Honkers 011

Her pussy ached for the rest of the day, and it was somehow worse the next. Jaune had hollowed her out well and good, and now whenever she w

Her pussy ached for the rest of the day, and it was somehow worse the next. Jaune had hollowed her out well and good, and now whenever she walked, she had to do everything in her power not to limp. Maybe taking such a big dicked bastard as her first lover was ill advised but what was done was done, and there was no going back now.

Not after he’d fucked her like he had. How she managed to hide it from everyone, she didn’t know. They must have looked like a hot mess when they’d returned from the Emerald Forest, and thanks to Jaune’s quick thinking, any footage they’d accidentally recorded of them having sex because they’d forgotten their scrolls had been set to video mode was hastily deleted before they handed in their work.

The pain of being stretched out wasn’t the only ache she felt. There was another ache, even deeper, that hounded her whenever she was in proximity to him. Her uterus was not pleased, and not because his big dick had been knocking on the door.

It was pissed because Yang hadn’t let him in.

She couldn’t forget the sight of the bloated condom, as if the thin latex was moments from bursting. Yang knew he had big loads, he’d covered her face in one and made her swallow another, but seeing it contained within a rubber really brought home just how much cum he liked to fire every time he orgasmed.

It was a lot.

Yang knew that having such a torrent blast inside her womb – well, it would be devastatingly good. To have that liquid heat gush into her womb, his massive cock flexing inside her pussy as he rutted against her like a savage animal – there wouldn’t ever be a better feeling than that. That moment of ecstacy where Jaune could no longer hide what and who he was, his hips snapping desperately as he filled her up… fuck, just thinking about it was making her hot and bothered.

She was done fighting it.

Jaune had won.

If he wanted to fuck her, he could. She didn’t care any more. She’d be his little pocket pussy whenever he fancied it, her self respect was in tatters. As long as it was him, Yang was willing to do anything.

She thought she’d feel… bad. Disgusted at herself for giving in, resigning herself to being a piece of meat for him to fuck and dump whenever he wished, and yet… it felt oddly liberating.

Yang Xiao Long wasn’t a whore… but she was willing to be Jaune Arc’s slut.

How the mighty had fallen.

So she switched tracks. If she was going to give up her pussy, then he was going to have to treat her right. Jaune could fuck her as hard as he wanted, but they were going exclusive. She was going to be his girl, and he could be her man. She wouldn’t stand for him having sex with anyone else, so she needed to stamp her authority on the issue quickly.

He was going to take her on a date.

She cornered him after History class one day, not giving him or any of their friends a chance to question her. Looping her arm through his, she pulled him down the hallway before anyone knew what was going on, finding an empty classroom to speak privately.

“Yang, what are you doing?” he asked, looking around warily. “We still have Combat Class… I know you’re into this type of thing, but maybe we shouldn’t push it.”

Asshole. He thought she wanted to fuck him.

...he wasn’t wrong, but that wasn’t why she’d accosted him.

“Listen, loverboy – how about we just cut to the chase,” she poked him in the chest because all she knew was aggression, so that is what he was getting. “You, me – Friday night. You’re going to take me out on a date like a proper gentleman.”

Yang was perhaps expecting a little pushback because he just loved tormenting her, but it still pissed her off when he said, “I can’t. I’m busy on Friday.”

Yang scowled. “You’re busy?”

He nodded. “Yeah – how about Saturday?”

He loved to fuck with her, didn’t he? She really knew how to pick em. Here Yang was, trying to be serious and he was playing with her.

“Fine,” she grunted. “Saturday is fine. I’ll get the night off work, and you can wine and dine me. Just so you know, I’m not some cheap lay, alright?” she managed to keep a straight face when saying this. “If you just take me to some fast food joint…!”

She let the implied threat hang, though who was she kidding? He still had the upper hand. He always had.

“Saturday is good,” he looked pleased. No, more than pleased. He looked ecstatic. “I’ve never taken a girl on a date before. This is going to be awesome!”

Was he just saying that because he thought she wanted to hear it? Well, fine – she couldn’t deny that it made her feel a little warm, the thought that she would be the first girl he ever took out on a date, but Yang somehow doubted that. She wasn’t falling for that innocent act any more, she knew the truth.

With the way he laid pipe, he’d probably been on plenty of dates.

Whatever. It was to her benefit now, so who cared. So long as he was loyal to her, then… she was willing to be his girlfriend.

Who would have thought? If someone had told her at the beginning of the year that in six months, she’d be dating Jaune Arc – well, it would have been ludicrous. If they’d told her he would choke her on his dick, fuck her tits, finger her into submission, and fuck her senseless until her womb yearned for his cum… well – who the fuck would have ever believed that?

When she told Crystal what was happening on their next shift, her friend was happy for her.

“I’m so jealous,” she moaned pitifully. “You got yourself a boyfriend and he is great in bed. You just hit the jackpot.”

Yang munched on her fries before slurping on her milkshake, the chocolate flavor filling her mouth.

“What happened to that guy from the club? You said he railed you good.”

Crystal rolled her eyes. “Prick has been ghosting me ever since. Guess all he wanted was a bit of pussy and no commitment. Whatever, it wasn’t like I was trying to date him. I just thought we could go a few more rounds before ending things.”

Yang eyed her doubtfully.

“What?” Crystal huffed. “Okay, fine – so maybe I thought we could be more. I know Huntsmen and civilian relationships have their difficulties, but I could make it work.”

That was the problem with sampling prime cock. Once you got a taste, you wanted it on tap.

“So where are you going for your date?”

Yang shrugged. “I dunno. The ball is in his court now. If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll take me somewhere nice.”

Crystal snickered. “Who are you kidding? Are you really going to give him up if he takes you to Burger Stop?”

Yang scowled. “He better fuckin’ not. I already warned him, don’t you jinx me.”

“Well – if things don’t work out, send him my way,” she joked before flinching as Yang threw a few fries at her face. “Hey, I was only kidding. Don’t get mad.”

She wasn’t kidding, though, was she? Yang remembered that Crystal had been interested in Jaune at the beginning, the only reason she never made a move was because of Yang. If things fell through, then who was to say… no, Crystal wasn’t like that. She wouldn’t swoop in and fuck a friend’s ex.

Even if she wanted to.

“I’m not mad,” Yang sucked harder at her straw, almost choking on her milkshake.

“You know – you’re really cute when you’re jealous, you know that?”

“I’m not jealous, so shut up.”

She was totally jealous.

Yang had never thought of herself as the envious sort but watching Jaune interact with other girls really riled her up. It was bad enough before, watching him hang out with Blake or smooth things over with Weiss, but now? It was somehow worse. You’d think having sex with him and coming to terms with things would ease her mind but it was the opposite.

“Ah – this hurts a bit,” Jaune complained.

“Stretching is important for flexibility,” Blake lectured. “It’s something you need to maintain by doing it often, keeping your limbs and spine limber. Not only is it good for strength but it’ll help with movement, as well.”

“It’s an important path for improvement. Your fighting style is very rigid and uninspiring, though your fundamentals are sound,” Weiss took over. “Improving your flexibility will surely expand your capabilities on the battlefield.”

Jaune sighed. “Pyrrha said something similar but it always sucks so much to do this.”

“But you aren’t willing to give up, are you?” the heiress needled.

Jaune shook his head.

What the hell was going on here?

Their room had been transformed into a yoga studio. She was exaggerating, of course, but coming back after work to find Jaune on the floor, reaching for his toes while Blake and Weiss sat on either side of him, stretching their bodies in increasingly ridiculous ways was not something she was expecting to find.

It was the middle of the night, for one! Two, he was a teenage boy – why were they inviting him in here in the middle of the night to stretch? Yang frowned.

And what the hell were they wearing?

Weiss was in a white leotard, and it showed off the supple lines of her tight, svelte body. As she bent backwards, her ribs showed through the thin material, her small but perky chest cupped aggressively against the straining garment. Her long, slender legs kicked out, toned and shapely, her feet pointed.

Weiss was hot at the best of times, but she looked simply delectable right now.

Blake wasn’t much better, wearing a tight black body suit that hugged her athletic frame like a second skin. She was doing the splits, her plump ass threatening to eat her tights, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Blake was sensual and dark, and when she spread her arms out, her spine arching, it was an incredible sight.

Yang might be getting dicked down by a guy right now, but she could appreciate the female form.

Them exposing their greatest assets around Jaune, however – that just wouldn’t do! Is this what they were doing when she wasn’t around?

“What is going on here?” she demanded, still standing in the doorway.

Jaune turned his head, eyes lighting up. “Oh – hey Yang!”

What a cheeky little asshole.

He was in a singlet and a pair of shorts, his muscular frame very much on display.

“We’re showing Jaune how to stretch and increase his flexibility,” Blake answered.

“Why are you doing this?” Yang snapped back, adding, “And why are you doing it in the middle of the night? It’s Thursday! We have classes in the morning.”

Weiss scoffed. “When do you care about that?”

Right now. She cared about it right now!

What the fuck was going on here?

She’d been right all along, hadn’t she? He was fucking Blake – and Weiss! He was totally having his way with both of them, and now that he’d fucked Yang, he was now revealing his true power level. Jaune was through hiding!

Yang felt like she was about to cry.

“Jaune wanted some advice about dating. He wanted to know where to take a girl, so we said we’d tell him if he joined us,” Weiss supplied casually. “He won’t tell us who he wants to take out on a date, though. Do you know anything?”

Yang mouthed wordlessly, speechless.

He what?

Jaune chuckled nervously. “I thought I’d just leave it up to her, you know?”

Blake smirked as she twisted at the waist, still in her split position. “That’s very thoughtful, Jaune – but it’s going to drive me up the wall with curiosity.”

“Well – I’m glad you’re thinking of her feelings, Jaune. That is very mature of you,” Weiss said, though her voice sounded a little odd. “I hope… I hope things go well.”

Yang wasn’t sure but she thought that sounded a little unconvincing.

“This is boooooring,” a sudden voice came from one of the top bunks, Ruby rolling over and dangling her leg off the edge. “Can’t we play video games or watch a movie or something if we’re staying up late?”

Yang eyed Blake and Weiss uncertainly, annoyed that she’d jumped to such conclusions so quickly, but who could blame her? They were flaunting their tight, supple bodies in front of her boyfriend – who wouldn’t be a little miffed?

Her boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

That would take some getting used to.

At least he seemed to be putting in the effort. If he was willing to go to Blake and Weiss for advice, then he was being serious which meant that Yang needed to be just as serious. While she couldn’t pick out any clothes until she knew where they were going, there were other preparations she could make.

This was their first date so she needed to be in top form.

Maybe a manicure and a new hairstyle? She would need to shave again, as well. Yang had a feeling that he liked her smooth down there, so she didn’t want any growth springing up – but just as importantly, she needed to wrap her buxom body up like a gift to unwrap.

Lingerie. She needed lingerie.

Yang already had some items – but this called for something new, something bold. Something that would make his jaw drop and his control slip.

So after classes the next day, she left for Vale well before her shift started to hit downtown and find some lacy underwear that would rock his world.

Where else did you go for sexy underwear than Victoria Confidential?

The store was pretty busy, filled with women and not a man in sight. Young twenty-somethings buying some cute little lingerie to surprise their boyfriends, wives looking to spice up their marriage, whatever the case was, they had it here.

Yang walked around aimlessly, browsing through the collection. Their cheaper stuff was still pretty pricey, enough to give Yang pause, but this was something that needed to be done. If Weiss and Blake were gonna go around showing off their bodies in skin tight leotards and jumpsuits, then Yang was going to show both of them up with something spectacular.

She had the money… most of it went to Junior, but she kept some hidden away for a rainy day. Well, that day was today!

First she needed to settle on a color. Black looked good on her, but black looked good on everyone. Red was bold, loud – but in Yang’s opinion, a little tacky. As if she were trying a little too hard. She didn’t want to seem desperate… even if she was. Yellow was similar, though she spotted a cute pair of lacy yellow panties and matching bra, the cups offering good support though the front was open in the middle, showing off the cleavage more dramatically. The panties were in the Vacuoan Brief style, the hem following the curve of the ass and giving the illusion of the lift.

Yang liked it, so she searched for more in that style.

There was baby blue but that was more suited to someone like Weiss, not her. Pure white, but Yang never liked how white looked against her skin. She was a little pale, even though she spent so much time outdoors. It was a little bit annoying.

Then her eyes found it.

Near the back of the store, displayed on a mannequin was the perfect pair. They were a deep violet color with hints of black trim, the panties in the Vacuoan Brief style that she liked with a cute little bow on the waistband. The bra was not just a bra, though. It was also a corset made from sheer silk, tight around the waist to highlight its narrow shape with suspenders that attached to a pair of lovely violet stockings with black lace around the cuff.

This was it. It wasn’t a perfect match for her eyes, a shade too dark – but this is what she wanted.

When Jaune saw her in this, it would blow him away.

A staff member approached her, seeing her admiring the mannequin. “Can I help you, ma’am?”

“That,” Yang pointed, turning to face her. “I want that.”

Luckily, they had it in her size. While she never had trouble finding clothes that fit for almost everything, it was her bras that always caused her a bit of strife. She was big. There were women with bigger breasts out there, but it was rare for someone of Yang’s stature, slim and fit, to have such large tits.

She winced when the worker rung up the price but it was for a good cause. The best cause! Sacrifices needed to be made, and her bank account being a little emptier was a small price to pay!

Now she just needed to know where they were going for their date, and she could create the perfect outfit. Luckily for her, Jaune messaged her before her shift was due to start and let her know, Yang’s eyes widening slightly as she read his message.

Apparently he’d somehow swung a reservation at one of the hottest restaurants in town.

How the fuck had he managed that? Then she remembered who his sister was, and the connections she might have. It made a lot more sense.

Unless Weiss hooked him up?

It didn’t matter, Yang now knew she had to look her absolute best. She needed a new dress, and a pair of heels to match, and she needed them now.

The rest of her afternoon and evening was spent finding the perfect outfit, and when she arrived at work, she was carrying a number of bags. Crystal took one look at her and snickered, while the rest of her co-workers watched her curiously.

“If anyone touches my shit, I’ll kill you,” she casually threatened, storing her bags by her locker before getting changed for her shift.

“So – what’d you buy?” Crystal leaned over and took a peek. “Anything good?”

“Jaune managed to get a reservation at Maison Lumière,” she bragged, and felt satisfied as Crystal’s eyes widened.

“What? No way. How’d he manage that? They’re notorious for having ridiculous wait times.”

Yang shrugged. “Dunno, don’t care. I just know that this time tomorrow, I’m going to be sampling the finest cuisine in the city.”

“You better not eat too much or you’ll be bloated when it comes time to get down and dirty,” Crystal teased with a smirk. “But I’m totally not jealous of you right now. Not even a little bit.”

If Yang strutted around for the next few hours, very pleased with herself – well, too bad. She wasn’t going to hide the fact that she was in a very good mood. It also translated to more tips, her greetings and service taking on a much more genuine quality, and she raked in the dough.

It’ll replace all the money she blew trying to impress her boyfriend.

Boyfriend. Boyfriend. She couldn’t get enough of thinking it, and she was walking on cloud nine when it was time for her break.

“Xiao Long, a word,” Sepia stopped her before she could clock out.

“What’s up, supe?”

“I just wanted to say good work,” Sepia smiled. “For a little while there, I thought you were going off the rails a little bit but I was worried for nothing. You always do good work here but tonight, you’ve stepped it up.”

“Off the rails? Me?”

“Well – you did pull one of our customers through the staff area one night,” Sepia pointed out and Yang flushed lightly.

“Oh, right.”

“I really should have written you up for that… but that man never lodged a complaint, and you’ve always been one of my best, so… keep it up.”

Yang beamed. “Sure thing, supe.”

Crystal was already waiting for her, having snagged some wings. If Honkers had one thing that beat out everywhere else, it was their wings. Meaty, juicy, flavorful – they were simply the best. Sitting down next to her, Yang reached over and plucked one of the wings out of her box.

Honey garlic it was.

“Mm,” Yang hummed, sucking the meat off the bone. They were so tender, it came free easily. “That’s the good stuff right there.”

Crystal giggled.

She wasn’t expecting Jaune to show up tonight, even though it was a Friday. He said he was busy, and yet when she stepped back into the store after her break, it was to the sight of her boyfriend waiting at the counter, his fingers drumming absentmindedly atop the bar.

Yang froze, staring at him uncomprehendingly for a long moment. Was she hallucinating? She must be, right? There was no way he was standing in front of her, acting normal, as if he hadn’t made her change the day of their date claiming that he was busy. Surely not.

“Oh,” Crystal rushed by her. “Heya Jaune~!”

He turned his head, blinking – and then he smiled, waving first at Crystal, and then at her.

Oho – this motherfucker was pushing it!

Yang stormed up to him, cutting off whatever he was about to say by demanding, “What are you doing here?”

He stared at her, confused. “Uh – hi?”

“Don’t hi me,” she thundered. “I thought you were oh so busy tonight, and yet here you are,” she was speaking a little too loudly but she didn’t care. “Was that all bullshit or what?”

“No?”

“No what?”

“It wasn’t bullshit,” he said earnestly. “I am busy. I’m busy every Friday,” he paused. “Well, almost every Friday.”

Was he being smart with her? He was. Of course he was. Just because she had claimed him as her boyfriend didn’t mean he wasn’t a cheeky, cocky little shit!

“This is what you call busy?” she poked him in the chest, hard.

“I’m just getting some food to go,” he smiled. “But I also wanted to see you.”

He was trying to butter her up. Distract her from the fact that he was a liar! God, why did she ever believe anything he said? She knew what type of person he was. Why was she even surprised any more? Why was she so gullible when it came to him?

“And I’m glad I did,” he continued. “I’m really excited for tomorrow night.”

Oh, he was good. Real good, though she’d never let him know it! Her belly totally didn’t flip at his admission, not at all!

What a bastard.

“Aw, isn’t that sweet,” Crystal cooed, throwing an arm around her shoulders. “I’m so jealous. I wish I could snag a guy as sweet and cute as you are.”

Jaune had the audacity to blush and rub his neck, laughing awkwardly. This guy! This guy right here!

“You must have a ton of guys that want to take you out,” he said. “You’re gorgeous. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

...the fuck did he just say?

Crystal grinned. “You sure know how to boost a girl’s ego, you know that? Unfortunately, I attract all the wrong types. The opposite of Yang here.”

Haha – real funny, Crystal. You had no idea who you were talking about, no idea at all! Jaune was worse than all those guys, he just had a nice cock, that’s all! That was his one redeeming quality, don’t get it twisted!

Jaune looked sympathetic to Crystal’s plight. “You’ll find someone. A girl as amazing as you will find a guy just as awesome, I know it.”

Yang really wished he’d stop paying her friend compliments, right in front of her. The hell did he think he was? She wasn’t jealous or anything, it was just rude as fuck. But what did she expect from a playboy like him?

“Oooh, he’s a keeper. Don’t you ever let this man go or I’ll swoop in and steal him myself, friendship be damned.”

Tch – who did she think she was? Jaune was Yang’s property, and she wasn’t about to let anyone else have her property until she was done using it. And even then, Crystal couldn’t have him. No one could.

She wasn’t jealous!

Though maybe she was a little possessive. Who could blame her? Maybe she had some abandonment issues owing to her shitty bio mom and her more awesome super mom dying while out on a mission. Yang was allowed to be a bit possessive, wasn’t she?

“So, how’s your night been?” Jaune asked her happily.

“Fine,” Yang muttered grumpily. “I’ve been getting a lot of tips.”

Tips were good. Tips were life. If only she didn’t have to pay Junior back… though if she didn’t, she wouldn’t even have this stupid job in the first place.

“I bet they throw money at you,” he said.

He obviously meant it as a compliment but it made her sound like a stripper.

Yang scowled.

His food arrived soon after, and Yang escorted him out. He gave her an expectant look but she didn’t know what he was waiting for.

“What?”

“Aren’t you going to kiss me or something?”

Oho, someone was getting a little full of themselves.

But then much to her surprise, Jaune leaned in and pecked her on the cheek. Yang blushed hotly, staring at him with wide eyes.

“For my amazing girlfriend,” he said, and then with a little skip, he started walking down the street, waving a hand above his head. “Have a good shift!”

...damn him.

Why’d he have to go and do something like that?