Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content.

Chapter 46

Weiss felt her mind go blank as Blake's tongue touched her skin, licking a short line between her shoulder and the base of her skull. Weiss had once asked if Blake's tongue was rough like a cat's, during a late night bonding session where they asked each other all the potentially offensive questions they had about their respective races. Blake had merely grinned, taking and licking the back of her hand as Weiss giggled and blushed. Innocent, childish and pure, absolutely nothing like this. Though normal as a human tongue, it still sent a wave of heat through Weiss' being. She felt Ruby shift in her arms, Blake's movements disturbing her slumber, but found herself stifling a gasp as Blake slid a bare leg between her thighs.

"Hmm, warm." Blake hummed. She squeezed Weiss' breast, and the girl could not help but moan softly.

"Weiss?" Ruby asked.

Looking down Weiss could barely make out Ruby's face in the dark. But right now it could have been a blinding beacon, here in bed, one love of her life caressing her body, the other in her arms, Weiss did what she had been dreaming of for months. She leaned down to meet the redhead in a fiery kiss. Ruby yelped, but quickly relaxed into her lips, shifting a little so Blake's ministrations were not stifled by her presence. Weiss bucked onto Blake's leg, the warmth below steadily turning into an ache as Blake's hand kneaded and squeezed her breasts, pinching hardened nipples through the silk. Weiss caught Ruby's lip between her teeth after a particularly harsh pinch, a ragged moan and gasp escaping. Ruby could only whimper, her hands clutching the hem of Weiss' nighty.

"Mng, sorry." Weiss managed.

"More." Ruby begged.

Weiss obliged, meeting Ruby in another aggressive kiss, nibbling and biting her lips raw before peppering them in more kisses. She felt Ruby's hands slip beneath the fabric, sliding over her stomach until, with a jolt, they covered her breasts. Blake's hand fell free as Ruby began, much more gently massaging the delicate flesh, almost reverent in her exploration. Weiss almost lost herself in the feeling until Blake trailed her nails down her stomach, settling on the hem of her panties, teasing, tormenting, the ache between her legs a raging inferno.

"Blake, please." Weiss pleaded.

"It would be a shame to ruin them." Blake teased.

Weiss bucked onto Blake's leg once more. "Tear them off!" She growled.

Blake chuckled, grasping the delicate garment in both hands and snapping it easily. Weiss sighed as the fabric pulled free from her lower lips, then hitched as Blake's nails trailed through the small patch of hair she maintained.

"I always wondered what you kept down here…" Blake whispered.

"Blake please ju-ngh!" Weiss started. Blake's index finger made contact with her clit and Weiss tensed, her own hands having traveled down Ruby's back to rest on her rear, where her nails dug deeply into their cushion.

"I think it's adorable." Blake moaned. "Ruby keeps herself wild, don't you Ruby?"

Ruby hummed, moving her hands from Weiss' chest to pull her nighty further up. Weiss did not feel like removing her hands, they were quite comfortable groping Ruby, so the garment remained bunched beneath her arms as Ruby began feathering kisses across bared skin. "I trim." Ruby corrected. "It makes me look mature."

Weiss felt her eyes roll back as Blake used another finger to gently stroke her slit, a meek whimper escaping her lips, followed by a gasp as Ruby's lips made contact with her right nipple, tongue circling it in an erotic kiss.

"How do you feel?" Blake asked.

"Ngh, amazing, more, please." Weiss panted. She slipped her hands beneath the hem of Ruby's pyjamas to properly grasp her rear, holding on for dear life as Blake's fingers hastened. She could hear how wet she had become, mingled with the wet sounds of Ruby's worship. She could feel the saliva on her chest cool in the frigid air, but it only made the sheer warmth of her lovers all the more blissful. "Ruby, I can't touch Blake."

"I can wait." Blake declared.

"But-" Weiss tried to protest.

"Focus on each other." Blake commanded. She punctuated this by parting Weiss' lower lips, and slipping her index finger within. Weiss muffled her moan in Ruby's hair, her nails almost drawing blood as she attempted to ride the intruding digit. But Blake kept a steady place, slowly easing in, far slower than Weiss would prefer. She could take it faster, but for now she was content that she could take it at all, and chose to focus on Ruby, who still suckled loyally at her teat.

A shudder went through Weiss' body as that thought conjured many...taboo implications, and she released her grip to grasp the hem of Ruby's bottoms, and yank them down. Ruby helped kick them off, and hooked her leg around Weiss', borderline straddling her as they hastily freed themselves from their tops. All the while Blake slipped a second finger within, ever so carefully minding her nails as she curled them, exploring, probing for that one, magical spot."

"Ngh ohmyGod!" Weiss gasped, nearly biting Ruby's lip again as Blake found her most sensitive area. She could feel the Faunus smile against her skin, but mercifully she did not persist, instead beginning to gently pump her fingers. Weiss regained her senses to reach downward once more, hands sliding over Ruby's rear, almost brushing past her...forbidden entrance...Weiss was not sure how Ruby felt about that yet, it was better to be safe than ruin the mood.

Ruby squeaked when Weiss' fingers made contact, wasting no time as she synced her movements to Blake's, stroking Ruby's sodden lips before pressing inward, massaging deeper and deeper until both she and Ruby were a quivering, whimpering mess, lips locked, tongues dancing as they rode closer and closer to climax. But Weiss had a headstart, and between Blake's steady rhythm and Ruby's explorations, she soon found herself clinging both to and within Ruby, burying her face in Ruby's neck as a steady wave of bliss built within her nethers.

Blake curled her fingers once more, stimulating her most sensitive area, and Weiss felt the world explode, convulsing in her lovers' arms as her orgasm sent shocks of pleasure through her being. Though generally silent, Weiss had a tendency to be vocal in the throes of bliss, and vocal she was, even muffled in Ruby's shoulder her choked moans filled the room. All the while Blake kept up her steady thrusting, drawing out Weiss' euphoria until she came down from the high.

"Stop, Blake stop." Weiss beseeched. Hypersensitive, Blake's fingers drew another whimper from Weiss as they were pulled free. She continued to catch her breath, huddled into Ruby's chest. She heard the smacking of lips behind her.

"Mmm, you taste good too." Blake purred. An aftershock ran through Weiss' body, and the reality of what had just happened sunk in. She began to giggle. "What?" Ruby soon joined, the cheesy line and surprised look on Blake's face setting her off. Blake felt her face heat up. "Oh shut up, I was trying to be...erotic."

Weiss and Ruby laughed harder, shaking in each other's arms. Blake huffed, then grinned, reach up and raking her claws down Weiss' back. Firmly. "OooArhohahehehehe...heh...I'm sorry."

"Hmm, sure you are...how were we?" Blake asked.

Weiss chuckled, noting her position, she placed a kiss on one of her breasts. "Wonderful...I...can't feel my toes...does Blake use her nails inside you too?"

"It's awesome isn't it?" Ruby asked.

"You enjoyed that?" Blake pressed.

"I loved it so fucking much." Weiss confirmed.

"I was trying to avoid it...I didn't know you were such a masochist." Blake explained.

"Well you never asked." Weiss noted.

Blake pressed herself against Weiss once more, slipping her arms back around Weiss' stomach. "Makes me wonder what else you're into."

Ruby gasped as Weiss' fingers suddenly curled within her. "Oh Weiss, you're still inside me."

"Did you finish?" Weiss asked.

"No-ngh!" Ruby began to answer just as Weiss started thrusting her fingers once more.

"Then I'm not done with you yet." Weiss smirked. She pulled Ruby into an aggressive kiss, biting her lip before withdrawing, craning her neck to just barely meet Blake's smoldering gaze. "Let's spoil Ruby some, shall we?"

Blake grinned, pulling her arms free to move behind the whimpering girl, and reaching around to fondle her chest. "Ruby's been such a good girl, haven't you?" Ruby moaned in agreement.

"Would you like to cum?" Weiss asked. Ruby's response was cut off by a whine as Blake's fingers began toying with her nipples.

"I think she wants to be teased." Blake suggested.

Weiss chuckled, spreading her fingers within, much to Ruby's pleasure. "Is that what you want Ruby?"

Ruby sobbed, Blake digging her claws into the soft swell of her breasts. "We can tease you all night."

"Please…" Ruby begged.

"Please what Ruby?" Weiss teased.

"Please tease you?" Blake added.

"I wanna'..." Ruby shuddered.

Weiss felt Ruby's warmth constrict, and she stilled her fingers. "You wanna?"

"C-cum, please, I wanna' cum, please make me cum, please mistress!" Ruby replied.

Well, when asked so nicely, how could they refuse?

Yang properly flexed her prosthetic arm for the first time. It was a little sluggish, but at least it was working. Once the rest of the limiters were removed in a few weeks, it would be just as snappy and powerful as her natural limb had been. Without the sling Yang could finally explore the arm's full range of motion. It was a little shocking how far the elbow could bend backwards, and she could not think of any practical applications for it to do so, but it was still cool. The wrist too had been given a freer range of motion, now able to rotate completely around. That might have some entertaining uses.

"How does it feel?" Winter asked.

"Pretty good." Yang replied. "Still sort of feels like I just slept on it, but it's a little better than it was."

"Good, good." Winter nodded. She tapped at the diagnostic scroll, relaying Yang's answers back to the engineers in Atlas. "Any pain, in your shoulder or the arm itself?"

"The stump still itches a little." Yang answered. "It's a hell of a lot better than it was though, and nothing I'd classify as pain."

"What about phantom pains?" Pyrrha asked. "Are you still having them?"

Yang paused, thinking hard. "Ya' know, I haven't had 'em since I had this installed." Yang declared. "This is...this is awesome!"

"That's great!" Pyrrha cheered. "Maybe we can stop the painkillers now."

"Don't be hasty." Winter warned. "Cutting her off cold turkey could cause issues. Better to ween her slowly."

"I'd say that process has already started." Yang noted. "I haven't taken them in...what, like three days?"

"Hmm...well, back to the task at hand." Winter refocused. Yang desperately tried to suppress a laugh. "That was a pun, wasn't it?" Winter sighed. "Damnit. Anyway, is there anything of note you'd like me to send along? Strange sensations? Technical issues? Questions?"

"Nope, seems to be working fine." Yang shook her head.

"Very good." Winter smiled.

"Oh, wait, can I start sleeping with it on?" Yang asked.

"Not for another week." Winter advised.

Yang sighed. "Can't really see it as the real deal until I can wear it all the time, even if sleeping with it is uncomfortable."

"Soon Yang." Pyrrha encouraged, laying a hand on her shoulder.

"I know, I'm just...so excited." Yang explained. "Now that I have my arm back, I want to do everything! I want to lift weights and-"

"Absolutely not." Pyrrha cut her off. "You're not stressing it until the connection's fully healed."

"Fine." Yang grumbled. "I guess I'll just go move boxes or something-"

"No!" Pyrrha demanded. "No lifting! Just wait two weeks."

"You could still do serious damage if you abuse it." Winter warned. "Take it easy, just for a little longer."

"This is so stupid." Yang complained. "It feels fine, and all these limitations suck. Ugh, forget it."

"Instead of focusing on what you can't do, focus on what you can do." Summer advised. "Maybe - and I hate to suggest this - maybe play around with Raven's knife. That'll keep you occupied."

"I'm not a child that can be distracted by shiny toys, even if they're sweet knives." Yang huffed.

"And here I was going to jingle my keys." Pyrrha giggled.

"Now she's a comedian." Yang rolled her eyes. "That scooter of yours is funnier than any joke you can come up...wait a second. Holy shit. I have two arms. I can ride again! I mean, I don't have a bike, but I can totally ride now! I've been dying to get out there!"

"You can borrow my funny little scooter whenever you like." Pyrrha offered. "Though you have said in the past that you'd rather...what was it…"

"If I remember correctly, I said I'd rather suck a bag of dicks than be seen piloting that abomination." Yang smirked. Summer and Winter seemed unfazed, but Pyrrha flinched at the vulgarity. "But that was then. Now I just want to ride something. Let's go into town! Let's go shopping! I'll go wherever you want, as long as I get to drive."

"That's a great idea." Pyrrha approved. "Maybe we could even go look at real bikes. Once the settlement money comes in you should be able to afford a new one."

"That does sound pretty awesome, and maybe I can talk you into getting a real motorcycle." Yang chuckled.

"I've never really been a fan of those crazy racing bikes you love so much." Pyrrha noted. "I prefer my transportation to be more laid back."

"Says the person who drives a car that could disintegrate at any moment." Yang scoffed. "There's no more terrifying way to do the speed limit."

"Milo's great, and totally reliable!" Pyrrha protested. "So the exhaust pipe fell off once. It was only once!"

"Hold on, Milo?" Winter asked. "You named your car?"

"Um...yes…" Pyrrha admitted meekly.

"That's so cute." Winter smiled. "And Milo is such a delightful name."

"It's absolutely adorable." Summer added. "I named my first car too. I called it Tai because the engine ran a little rough, and at just the right speed it would make me feel-"

"And now it's creepy." Yang groaned. "Tell me Milo isn't some weird Mistrali sex thing."

"It means speak." Pyrrha declared. "I named it that because of the beautiful purr of its engine."

"You mean the screech and rattle?" Yang teased.

Pyrrha pouted. "Leave Milo alone!"

Yang piloted the scooter into town, the wind weakly blowing through her hair as she pushed the machine to its underwhelming maximum speed. To drive such a puny joke of a vehicle was embarrassing, but that feeling was mostly mitigated by Pyrrha's being pressed tightly against Yang's back, arms wrapped firmly around her waist. Yang's new arm was performing flawlessly, and though the moped's engine was barely powerful enough to get the pair up a gentle slope, it did have enough kick to elicit some adorable squeaks from a nervous Pyrrha. Upon arriving at the town's main street, Yang pulled into a parking space. She and Pyrrha stepped off, removed their helmets and affixed them to the scooter.

"That was...better than nothing I guess." Yang sighed. "I need a real bike."

"I didn't think it was physically possible to drive my scooter like a maniac, but you proved me wrong." Pyrrha noted. "I don't think I could handle riding a real bike with you."

"What if I let you drive?" Yang asked.

"Hmm...that could work." Pyrrha thought aloud. "I'm still not a big fan of flashy bikes."

"Yellow's not your color huh?" Yang smirked. "I'm sure the perfect motorcycle for you is out there somewhere."

"Akouo is perfect for me." Pyrrha declared.

"Akouo...oh God, you named your scooter too." Yang burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

"I need to keep my stupid mouth shut." Pyrrha groaned.

"So, where to first?" Yang asked. "Beacon Athletics Outlet? Adel Apparel? Ye Olde Sex Shoppe?"

"I'd actually like to visit the Sex Shoppe." Pyrrha replied. "I kind of...uh...want to get us a little...surprise."

Yang's jaw dropped. Flabbergasted, she struggled to form coherent speech. "Who are you and what did you do with the real Pyrrha?"

"Come on Yang, I'm just trying...to try new things." Pyrrha said. "And it's not fair that you always have to provide the toys."

"You want me to come in or-" Yang started.

"No, wait outside." Pyrrha cut in. "Like I said, I want it to be a surprise."

"Will you even be able to find your way around in there?" Yang asked.

"I'm sure the clerk will help." Pyrrha noted. "Besides, I have a pretty good idea of what I'm looking for."

"You're full of surprises, ya know?" Yang smirked. "Sexy, sexy surprises."

Yang waited outside as Pyrrha ventured into the adult store. She took quite some time, longer than Yang would have anticipated. Pyrrha was probably just working up the courage to bring her purchase to the register. Or she was totally lost. No matter. Yang attempted to play a game on her scroll, but found it did not pick up her prosthetic's inputs well. It was good enough for dialing numbers, typing texts or surfing the web, but the rapid, exact movements required by the game were beyond the capability of the interface. With or without gloves, the device struggled to register her taps and swipes, and finally Yang gave up. Luckily Pyrrha did not take much longer.

"What'd ya' get?" Yang asked as Pyrrha exited the store carrying a non-descript bag. From the way the plastic stretched it appeared to contain two boxes.

"You'll have to wait and see." Pyrrha replied, in her best seductive tone. It was hesitant and nervous, but Yang found it alluring all the same. "So, where to next?"

"I think I need some new gloves." Yang answered. "The new arm and my scroll don't play well together. It'd be nice to have something cooler than the boring brown glove it came with too. All the gloves I have at home are either heavy ones for cold weather or fingerless. Neither really help."

"Alright then." Pyrrha nodded. "Lead the way."

Stopping at a number of shops, Yang picked up several pairs of new gloves - grippy gloves, gloves meant to work with scrolls, even fancier designs for special occasions. While shopping, Yang selected a few new outfits as well. Pyrrha did not stand idly by either, purchasing a new pair of sneakers and some underwear, surprisingly ornate and sexy underwear from Yang's point of view. By the time they finished, the sun had dipped low in the sky, turning it a mixture of reds, oranges and yellows. Yang and Pyrrha walked to the nearby park and sat on a bench, facing the colorful natural spectacle.

"Last time I was here was one of my worst days." Yang reminisced. "I was feeling like total shit, worthless, unwanted. Now, now I feel pretty damn good. You can say it's down to the new arm, or a new outlook, but really, it's thanks to you. Without you, well, I'd probably still be at home in bed, crying about how unfair everything is, how life was shit and always would be. Hell, I might even be dead. You gave me-"

"Yang, I don't deserve credit for this." Pyrrha protested. "With or without me, you were always going to turn things around. I just gave you a little push in the right direction. And I have at least as much to thank you for as-"

"There you go again, always being so modest." Yang chuckled. Pyrrha was about to say something but Yang silenced her with a kiss. It was short and sweet, but not lacking in passion. "Now, what do you say we head home, have some dinner, then snuggle up and watch a sappy movie?"

"I thought you'd be chomping at the bit to try out my surprise." Pyrrha smirked.

"Ooh, now you're the impatient one." Yang teased. "I'm loving the role reversal." She paused. "Hold on, is it a literal bit? Because Ruby's more into that sort of thing than I am."

"I've made progress Yang, but I'm still not nearly as freaky as your sister." Pyrrha laughed.

Yang smiled. "I'm not sure if I should be disappointed or relieved."