’ here?”

“Just wanted you to… be somewhere that’ll help keep us both from fallin’ over. I’m ready, Sunbeam.”

“You got it, Miss Raven,” she told her with a giggle - lips smacking. “I’ve just been enjoying that complimentary juice.”

Fuck, it was hot that she licked her fingers clean. Insanely so. To keep from confessing to that or saying something else stupid, she took Ruby deep again, as if she were actively trying to choke on that cute little plaything of hers.

“EEP!” She really eep-ed. Too cute.

As Raven got started on finally getting the girl off, Yang was setting to work, as well. This time she teased that thick implement up and down along her wetness before gliding into her all the way to the hilt - easy work for someone as experienced as Raven who knew how to take a dick like a champ. She knew the thought ‘Finally’ shouldn’t have crossed her mind; she should have been furious with herself, ashamed, running screaming and sobbing in the corner. Or punching Salem until her head caved in. 

But God’s honest truth? This was the best dick of her life. It felt like Yang was made to fill her.

‘YOU made it that way, Mom,’ a cruel little voice in the back of her mind whispered. And it wasn’t even lying. Some cruel thought about letting Yang go back where she came from tried to follow, but Raven blocked it out with sheer force of will. Not now; she had a couple of girls to take care of. Well-deserved wallowing and self-loathing could come later.

“Ffffffuuuuuck,” Yang groaned out as she started rolling her hips. “Ohh wow, it’s really… mmhh… I’m into this… you feel so good, M- Raven…”

At least she was trying. Smiling slightly to herself, Raven redoubled her efforts, wanting to get Ruby there almost as much as she wanted to get off again; even though she had been satisfied by Blake’s efforts, sometimes there was just no substitute for a deep dicking like this. Yang was hitting her just right, grinding past every little ridge of her inner walls and bowling her over with the pleasure it brewed, teasing her spot enough that she could almost cry from how good it was. 

“O-oooh, Au- Raven!” Seemed Ruby was picking up on it, as well. “Y-your mouth is really… you sure are good at this! It feels really good!”

“R-right, Rosebud?” her half-sister panted as her hands gripped Raven’s ass harder, setting a steady pace. “You know… what they call this move?”

“Wh-what?” Ruby asked.

‘Oh no,’ Raven thought with a roll of her eyes. ‘That’s so embarrassing - please don’t say it!’

“Spitroasting! Y’know, like when they cook a pig over the fire, and the pole’s sticking out the butt and the mouth?” At Raven’s loud grunt of dissatisfaction, she said, “What? I mean, that’s what it’s called, Raven. And I think it’s prime fap-fodder.”

At Raven’s questioning noise, Ruby said, “Oh, ‘fap fodder’? It’s okay, Aunt Ra- uhhh, Raven? She just means it’s really sexy to her.”

“Mmmgh.” Trying to let that one go, even though she still felt both wetter and redder in the face, she went back to focusing on being spitroasted by her daughter and almost-daughter. She should be locked up. Though she also had the thought that it wasn’t exactly true spitroasting when Ruby was letting her do all the work; she probably didn’t even know she should-

Well, there went that thought. Even while the thought entered her mind, the younger girl started rolling her hips at last, getting used to the idea of participating. She was still so timid and sweet; it made Raven want to mess with her, but she was trying not to be as much of a bitch as she was once upon a time. 

Even though in the here and now, she was basically Yang’s bitch. Her not- even -little girl was now pounding her so good that she felt her vision swim, her entire body tingle. She started slamming her hips back against her to make each hit rougher, to try and get her deeper - as futile as it was. 

“R-Raven?” Ruby squeaked a minute or so later. “I… I think it’s gonna happen! It’s gross, do you- should I not do it in your mouth?” 

“Mmmmm,” she hummed gratefully - knowing that would probably let Ruby know everything was fine. This wouldn’t be her first load; it wouldn’t even be the first of this evening.

“Okay! Th-then here I-”

The poor thing couldn’t even finish before she finished. And it was so much! Because her dick was so cute and easy to manage, and they had barely done anything, she had convinced herself that Ruby wouldn’t have nearly the load Blake did, but if anything, there was more. She still easily swallowed it down and kept humming the entire time but she was working on it for at least a minute, maybe longer.

“Whoa,” Yang breathed as she throbbed inside her walls, driving her wild. “Rubes, you sounded like you really got there!”

“Nhhh… I… y-yeahh…” She was basically leaning back against the wall to keep from collapsing. 

“Good job, Raven; she kinda needed to clear the pipes. Mmmm, and now I’m gonna clear mine! NNH, oh yeah - this thick fucking ass is gonna be mine!”

Was that an insult? Did she call her own mother fat?! But she didn’t say it as if it were one… either way, the whole situation was so erotic and shameful that she could already feel her own climax building. Her legs wanted her to widen her stance, let her in more, but that angle would have made it hard for Yang to keep up her thrusts, so she resisted. She felt light-headed from breathing through her nose, so she finally pulled off Ruby’s half-hard dick, which had softened fairly quickly once she was through.

“MLAH! Sunbeam, you… shit, you’re so good at this! All that… fucking training was… worth- nnhhh, YES!”

There was a slight twitch from the hands on her ass, and Yang hesitated - just for an instant, a slight hitch in one thrust. Raven figured it was hearing her mother’s voice again while still fucking her; maybe she had zoned out, forgotten who was wrapped around her cock. Whoops. Would she be okay?

“Yeah! Uh… you know I got this! Mmhhh, I’ve never felt a pussy this fucking good - and I’m about to fill it so deep you’ll have to get a new one!”

Honestly, that was so ridiculous it almost made her laugh out loud, but she figured that had an equal chance of making Yang laugh and shooting down her confidence. So she didn’t. Instead, she just focused on how good this was, on the thick coating of sweet cum in her mouth and the throbbing shaft trying to widen her with every pass in and out of her needy body. 

And she was almost there. “A little more!” she groaned when she realised it wouldn’t be long now, letting Yang know she didn’t have to slow down and wait for her.

“Nnnh, yeah? Almost there - I’m doing it for you that good?” There was the tiniest bit of vulnerability in the question; Yang really did want to know, it wasn’t just dirty talk. Maybe because they were related, or maybe she was just still fairly young and insecure about her performance.

“Sunbeam…” She didn’t want to fawn over her too much; it wasn’t her style, and Yang would have been weirded out. So she twisted to look at her more directly than they had since she stripped down for this insane encounter.

“You gonna keep talking, or you gonna fuck me into this wall so hard I see God?”

There was a little moan from Yang as she throbbed the hardest yet - and the extra-hard thrust was probably unintentional. Either way, it gave Raven her orgasm. Just that one thrust did it, all by itself - and it was so incredible she was practically screaming with joy, thighs trembling and threatening to drop her. Thankfully Yang started pounding into her right afterward, so she was able to ride it for longer than if she hadn’t, but Raven couldn’t help grinning against Ruby’s hip at the thought of how that one line had been enough to make Yang lose it. And how easy it was for her to get her there.

‘Tai and I did make the perfect dick. Just took a couple decades for it to be finished.’ Depressing, fucked-up thought, but not untrue.

When she could finally think again, Raven realised Yang was still railing her, and it still felt fantastic. But when she heard Yang grunting and straining, she summoned the breath to ask, “What’s the matter, killer?”

“Nhh, it’s just… after earlier, I can’t quite, uh… can’t splooge, Mo- Raven.”

“Awwww,” she cooed. But then she remembered she was trying to be less of a cunt lately, so she tried to keep her voice neutral. “Earlier, huh? You already got off with… another customer?”

A brief hesitation. “Uh… yeah, um… she had to do some stuff to my butt to get me there a second time, though.”

“TWICE?! I’m sloppy thirds?!”

“Wh-what? NO! You’re not sloppy anything, I swear! I just, y’know… I didn’t even think… I’m sorry!”

After a few seconds spent sighing, and still being gently bumped into Ruby’s abdomen over and over, she said, “Nah, it’s… it’s fine. No way you could have known. You wanna quit?”

“No! No way, I really want this now, it’s just… takin’ a while…”

“Then you want some help?" Catching sight of something out of the corner of her eye, Raven smirked and said, "I think there’s somethin’ I can do…”

“Sure!” Yang panted with a whine. “I… but you don’t have to, if it’s… not what you…”

Even while Yang was losing the ability to speak temporarily from her exertion, she dragged Ruby down, and the girl moved a little awkwardly until she was crouching on the floor in front of her, silver eyes wide with curiosity. “What?” she whispered when they were nose-to-nose again. 

“I wanna run something by you. First of all…” She kissed her lips very briefly - to keep herself from falling into temptation to do it longer. Not that it made logical sense; that was definitely the Spanish fly talking. “Your dick’s pretty nice.”

“O-oh - thanks!” Such a cute smile. 

“Yeah. Anyway, you wanna help Yang get the hat trick? I think she can do it - and I’m really liking this action, even though I already got there myself. But I want her to be satisfied, too.”

Once Ruby had nodded, she pulled her forward to whisper her plan into her ear. The girl gasped a few times, asked for confirmations and clarifications, but soon enough she understood the scope of their mission. In all honesty, she didn't seem nearly as averse to doing this as Raven expected - even with her own sister. What a brave girl. With a firm nod, she stood up and scooted away from Raven - and she noticed that sure enough, she was already hard again. Ah, to be young again - and to have only gotten off once, instead of the twice Yang had endured.

“Oh, you leavin’?” Yang panted, definitely sounding a little tired even though she was still as firm as ever.

“Nope!” Ruby told her. “Raven just thought you might like a little switch-up.”

Already, Raven moved her hands further up the wall, starting to walk forward. Yang followed like a good puppy. She wasn’t hitting as deep anymore, but it was still hot - and they were a little closer.

“Mmhh, okay, okay… but it’ll be harder to move to the next phase now.”

“Next phase?” Ruby asked.

“Anal,” Yang told her with a little groan, massaging Raven’s ass. Damn, but that prospect sent a thrill through her stomach.

“Oh! Oh, cool cool, so you’re down with that?”

With a slight laugh, she spared Ruby a glance backward. “Yeah! I mean, why not? Though I guess we oughtta do the condom thing - you got it, Ru- Rosebud? My hands are busy.”

“Sure, sure! No problem.”

While they were fidgeting around behind her, Raven closed her eyes and just relished the feeling of Yang’s hands on her, of the sound of her voice while she was still being rawed. Why didn’t she hate it? Why did it feel so right when literally every human on earth would call her every disgusting word in the dictionary? 

“Wait, Ruby, wh- what are- WHOA! Hey, hey, I didn’t think you meant my ass, that’s- ohhhh, not fucking again! Even though you're smaller, it still feels so WEIRD! And it's YOU! Y-you sure you wanna… in my…?”

“Raven said to just relax,” Ruby said in her sweet, reasonable tone, even while all the shuddering made Yang hit her at odd angles. “Ooh, it’s not wanting to go in; you're really tight, too! I did what she said, put the cum from my thingy on the outside…”

That easily, Yang was falling to pieces. Raven wished she could see what it was like, the powerful blonde letting her little sister try to penetrate her ass. The pants and moans were fantastic - and they got higher, and louder, and more desperate. She was squealing like Raven had earlier within the minute, gripping her mother’s waist to keep from diving toward the floor.

“It’s s-so big in there!” she protested. “Ruby! I… I haven’t done this all that much, even if Salem's hung, so I… you gotta be careful! MMHH!”

“Yeah, but… do you like it?” Raven finally asked.

Yang was silent for a few seconds. Then as her mother chuckled breathlessly, she yelped, “YOU! Nnhhh, oh holy fucking hell, my ASS! You put her up to this, didn’t you?!”

“Is it helping?” Ruby asked timidly, even though she also clearly sounded aroused.

“YES! Mmhhh, Mom, I really w- Raven! Sorry!”

The umpteenth vaginal fluttering at the word “Mom” probably had told Yang that she did like it, even if she hated that she liked it. But at least Yang was still trying to respect her needs. “You’re good! Now fuck me - and fuck yourself on Rosebud’s cute little dick!”

Throb. “Yeah, I- I’m gonna! I’m gonna do it! God, you’re so good, I want more!”

And she got more. Without warning, she reached a hand up to grip Raven’s breast - and she felt a fresh spike of pleasure crashing through her body. They had been so neglected that now it was like she was being touched for the first time all over again. The groan from Yang told her that yes, she noticed the gush of fluids onto her cock, and heard the higher-pitched moan as her erect peaks were toyed with, the breasts tugged and moved around at her whim.

Maybe she really could cum again with Yang if she got there. This stood every chance of getting her to a second… no, third orgasm of the night. Wild.

“Nnhh, Yang!” Ruby panted, and they were all moving so much more that she was sure more thrusting was happening behind the elder sister. “A-am I doing this right? You’re… nhhh, you’re so tight back here!”

“It’s so good, R- Rosebud! Just keep going, just fuck my ass apart! I’m almost there! I’m so, so close!”

“Well, um, maybe if…”

“Huh? What are y- OOH! My tits, Ruby, careful with the merchandise! But everything is so fire - keep going!”

At that point, Raven had to reluctantly thank Kali. As much as she still wanted to drag her out into the parking lot and beat her ass for touching her daughter, she couldn’t deny that Yang having climaxed twice before had a very wonderful fringe benefit: she kept hitting her from the back and fondling her tits for almost another five minutes. Five glorious minutes of pure pleasure for all three of them that they could look back on for the rest of their lives.

Because now, she had come full circle. She didn’t want to forget. Repugnant as it was, she wanted to treasure something this rare and fantastic.

By the sound of it, the young and overeager Ruby was the first to burst. Her squeaks were so high they almost couldn’t be heard by human ears - pretty obvious. Knowing her sister had enjoyed it that much finally drove Yang to that hard-won climax-

‘Oh GOD!’ Raven screamed internally as she felt that thick cum coating her inner walls, painting them the most beautiful shade of white as Yang’s swollen, tortured shaft pumped it out over and over; her clit throbbed gratefully in response. ‘It’s so good! She even cums right, it’s perfect. I can’t believe it’s so perfect!’

“Mmhhh, oh holy shit,” Yang finally groaned as she came to a stop, panting and sweating; she could feel it against her nipples, since her palms hadn’t been exempt. “I… I did it, I… did you feel me, Raven? How much I… I loved doing this with you?”

“Mmm, I did,” she hummed, still aching with need. A little “NH!” burst out when Yang tweaked a nipple.

“Oh? You didn’t cum yet, huh?”

Raven let out a harsh chuckle. “Oh, I did. About five minutes ago. You just weren’t done, so I didn’t say anything.”

“Whaaat? Awww, you could have… but you’re still pretty sensitive.”

“Yeah. Wanna learn how to get a girl off?” Then she cleared her throat. “Girl like me, I mean. Sorry.”

“No big. But I think I’m doin’ a pretty good job as it is, don’t you?”

Raven opened her mouth to reply, and felt the lips on her neck - and her arousal spiked a tiny bit higher. Just from that. “Mmhhh… Sunbeam, be careful of how sweet you are with the customers.”

“Mmm, I have to be sweet to this one.” Another kiss, and then she drew back and leaned her chin on her shoulder. “Or were you talkin’ about something more like this?”

Well, there was no denying that the hand snaking down to play with her clit was exactly what Raven was thinking about. All speech left her again as she writhed under her baby’s attentions. Her cock was still mostly hard, and still in her pussy, so it was enough to maintain that pleasure in that area - and with the nipple-tweaking and bean-flicking, she was at Yang’s mercy. 

Just as God intended. Apparently.

When the… fourth or fifth orgasm of the night rocked her, since she had lost count, she was as grateful as she had been for all the others. Every nerve ending exploded, her toes curled against the carpet, and she clamped down on Yang yet again, prompting a groan from the owner of the oversensitive love muscle. A part of her wanted to just keep on coming and coming and never stop; at least that way, she would never have to deal with the consequences. She could just stay there, entwined with the daughter she thought was lost to her, forever.

“Ohhhh… yes… mhhh, wow, Sunbeam. You really gave me the-”

Her warning about not being sweet had fallen on deaf ears, if Yang’s deep and desperate kiss were any indication. Raven knew she should recoil and deck her, but she couldn’t. It was as beautiful as the sex had been. All she wanted was to be closer to her little girl, and she had gotten exactly that. Even if in an unconventional fashion.

“Wh… Yang?” she whispered once their lips parted, so only the two of them could hear.

“I…” The girl fidgeted, and she could just barely see tear tracks thanks to how close they were. “I’m sorry. About all this.”

“No, no. It’s just… it is what it is.” But when Yang frowned harder, she followed up with, “I love you. Alright? In a fucked up way, normal way… sad way, happy way. Ways I can’t show because I’m shit at it - I love you all ways, always.”

The corners of her mouth twitched up, even while she sobbed. “Good one, Mom.” Then she pecked her lips again. “And, um… I know you’re probably right, uh… we gotta not do this anymore after tonight.”

“Maybe, yeah,” she hedged. Seriously reconsidering, but knowing her sober brain would be more resolute she somehow refrained from asking her own daughter out.

“Yeah. But I want you to know - I had a great time fucking you. And not just cuz I came.”

“I know, baby,” she told her with a sad smirk, kissing the corner of her mouth. “No more romantic shit, though; still can’t marry your mom.”

“God, that was embarrassing,” she giggled at old, faded memories, even while sniffling.

“It was. But you were so sweet as a kid; don’t worry about it.”

“I’d marry you. If you weren’t my mom, I… I mean, this was-”

But Raven was already shaking her head. “You’ll find somebody. And hey, maybe I will, too… and we can still be Mom and Yang. A better Mom and Yang than before. Just gotta leave Raven and Sunbeam in this room; it’s… for the best.”

“Okay.”

Thing was, she said that, and still kissed her again. This kiss was so deep and earnest and real that Raven cried with her, and held her as close as she could from that angle with the cock still in her from behind. Her tongue really was skilled. It wouldn’t even take that much more effort for her to legitimately fall for Yang; she just wouldn’t let herself do it. Not because she didn’t want her… 

But because Yang deserved a real chance at a future. 

Eventually, when Raven’s pussy fluttered around its new favourite shaft with renewed interest, her daughter pulled away with a hiss. “Ooh… sensitive now.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Raven chuckled, doing kegels on her on purpose - making her daughter squirm. Mostly trying to focus on that instead of crying again; too much crying for one night, considering she wanted to never be crying if she could help it. “Three times in one night? You kinda did it to yourself.”

“Yeah…” Then she pulled out with a long, quavering moan. Raven had to fight to stay standing. “Oooh, I’m gonna miss that.”

“Me, too. Do you take pills or some shit? Your dick is kinda phenomenal.”

Glowing with pleasure, Yang put her hands on her hips and struck a superhero pose as Raven finally turned around to face the other girls. She hadn’t even noticed Ruby slip out of Yang, but she was already off to one side, condom gone and a gleeful smile on her lips as she watched them together. “Right, though?!”

“What are you smirking at?” Raven demanded of Ruby.

“Cuteness,” she answered right away, hugging both of them. “Mmm, I’m so happy!”

“You’re happy your sister fucked her mother?”

“I’m happy you made up! I mean, doesn’t matter how weirdly the thing happened - it’s the thing happening that counts! Team Raven and Yang, together again!”

“Oh, we’re a team,” Yang laughed with a grin, hugging both of them tightly. The dicks brushing through Raven’s pubes didn’t bother her nearly as much as they would have before; still gave her a little tingle, though. “Team Family Dicking for the win!”

Ruby stamped her little clear-heeled foot and whined, “Yaaaaang, that’s dirty!”

“Huzzah!” Raven laughed bawdily. “Family Dicking!”

“NO!”

The other two had a good laugh at Ruby taking issue with that, out of everything else going on in the club, being too risque for her. What a little sweetheart. But regardless of the dicking part… Raven was just happy to once again have family.

[b00bsinmymouthpls]

THE lesbian anthem of all time

[rwbyremnants]

WARNINGS: Blow job, sixty-nine, brief anal prodding.

I'm rarin' to go. I really want to get my fics posted this year - no slacking off, no taking multiple month breaks. Not promising I will but I am going to do my damndest. Thanks for sticking around!

And for no reason have this song by Perlo, it’s just a bop okay?

=Chapter 5

On the other side of the den of iniquity, Raven was experiencing a very similar mixed blessing at the same moment Theia had, even though she couldn’t know about that. Only that the knot in her stomach untied completely when Yang walked right past her - and retightened slightly to see her resting a hand on Kali’s shoulder. That smug bitch had better not touch her fucking daughter! She would beat the shit out of that lecherous old cunt if she so much as-

“Okay, it’s just you and me,” purred a sultry, low voice at her shoulder. "I hope you're ready." Gulping, she slowly turned her head and saw… 

Well. Blake’s dick certainly seemed a lot bigger when it was mere inches from her face. Big, and firm, and thick… and even while she goggled at it, there was a little pulse that made it jump a fraction of an inch.

“H-hey, watch that thing!” she hissed. 

“My mistake,” she laughed softly as she turned to sit in Raven’s lap, facing away from her. “I’ve heard a lot of guys in here want to do it this way, so they don’t have to look at it the whole time. Makes them feel less… well, not that it matters, I promise. No one here is going to judge; just relax.”

God, now she had Blake sitting on her. Why did girls keep flinging themselves into her lap tonight? The warm weight was just as welcome as it had been before with Neon - moreso, now that whatever strange magic the booze and music were weaving had heightened her physical interest. She found her hands moving to rest on Blake’s fishnet-covered thighs. Just to make sure she didn’t fall over. 

Only for that reason. Really.

“Wow, this is… nice,” she breathed, shifting around on Raven’s thighs and making her grit her teeth - as if it would make her stop blushing so hard. At least it was dark in there and nobody could see that. “But I don’t feel you poking me yet. Performance anxiety?”

“What? No! God, get over yourself.”

“Oh, excuse me,” she snorted - but there was the tiniest edge to her voice. Raven respected that, since what she said had been insulting, even if she didn’t really mean to be. “You’re saying it’s my job to get you hard?”

“I’m pretty sure this being a strip club is what’s saying that.”

That time, Blake really laughed, even if it was harsher. “You’re a mean old man. That’s alright. You don’t have to be nice for me to make you moan. And I promise, I’m ready… for… for, um, anything.”

Kali's daughter's confidence clearly took a hit when she leaned back and felt the squish of breasts against her back. Raven froze in place, feeling mild shame - stupid as that was. She knew she was a woman already; it was Blake that had made assumptions.

“Something the matter, Shadow?”

“Nope,” she breathed, turning to look over her shoulder. She could see Blake’s wide golden eyes watching her as the disco lights played over them - mentally fitting together the scattered glimpses of her face until she had a better mental picture of what she looked like. “Oh wow.”

“What? Not ‘old man’ enough for you?”

“Way less old man than I expected, yes. But who said it was what I wanted?”

“Huh? You lost me.”

“I’m bi,” she explained with a shrug, rolling over to straddle her lap. “And you’re really… wow.”

“Spit it out,” she grunted. “I can take it.”

Blake rolled one shoulder and bit her lip for a moment as she moved closer. “Let’s just say… I’ve always had a thing for MILFs. Older men are okay; I can tolerate them, some of them are even attractive. But older women?” She let out a low purr, one Raven felt more than saw. “I promise, I’m not just teasing or laying it on thick; you really are my ideal. Hot women around twice my age can get it anytime.”

Raven had to fight down all of the awkward noises of flustered feelings. Which she was normally good at; she had learned long ago to hide her emotional state from everyone. Men, women, her own child… nobody really needed to know what she was feeling. Nobody cared, no matter how much they claimed they did. POTluck had been helping to undo some of that self-conditioning, to at least add some peepholes into the walls she had built around herself. But they remained in place. No one was getting close to her heart ever again; it had been broken enough.

Lips on her own lips made her reconsider. Just for a second, being kissed by the second woman of the night completely blasted past all her defenses and shot straight to her needy core - she was so alone. Being kissed again was like magic. She almost leaned into it, almost grabbed this lithe young dancer and showed her just how many things her tongue was capable of-

And abandoned that thought. She instead pushed her back by the shoulder and said, “The hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What?”

“I didn’t say you could kiss me!” 

“Oh. You were looking at me… so I thought…” Blake sighed and looked down. “I’m very sorry, miss…?”

“Miss Nevermind,” she provided with a grunt. “Doesn’t fuckin’ matter. It might be your job, but you suck at it if you don’t even wait to make sure I’m ready for what you’re sellin’.”

Blake looked dejected for a second. Not that she crumpled completely; just that she shut down, staring down and off to the side instead of at Raven. Was she about to get mad at her? Or cry? Raven wasn’t sure which outcome would be worse. She had said the right thing, had voiced her feelings, but she also knew this girl didn’t deserve the way she had gotten her point across.

“Listen-”

Blake suddenly stood. With a muttered “Sorry”, she turned to head for the stage.

“Wait.” Catching her by the wrist, she pulled her back to her side, standing as well. “Hey… I was… I didn’t mean to be that harsh about it.”

“But you’re right. I suck at this, I don’t… know why…” She cleared her throat. “Um, Rosebud’s getting the refreshments; I can tag her in if you think she’ll suck less. Or maybe she’ll suck better, or whatever.”

Damn. Raven just had to hurt the feelings of a jaded little emo girl. That was the term, wasn’t it? Yang had used it once, she remembered. “Nah, I don’t… want… I’m not into any of you, alright? That’s not why I’m here.”

“Really?” Blake asked, with genuine surprise. She had half-turned back, so Raven could see her profile - and damn, that dick was still hard, even though she had hurt her feelings so thoroughly. “Then why are you here? In the back room of an exotic dance club, paying like, a thousand dollars to have us all to yourselves?” 

Double-damn! This could be really bad! “U-uh…” What could she say? There had to be something! “I’m here for my friends, not for me. They wanted to come, and I… I’m supporting… whatever.”

Blake glanced over at the other mothers. Yet again, she could practically cry with gratitude for the low blacklights and disco ball, making everything hard to see; from that distance, she couldn’t even recognise Kali and her daughter, much less the others further away. 

“Oh. Yeah, I guess… that makes sense. Um, if… do you want to… go somewhere and talk?”

So the two of them took up a spot on a bench along the wall Raven hadn’t noticed before; it almost completely blended in with the walls. While they weren’t talking, she could hear an occasional sound from the others, but the music mercifully drowned out details.

“So hi, I’m Shadow,” she began again, with the tiniest of sly smiles.

“Hi, Shadow, I’m Raven. Wow, we really sound like some kind of goddamn metal band.”

“Yeah,” the girl laughed softly, and Raven relaxed. Just a tiny bit. “Um… I really apologise for getting upset and trying to bounce. I tend to do that a lot.”

“Bounce what?”

“You know, leave?”

“Oh.” She took a breath and leaned her elbows against her knees. Her friends often accused her of adopting “masculine” poses or stances, and tried to use that to insist she was gay. It was hard to even disagree with them; she just had grown up having it drilled into her head that any kind of queerness was something to be ashamed of. A sickness. Just because she accepted Yang with open arms didn’t mean she wanted to be that way herself; it was more about treating her daughter with kindness to make up for her failure as a parent. “It’s cool. I was a bitch.”

“You were. But… I should have been trying to be smarter, working to get you into the mood… it’s supposed to be my job, right?”

“You tried. I mean, pretty hard, to be honest.”

Shaking her head, she drew one fishnetted leg up onto the bench, wrapping her arms around her shin. “Not like that. It was the wrong way to go about it, and I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“Yeah.” Just uncomfortable in a way she was growing less and less uncomfortable with. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not. I tried to jump-start you instead of doing the work, like you said.”

“I forgive you, or whatever. Just… just don’t, anymore.” Why was she always so bad at feelings? “And you were working me pretty good, I promise. I’m just not an easy fuckin’ project.”

Blake smiled again. “Thanks. I’ve just been really worried I made the wrong choice.”

“Oh.” Thinking about how Blake wound up sitting on her instead of her own mother, she quickly said, “Y-you didn’t. I mean, we’re all bitches, pretty much.”

“Not that,” she laughed easily. “I meant with taking this gig. I like parts of it, but people… I’m not good with people. Especially strangers. I only came because Yang and I…”

The girl’s brow furrowed, and Raven felt her pulse leaping up into her throat. This was about to be something she might not be able to handle, but she had to know - whatever it was. “Yang?”

“Shit, didn’t mean to say that. Um… forget it.”

“You can tell me. I mean, we ain’t even wasting time; you already got paid, and I’m… fine with talking. Just bad at it.”

“I know how that goes,” she snorted. Then hesitated. Then… “My friend wanted to try this job, because the pay is so good. Right? And we both wanted to make more money to… maybe take care of bottom surgery.”

“Your ass looks great, honey. N-not that I was looking.”

With a wan smile, she said, “That’s not what I meant.” Then she reached down and flicked her arousal so that it bounced up and down. It was funny - but Raven’s libido had already been activated for the night, so she found herself gulping and trying not to think about it more than laughing. “This thing.”

“It’s… I mean, I’ve been around the block, and I can say yours beats out most of them.”

“Yeah. I just don’t know if that’s what I want.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, looking back up at her with an apologetic smile. “Sorry. I’m supposed to be saying that my dick is amazing, and you’ll think it’s amazing, and I love letting you play with it… the sales pitch.”

Raven let out a gruff laugh as she nodded, staring over at the other chairs for a moment. The alcohol was keeping the panic at bay, so even when she saw a flash of a wild blond mane she was able to just look away and pretend she hadn’t. “That’s fine. You don’t have to do that shit with me.”

“I’m kind of figuring that out,” she giggled, as subdued as the giggle was. Nothing like the very bubbly rollerblading tart she had played with before.

“So listen,” Raven sighed as she sat up a little more. “We don’t, uh… we don’t have to do anything else, if you wanted to head out. Unless it’s gonna get you in trouble to leave. Damn, I just wish there was a side door I could sneak out to get another drink, or have a smoke.”

“There is, but I’d have to take you through the back rooms, and… yeah, we’d probably get noticed. It’s a big no-no.” 

“Fair, totally fair.”

“I um, I could get you a drink though. What do you want?”

Perking up, she said, “Jack? No… Maker’s Mark.” They were already having the most insane night of her life; might as well request the good shit this time.

“Rocks?”

Trying not to think about Blake's 'rocks' - which she could see right now, nestled beneath that gloriously thick shaft - Raven grunted, “One cube. A triple, though. Or just fill the fucking glass, whatever.”

“You got it. Be right back.”

“I’ll be here.”

It took Blake a lot less time than she expected to come back with the drink. She looked a little more confident than when she left but also more relaxed; not putting on airs at all anymore. But she noticed something that couldn’t slip by without being mentioned.

“Here you go. Bucket o’ bourbon.”

“Thanks. Cheers.” Blake just smiled as she raised the glass and took a sip, letting out a satisfied sigh afterward. “So I gotta ask about something.”

“Go ahead. I mean, I might not answer, but you can ask whatever you want.”

“Huh. That part of the manual? One of the waitresses said pretty much the same thing…”

Blake’s smile was wry. “I mean, it’s there for our protection; guys come in here, throw money at dancers, and think they’re in love. Then they think they own us because they like us and want to wrangle information out of us that can tighten their nonexistent leash. I kind of get it, but it’s on them to not be stupid and treat us like real humans who have our own feelings and desires. We just have to do what we can to give them less they can use.”

“Right, right. That’s no way to live.”

“It’s really not.” She leaned back, even though her hands were fidgeting a little on the seat of the bench. “What’s your question?”

“After all that shit… how are you still rock fuckin’ hard?”

The laugh that came out of Blake was real, and full, and genuine. Raven found herself smiling; maybe it was because the girl had been so sullen before, and it was nice seeing her enjoy herself. Maybe she just liked her. Whatever.

“That’s our little secret. But you can probably guess; we just can’t confirm or explain.” 

Right. Of course it was drugs. For a wild moment, Raven had wondered if she was just so attractive to Blake that she couldn’t contain herself; how stupid that was. Even if she meant what she said about liking older women, anyone who owned a dick would have gone soft after a near-argument and going off to mix a drink - without chemicals to compensate, that is.

“Huh. That legal?”

“Is any of this legal?” She gestured around at the dimly lit room. “Like, you know what you agreed to; nobody knows you’re here so you won’t get in trouble. Same goes for us; we don’t want to go to jail any more than you do.”

“Sure, sure. I guess I just don’t get why… you need it.”

Now Blake looked a little more awkward. “Well, um… it’s… you see, hormones… I don’t think you really want to know about this.”

“Yeah, I do. Really.” Not just to satisfy her own curiosity, either. Part of POTluck was supposed to be understanding the world their daughters inhabited, so they could be a better support system for them. Raven was just dismal at it, but she wanted to do better if she could.

“Well, a couple reasons. More than anything, some girls like me can’t get it up when they’re on female hormones; it interferes with the natural arousal process. Most of us still can but it takes us being in just the right mood, or constant stimulation, or…” She shrugged. “A little outside help.”

“Ohhh… huh. Learn something new every day.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, man.” Then she sat upright. “I didn’t mean it like- I call the girls ‘man’, too. It wasn’t… damn, I really fucked up.”

Blake relaxed and said with a small smile, “It’s alright. I’ve been called worse.” But Raven hadn’t failed to notice the way her entire body language had changed - become tight, guarded. Reserved.

“No, it’s not alright,” she insisted, resting her hand on her shoulder. “You’re a beautiful girl and you deserve to feel like one, too.” 

“Thank you,” she told her a little more earnestly, patting her hand. “Anyway, uh… the other reason is this show specifically. There are some events where the girls are supposed to be hard, others we stay soft, and some where it doesn’t matter. Since we’re doing ‘Fresh Meat’, our boss wanted to show us off this way; leans into the ‘chicks with dicks’ angle of the club a little heavy, but I mean, that’s how we make money.”

Raven hummed in acknowledgement of hearing her, glancing down at the dick in question. If anything, it might have been even harder than before, but that could also have been a trick of her imagination. “Whatever works, I guess. It’s not… uncomfortable to walk around with…?”

“Of course it is,” Blake laughed. “But I’m starting to get used to it; we’ve tried this before. During, uh, during classes.”

“You have classes?!”

The girl walked her through what it was like backstage at Club Futopia for new talent. Apparently, they learned pole dancing and stage dancing, catwalking, sweet-talking, giggling, and hugging - all of which were done in very special ways to make the clients feel enticed but not necessarily entitled to more. Then, once they showed they were really committed - and wanted a little more of the action - they started learning kissing, fondling, handjobs, blowjobs, and the final step was anal training. Raven didn’t want to think too much about that one.

“So you and your, uh, friend you signed up with. You practiced beejays?”

Now Blake was blushing hard, even though she could barely tell in the lighting; it was mostly her body language again, how she fidgeted, fiddling with her fishnets… how her cock twitched hard enough to be noticeable. “Yeah. I mean, we had to learn how, and it’s way smarter than trying it on clients and being terrible.”

“Explains when you tried the dick pills before.” Blake nodded, and Raven took another long pull at her half-empty glass. Then she passed it to Blake. “Was it fun? I mean, you two…”

“Um, I can’t,” she whispered, pushing the glass away. “Working.”

“Who’m I gonna tell?”

After a brief hesitation, a few glances between Raven’s face and the glass, she took it and swallowed down a mouthful. Then she coughed. Raven rubbed her back until she was able to recover - trying to focus on helping her, not how soft her skin was.

“Sorry!” she wheezed.

“It’s fine,” Raven chuckled. “You didn’t have to have any, wasn’t trying to be pushy.”

“You weren’t.” She swallowed again, then sat back - trapping Raven’s arm behind her. Around her. “Mmm… I’m a little dizzy.”

“Relax, you’ll be fine.” 

“It was nice.” When Raven just tilted her head, she elaborated, “Me and Yang, I meant - not the booze. That was fine. I, uh… I know Yang doesn’t really… I don’t think she would want to be serious with me like that, and I don’t even know if I would want it, either. But she was great; I came so hard…”

How terrible it was that her pussy throbbed at that thought. Weirdly, she also felt a little proud that her girl was so good at giving head; like mother, like daughter. But all she said was, “That’s good. Might as well have fun if you have to do it anyway.”

“Exactly.”

“You alright?”

“Mm, lightheaded. Didn’t eat enough.”

“Oh?”

“They, um…” She blinked and shook her head out, turning to curl around Raven a little more - sending her heart jackhammering even harder now as that shaft was pushing into her thigh through her jeans, and ramping up the heat inside them. “They tell us not to eat for a while before we’re gonna do this. In case we get fucked.”

That made perfect sense, though Raven didn’t enjoy thinking about the reason. In fact, thinking was just about impossible with all that whisky in her, but she was doing her best to focus. “Got it. We really oughtta get you some food; I mean, I’m obviously not gonna use something I don’t have on you.”

“We will later,” she said with a lazy smile, cuddling her. Cuddling. Again with this; she felt like the victim of some kind of sexual prank.

“I wouldn’t have given you a sip if I knew. I mean, between an empty stomach, and all the blood rushing to this thing…”

They both froze when her hand came to rest on the soft skin of Blake’s shaft. It was warm, smooth, and as firm as any she had ever felt. The girl’s fingers curled around the lapel of her leather jacket. 

“Sorry,” Raven whispered.

“It’s fine. I really…” Blake hesitated, then licked her lips and clearly was forcing herself to continue, “I want it. I told you before, I have a few types, but… badass women your age are right at the top.” 

“I thought that was part of your sales pitch.” Blake shook her head, and she had to swallow down her whimper of distress. “Wow… you’d really wanna fuck some old woman?”

“I’d want whatever you want, Raven.” She had even remembered her name. She leaned up to kiss her - and stopped herself. “Oh. I…”

That distressed look in her eyes was enough to make Raven turn and mash their lips together, immediately swiping her tongue over her bottom lip. She had to prove that Blake wasn’t making a mistake this time - that she wanted it, too. Even though her brain was screaming the question “WHY?!” at her the entire time. 

Her friend’s daughter fairly melted as soon as she felt her advances being accepted. She turned more to kiss as deeply as she was being kissed, grasping at her collar for leverage as her knee slid around Raven’s thigh and pressed into the bench between that and its mate. Very close to a core that was burning brighter with each advance, each tease they delivered to each other. She pressed a hand into Blake’s back and another into the back of her thigh to keep her steady as their tongues explored each other, feeling the strings of the fishnets cut into her fingertips.

The worst part was that it was amazing. Part of her had been hoping that kissing a girl - even one with equipment she had experience with - would be terrible, so she could get it out of her system. Forget about Neon, forget about Blake, and embrace being a testy old single woman for the rest of her life. That was not in the cards. Try as she might to dislike this, she knew by now that she wanted more.

Eventually, when she felt Blake’s hips starting to shift impatiently, her hands switched their positions. The one on her thigh moved to her ass, gripping firmly - and prompting a fresh squeal. The other moved down to curl around that smooth, thick implement, letting her thrust into it freely.

“Oooh,” Blake finally breathed when their kiss broke. “You… wow, but… I could use this… on you instead…”

“You could,” she hummed, very tempted by the idea. But she knew it wasn’t right - for more than one reason. “But I got this feeling you haven’t practiced on a pussy yet.”

“Not yet… but you could be my first.”

Throb. Both from the cock between her fingers, and from her own dripping wet need; she loved the sound of that more than she could say. “You’d really…?”

“Absolutely. I think I’d be lucky if you were. Do you want me in there? Would that be alright, even though I don’t really know what I’m doing?”

Yes. A thousand times, yes. But she made herself say, “No, I… don’t think we should.”

“You sure?”

“Mmm, your first time should be somebody more special than me, Shadow,” she breathed against her neck, raking her teeth along the skin - leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake. “I’m just a drunk old bitch who ought to make better life choices. But I could jerk you off, just like this. Or… I could make you cum hard again, the same way you did last time.” 

“You’d blow me?” Blake asked, panting and distracted. In heat, Raven couldn’t help thinking. 

“Yeah, you bet. Wouldn’t be my first time.” 

“Hmm…” She was still thrusting; couldn’t seem to stop. “Nnhh, well, what if we… both do it? I still need to make you a satisfied customer.”

Raven smirked. Unable to believe the words coming out of her own mouth, she said, “Sixty-nine it is. Not that you really have to, I swear.”

“Are you kidding?” And Blake’s smile was as lascivious as many adults had worn in her life when hitting on her. This girl was beyond her years. “I’ve been waiting forever to bury my face in MILF-snatch.”

Raven’s laugh was bawdy and harsh. Blake didn’t seem to mind at all; in fact, she was grinning, thrusting a little harder. Then she was stepping back, standing over Raven. The older woman gave her needy cock a quick little peck before Blake was gently moving her shoulders to the side, laying her back on the bench. And she let her. She felt insane, and very drunk, but she fought the instinct to resist and just allowed herself to be moved into position.

“Let me take care of these,” Blake said as she started to unzip her jeans. Before she could finish, her thigh was being dragged over. “AH! R-Raven!” 

She had forcibly pulled the girl down on top of her, swallowing her meat like she did it every day. She had, once upon a time; she had a husband once, other boyfriends. Ones with whom she had wild, passionate, near-abusive wrestling-sex that had resulted in broken mirrors and bedframes. Foreplay was fun, but her brand was not gentle. 

But she had never done this and heard such cute little whimpers before. For now, Blake’s thighs and hips were squirming all over the place; she knew it was a matter of time before she adapted. Taking advantage, she bobbed her head, wanting more and more. How did she miss this as much as she did? Honestly, she had thought she wasn’t that type of woman who wanted to be used by a man - and she wasn’t. She had always taken control, given them a blow on her own terms. No less than she was doing now.

Blake’s hands became desperate as she struggled to push those jeans off, or at least down enough to get access. Had she washed today? Yes. How thoroughly? Raven tried to put that out of her mind; there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it now, even if she was musty as hell - not that she was. At least, probably not. 

The groaning and enthusiastic “Oh GOD yes” seemed to suggest Blake liked whatever she smelled, so it was a moot point. Then the girl was diving down and leaving open-mouthed kisses all over her. Which she handled fine. She didn’t handle it quite as well when Blake paused to speak again.

“You’re so wet. Must really… have needed…!”

God, she felt like an old idiot. Was she some schoolgirl, getting sloppy, dripping wet from the mere prospect of sex? She moved her own mouth faster, taking Blake into her throat over and over in an attempt to escape thinking about how ashamed she was of her needs, and how obvious they were to the little girl on top of her.

There was no escaping it when Blake really started in on her in earnest. Her thighs fell open for the tongue sliding up and down along her folds, prodding her clit occasionally - causing her entire body to come alive as she gripped the girl’s ass cheeks and practically rammed her into her own throat. She only had to do that for a moment before Blake seemed to take over by instinct, thrusting into her mouth as she devoured her pussy with mounting hunger. Not once in her entire life had she experienced a sixty-nine that legitimately felt this perfectly nasty, this hot.

And it wasn’t going to last much longer. She could tell both of them were almost there; Raven had been turned on from hanging out with the attentive Neon, and Blake had been hard for at least thirty minutes solid by now. Plus she was fucking her throat - full-out ramming into it, and Raven found it was somewhat of a struggle to stay relaxed enough that she didn’t gag. She was just so thick . Not that she didn’t love every inch of that cock; she only wished she could get it deeper.

While her aching clit was being teased over and over by a quickly-learning tongue, prompting more and more whimpers and her own hips twitching from side to side, something came back to her. She wasn’t even sure why… maybe it was because she had opened her eyes, and above that soft sack resting against her face over and over, she could see two plump cheeks bouncing up and down in the semi-darkness. Blake’s ass training. She had apparently been fucked there before… did she like that? Did it do something for her?

Curiosity overtook her hesitance. One hand inched further inward until she could prod a finger between those inviting cheeks, just to see what would happen.

“NNHH!”

“MMHHHGH!” 

Honestly, Raven wasn’t sure which of them had made what noise. Blake had cried out from being teased somewhere she clearly had not expected - and Raven from the very sudden influx of cream into her raw-fucked throat. For the first time in a few minutes, the shame came back, but it didn’t last long; she had always seen swallowing a man’s cum as a sign of her mastery. Not something that said she was a whore, or any other loaded terms men used to put women in their place; it was just proof she knew her way around a cock. She had snared one and brought it low with pure skill, gulped down mouthful after mouthful of seed as thick as the shaft that had produced it, and done it all with a smile. Why should she be ashamed of that?

She came right then, while riding the high of getting Blake off - with the pulsing phallus still resting comfortably inside her throat. Her thighs tightened around Blake’s head and she heard the girl squeak, but she went right back to work eagerly, making sure she rode out the finish instead of leaving her out to dry. At least she was far better than any man in that respect.

When they had finally relaxed a little, taken a breath for a minute, maybe more, Blake finally turned her head to one side. “What… what did you… your finger…?”

Raven chuckled - and the girl groaned, since it was still all around her extra-sensitive dick. With another hum, she slowly pushed Blake’s hips up and let the presence slide from her lips, giving it a little kiss at the tip. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah. Mmm… oh God, it was more than I ever… wow.”

Kissing her thigh, she then said, “I don’t know why I did that. With my finger.”

“Yeah, well, I’m going to have to remember it. Yang and I didn’t try that one. Well… not on each other.”

Good. Somehow, she felt a little better that she hadn’t done the exact same things as her daughter; made things less gross, in her mind, even if not by much. “Like I said, learn somethin’ every day, right?’

“Right. I’m learning a lot. ” Recovering a tiny bit, she got off the bench, wobbled, and turned so she could lay back down on top of her - rightside up. Raven felt her recently-lowered pulse increasing a little again as the trim figure of the girl curled around her, the well-coated, half-hard cock grazing over her pubic hair. “Mmm, that felt nice…”

“What, my pubes?” Blake nodded sleepily. “Mmm, well… glad you could get somethin’ out of it. I just didn’t think I had any reason to clean house when I got up this morning.”

Chuckling a little, she snuggled in harder. “Didn’t think you’d get a trans girl to eat you out? Wow, unprepared.” They both chuckled for a moment as Blake caressed over her chest, fingertips playing over each ridge in the leather. “Honestly, me either. I just… am really, really happy about it.”

“Guess the feeling’s mutual. You did great, kid; I mean that. Blew my mind, and that’s not easy to do at my age.”

“Yeah?” The earnest joy in her features, that huge smile, made it impossible for Raven not to kiss her again. It was tempting to try to get her going a second time, to go further… but they shouldn’t. Even if they could, physically, she knew it was smarter to just enjoy the moment. “Mm… you’re so sweet. Thanks for coming tonight, Miss Nevermind… even if it was just for your friends.” 

“I tagged along for them. I came for you, little Shadow - pretty much just you this year. It was damn good. I’ll rate this place five stars, for sure.”

They both chuckled again, relaxing into the bench for a few minutes and basking in their unexpectedly beautiful afterglow. Right up until they were interrupted.

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WARNING: NSFW with butt stuff.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! Have some smuuut!

                                   CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Showering didn't take particularly long — this time. Though Ai had asked Rise to let her clean herself in peace for a moment, so she rinsed off and got in the tub early… and pointedly didn't pay attention to the way Ai was going to town on her undercarriage. Now that she thought about it, she could understand why; they were about to do a lot of exploration of that particular region. Who wouldn't want to make sure they were presentable?

"You're excited," Rise teased as they lingered by the door.

"Ugh, that's why I said this was unfair," she sighed as she let her hand drift down to cover her partial erection. "You get a free indicator; I have to guess."

"But she's my favourite," she pouted as she reached down to tease the little head even more, in spite of Ai's hand covering her. She closed her eyes and sighed, which let Rise know her action hadn't been entirely unwelcome. "Okay, okay, we'll get changed. Just reminding you that you don't have to be ashamed of her or anything. Not with me."

"Yeah, yeah. Leave her alone for a minute so we can do this sexy boudoir thing you wanted to do." When Rise deflated slightly, even though it had not been all that serious, Ai still pressed her fingertip into her nose. "And I also want to do."

"You sure? I don't wanna just twist your arm into… whatever."

Ai's smile was so soft. Everyone should see her this way; Rise was convinced. "Very."

"Kay. Then I'll see you soon!"

Then the door was shutting. Rise had left a very sweet and feminine article in the bag — for Ai. Even though she wasn't all that interested in "being the boy", she thought it might be nice if she could let her girlfriend inhabit the especially girly role for this particular activity. Besides, the bra and panty set she had selected were still very sensual — and revealing, since they did absolutely nothing to cover certain areas of her anatomy.

"Okay… oh shit." She cracked open the door. "BABE!"

"Did you just call me 'babe'?!" Ai demanded with a laugh. "Also, what?"

"Can you hand me my, uh… equipment?"

That only made Ai laugh louder. However, she could hear footfalls approaching the door until the box was poked through the gap. "There. And I can tell you have this whole scene playing out in your head, so I don't mind helping you."

"Oh, you're just sooo smart."

"Weren't you the one who told me I was smart just a few minutes ago?"

"Leave me alone!"

Rise found herself somewhat confounded by her purchase for a minute or two. It was a harness, sure, but she didn't have any experience with them. However, in the end she had it slung around her hips and thighs, the smallest of its attachments jutting out in front of her.

"I look like a boy," she breathed to herself, an odd little thrill of uncertainty running through the pit of her stomach. But she didn't let herself focus on that for long; Ai was waiting for her. Taking a deep breath, she turned off the light and opened the door.

If Venus was real, that would have been her, standing in the center of their hotel room wearing a playfully short nightie, sheer enough that Rise could see vague shapes through the material. So beautiful that she put goddesses to shame. When she saw her approaching, her expression turned uncharacteristically shy as she fidgeted with her fingers, staring down at her feet.

"Took you long enough." Ah — there was the real Ai Ebihara.

"Hey there, little girl," she purred, sounding way too chipper and bubbly to really sell that she was a creepy old man. Luckily for both of them, since that was not desirable in the slightest. "Um… I don't know if you really want the whole experience. Or even what that is."

Shrugging, she played with the hem of her nightie as she looked up at her. "I'm… not really sure, either. Just don't try to be a boy; that's weird. I'm not into it."

"Okay! Then, um…" She cleared her throat and stepped closer. "Are you ready for me?"

"Yeah." Licking her lips, she glanced around before whispering even quieter, "How do you want me? Hands and knees?"

"Mmm… no, no I don't think so." She reached up to caress over her shoulders and neck, watching her long eyelashes flutter. "I want to be able to see you."

Ai swallowed hard, raising a hand to rest on Rise's forearm. The shared contact was nice; their connection was so strong that she loved feeling it out. "Yeah? Well… then I'll…"

As hard as it was not to reach between Ai's legs when they were standing together, it became even harder once she laid down on her back, knees awkwardly leaning together and hair spilling out to one side of her head. Looking far too sweet. Rise could have devoured her then and there, but she had a mission — one that required she kneel down to one side of her shapely legs.

"How are you the hottest girl in school? Like… even with Yukiko and me there, you're definitely the hottest. And I get to date you. It's crazy."

"I'm also really humble, so watch it with all this flattery." They both laughed — until Rise's lips made contact with Ai's collarbone. "Oooh… and you're talking about me being hot? Damn…"

Eventually, she worked her way down to between Ai's hips. Normally she might have stayed there a long time, but she contented herself with a few open-mouthed kisses against the girth of the shaft hidden beneath layers of clothing before she moved lower. Her sack was so soft and inviting, right up until she felt the small spheres inside resisting the advance of her lips. All the while, her girlfriend squirmed and sighed, but made no comments; she seemed to want to let Rise do whatever she wanted.

Which, as it turned out, was progressing further than she had anticipated.

"Whoa, wait, y- that's not- you don't have to go there," she hissed at her. "That's fucking nasty! I'd never ask you to do that for me!"

"I'm not doing it because you asked," Rise chuckled with a soft smile up at her lover, her most precious friend. "I wanna. And I wanna see how you respond when I do."

As Ai nodded, she began to push her thighs up; the legs bent amiably to let her in. Yes, it seemed she was also wearing a crotchless panty beneath as well; it rode just high enough that it left her cock free. Would she need to move them? As it turned out, no; they were open enough in the back that she could easily see that darkened skin that signalled how close she was getting to her intended goal.

"You have such a pretty pussy," she whispered against that rigid shaft. That was fun to know, as well; apparently Ai really was excited. They had discussed how sometimes a hard-on didn't mean she wanted it, but in this case… all signs pointed to not only "yes" but "please" and "now if at all possible".

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah." She kissed one of her cheeks as she spread her further. "I love it — I love you. And all I want is to get in here and make you feel good."

"Then…" Ai had to swallow down her anxiety before she could finish. "Go ahead. Destroy me."

With a soft giggle, she just whispered, "You got it," before diving in to press her lips against that cute little opening.

It was different than she had expected. Part of her thought this was going to be really hot, and part of her thought it would be as disgusting as she had imagined putting one's mouth back there to be. Instead, it was both and neither. A little strange and strong, but not nearly as offensive as she expected — in fact, she could get used to it if it were toned down a little. No — she wasn't here to think about it at length, she was here to make Ai feel good! Closing her eyes, she let her tongue slide out to press into that perfect little star.

"Ohhhh GOD, that's so hard to get used to!" Ai burst out immediately, thighs squirming. Somehow, she kept herself from closing them, or trying to push Rise away; she appreciated how difficult that was. It had been much the same when Ai went down on her, after all. "Do you hate it?"

"Mmm, not hate, no. It's definitely different. Um…" She had been about to bring up the lube, but decided against it. Just this once, she wanted to actually go down on her girlfriend's opening without any assistance, anything in the way. The real experience.

Which she definitely got. The taste only got stronger the more she pressed her tongue past the tightly-clenched opening — which began to give, a little at a time, just as it had for her finger before. She found it fascinating that as strong as the taste was, it wasn't bad per se. Shouldn't it have been?! Maybe, if not for the bath. But no, it was just a new experience she hadn't enjoyed before.

Ai seemed less scared of this now. Even though the tongue was new, she had been nearly terrified the previous occasions she played with her back there; the fear lingered but no longer overwhelmed. Rise was pleased she was beginning to show her that they could be together without it being a harrowing ordeal.

"Ohhh, I can't believe you're doing this to me," Ai panted once she could really begin to feel that tongue deep inside her — feel it moving back and forth. "Mm!" was all Rise could respond, obviously. It was strange, but in a way it was similar to kissing; she just had to remember not to breathe as often because the air was harder to come by. Testicles kept bumping down onto her nose, and it was so very tempting to giggle and snort, but somehow she managed to resist. For her.

A minute or two later, she pulled back to breathe. "Okay… you're pretty loose now. Should I try a finger? And then…?"

"Yeah. Use the lube — get me all… prepared inside." Ai swallowed hard and looked away. "This is crazy… I really thought I would be doing this with a boy, how did I ever think I could handle a real dick?"

"You could have," Rise reassured her softly as she squeezed a little of the lube onto her middle fingertip. It was so cold! But she didn't warn Ai; just pushed it up against that opening firmly, trying not to tease too much.

"AH! God, you could have warmed- ohhh, that's so weird!"

"Weird-bad, or just weird?"

"It's fine… ohhhhh now you're…"

Neither of them said much for a minute or so as the finger slowly pressed inside. Though they had tried this already, it did feel a little different with this thick, viscous fluid now easing the way. Ai opened up so smoothly that Rise almost forgot they had expected this to be something of a challenge.

"You're so cute," Rise commented with a small smile as she watched her girlfriend writhe back and forth, covering her mouth with one hand, eyelids fluttering. Then she noticed something else: "Oh — does it not… feel good?"

"Wha… what? You… huh?"

"This." She leaned down to kiss her half-hard cock. "You were harder before."

"Oh… I, um… without you teasing it, I kind of…" She cleared her throat. "Pounding me in the ass feels different, I… I guess. Not the same kind of pleasure? I don't know how to… explain…"

So Rise quickly shook her head and said, "It's okay! I just… didn't want to keep doing it if you hate it."

"Please, don't stop," Ai reassured her with a weak smile, even while her hips squirmed eagerly. The muscles always pulsing around her finger felt so strange to Rise, probably because she had never felt anything quite like that before.

But she intended to feel a lot more. Mostly because Ai asked, but also because she just loved seeing her sweet senpai coming undone. Over and over, she slid the finger in and out as she started caressing the other hand over her package. It did firm up a tiny bit more from the attention, but still not all the way to its full glory.

"Okay," she sighed some time later. "Ready?"

The way Ai looked up at her with flushed, tear-streaked cheeks shouldn't have been as hot as it was. That was so debauched and depraved! Yet she couldn't look away, couldn't pretend she didn't love that she was the only human being on the planet who got to reduce this proud force of nature to a squealing bitch. Made her feel strong, powerful — and definitely turned on herself.

"Y-yeah… mmhhh! Rise, I'm gonna…!"

Gonna what? Could she have an orgasm inside like normal women? She could almost believe that… but decided to focus on the moment instead of speculating. "Can I pull out?"

"Y-yeah…" When she did, Ai practically lost it, arching her back all the way off the futon. "OH FUCK."

"Sorry!" she hissed as she used Ai's towel to wipe off her finger. Lucky it was still there instead of in the bathroom. Then she picked up the lube and put a little more on the black implement protruding from her own mons.

"Thank you," Ai panted as she watched. "I'm… really nervous about having something besides a finger up there, to be honest. Good to see you're ready."

Smiling gently as she knelt in front of her again, she said, "Lady K helped a lot. Really knows her stuff! I almost wanna call her again to thank her, but…"

"But?"

"But I'm worried she thinks I'm a booty call," she admitted with rosy cheeks.

Which definitely got Ai smirking. She knew admitting these things were only going to get her ridiculed, but she couldn't seem to help being honest with her favourite prima donna. "Are you? Every time that bitch comes up, you act like a smitten little girl who's hot for teacher."

"Creepy. But… I guess a little, maybe? I don't think I even like her as much as Narukami-senpai, and he can't hold a candle to you anymore." Well, that may have been an exaggeration; still, present company had definitely overtaken the top spot.

"But you'd still be down if she asked you?" Rise just whimpered, which made her girlfriend laugh and sit up on her elbows slightly. "It's cool, you know."

"No, it's not, Ebi-chan. I don't… I don't wanna cheat on you."

That made her sit up a little more. "I wasn't… like, that wasn't me accusing you. Just saying that I'm not gonna try to be that jealous bitch who won't let you have any friends. I mean, it comes super naturally, but… I gotta work on trusting. No time like the present to start. If you wanted to let her teach you a few tricks, like, do whatever."

"Oh," Rise breathed in mild surprise. "Well… I mean, thank you? But I-"

"Just don't fall in love. That would really piss me off."

Letting out a soft laugh, she smiled down at Ai as she moved into position. She had to start teasing her back or she would just self-destruct in an explosion of angst and self-doubt; she had to put on a brave face. "Ohhh, I don't think I could. You're pretty much the only bitch I want to fuck with this big cock of mine."

That worked. Ai was so surprised by Rise's unprecedented word choices that she could only blink at her with her mouth hanging slightly open. It was so cute that she almost forgot she had a job to do. A moment later, of course, she did, and pressed the tip against that inviting back door.

Everything seemed to change. As often as that happened in their lives lately, she somehow could sense when she began pushing slowly into Ai's firm cheeks that their relationship was turning a corner; they wouldn't be the same inexperienced girls ever again. Rise felt her eyes widening as she watched that shaft begin to disappear, a fraction of an inch at a time — saw hips twitch in response, pink sack and semi-firm shaft jiggling… heard whines of mingling alarm and pleasure getting caught in Ai's throat and turning into gurgles. She almost felt sorry for her.

Still… it was really hot. Rise could feel her own sex burning up at the thought of switching positions, or even just touching herself while she did this for Ai. But that wasn't what she really wanted; her girlfriend deserved to be the center of attention sometimes.

"WHOA! S-slow down!" Ai gasped out desperately, pressing her foot into Rise's stomach to keep her from advancing. "M-my ass… mhh, I'm… it's a LOT, holy shit…"

"Mmhhh, you look amazing, baby," she purred, still trying to sound a little more dominant than she normally was. It was fun, getting to slip into that role; being one of many possible Rise Kujikawas.

The one that she had seen a dark reflection of once upon a time. Just because she had embraced that as a part of her didn't mean she was ready to fully accept it at the time… but it was true, she had the capacity to be much more forward, much more lewd than she typically wanted to be. Seeing Lady K control her own destiny so effectively had given her a glimpse of what it would be like if she brought that taboo dream into the realm of reality. Why not test that out?

"You… you're really gonna fuck me." Ai licked her lips and began to shift her hips a little. "Okay. I… I think maybe… I'm ready."

With a playfully sweet smile, she picked up her ankle and whispered, "Then I need to be able to move forward." She pulled upward and kissed the tip of each toe in turn, and she looked past to see Ai wearing the most adorably overcome expression she had ever seen. She looked like… where had she seen it before? Oh, she knew where: Yukiko when she looked at Chie. Ai had achieved the deepest level of adoration that could be reached by any human being.

"What?"

"You… always know… how to…" More tears slipped down the sides of her face.

"Ebi-chan?"

"I'm okay," she said in a strangled voice, trying for a weak smile. "Really. You just make me feel beautiful in a way nobody ever has. I love you so much."

"I love you, too. You have my whole heart." Then she kissed the ball of her foot…

...while her hips pushed forward all the way in a single thrust.

"AAAAH!"

"What?!" she asked immediately, her concern spiking without any time wasted.

"I'm okay!" Ai panted shakily, even if she sounded less certain this time. "I… I mean… it's so huge in there, but I'm good! I promise! Mmhhh, Rise!"

That was almost enough to get the pop star to climax then and there, without any direct stimulation. Why couldn't Yu slide in behind her to pay her body a little attention while she worked on Ai? Lady K would also have been acceptable — and she felt herself blushing again just at that thought being in her own head. She was really losing it lately. Since when did she turn into a complete and total slut?!

No. She had a job to do, and her lover needed her to be focused. Even though glancing down at where that dildo was buried in Ai made her blush darker, she still was able to make her hips move. Ever the professional.

Watching Ebihara get fucked was far hotter than it had any right to be. The more vigorous her thrusting became, the more her tits bounced — and that beautiful cock she had become so fond of flopped around, up and down, from side to side. It was almost funny, except she could feel moisture running down the insides of her own legs that was no laughing matter.

"Is… is it good?" she finally asked weakly as she held onto her ankles for dear life. "Am I doing this right?!"

The only response she got was the neediest, highest moan she had ever heard from her girlfriend — including when she got her bent over the side of the tub. Had she ever seen her nipples that hard? She threaded her fingers through her toes on one foot and started pressing downward, trying to open her up more-

"OH GOD!" she burst out. "RISE! I didn't… think… deeper! How?!"

Robbing Ai Ebihara of the power of speech. Truly a miracle.

Of course, when she had been pounding her for about two minutes and she was still just moaning and panting, completely losing her mind, Rise finally had to lick her lips and ask a pertinent question. "Do… you need me to touch you?"

"Mmhh! You… don't even have to!" she groaned as she groped her own chest, glistening brow furrowed. "Holy shit, I… I've never felt this… fucking amazing my whole life!"

Even though she wasn't sure why, she started pounding her even harder. Maybe just to make Ai feel even better; maybe because instinctively, she thought she would receive more pleasure from it as well, despite not being able to feel what was happening to that shaft lashed around her hips. Either way, Ai stopped being able to talk once she had.

Until… "OH GOD!"

"Yes?"

"It's… it's coming!" she squealed as her hips squirmed all over, trying to flee from the relentless sensations. "I- I don't know how! You- what is HAPPENING?!"

A little alarmed, Rise kept slamming her hips in but still felt compelled to ask, "Are you sure you're okay?! Ebi-chan!"

"YES! It's so good! I-"

The noise she loosed when she came was so loud and powerful that Rise could feel her ears ringing afterward. What a goddess; back arched and hair spilling out around her head as she clawed at the tatami and futon, toes clamping around Rise's fingers and legs spread all the way for her lover as she took that relentless punishment willingly. Gratefully. And the most interesting part?

No climax. Well, clearly she had, but the usual evidence was missing; a few drops had fallen up onto the hem of her nightie but not nearly the full load she had been expecting. She would have to ask about that later. For now, she just kept right on slamming into that poor, well-punished little ass until told otherwise.

"Okay, stop stop stop!" Ai finally panted soon after. Rise did, holding deep inside as Ai caught her breath. "Ohhh… oh my God, that was… amazing… how do you do that?"

"I… have no idea," she said honestly with a shaky laugh, rubbing her thumb in a small circle on the side of Ai's foot as she watched her expression intently. "Did… did you finish?"

"Uhh, yes?! What did you think all that was, a practice run?"

Blushing bright red, she smiled and whispered, "I'm glad. I just… just wanted to make you feel amazing for once."

"Oh, Rise… you always make me feel amazing. Including today. And I have got a lot of things to explain when my… brain is working again, but for now? For right now, I love you so fucking much, Kujikawa!"

And that was enough. Just knowing she had done this right the first time was a badge of honour she would always carry with her. Forever.

                                  To Be Continued…