Honkers 003

Yang panted harshly as she avoided Pyrrha’s slash, the blade coming within a hair's breadth. Setting her feet, she returned fire with a fast jab into a tight right hook, her fist slamming into the flat of Pyrrha’s shield. Her weapon discharged point blank, attempting to force the champion fighter back but Pyrrha was more than strong enough to tank the blow, her sword lancing at Yang’s midsection. Yang managed to avoid the stab but found her legs swept from out under her, the world tumbling as she hit the ground hard.

The air was forced from her lungs but she still kept her wits about her, rolling as Pyrrha attempted to stomp on her face. Regaining her footing, she gained some distance by firing a series of shots, the crimson haired girl engulfed in flame as the recoil carried Yang away.

Her boots had only briefly touched the ground when Pyrrha came charging out of the inferno, her shield raised. Planting her feet, Yang activated her semblance, her strength soaring as her eyes bled red. The air wavered as she punched, a sonic boom crackling from the speed and force. Her fist pistoned against the shield and slid off, angled away, and then Pyrrha was within her guard, Yang grunting as she was sliced from shoulder to hip. It was followed by a brutal knee, her gasp caught in her throat as it struck her in the stomach, and then a vicious back-fist rattled her teeth as it slammed into her jaw.

Stumbling, Yang tried to recover but Pyrrha was upon her, shield clipping her in the temple before a spinning back-kick lifted her off the ground and threw her across the clearing.

Vaguely, she heard Ruby scream. The reason was because she almost barreled right into her. Instead of being caught by her loving, sweet little sister, she slammed into a tree hard enough for the trunk to crack.

Yang groaned as she hit the dirt, aura flashing brightly moments before it exploded in a cascade of golden hued light.

“Nice dodge,” she heard Weiss say dryly.

“She was going to hit me!” Ruby said defensively.

Blake was snickering, and Yang gathered enough energy to roll over and glare at her partner. The cat girl was completely unrepentant, laughing harder.

“I hate you.”

Groaning, Yang propped herself up on her hands and watched as Pyrrha walked over, a light sweat on her brow but otherwise untouched. She tried not to let it get her but it was hard. Yang was used to being the big fish, the strongest in her year. But Beacon wasn’t Signal, and while Yang was most certainly one of the best fighters around, she just wasn’t a match for her classmate.

Few were. Pyrrha was on a level that fully trained Huntsmen sometimes didn’t reach. She was the pinnacle of what a Huntress should aspire to be, and yet she was only a first year.

Yang couldn’t even fathom the kind of monster she might become at the end of their four years together.

It was maddening, and it stung her ego, but with a sigh, she accepted the loss. As much as she hated it, it wasn’t like she didn’t gain anything from these bouts. She learned a lot. Defeat had a way of teaching better lessons than victory did. Or at the very least, more important lessons.

She just wished it hadn’t happened in front of him.

Normally she wouldn’t have given a shit but unlike before, she could feel his eyes on her. Yang heard him approach, his shoes scuffing against the dry dirt but she refused to turn and look at him. Hyper aware of his attention, Yang tried to halt the flush that rose to her cheeks. She was unsuccessful. Luckily for her, no one would ever know why she was blushing. For all they knew, it was just the result of her exertion.

“That was a good fight,” Pyrrha said, offering a hand.

A good warm up for her, maybe. Yang wanted to be petty about it but couldn’t in the face of Pyrrha’s earnestness. She wasn’t being facetious. Pyrrha was as genuine as they came.

Yang smirked, shaking her head. “I guess it was.”

Yang took her hand and Pyrrha pulled her up easily.

“You were amazing, as always,” Jaune complimented his partner, and Pyrrha grinned shyly while fussing with her hair.

“I mustn't become complacent,” Pyrrha deflected.

“I don’t think you’ll ever let that happen,” Jaune countered. “No one works harder than you do.”

Yang couldn’t help it, her eyes darting to the left. Jaune was standing beside her, hands in his pockets casually. As if nothing was amiss. As if everything was fine. Well – it wasn’t! And it was starting to wear on her last nerve.

It didn’t help that today was Friday, and if trends continued as they had for the two weeks beforehand, he would show up at her work once again.

“Another dominant display,” Weiss praised. “As expected.”

Ruby laughed awkwardly. “Weiss, isn’t that a little mean to say?”

“She can’t help being a bitch, I’m used to it,” Yang quipped, knowing that would get a reaction.

“What did you just call me?” Weiss thundered, offended.

“It rhymes with witch,” Yang fired back. “I’m sure you can figure it out.”

Jaune briefly glanced her way and it felt like a bucket of ice water was dumped over her head, her skin rippling. Yang grit her teeth, annoyed that a simple look from him was enough to make her body respond in such a manner. What the fuck was wrong with her?

All week, it had been the same.

Jaune Arc really was full of himself. She didn’t know how she hadn’t noticed it sooner!

“Jaune,” Blake approached. “Would you like to spar now that they’ve finished?”

He smiled. “Sure. Thanks for the help, by the way. Training with others has been really helpful.”

Blake beamed. “No problem. Anytime.”

Yes, he really was full of himself! Yang knew exactly what was going on here, he wasn’t clever. He was mocking her, getting friendly with her partner. Hanging out with her, doing things. Away from her, out of her view where he could let slip whenever he wanted, “Hey Blake, did you know that Yang works at Honkers? Pretty funny, right?”

Yeah, she was on to him! It was a threat. A reminder that her fate was in the palm of his hands.

As if she needed a reminder!

Something cold pressed against the nape of her neck and she squealed, jolting forward.

It was Ruby, holding one of their water bottles.

“Thirsty?” she asked cheekily, giving it a shake.

Yang reluctantly took the bottle, unscrewing the cap. The water was icy cold, soothing her parched throat. Weiss could be a bit of a stick in the mud sometimes but she was useful to keep around, if for no other reason than keeping their drinks cool. Ice Dust was really handy that way.

“Pyrrha,” Weiss handed over a bottle and Pyrrha took it gratefully.

“Thank you.”

Jaune and Blake were now facing off, their swords drawn. Yang watched as they clashed, and grudgingly, she had to admit that Jaune had improved quite significantly in the short time they’d been training together. At the beginning of the year, he’d been hopeless. The worst fighter in their year, easily. Now? While he wouldn’t be scoring any wins against them any time soon, he could hold his own.

It was a vast improvement. Some of it had to be attributed to Pyrrha. Was there a better person to train with? A lot of people might get caught up in her flashy fighting style that combined acrobatic movement with skillful use of her weapon and shield, but Pyrrha was a master of the fundamentals. She drilled herself relentlessly on the basics of swordsmanship, marksmanship and everything else pertaining to her weapons, and that was the type of training Jaune needed most. Even so, most of it lay at Jaune’s feet. It took hard work and a strong will to progress this much in so short of time, so it was impressive.

As much as she hated to admit it.

Blake danced around him with graceful movements, her blade lashing out, probing his defenses. When she couldn’t find a way through, she changed tactics, attempting to snare him in her ribbon, utilizing sweeping strikes to try tangle his legs, or capture his wrist when he tried to counter-attack. Jaune was cautious in such attempts, making sure not to overextend and open himself up to retaliation.

“Blake is holding back,” Weiss dismissed when the match continued to draw on, their weapons clashing in a shower of sparks. It was a dreadful sound, steel on steel. “She is being too nice.”

Ruby frowned. “I don’t think she is holding back.”

Weiss was right, in a sense. She hadn’t employed the use of her semblance, so she was holding something back – but other than that, Yang realized that Blake was actually giving it her all. Her movements were crisp, her attacks powerful and swift. It was just that Jaune was reading her fighting style and keeping up, tanking her hardest blows on his shield and meeting the others with his sword.

He wasn’t winning – but he wasn’t losing, either. He was enduring. A very suitable fighting style for someone that had a crap ton of aura like he did.

Blake feinted and finally caught him, spinning outside of his slash and wrapping his wrist in her ribbon. Wrenching his arm aside, she swept his feet out from under him and he hit the ground hard before she rolled over and mounted him, the ribbon looping around his neck. When he tried to throw her off, she tightened it around his throat until he was choking.

He quickly tapped.

And like that, the spar was over.

Lilac eyes narrowed as she saw his hands settle on Blake’s hips. She may have viewed that as an innocent gesture once but not any more. There was nothing innocent about Jaune Arc.

“Gotcha,” she heard Blake say with a coy voice as she approached.

Jaune cleared his throat as she loosened the ribbon. “I made a mistake.”

“You did – so next time, don’t make it,” Blake smirked. “Easy, right?”

He laughed.

“You gonna sit on him all day or let him up?” Yang asked rougher than she intended to. Blake blinked before scurrying off him, his hands falling away. “Looked like you were getting a little comfortable there.”

Blake flushed lightly. “Yang, shut up.”

Jaune climbed to his feet and untied his wrist. “Thanks again.”

“No problem. It’s fun,” Blake was all smiles.

Didn’t she realize what he was doing? No, she didn’t. She didn’t know the truth. If she did, she wouldn’t be so carefree around him.

“Maybe we should spar some time,” Jaune turned his attention to Yang. “You could show me a thing or two about fighting without a weapon.”

Yang swallowed.

He’d like that, wouldn’t he? Just the two of them, alone, panting and sweaty – with nothing more than their hands. Yang could read between the lines. He was being so bold, and right in front of their friends. Their ignorant friends.

“Is that right?” she tried to put up a brave front. “You want to learn how to wrestle, huh?”

“What? Well, I mean – I guess?” he scratched his cheek.

He wasn’t satisfied with just looking. He wanted to touch. He wanted to put those hands on her, squeeze her hips and – and squeeze her tits. Maybe he even wanted to taste them, wrap those lips around her nipples and suck. Fuck, he was pushing things. She’d given him a taste and it only increased his appetite.

“That would be a good idea,” Pyrrha seemed on board. If she really understood what was going on, she wouldn’t be so enthusiastic about it. “I’ve shown him some holds and Nora likes to stretch him out, but it would be nice to have someone else join in.”

...Just what was he doing with his team? Perhaps Yang wasn’t the only one he had dirt on? Pyrrha and Nora… no, no, she was getting ahead of herself. They were just being helpful teammates and he didn’t dare make waves so close to home. That could make things awkward.

Yang was on a different team and fair game.

“I’ll… keep that in mind.”

They continued to train for another hour before Yang hit the showers. Dinner was served shortly after and Yang noticed that Jaune was absent. Now that she thought about it, he’d been absent from dinner on the two previous Friday’s as well. No one else appeared surprised by it so she didn’t bring it up.

She didn’t need them getting curious about it. He wasn’t here – but she had a pretty good idea where he would be, if not now then soon.

She felt nervous as she got ready for her shift, applying her makeup and making sure everything was in order. Her stomach roiled with butterflies and if she put a little extra effort into styling her hair, she didn’t acknowledge it.

Bumblebee roared between her thighs as she sped down the highway, filled with trepidation and anticipation.

There was a game on tonight, and it was local. South Vale were playing North Vale, and so the traffic was heavier than usual. From the highway, Yang could see the stadium in the distance, and knew that Honkers was a popular stop before, during and after a game played in the city.

It was going to be busy.

That was an understatement. More so than when the gamer event had taken place, there were dozens of people inside the store that weren’t even seated, waiting for orders. Yang quickly got changed into her uniform and clocked in, and from the first moment, it was a rush to serve.

“Over here, babe! I could do with a refill!”

“How long are my tots gonna take?”

“Can I get extra sauce, please?”

It felt like Yang was taking part in one of Professor Goodwitch’s movement drills. Sometimes she liked to have the class fight without pause, always on the move, and if you stopped or paused in any way, you lost. Some were better at it than others; Blake excelled at the exercise, used to constant movement. Ruby was also pretty good at it. On the other side of the coin, Cardin hated it with a passion and would loudly complain about it after class because he wouldn’t dare do so in front of Goodwitch.

Yang was so-so at it. Her fighting style often employed stops to set her feet, even though it also contained a lot of movement. Throwing punches from awkward angles stole a lot of their power.

“What can I get you fine gentlemen?” she made sure to add a little extra bounce, her chest drawing their eyes.

“We’ll just have the same, three Honkers original burgers with a side of fries.”

“What do you guys have for dessert?” one of them asked, eyeing her up and down. He settled on her hips and the curve of her butt. “Do you have any cake?”

Yang rolled her eyes playfully and tittered like a mindless buffoon. From the corner of her eye, she saw a hand move in from one of his friends and casually sidestepped it. He blinked in surprise as he missed his grab at her ass, almost falling from his chair.

Unbelievable. What did he think would happen if he actually touched her?

“We do have cake. How does chocolate mousse sound?” she asked cheerfully, while in her mind she silenced that part of herself that wanted to reach out and break that guy’s arm. “We also have caramel fudge cheesecake if that’s more your lane.”

“I’ll take the cheesecake.”

“Coming right up~!”

They were lucky she didn’t put them through a wall.

Many of the customers were wearing merch for the two teams. South Vale were called the Longhorns, and so there was an angry bull on the front, their uniform a mixture of orange, white and soft yellow. It made sense since southern Vale was where the agricultural district was, so it was basically farming country once you left the city proper even though it was technically inside the city limits. North Vale were called the Bears, and you guessed it – there was a pissed off bear on the front of their jersey. Their colors were a mixture of black, white and red – but it wasn’t crimson, more of the softer, unique hue from Forever Fall; the forest that could be found along the northern reaches of the city.

Yang wasn’t really much of a sports girl. She liked her boxing and mixed martial arts, and the professional Huntsman fighting circuit that Pyrrha dominated was always a good watch, but other than that, she wasn’t that interested. Basketball, football, hockey – it was all the same to her. Though hockey had some good fights sometimes, she’d see them on the sports channel back home from time to time.

What could she say? She liked violence.

It wasn’t until it was time for her break that Yang realized a glaring truth.

She hadn’t seen Jaune.

She’d been so worked up about him before the start of her shift and then she’d just forgotten, just like that. She tried to recall if maybe she had seen him, maybe in the corner of her eye – but no, Jaune would stand out.

He hadn’t turned up.

She frowned, nursing her drink. She’d opted for a milkshake; chocolate, naturally. It was thick and ice cold, and she had to put some effort into sucking it up the straw. A healthy swirl of cream capped it off.

But it was hard to enjoy it to its fullest.

Just where was he?

Had he given up? No, Yang didn’t believe that for a second. Was he waiting until things slowed down? It would only get busier once the game finished. Once the thousands of people came flooding out of the stadium, it would be pandemonium.

Was he waiting for that? To make her sweat during the busiest part of the night? He was evil. Pure evil. He wanted to see her stressed and overworked. He wanted to see her exhausted expression? Well, tough shit! It would take more than a little bit of waitressing to tire her out!

“Hey,” Crystal stepped out the back door, holding her own milkshake. “We match! Nice.”

“Hey. Pretty crazy in there, right?”

“You can say that again. Urgh – it always goes crazy when the football is on in town. At least my wallet gets nice and fat on these nights,” she patted her pouch happily. “How you been doing? Raking it in?”

“What? Oh, yeah. Of course. Who do you think I am?”

Truth was, she hadn’t even been thinking about the tips. Reaching down, she felt for the pouch on her belt and it was bulging. That was good. She was more out of it than she realized. Yang had thought she’d been pretty locked in, as well.

Jaune Arc – damn him.

“Say… you haven’t seen Jaune tonight, have you?” she couldn’t help but ask.

Crystal sucked at her milkshake. “Nope. Why? Was he meant to come in?”

She had a sly expression on her face that Yang ignored. “No, not really. It’s just – he’s come in the last two weeks on Friday, that’s all. I thought he might again.”

“Looking forward to it?”

Yang scoffed. “Shut up.”

“I wish he did. It would give me something nice to look at.”

“Why don’t you tell him that? He’d be totally stoked to hear it,” Yang said without thinking.

Crystal hummed. “You know what, maybe I will. I bet he’d be really cute when he gets flustered. Not that he isn’t cute already.”

Maybe then he’d turn his attention away from Yang and focus on Crystal. That’s what she wanted, right?

Right?

Her shift continued and Yang was starting to think that he wouldn’t show up after all. It was getting pretty late, the game was over – North Vale had secured the close victory – and the fans had moved on, drinking away their sorrows at some dingy bar or living up the victory at nightclubs. Just when she thought that maybe she’d been overreacting, she caught a flash of blond hair come through the doors.

Yang felt her breath catch in her chest, her heart skipping a beat.

He was here.

He approached the bar and slipped onto an empty stool. He didn’t bother grabbing a menu because he wasn’t here for that. Oh no, he was here for a meal of a different kind.

Yang forced herself to move, slipping behind the bar. Jaune gave her a look of surprise that she wasn’t buying, those deep blue eyes of his crinkling as he smiled.

“Hey Yang.”

Hey Yang. Hey Yang – as if this was just another greeting between friends.

“So, I’ll have a ten pack of—” but he didn’t get to finish his sentence as she seized his hand and pulled him along the bar. He almost tripped over the stool next to him, stumbling. “Y-Yang? What are you doing?”

Customers were staring, as were her co-workers but she didn’t care.

“I’m taking another break,” she said.

“Uh,” Sepia appeared lost for words.

Things had slowed down considerably, so it was fine. They didn’t need her right now.

She hauled him out through the backdoor this time, dragging him through the staff only area.

“I don’t think I should be back here,” he attempted to pull his hand free but her fingers tightened around his wrist like iron. “Yang, what are you doing?”

He was good. Oh, he was fucking good. As if he didn’t know. As if this wasn’t exactly what he wanted!

She dragged him into the hidden alcove and then shoved him against the wall. His eyes widened in alarm as she sized him up.

“W-Wait,” he stuttered but she wasn’t hearing it. In one swift movement, she pulled her shirt up over her head. Jaune gaped at her chest, and then she removed her bra, shivering a little as the cold air touched upon her nipples. They were already hard – why were they already hard? – but they stiffened even further, to the point of aching.

“This is what you want, right?” she asked gruffly. “You’ve been thinking about these all week, haven’t you? How they’d feel? Well, go on then! Feel away!”

Jaune stared at her dumbly and it felt like he was taunting her, forcing her to make all the moves. As if this was what she wanted, directing him to touch her how she wanted to be touched. Her tummy clenched, something hot and slick trickling through her lower belly as she grabbed his hands.

“Touch me,” she demanded.

She mashed his hands against her tits, and her heart stopped.

Yang had never noticed before but… he had really big hands. And they were warm, blissfully warm, and against her cold, exposed skin, they felt heavenly. Yang inhaled sharply, back arching slightly as she thrust her tits against his hands aggressively.

“Go on,” she ordered breathlessly. “You want this, right? Then take it.”

A shuddering breath escaped her as his fingers tensed, gripping her tits firmly. By skill or luck, she didn’t know, he adjusted his hold on her, the palms of his hands rubbing across her sensitive nubs. A startled moan passed her lips as a shivery, floaty pleasure sparked down her spine – and it made a direct beeline for her crotch, her pussy squeezing in response.

Motherfucker. What was he doing to her?

Her cheeks flushed hotly as he groped her with increasing confidence, his thumb pressing up and in. Yang had always had decently sensitive breasts but this was something else entirely, her entire body humming as he effortlessly pushed her buttons.

Those big blue eyes devoured her hungrily, fingers coming together to pinch and pluck her nipples. There was a twinge of pain before heat spread from her nipples outwards, encompassing her entire breast. When he tugged on them, she almost screamed.

Her panties were quickly becoming soaked, and Yang squirmed, panting as she clamped her thighs together. An insistent itch was building, her clit throbbing in time to her heartbeat. When he rolled her pointed peaks between thumb and forefinger, she bit her lip hard enough to bruise.

“Jaune,” her voice sounded different, filled with something. Something dark and heavy, and thick. He’d only touched her tits a little bit and she felt like she was going to die. “You fucking bastard, are you having fun?”

Of course he was. What guy wouldn’t be having the time of his life, feeling her up? But it wasn’t enough, was it? No, he definitely wanted more. Much more. And Yang was going to give it to him because she didn’t have a choice.

That was the only reason.

She grabbed one of his hands and he froze, looking at her in question. That question melted away as she directed that hand south.

“This is what you’re really after, isn’t it?” she hissed, pressing his palm against her crotch. Even above her shorts, the pressure it created nearly sent her spiraling. “You want my little pussy, right? Fine. I’ll let you touch it.”

“Y-Yang—”

“Put it inside my shorts,” she groaned, rocking her hips forward and almost crying as it drove her clit against his fingers.

Her heart pounded in her ears as his fingers fumbled with the waistband of her shorts and underwear before they slipped in, his hot hand sliding across her mons. She hadn’t shaved in a little bit and felt a sudden flare of panic, feeling self-conscious that she hadn’t kept the field game ready but he didn’t seem to care.

When his bare fingers cupped her pussy directly, she fell forward, clutching at him. Her knees felt weak, thighs trembling.

“Fuck, Yang,” he groaned. “You’re so wet!”

It was odd, hearing Jaune swear. It made her entire body tingle.

“Fuck you, you bastard,” she tried to growl but it came out in a whimper, his hand on her tit squeezing her just right. When his fingers framed her cunt in a V, pressing on her outer lips, she sobbed. “Do it!”

He stroked her directly and she saw stars, bucking against him. Once, twice, three times – and then in humiliating, mortifying fashion, Yang cried out brokenly as her neglected, overheated pussy contracted wildly in orgasm.

Moaning desperately, she writhed in ecstasy as heat bloomed in her womb, melting out of her. He’d barely touched her and she was already cumming, her eyes rolling in bliss as she rutted against his hand again, and again, and again. Without his body, she would have fallen, the only thing keeping her up was her ironclad hold on his shoulders.

“F-Fuuuuuuuuck~♡” she spasmed as he continued to stroke her, unknowingly driving her to rapture too painful to bear. “Ahhhn~! Nnnnngggnnooo~! Oohgaaawwwd~♡”

He’d made a complete, utter fool of her.

She was never going to live this down.