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Perk Package Concept Story 1: Involves Yang and Blake.
Perks: Double-Time, Ghost, Ninja
As Hunters and Huntresses in Training, one of the big things that all the professors were making sure that they were improving on was the evolution of their semblances. When they all first arrived, their semblances were figured out. And while that was a good thing, as knowing what your semblance does kind of help with your combat style, not everyone knew what the limits of their semblances was (Except for Jaune, who doesn’t even know what his semblance does and thus none of this applied to him.)
Team RWBY was no exception. However, as they were still in their first year, that was sort of difficult as there was a ceiling they needed to get through to achieve the next step. Ruby was trying different things, experimenting with things such as running upside down or at angles, while Weiss attempted different dust combinations that she hadn’t tried before. Some of that trial was with Ruby’s help and for the most part ended in of the spectacular explosions.
Yang was making more progress as part of her problem was stamina. Her semblance, when active, only had a short timer and increasing the time she was a powerful destroyer of everything would help massively in heavy Grimm clearance and she had gone from being in her semblance from forty-five seconds, to around a minute thirty. It was a massive improvement and had won her many combat sessions in Professor Goodwitch’s Combat Class.
But the person who had seemingly gotten past that ceiling already, and had some sort of mastery of her semblance, was Blake. The one current sitting at her desk, one leg crossed over the other, as she watched herself whispering things into Yang’s ears and having her blushing scarlet.
Blake’s time in the White Fang wasn’t the best time, at all, but one of the things she had to work on if for nothing else other than survival was the limits she hit with her semblance and getting past those. Gaining mastery of her semblance and being able to do more than her ‘ceiling.’ She had hit that ‘ceiling’ of just being able to summon multiple versions of herself, and that was good for distractions. But it was a desperations Hail Mary that was the reason she broke past it. Using Dust to add abilities to her clones on impact.
That opened the floodgates and once she was out of danger, she began experimenting. Basically, with her blasting past her skill ceiling, the limits of her semblance was now her stamina. And, considering she could have her clones out for close to hours at a time (She never truly timed herself, and this was assuming she wasn’t in active combat) that was less of a concern, compared to what it could do for her.
Things like Sentience, things like independent thoughts that branched from thoughts she would give them, the ability to feel what they touch, those things improved over time. She was far ahead of her peers in that regard. No one really knew, because she didn’t boast about it. Purposefully nerfing herself so that she pretended to be at the level of everyone else when in fact if she actually wanted to, she could send a clone to do her bidding in class and she’d actually learn something while she could be somewhere entirely else. The only things she’s noted about her current limits was range (She never measured how far she could be from it.) and dust combinations with them that don’t result in soot and ‘explosion hair’ according to Weiss.
Back to the present though. With Blake knowing what her current limits were, she knew what dust combinations work. And she had used that knowledge right now. With a sprinkle of this dust, a pinch of that one and a teaspoon of this other one, she was able to make clones of herself that were damn near invisible. They were ‘visible’ but barely, as the light that hits the clone would bend slightly. It was technical in ways that Blake both didn’t know and didn’t care to explain, but at certain angles you could tell something was there. And even this ‘technical’ explanation is a poor one. Basically, the clones were invisible unless seen at off angles. There.
There were around four of them at the moment. She didn’t want to push her luck with her concoction, nor risk being caught. They were all around Yang, each one doing something different as Blake simply watched. No one around them knew what was going on, though one of the clones had to scoot close as it was too far in the isle and someone could trip. They were still physical, after all.
One was currently between her legs. Having used her nails to rip a hole in her panties to force her to go commando. Another was kneeling behind her, shamelessly groping those massive tits of hers. That same one was whispering things into her ear, no doubt that Blake had telepathically sent to it. One was at her legs, its tongue dragging along her calf as it worked towards her feet, and the last one was rubbing her smooth, taut tummy while interlocking fingers with her.
The ones groping and squeezing her tits was working together with the one between her legs. Kneading and softly massaging her breasts from behind as its chin rested on her shoulder. While the one between her legs was kissing the blonde’s thighs. Whenever she would have her nipples pinched or tugged, the one between her legs would kiss along her lower lips. Which, it needs to be mentioned, were swollen with need and leaking too.
Yang, poor thing, had to suffer in silence as Blake watched with narrowed eyes. Like a cat whose zeroing in on its prey. And that was what Yang was at that moment and she knew it. Her breathing was short and shallow as her tits were played with. Her nipples rock hard as she could feel Blake’s hands shamelessly squeezing them to her hearts content, touching them how she wanted without anyone noticing.
“Ms Xiao Long, do you mind explaining where…”
Blake grinned at the question as the clones stood up when she did. The one between her legs just adjusting itself as the one behind her simply leaned forward. The one at her legs would actually raise her leg slightly as it worked to start sliding her footwear off, using her chair to hide what was happening. One the last one just kept up rubbing her stomach and handholding with her.
Yang responded shakily as the Blake’s cruelty reared its head, her first few words coming out coherent only for her to choke the next few words out as her nipples were pinched and rolled around between two sets of fingers at the same time that she would feel lips along the upper part of her pussy, near her clit and eventually, on it.
“And would you mind…” Another question was asked of her as she finished answering the first one. That second one needing a longer explanation that was hell.
A tongue, nice and raspy, slid across the back of her neck while that transitioned to lips pressing against her chin and along her jaw. She’d feel another hand on top of hers on her left, lewdly holding her hand, while the one behind her worked with different ways to tease her tits as well. Brushing the pads of its’ fingers, or lightly sliding its nails along it, repeated pinches or rolling it back and forth. The one between her legs having pushed its tongue into her needy sex, lapping up her arousal like someone dying of thirst. And finally, the one at her leg having gotten her uniform loafer and thigh high sock off to reveal her bare foot forced her to bend her knee so that the sole of her foot faced upwards, knee pointing down, and first rub its face against it before shamelessly dragging its tongue across her foot.
Yang would try to wiggle her foot away from it but that resulted in punishment from the others, with licks at her clit, and hard pinches of her nipples resulting in her stopping her movements so that the one at her foot was eagerly and freely able to not only slide its tongue across her foot like it wanted, but also start sucking on her toes as well.
Mercifully Yang would answer the professor’s questions and be allowed to sit back down. With the four around her adjusting to her taking a seat without any real effort. Blake could see the silhouettes as they worked and no one had noticed hard enough to be caught.
The blonde’s face was bright red. Her eyes were unfocused, glassy, staring ahead as they worked without care. Yang listening to things being whispered into her ears that ranged from being called a good girl for not getting caught, to being told how she deserved to be fucked in a closet with her uniform ripped and forced to sneak back to her dorm, only to be jumped and fucked again. While her breasts were squeezed and reminded that this was her fault, and being eaten out as she was told all this.
Her hand being held lovingly to remind her of who was doing this, and the one at her feet…that one was just for Blake she (barely) managed to figure out. Just because she could, really.
For an agonizing hour, Yang was left on the cusp of an orgasm. She wasn’t listening to the class, she wasn’t checking the time, she wasn’t sleeping in class. She was gripping her desk with her free hand, squirming occasionally, and swallowing down any noise as she was reminded that if she did there would be punishments for the ‘bad girl who ruined their fun time.’
The one that was playing with her tits had moved to sit on her lap. This allowed her to kiss her tits, even though it was through her clothing. (Smartly, the clone had slipped its hands under her clothing and slipped her bra off so it was pushing her tits up from below, thus not doing its job.) Along with also allowing Yang to see it (assuming she could with her blurry vision), make out with her, and whisper even more absolutely disgustingly filthy things that Blake thought she deserved to hear.
The one at her hand was kissing her hand and softly rubbing it, though it had gotten curious and was sniffing at her armpit too for…some reason, the one eating her out and pleasuring her was one of the worst people in the world as it had stopped pushing her tongue inside of her and instead teasingly kissing her pussy repeatedly, slowly pressing her lips to every single millimeter of needy and weeping sex, and the one at her feet having managed to suck on her toes, and worship that foot to the point that her toes were actually slightly pruned, put her shoe and sock back on, and moved to her right foot now. Doing the exact same thing, rubbing its face against the sole of her foot first as she knew what was going to happen after.
And Yang was only allowed to do to things. Sit there, and take it. If she made a noise, nothing about her appearance would scream that it was innocent. Blake could just recall her clones and what then…she was stuck in sexual purgatory. With no exit, and no mercy except whatever was mercifully granted to her by Blake.
And Blake was very rarely merciful when it came to sex. Yang was made aware of that early on.
“You’re such a sexy thing, I want to see you scream. I want to see those eyes of yours go blurry as you cum your brains out. I want to hear you say my name, I want to see you shake as you cum, I want to see you tremble after your orgasm and then want to make you cum again.” The one playing with her tits whispered into her ear, that one was the one that was transmitting Blake’s inner thoughts to tell Yang. Sort of the ‘ring leader’ leading the others on Blake’s behalf.
“I want to hogtied and suspended in the air so I can do so many things to you. I’d fuck you from behind, fuck your mouth, lick you all over, suck your toes, suck your nipples, suck your clit, lick your ass…”
It just went on and on and on…and it wasn’t like Yang hadn’t heard some of these things before either, it was just…it was blatant!
It was fun. Well, fun for Blake at least.
The only mercy she would be granted was when the class ended. And really that was more of a wistful thought. The one holding her hand wouldn’t have to do anything, nor would the one that was groping her tits. The one between her legs and the one at her feet would have to do something else though as. Which they would once Yang was much more presentable.
Her footwear was put back on, her uniform was dusted off and she was helped to her feet by the four invisible ones. Blake watched as Yang stumbled up the stairs. Her sharp eyes able to see that she had a bit of arousal leaking on her thigh still.
On the way to…honestly Yang had no idea where she was being led, she felt hands not only on her tits but also squeezing her ass as well. Seems like the two that had to move, had done so. Her hands were preoccupied with both now interlocking with the Invisi-Blakes, and two behind her were just shamelessly squeezing her tits and ass, making sure to grab as much as they could. No one was any the wiser because aside her skirt rustling a little, no one could see a thing.
“Such a nice ass, to go with such a nice set of tits…” Yang exhaled as she listened to her words again. Her legs were heavy but were also on autopilot as she kept walking…and walking…and walking. Listening, feeling, helpless as it happened with Blake just supervising and watching. Should could feel Yangs ass and tits fitting in her palms. Could feel Yang’s nipples whenever they were tugged or rolled on her own fingertips. Felt when she dragged her tongue across her foot and tasted what could only be described as “Naturally Blonde”.
Blake, not paying attention up until now, realized they were sort of not where they were supposed to be. She stopped her convey of invisible perverted copies of herself as she had to use her scroll to map out where they were out, only to realize she was in the area where the staff live. Her ears instantly twitched as she heard what sounded like faculity and was swift. Leaving Yang there as she looked around…Excellent…
With some ingenuity, and with a hairclip she had on her, she managed to pick the lock to a door that seemed to belong to a custodian…or at one point did, considering it was entirely empty. With the door’s window also blocked off with a piece of wood behind the glass that lets you see inside.
Yang was casually brought in, with Blake giving them orders to start loosening her clothing as she brought inside. Two dim incandescent bulbs were the only sources of light, with the door clicking shut behind her, and the lock clicking as well, Blake hid in the shadows as Yang’s clothing went from loose, to entirely off.
“W-wait! Mmph! I-I Ca-mmph! Pleeeash!” The normally confident brawler squealed as piece after piece of clothing was removed from her and put into a pile in a corner. Her lips taken, her tits squeezed, ass squeezed, and fingers pushing inside her as her pussy squeezed around them too.
Blake would get involved soon…she just wanted to make sure to capture the pre-event activities before hand though.