Future Story -- Pressure Points

So I wrote a little more and thought I'd share a piece. I have a habit of sometimes writing ahead when I want to work on certain scenes, so this takes place in chapter 2 probably.

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Yang grimaced as she reached for the book on the top shelf, her back and shoulders flaring with a dull ache. Grabbing hold on the spine, she pulled it from its perch before returning to her table, her younger sister Ruby and Blake, her partner, waiting for her. Something must have shown in her expression because Ruby shot her an inquiring look.

“Are you okay?”

Blake paused in her writing, glancing up quickly in concern. Yang waved it off, but neither missed the way her face twitched.

“Yang?” Blake questioned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she tried to play it off but she quickly saw they neither of them were buying it. “Really – I just need to get some new bras. The support is lacking and... I’ve grown again.”

Blake looked sympathetic – and envious, amber eyes flitting down to eye Yang’s very impressive chest. Despite the pain her girls were causing her right now, she smirked.

Don’t get her wrong; Yang loved that she was particularly blessed in the breast department. Not only did she like the looks of envy other women gave her but she also enjoyed the looks of longing men shot her when they thought she wasn’t looking. She was hot stuff and she knew it, and her large breasts only added to the total package that was Yang Xiao Long. It also made teasing guys so much easier, waving her assets under their nose and watching them struggle to remain unaffected by her.

But for all their upsides – their shape, their perk, their symmetry – they also came with downsides, few as they were. Even so, they existed, and one of those downsides was the fact that her bras often failed to provide them with the proper support they needed.

Big tits were heavy. Who would have thought, huh?

Finding the perfect bra was a pain, and then having to replace them because she was still in the midst of growing into a woman even more so. When she approached the end of a cup size and required to step up, it was particularly brutal. The strain on her upper back and shoulders was considerable.

Especially on days where they had Combat Class.

Stretching her back, she groaned as she thrust out her chest, arching over the back of her chair in an attempt to straighten out her posture. There was blessed relief... for all of five seconds. As soon as she sat forward, she felt her muscles spasm.

“Urgh,” she groaned.

“It can’t hurt that much,” Ruby rolled her eyes, full of doubt. “I feel like you’re just being dramatic.”

“You wouldn’t know because you have tiny tits.”

Ruby wasn’t fazed at all by the insult, her innocence protected her against such shame.

She just shrugged in the face of Yang’s attack.

Yang scowled. “You won’t be saying this when you’re older.”

...though now that she thought about it, Summer wasn’t particularly large. At least, not compared to Raven. She wasn’t small but not big, either. Summer Rose fell in the middle ground. Maybe Ruby wouldn’t find out the pains of a full figured body.

Yang clucked her tongue, annoyed that she was now thinking about her bio-mom. The only good thing Raven gave her were her genetics, as much as Yang wanted to deny it. Raven was hot. As much as it pissed her off, facts were facts.

“Whatever,” Ruby said, disregarding her words. “If you’re in so much pain, you should get Jaune to give your shoulders and back a rub.”

Yang blinked. “What?”

“He’s really good at it,” Yang thought her sister was trying to be funny but her face was completely serious. “Trust me. Ten minutes and you’ll be as good as new.”

“How do you know this exactly?”

That was Blake.

“Because he did it for me,” Ruby said, as if that should have been obvious. “Though he didn’t do my back. He did my feet. They were really sore and he offered to rub them for me.”

Yang frowned.

“He wasn’t taking advantage of you, was he?”

Cold silver eyes stared at her, telling Yang exactly what Ruby thought about that statement. Ruby was a very happy go lucky girl that it was surprising whenever she got truly angry, since it didn’t happen very often at all. When it did happen, though? Yang was reminded that her little sister took more than just her looks from Summer Rose. She had been a woman slow to anger but when she did reach that point?

Look out. Even her Uncle Qrow wouldn’t dare mess with their mother when she got into a foul mood, and Yang had tipped Ruby into that zone with her careless words.

It didn’t help that those hauntingly beautiful eyes were extremely expressive and off-putting, making Yang sit back and raise her arms.

“Woah, hey – I’m just asking!” Yang said defensively.

“I expect that from Weiss,” Ruby said evenly. “Not from you.”

Blake looked between the two sisters, suddenly realizing that the conversation had taken a turn somewhere. Yang could see the surprise etched on her partner’s face. She’d never seen Ruby ticked off before.

“What am I supposed to think? He’s an older guy and you said he just offered to rub your feet? Of course I’m concerned!”

Ruby’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Okay, Yang knew she was being a little unfair. Jaune was a good dude and an even better friend, and he’d never given her reason to believe that he wasn’t. He was one of the few guys she knew that hadn’t instantly stared at her tits the first time they met, though maybe that was because he was too busy throwing up on her boots. But even the second and third times, and every time since, Yang had never caught him giving her babies the side-eye.

Maybe his tastes ran smaller. He did have a massive crush on Weiss, after all.

But even with Weiss, Yang thought he never overstepped. He tried to flirt with her and woo her with clever pickup lines but he was never rude, or crude, or overstepped in any fashion. Sure, he couldn’t take a hint but he was harmless. He shot his shot, and when Weiss brutally turned him down, he went about his day and didn’t bother her again until enough time passed that it was totally acceptable that maybe, just maybe, she had changed her mind.

Not that she ever did.

But was it so strange for her to be concerned when a boy lay his hands on her little sister? She didn’t think so.

“Jaune wouldn’t harm Ruby,” much to both of their surprise, it was Blake that spoke up in his defense. “He isn’t that type of person.”

“I didn’t know you knew Jaune that well,” Yang commented, unsure. Had she missed something? “I don’t think I’ve seen you two speak more than a few words to each other.”

Blake shrugged. “We study together sometimes. He isn’t very good at History and so I’ve helped him out a few times, and in return, he has given me some pointers on our tactical theory work. He is... really good at it.”

Ruby nodded along, happily. “Yeah. He scores really high in our leadership classes. Professor Peach loves him.”

“And I’ve known the types of guys you are worried about,” Blake continued, a dark look crossing her features for a moment. “He isn’t one of them. Trust me.”

“Huh,” Yang said.

I guess there was more to him than she thought.

“So... you said he gives good rubs?”

Ruby beamed – and Yang was just happy that she wasn’t angry at her anymore.