“Get lost, Cardin,” Yang said, her voice laced with irritation as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. The lunchroom buzzed around them, but the tension at their table was palpable. Cardin stood there, his usual smirk plastered across his face, undeterred. “Come on, Yang, you can’t blame a guy for trying. You’re too hot to be wasting your time with the competition.” He gestured vaguely toward Blake, who was sitting across from Yang, her golden eyes narrowing dangerously.Blake’s ears—cat ears, a subtle reminder of her faunus heritage—twitched in annoyance. She didn’t say anything, but the look she leveled at Cardin was enough to make most people back off. Cardin, however, was not most people.Yang sighed, running a hand through her golden hair. “Listen, Cardin, for the last time, I’m not interested. And even if I were, which I’m not, I’m dating Blake now. So, take your ego and your—whatever this is—and shove it.”Blake couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at the corner of her lips. Yang always had a way of being blunt that bordered on brutal, and it was something Blake admired, especially when it was directed at Cardin.Cardin’s smirk faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered, leaning in closer to Yang. “Oh, come on, Yang. You’re telling me you wouldn’t even consider it? I mean, look at me. I’ve got the looks, the body—” He flexed his arms, as if to emphasize his point. “—and, well, let’s just say I’ve got more to offer than anyone else you’re likely to find.”Yang rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. “Yeah, yeah, Cardin. You’re the pinnacle of masculinity. Congrats. Now, unless you’re planning on buying us lunch, get lost.”Blake couldn’t help but chuckle at Yang’s sarcasm, and Cardin shot her a glare. “You think this is funny, Belladonna?” Blake’s smirk widened. “Actually, I do. You’re like a walking cliché, Cardin. It’s almost impressive how oblivious you are to it.”Cardin’s face reddened, and for a moment, it looked like he was going to say something else, but Yang cut him off. “Save it, Cardin. You’re not going to win this one. Now, unless you want me to show you why they call me the ‘brawler’ of Beacon, I suggest you leave.”Cardin glared at both of them but, realizing he wasn’t going to get anywhere, finally backed off. “Fine. Have fun with your little…” He gestured vaguely between the two of them. “...whatever this is. But don’t think I’m giving up, Yang.”“Oh, I’m sure you won’t,” Yang muttered under her breath as Cardin walked away, muttering something about how he “didn’t need this.”Once he was gone, Blake let out a sigh of relief. “Ugh, he’s so annoying. I don’t know how you put up with him for this long.”Yang shrugged, grabbing a fry off her plate and popping it into her mouth. “Honestly? I don’t either. I think he just likes the challenge. Or maybe he’s just that dense. Either way, I’m hoping now that we’re dating, he’ll finally take the hint and leave me alone.”Blake raised an eyebrow. “You really think that’s going to stop him?”Yang grinned. “Probably not, but a girl can dream, right?”The two of them laughed, the tension from Cardin’s interruption slowly fading away. They finished their lunch in relative peace, chatting about everything and nothing, enjoying each other’s company. It was still new, this thing between them, but it felt right in a way that neither of them could quite put into words.---Later, back in their dorm room, the two of them were sprawled out on Blake’s bed, still laughing about Cardin’s antics. “I mean, seriously,” Yang said, lying on her back with her arms stretched out above her head. “Does he really think flexing his muscles is going to win me over? Like, come on.”Blake chuckled, lying on her side and propping herself up on one elbow. “I don’t know, Yang. Maybe he’s just really confident in his… assets.”Yang snorted. “Yeah, well, he can keep his ‘assets’ to himself. I’ve got everything I need right here.” She reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair out of Blake’s face.Blake’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked down for a moment before meeting Yang’s gaze again. “You’re such a flirt.”“Guilty as charged,” Yang said with a grin, her voice lowering slightly as she leaned in closer. “But you like it, don’t you?”Blake didn’t answer, instead closing the distance between them and capturing Yang’s lips in a gentle kiss. Yang responded immediately, her hands moving to cup Blake’s face as she deepened the kiss, their lips moving together in a slow, heated rhythm.When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing a little harder, their faces flushed. “I don’t know,” Blake murmured, her voice teasing. “Maybe I do like it. A little.”Yang laughed softly, her hands moving to Blake’s waist as she pulled her closer. “Just a little, huh? I’ll have to work on that.”Blake smirked, her hands moving to Yang’s shoulders. “Oh, I’m sure you will.”They kissed again, this time with more intensity, their hands exploring each other’s bodies as they lost themselves in the moment. Yang’s hands slid under Blake’s shirt, grazing the smooth skin of her back, while Blake’s fingers tangled in Yang’s hair, pulling her closer.“You’re so beautiful,” Yang murmured against Blake’s lips, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”Blake’s breath hitched, and she kissed Yang again, her hands moving to the hem of Yang’s shirt. “Can I…?”Yang nodded, her hands moving to help Blake pull the shirt over her head. Once it was off, Blake’s eyes roamed over Yang’s toned abs and full chest, her breath catching in her throat. “You’re… amazing,” she whispered, her hands moving to caress Yang’s skin.Yang’s hands returned to Blake’s shirt, and she gave her a questioning look. Blake hesitated for a moment before nodding, allowing Yang to gently pull her shirt off as well. The cool air of the room brushed against their skin, but neither of them cared, too focused on each other.Yang’s hands moved to Blake’s waist, her fingers tracing patterns on her skin as she leaned in to kiss her again. Blake moaned softly into the kiss, her hands moving to Yang’s chest, her touch tentative but eager.As their kissing grew more heated, Yang’s hands drifted lower, her fingers hooking into the waistband of Blake’s pants. She pulled back slightly, her lilac eyes meeting Blake’s golden ones. “Is this okay?” she asked, her voice soft and filled with concern.Blake hesitated, her heart racing. This was the moment she had been both dreading and anticipating. She took a deep breath, her hands moving to cover Yang’s. “There’s… something I need to tell you.”Yang frowned, her concern growing. “What is it?”Blake took another deep breath, her voice trembling slightly. “Some faunus… some of us are… futanari. And I’m… one of them.”Yang blinked, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then, slowly, a smile spread across her face. “Blake, is that all? You had me worried for a second there.”Blake’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’re… not upset?”“Why would I be upset?” Yang asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity. “Blake, I’m bisexual. This just means I get the best of both worlds, doesn’t it?”Blake felt a wave of relief wash over her, but there was still a nervous flutter in her chest. “So… you’re okay with it?”Yang laughed softly, her hands moving to cup Blake’s face. “Blake, I’m more than okay with it. Now, can I…?” She gestured toward Blake’s pants, her eyes filled with curiosity and desire.Blake nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes.”Yang’s fingers gently worked at the button and zipper of Blake’s pants, slowly pulling them down over her hips. As the fabric slid down, revealing the smooth skin of Blake’s thighs, Yang’s breath caught in her throat. “Wow…” she whispered, her eyes wide with awe.Blake’s cheeks flushed, and she looked away for a moment, her nervousness returning. “Is it… is it too much?”Yang shook her head, her hands moving to gently caress Blake’s skin. “Blake, it’s perfect.” She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Blake’s lips before slowly pulling her pants down all the way, her eyes never leaving Blake’s body.When the fabric finally pooled at Blake’s ankles, Yang’s eyes widened even more. “Blake, you’re… you’re huge,” she whispered, her voice filled with admiration. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”Blake’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. “So… you like it?”Yang laughed softly, her hand moving to gently stroke Blake’s length. “Blake, I love it.”

Cardin hit on Yang in the lunchroom, despite her and Blake's clear disinterest, leading to a tense exchange. Yang and Blake later shared an intimate moment in their dorm room, where Blake revealed she is a futanari. Yang reacted positively, and they continued their intimate moment.

“Get lost, Cardin,” Yang said, her voice laced with irritation as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. The lunchroom buzzed around them, but the tension at their table was palpable. 

Cardin stood there, his usual smirk plastered across his face, undeterred. “Come on, Yang, you can’t blame a guy for trying. You’re too hot to be wasting your time with the competition.” He gestured vaguely toward Blake, who was sitting across from Yang, her golden eyes narrowing dangerously.

Blake’s ears—cat ears, a subtle reminder of her faunus heritage—twitched in annoyance. She didn’t say anything, but the look she leveled at Cardin was enough to make most people back off. Cardin, however, was not most people.

Yang sighed, running a hand through her golden hair. “Listen, Cardin, for the *last* time, I’m not interested. And even if I were, which I’m *not*, I’m dating Blake now. So, take your ego and your—whatever this is—and shove it.”

Blake couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at the corner of her lips. Yang always had a way of being blunt that bordered on brutal, and it was something Blake admired, especially when it was directed at Cardin.

Cardin’s smirk faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered, leaning in closer to Yang. “Oh, come on, Yang. You’re telling me you wouldn’t even consider it? I mean, look at me. I’ve got the looks, the body—” He flexed his arms, as if to emphasize his point. “—and, well, let’s just say I’ve got more to offer than anyone else you’re likely to find.”

Yang rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. “Yeah, yeah, Cardin. You’re the pinnacle of masculinity. Congrats. Now, unless you’re planning on buying us lunch, get lost.”

Blake couldn’t help but chuckle at Yang’s sarcasm, and Cardin shot her a glare. “You think this is funny, Belladonna?” 

Blake’s smirk widened. “Actually, I do. You’re like a walking cliché, Cardin. It’s almost impressive how oblivious you are to it.”

Cardin’s face reddened, and for a moment, it looked like he was going to say something else, but Yang cut him off. “Save it, Cardin. You’re not going to win this one. Now, unless you want me to show you why they call me the ‘brawler’ of Beacon, I suggest you leave.”

Cardin glared at both of them but, realizing he wasn’t going to get anywhere, finally backed off. “Fine. Have fun with your little…” He gestured vaguely between the two of them. “...whatever this is. But don’t think I’m giving up, Yang.”

“Oh, I’m sure you won’t,” Yang muttered under her breath as Cardin walked away, muttering something about how he “didn’t need this.”

Once he was gone, Blake let out a sigh of relief. “Ugh, he’s so *annoying*. I don’t know how you put up with him for this long.”

Yang shrugged, grabbing a fry off her plate and popping it into her mouth. “Honestly? I don’t either. I think he just likes the challenge. Or maybe he’s just that dense. Either way, I’m hoping now that we’re dating, he’ll finally take the hint and leave me alone.”

Blake raised an eyebrow. “You really think that’s going to stop him?”

Yang grinned. “Probably not, but a girl can dream, right?”

The two of them laughed, the tension from Cardin’s interruption slowly fading away. They finished their lunch in relative peace, chatting about everything and nothing, enjoying each other’s company. It was still new, this thing between them, but it felt right in a way that neither of them could quite put into words.

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Later, back in their dorm room, the two of them were sprawled out on Blake’s bed, still laughing about Cardin’s antics. “I mean, seriously,” Yang said, lying on her back with her arms stretched out above her head. “Does he really think flexing his muscles is going to win me over? Like, *come on*.”

Blake chuckled, lying on her side and propping herself up on one elbow. “I don’t know, Yang. Maybe he’s just really confident in his… assets.”

Yang snorted. “Yeah, well, he can keep his ‘assets’ to himself. I’ve got everything I need right here.” She reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair out of Blake’s face.

Blake’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked down for a moment before meeting Yang’s gaze again. “You’re such a flirt.”

“Guilty as charged,” Yang said with a grin, her voice lowering slightly as she leaned in closer. “But you like it, don’t you?”

Blake didn’t answer, instead closing the distance between them and capturing Yang’s lips in a gentle kiss. Yang responded immediately, her hands moving to cup Blake’s face as she deepened the kiss, their lips moving together in a slow, heated rhythm.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing a little harder, their faces flushed. “I don’t know,” Blake murmured, her voice teasing. “Maybe I do like it. A little.”

Yang laughed softly, her hands moving to Blake’s waist as she pulled her closer. “Just a little, huh? I’ll have to work on that.”

Blake smirked, her hands moving to Yang’s shoulders. “Oh, I’m sure you will.”

They kissed again, this time with more intensity, their hands exploring each other’s bodies as they lost themselves in the moment. Yang’s hands slid under Blake’s shirt, grazing the smooth skin of her back, while Blake’s fingers tangled in Yang’s hair, pulling her closer.

“You’re so beautiful,” Yang murmured against Blake’s lips, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

Blake’s breath hitched, and she kissed Yang again, her hands moving to the hem of Yang’s shirt. “Can I…?”

Yang nodded, her hands moving to help Blake pull the shirt over her head. Once it was off, Blake’s eyes roamed over Yang’s toned abs and full chest, her breath catching in her throat. “You’re… amazing,” she whispered, her hands moving to caress Yang’s skin.

Yang’s hands returned to Blake’s shirt, and she gave her a questioning look. Blake hesitated for a moment before nodding, allowing Yang to gently pull her shirt off as well. The cool air of the room brushed against their skin, but neither of them cared, too focused on each other.

Yang’s hands moved to Blake’s waist, her fingers tracing patterns on her skin as she leaned in to kiss her again. Blake moaned softly into the kiss, her hands moving to Yang’s chest, her touch tentative but eager.

As their kissing grew more heated, Yang’s hands drifted lower, her fingers hooking into the waistband of Blake’s pants. She pulled back slightly, her lilac eyes meeting Blake’s golden ones. “Is this okay?” she asked, her voice soft and filled with concern.

Blake hesitated, her heart racing. This was the moment she had been both dreading and anticipating. She took a deep breath, her hands moving to cover Yang’s. “There’s… something I need to tell you.”

Yang frowned, her concern growing. “What is it?”

Blake took another deep breath, her voice trembling slightly. “Some faunus… some of us are… futanari. And I’m… one of them.”

Yang blinked, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then, slowly, a smile spread across her face. “Blake, *is that all*? You had me worried for a second there.”

Blake’s eyes widened in surprise. “You’re… not upset?”

“Why would I be upset?” Yang asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity. “Blake, I’m bisexual. This just means I get the best of both worlds, doesn’t it?”

Blake felt a wave of relief wash over her, but there was still a nervous flutter in her chest. “So… you’re okay with it?”

Yang laughed softly, her hands moving to cup Blake’s face. “Blake, I’m *more* than okay with it. Now, can I…?” She gestured toward Blake’s pants, her eyes filled with curiosity and desire.

Blake nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes.”

Yang’s fingers gently worked at the button and zipper of Blake’s pants, slowly pulling them down over her hips. As the fabric slid down, revealing the smooth skin of Blake’s thighs, Yang’s breath caught in her throat. “Wow…” she whispered, her eyes wide with awe.

Blake’s cheeks flushed, and she looked away for a moment, her nervousness returning. “Is it… is it too much?”

Yang shook her head, her hands moving to gently caress Blake’s skin. “Blake, it’s *perfect*.” She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Blake’s lips before slowly pulling her pants down all the way, her eyes never leaving Blake’s body.

When the fabric finally pooled at Blake’s ankles, Yang’s eyes widened even more. “Blake, you’re… you’re *huge*,” she whispered, her voice filled with admiration. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Blake’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. “So… you like it?”

Yang laughed softly, her hand moving to gently stroke Blake’s length. “Blake, I *love* it.”

A new couple, Yang and Blake, navigate their blossoming relationship amidst the unwanted advances of a persistent suitor, Cardin. The narrative delves into themes of acceptance and discovery as Blake reveals her futanari identity to Yang, who embraces it with excitement and curiosity.

The two girls explore their newfound intimacy, with Yang eagerly inviting Blake to grope her chest and Blake’s nervousness giving way to arousal as Yang admires and strokes her cock.

Faunus Alpha Exposure

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