Yang's Yanks

There are some sights that exist to take your breath away. A vast canyon or crater, worn out by centuries of wind and water roaring through it and cutting a beautifully out of place design in the landscape, or a particularly beautiful sunset are both possibilities. As are certain structures, like the sky-rending tower pushing up from the ground and aiming to run straight up to heaven itself. Most of the students on the airship can only gape at their new home as they approach the dock. Ruby Rose is no exception.

“Omigosh, we’re actually here!” the dark haired girl squeals, clinging tight to the arm of the much taller blonde beside her, “Beacon Academy, it’s like a dream come true, Yang!”

Yang Xiao Long gives a lopsided smile and ruffles Ruby’s hair with her free hand. “You’re telling me; I still can’t believe that you schmoozed up to the Headmaster just to get in early with your big sister.”

“Psh, don’t act like it’s all about you, Yang. But it is nice that we get to keep going to school together.”

“Well, I get the feeling it’s going to be a real adventure, Ruby, so I hope you’re ready!”

The dark-haired girl cheers and the two have a laugh as they disembark from the ship, past a rather pale looking young man currently making good friends with an airsick bag. As the two leave the dock, both take another chance to appreciate the size of the campus. And some of the eye candy currently strutting about.

“Sis, you’re spaced out again. And drooling,” Yang teases the girl, lifting her tightly clasped hand and using Ruby’s own sleeve to dab at the younger teen’s mouth. “You act like you haven’t seen a hunter before.”

With a small scoffing sound, Ruby rolls her eyes and tries to hide the red tinge on her cheeks. “So what? I just can’t decide what to focus on. I mean look over there!” Freeing one of her hands, she points to a rather burly looking man, clearly a second or third year, engrossed in a tome at least as thick as his bicep. “Check out his physique! He’s clearly on a high-class team. And her!”

Jerking around, Yang finds her attention directed to a slender young woman cleaning her weapon’s gun-mode. While her figure is somewhat unassuming, the blonde’s eyes quickly settle on the huntress-to-be’s lips: fat and pursed, in deepest concentration as she slides the brush in and out of the barrel with a naturally lewd motion. Yang’s own tongue wets her lips as Ruby babbles on, “The care and concern she shows is part of what being a huntress is all about. And those two!”

This time Ruby drags her sister a good five strides before bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. “Yang, look, it’s a team building exercise!”

Sure enough, in the woods around the landing site a mixed pair is talking to one another. Well, perhaps talking is a bit of an understatement as the girl, a good head taller than her male partner and at least as well-built, has him half-pinned against a tree, with her right arm blocking one route of escape, while the left lingers on his hip. She’s leaning her head down towards his, close enough that the pair are very clearly sharing breath with one another. Half-lidded eyes and her face decorated with a gentle coating of makeup as she whispers something down to him.

To his credit, the boy doesn’t look fazed in the least, wearing a slightly coy smile as he looks up at his partner. They exchange a few lines back and forth, neither backing down. The girl even moves half a step closer, but her capture doesn’t back down. In fact, he reaches up and cradles her cheek in her hand. The girl’s eyes widen at the touch and he pops up onto his toes, press-

“Okay! That’s enough of that,” Yang laughs, covering Ruby’s eyes and pulling her away from the scene.

“Yang, no, wait, I want to learn more about teambuilding!” the young girl squeals, thrashing her arms as she’s dragged back onto the path. Pouting, the petite first-year wrestles free and looks up at her sister with a flushed and flustered face.

Giggling, Yang pulls Ruby’s hood up and pats her cheek. “You’ll get plenty of chances to engage in ‘team building’ later on with your future friends.”

“Future friends,” the dark-haired girl joins in with her sister, though Ruby’s own laughs are a little strained. “I guess we did leave most of them back at Signal, but at least we have each other, right?”

“Uh,” the sound hangs in the air for a moment, before Yang grins and shrugs. “Yeah, sure. But speaking of friends, I see a couple of mine, so I’m going to say hi! See you in a bit, Ruby!”

Without missing a beat, Yang bolts, leaving her sister shouting something about dorms or being a traitorous sibling. But none of that matters to the blonde as she hurries over to the foursome of young men with a smile on her lips. “Well, what a surprise, I didn’t expect to see you guys here at Beacon. Did you manage to sneak in under the radar? Or did mommy’s money do its work for you?”

“That’s a lot coming from you,” one responds with a grin, “especially considering your sister managed to ‘convince’ the Headmaster himself to give her special permission to attend early. I wonder how she managed that?”

Yang’s lip curls into a restrained, mocking sneer. “Well, believe me, Ruby’s three times the huntress the four of you could ever hope to be, even together. As for how she managed it, why don’t I show you want she learned from the master?”

Grabbing one of them by the belt buckle, her look of disgust quickly switches over to a teasing smile as she tugs him towards an alley that’s mostly out of sight from the main walkway. The other three watch for an instant, and then quickly move to follow the lucky leader.

In the shadows between the buildings, Yang’s hands work quickly to unbutton the boy’s pants and fish out the twitching tool he’s keeping out of sight. With a happy sigh, the would-be-huntress’ fingers slide up and down the veiny length, nails delicately tickling the underside of the shaft and giving special attention to the fleshy sack underneath. The other boys race to take advantage of Yang’s free hand, but ultimately only two can enjoy the pleasant pumping of the fighter’s touch.

“Ooh, I have missed you boys,” the blonde sighs, her breathing heavy as she toys with the dicks in her hand. “Some holidays really are too long to go without teasing you four.”

One of the future huntsmen who has been left out in the cold waits for a few seconds before asking the burning question: “Yang, what about us?”

Giving the two boys an amused smirk, she indicates down towards her chest with her eyes. “Well, I’m kind of full right now, but if you want to get some hands-on time, you’re more than welcome to get your fill.”

That’s really all the pair need to hear. They hurry over to Yang and work to unbutton her coat as fast as they are able. A small shiver runs down the blonde’s spine as cooler air runs against her skin, and her nipples harden in an instant as her shirt is pulled up in a violent, almost tearing motion. Looking down with a sense of pride, Yang can’t help but grin even wider as the boys struggle to palm one of her breasts, while jerking themselves off with the other hand. It doesn’t take long before they’ve each latched onto her nipples and are letting their tongues go to town, while their hands maul her breasts in awkward, out of rhythm motions.

“Mm that’s the stuff,” she sighs, closing her eyes and rubbing her captured cocks. “Are you four excited to be here? Did you get a chance to look at some of the girls who have been enrolled for a year or two already?” The quiet, breathless sounds of affirmation and the greedy grunts of her boy-toys are more than enough to answer that question. “Glad to hear it. Some of them are really hot, huh?”

Changing her stroke, Yang moves from a rapid but steady motion to a slow drag. Her nails slide up the underside of both dicks then circle around the engorged tips, drawing even more blood to them and giving the heads an unmistakable, purple hue. She sighs and looks at the boys with a smirk. “I bet you’re really eager to try to get with them, but let me tell you a little secret.”

In a low, quiet voice, she whispers, “I’m going to be one of the best huntresses Beacon has ever trained. Do you know what that means?” Another chorus of helpless sounds as Yang slides back into her faster rhythm, feeling their future orgasms threatening to burst at any moment. “Right, I’m going to be an absolute bombshell. And not in a year or two either. Four, maybe six months, I’m going to be a sex bomb from how hard I’ll be training. So.”

The word hangs in the air, Yang’s skillful hands clenching the boys tight enough that they can’t cum, but also edging them ever closer to that explosive cliff. Her peers squirm in her hand, panting, their eyes wide as they struggle to fight between wanting to pull away, and allowing her to finish. Casting her gaze forward, the blonde offers a motherly smile to the suckling students she’ll be spending her days with going forward. And then, after an age, she finishes the thought.

“Are you willing to stay my exclusive toys from today onward, too?”

Flexing her grip just a little, the blonde presses her thumb up on the tense testes of the young men currently curled in the palms of her hands. They quiver and with an exhausted cry, spray spunk on the future huntress’ bare thighs. Yang giggles, leaning over and giving each of them a peck on the lips. “Good boys. You might be away from home, but momma’s going to take good care of you.”

“Us too, Yang?” one of her milkboys asks. With a knowing smile, Yang nods her head and lets the two boys she was jerking collapse against the walls of the building.

“You know it. Now let’s rub one out of both of you to make it official.”

As she feels the musky heat of the fresh dicks warming her palms again, Yang shudders in delight. The next couple of years are going to be absolutely awesome.