Bullied By The Bellabooty

Yang had been amping up her awkward flirting for a while now, and Blake felt like the time had come to do something about it. She didn't actually hate the idea of trying out a relationship with her, she found her kinda cute honestly, but she wanted to test how serious Yang was about the whole thing. There are all sorts of things that can make two people click or not, but looks played more than a small part in at least the initial interest. But Blake wasn't interested in having a relationship that only went skin-deep, her and Yang had been friends for quite a while and she wanted their bond together to be what defined them. Now Blake was a bit self-conscious about her looks, not just the ire she drew for being a faunus but also the fact she was a bit lacking in certain "assets". But while her chest was a bite of a sore topic for her she at least had confidence in her perky rear, and had noticed Yang drooling over it more than once. That was what gave her the idea for this little test, if she could strip away Yang's lust for her dumptruck but the girl still tried to flirt with her, she would know she had a keeper. A little spike of shrinking dust was all it took to reduce the surprised blonde to the size of an ant, and Blake picked her up and brought her to the desk while ignoring her sqeaking cries.

"Calm down my little bumblebee, I'm just giving you what you wanted. I've seen how you look at my ass and I'm not as dense about your flirting as you might have thought, so I decided to give you the FULL experience of it."

 Without another word the smug Huntress turned around, giving the now beet-red bug an eclipsing view of her magnificent rear before dropping it on top of her like a sack of rocks. The massive weight from the giant Blake booty sent pulses of pain throughout Yang's body and the lingering scent of rancid farts burned her nostrils, but its soft texture and just the knowledge of what it was seemed to wash all of that away for Yang who only grew more and more aroused. Unable to see this however Blake assumed her tiny cushion must be suffering, and continued her plan with a grin. Over the next hour or so Yang was subjected to butt-drop after butt-drop as well as some intense grinding, but despite the pain she continued to moan in pleasure as she was smothered by the godlike bum. Blake even let a few farts rip out although she regretted them a bit, and while they burned Yang's eyes and made her gag the fact alone that they were coming out of her crush made her slowly warm up to them. By the time Blake felt like she had done enough Yang was a lovestruck mess, which shocked the teasing smile off of Blake's face for a full minute. Blake was a bit annoyed at her failing plan while oddly flattered a bit that Yang was THIS attracted to her, but quickly found her resolve to kick things up a notch. Not even bothering to speak to Yang again Blake silently dropped the still giddy bug into the back of her pants, sealing her into her cramped prison with a simple snap of elastic. Blake knew the shrinking powder wouldn't wear off until the victim was in a place that could fit their regained size, so she had all the time she needed to break her new plaything. Blake ended up keeping Yang in her ass for three whole days, the shrunken girl being forced through an endless cycle of clapping cheeks, voring rears and deadly gas. When Blake finally released the poor bug back onto the desk where it had all started she expected a tirade of swearing, hateful looks and probably a few weeks before she even spoke to her again, so her jaw dropped when the little thing cheering and making doe-eyes at her. She had used her as a fart-filter for hell's sake, but she actually looked more in love with her than before?! The whole thing left Blake feeling worn and weirded out, but feelings of embarrassment and affection quickly welled up as well. While quite far from the relationship she had in mind with Yang the worshipful attitude whether shrunk or not in the weeks to come filled the faunus up with pride, which could very well rise to a full on god complex if Yang kept tirelessly praising every inch of her body and whatever came out of it. Shrinking shenanigans were starting to become commonplace in Beacon, but the relationship between a bug and a cat was strangely one of the most frequent and mutual instances of it.