Growth Opportunity Ch 4

Yang glanced out the window. Storm was coming in, not a big one, but it’d give them some good rain. Which was good—she’d been fretting for her garden getting enough water and this’d break the heat wave they’d been muddling through.

It was funny… even a small storm meant a crash of lighting, the mighty roll of thunder as the wind lashed the trees and rattled the windowpanes, and here was Yang, thinking not about the drama of nature roaring about them, but instead... about how her calla lilies were coming in! Yang Xiao Long, the fiery brawler of Team RWBY, was now as domestic as...

Well, that thought put a quick chill through her. Made her think of what Ruby and Weiss had… asked her to consider.

The offer was… well, Yang knew that Jaune had been the donor for Weiss and Ruby. She hadn’t put much thought into it, because it was weird to think about her sister and sister-in-law’s sex life, but she’d figured it was a better option than going to a sperm bank. Ruby and Weiss lived a fairy tale romance, the knight and her princess, they weren’t going to do something so clinical in giving them a child.

Having sex with a married man was also not the least bit “fairy tale romance,” but… well, Yang could see how it made sense if she squinted. She’d been doing it for Ruby’s Ruby-isms for most all of her life already!

But when Ruby and Weiss had suggested that she and Blake… also look to Jaune as a donor, it had put Yang through a sudden emotional wringer. Because Blake, her eyes still sparkling from playing with their little niece and nephew, was clearly taken with the idea of having a little one of their own. And Yang was… well, she was taken with the idea, too! But with Blake’s political career being where it was, if they wanted to begin their journey to motherhood now, then… then it fell to Yang to get… pregnant.

And Yang felt a deep pit of fear open up when she thought about that. She and Blake had talked about kids, both agreed they wanted kids and that they could be good mothers… but looking at it now… it was hard not to be filled with her doubts.

Blake would make a fantastic mother. Of course she would. Blake was the woman who had taught Yang that she could trust people again. She felt safe with Blake, knew that, no matter what, she wouldn’t leave her or a child behind. Obviously Yang knew she had abandonment issues, but Yang was… Yang was worried if maybe, whatever it was that was wrong with her mother, whatever it was that made her mother hurt her family like that… what if Yang had it as well? What if… what if she was...

She didn’t want to think it. Wanted to talk about it even less, so she had shut down all discussion about children pretty quickly after their visit. And Blake had picked up that something was up, but while she’d broached the subject, she hadn’t pushed it. Which meant that Yang had been just… waiting for the other shoe to drop on her. Feeling a lot like the thunderstorm was rolling in on her, and like it or not, she’d be facing what she tried to keep bottled up inside.

“Hey, Yang?”

Right on time.

Yang turned to her wife, giving her a smile she wished looked a little more confident, a little more Yang-ish, as she readied herself for an emotional conversation.

Blake nodded, as always, able to read Yang like a book. “I wanted to give you some space to think things through, but… think it’s time to talk about it?”

“No time like the present!” she said with false cheer. But Blake’s eyes, those soft amber eyes, welling with sympathy, reminded Yang she had nothing to fake with the woman she loved. It… gave her some strength for this next bit.

“You… know I have abandonment issues,” Yang slowly and deliberately began, only to quickly lose that control. “But it’s not- it’s not like I’m worried you’d leave me with a kid! Don’t want you to think that I’m worried about you being a bitch, but I...” her babbling trailed as Blake laid a sympathetic hand on her arm. She smiled, and Yang… felt infinitely better. That she could say what she had to say here.

“Okay…” she carefully started over, trying to find the words she needed, “I’m… I’m afraid that… that I’ll leave if we... if we have a child together.”

There was no sudden protest. No insistence that Yang was wrong, forced reassurances like Yang had gotten all her life. No, Blake was measured, nodding, hearing Yang’s concerns, and, once sure that she was finished, she asked, “Do you… do you have any reasons you think you might want to leave?”

“No!” she retorted with all her strength, “It’s just… my mom left and while I’ve moved on from trying to figure out why, but now… now I’m wondering if I’ll feel that same… I just… I don’t want to be like her, but I keep telling myself that I don’t know why she left because maybe it’s something inside me! Something wrong, and if I can’t- if I can’t-”

Blake put an arm on her shoulder. “It’s okay,” she said, “Breathe, just breathe a little. Then we can talk.”

Yang knew to take this advice. They’d learned it the hard way, how to handle when her emotions seized her up in their grip,  and as she focused on taking long breaths, Yang realized from the unrealized tears on her cheek that she had started crying as she had her panic.

After she’d had a moment to calm down, Blake clasped her wife’s hand.  “I will never leave you,” she whispered to Yang, “and if you ever left… I would track you down. To the ends of Remnant. So no matter what you’re afraid of, I will never let it happen to our family.”

“I know you will,” Yang said, her voice barely above a whimper.

“You are not your mother, Yang Xiao Long, and that woman was never your mother,” Blake continued, “But you know that. You know that you’re the strong, loving woman I fell for. That I married. And no matter what, the two of us can face anything together.”

Brushing a tear from her eye, Yang gave a soft laugh. “How did I ever get so lucky to be partnered with you?”

“You’re gonna make a great mom,” Blake grinned, “And your boobs are gonna get huge when you’re pregnant, which I am definitely rubbing in Weiss’s stupid face. Not literally,” she added with a smirk, “but if I know my wife...”

Yang chuckled, rolling her eyes as she moved on from Blake’s aside. Blake always knew how to defuse the tension in moments like these. “Yeah, I… really never thought I’d see either of them with a chest, but pregnancy really did it for them.”

“Lucky Jaune,” Blake said with an elbow to Yang’s side, “He must have loved sleeping with Pyrrha, Ruby, and Weiss.”

Yang laughed, of course, but it faded pretty fast. “That’s… the other thing, isn’t it? Are you… are you sure you’d be fine with me… sleeping with Jaune?”

Blake blinked in surprise. “I… shouldn’t I be asking you that question? You’re the one actually sleeping with him in this.”

Yang shifted in her chair. “I mean… I’m your wife and I’ll be with a man. That’s something, isn’t it?”

“I’d get a little jealous, obviously, but I know he’s not going to… steal you away from me!” she laughed, “I mean, Weiss and Ruby got to-”

“But Blake!” Yang said, her voice a little more intense, a little bit too emotional for what she was right now saying, “You’re really going to be okay with- with someone taking me?”

“Yang, what are you saying-”

But Yang was going too fast to stop herself as the words poured from her mouth, “Don’t you understand you have to lock your woman down?”

Yang realized what she said a moment too late. Blake’s eyes went wide for a flash of a second, but quickly, her extremely intuitive wife pieced together what had been said in a careless accident here.

“Maybe,” Blake purred, “this isn’t just about your mommy issues? Maybe… there’s something else you’d like to discuss?”

Yang blushed, furiously, all her usual self-confidence eroded down into a deeply shamefaced expression. They were both proud women, her and Blake, in the bedroom as much as elsewhere. Women like them did not have fantasies about being locked down, didn’t want their spouse to treat them like property, bought and sold on the-

“I always had a suspicion!” Blake crowed as Yang felt as though she shrank before her wife, “Always felt you had a, ahem, submissive side, and now I think I’m seeing something else about us having kids… I have to ‘lock my woman down,’ do I? Oh Pyrrha’s going to love that!”

“Blake, I...”

But her words were cut off with a loving glance and a gentle touch. Blake smiled at her and said, “Yang, it’s okay if you have a fantasy! You’re no less the Yang I know and love for it, and you’re no less my wife. If me being more… dominant in the bedroom would make you feel more comfortable, well...” her soft smile turned to an eager grin, “I think I can be persuaded to put you in your place.”

Yang felt a flood of sudden emotion as she looked at her wife, tears in her eyes, as she could finally admit some of her psychosexual issues to her. “Thank you,” she whispered in gratitude.

“Uh-uh-uh, pet,” Blake said and Yang shivered in unbidden pleasure at how forceful she was being. “If I’m going to have Jaune breed you, I’m going to make sure you don’t embarrass me in front of him. I think it’s time we got started on your training.”

“Ohh...” Yang moaned as Blake reached forward to slip her fingers into Yang’s hair. But unlike how she usually stroked it, treating it with the same reverence Yang did for her golden locks, she instead grabbed a handful… and pulled, painfully jerking Yang closer to her. Which very nearly got her off right there.

“I’m going to be there the whole time,” Blake whispered, “I’ll be as much a part of this as you are. And then the two of us are going to raise a child together and you’ll see what a wonderful mother you’ll make. Just like I always knew you’d be.”

Yang wiped a tear from her eye as she replied, “Th-thank you, Mistress.”

LINE BREAK YANG

It was dark.

Or it wasn’t. At least, it was dark for her. Yang was blindfolded. Blindfolded, gagged, and bound, her body arched back in a way that thrust her chest forward and kept her head angled up. Blake was very skilled with rope, something Yang had made dirty jokes about before they were dating, but she’d never expected it like this. Yang was amazed how the various loops and knots made even the slightest movement cause friction against her sensitive places. Really, she should have asked Blake to bring rope into the bedroom sooner, even if it risked revealing her deepest secret. As she wiggled against the ropes, she felt them kiss every inch of skin they were in contact with, artfully raising her pleasure as-

She heard the door open and immediately moved to be still and silent. Like- like a statue o-or a… or a pet. Gods, she almost came right-

“Well, Mr. Arc, I hope you and your dog get a good look at this fine heifer.”

Yang bit down hard on her gag to keep from moaning, hearing her wife speak of her so… so degradingly. And even though she couldn’t see it, she could picture it perfectly. Blake in the outfit Yang had picked out for her, sheathed in tight leather and with a crop in her hands, Jaune holding the leash that connected to Pyrrha’s collar, the only thing the redheaded champion was wearing as she padded on all fours.

“I appreciate the favor you’re doing me by breeding her,” Blake offhandedly continued, as if talking about a business transaction rather than letting a man have sex with her wife, “But I do want you to understand… Yang here is a fine piece of meat, and I don’t let you even look at her lightly.”

Yang gasped, feeling the sudden squeeze of her wife’s fingers on her chest, hefting, jostling, and pinching her tits.

“You’ve certainly enjoyed your share of women, Mr. Arc,” Blake said with a laugh, “But you’ve never seen tits like my cow’s. Mmmm, they’re so big and bouncy, aren’t they?” she added, jiggling them for Jaune’s assessment. Yang felt a surge of both pride and arousal as her wife showed off her body like she was livestock. Blake’s expertly dexterous fingers were usually so good at teasing Yang’s most sensitive points, but there was none of that here: Blake roughly squeezed and groped Yang’s tits, and Yang struggled to contain herself.

While Jaune evidently was looking her, Yang wondered at what might happen if she didn’t contain herself. In the darkness of her blindfold, Yang allowed her mind to wander, to pretend that she was… in her stall. Yes, she was in her stall, with soft, comfortable straw beneath the table she was bound on for display. Mistress kept her in the barn, where animals like her belonged, and-

AIPE!

A sharp SNAP jolted Yang from her fantasy as she felt the sharp sting of her Mistress’s crop against her exposed buttock.

“Cow!” Blake snapped, “Pay attention while your Mistress is speaking!”

She knew she’d been misbehaving, but oh, the kiss of the lash sent Yang into a whirl of ecstasy. Babbling an apology into her gag, Yang tried to stay focused, but she was still caught in the rush of indulging her masochistic side. Yang knew well the connection between pain and pleasure, always pinching, tugging, and twisting her nipples as she masturbated, but receiving a lash from her wife? Yang was drooling with arousal, and when even the slightest movement caused her bonds to create such friction against her clit…

“Don’t worry, Mr. Arc, she won’t be misbehaving like that while you’re breeding her. There’s only so much you can expect from a dumb cow,” oh fuck oh fuck she was so fucking wet, “Just show her some discipline if she seems to be getting out of line.”

“I think I can manage that,” Jaune said, and Yang could hear the grin in his voice. It gave Yang another little thrill of pride to know that Jaune, who was married to Pyrrha, who had already knocked up a full half of Team RWBY, was clearly affected by her body and the invitation to slake his lusts upon her. She felt him run a finger through her hair, her vanity, his grip tightening as he saw that the fearsome Yang was now utterly defanged, a harmless milk cow…

And gods, she didn’t know if she could get more turned on.

She felt Blake’s hands run over her body, her wife’s delicate, skillful touch familiar on her skin. Yang imagined how she was being shown off, to Jaune and Pyrrha’s lascivious gaze. Blake’s hands looped under Yang’s legs, gripping her by her thighs and spreading them wide. Yang fidgeted, feeling the air on her bare pussy and feeling more exposed than she ever had before, but she was held fast by Blake’s grip. Which all made Yang wetter than she’d ever been, which made her even more aware of how exposed she was. With the blindfold, she could imagine Jaune’s sneer, looking down at her imperiously, the mighty Yang Xiao Long, the brawler of RWBY, the most willful, the most desirable girl at Beacon… now little more than a slutty bitch, an animal, something so beneath him that it wasn’t a fantasy to fuck her but a chore.

Fuuuuuuuuuck, she was getting so turned on as-

Caught off guard by the mix of her overpowering fantasies and her blindness, Yang only realized that Jaune was upon her as his dick was already penetrating her. Gods he was- he was big! Yang was no stranger to men, she’d had a few flings in her Beacon days before she and Blake got together, she’d had some adventurous toys that stretched her to the limit, but Jaune just… he just kept going deeper and deeper! Just splitting her open! She was lucky she was so fucking turned on to be so lubricated as she received him, but...

Fuck, how did Pyrrha handle this?

Suddenly, the gag was removed from Yang’s mouth, her jaw free to move and realize its soreness from being held open for so long… but a soreness that was hard to notice when Jaune’s cock was pistoning in and out of her like a fucking jackhammer.

“You horny little slut,” Blake whispered in her ear, savoring every word. “You love being my little bitch, offered up to a man to be bred. You’re getting off on this like I wouldn’t believe...”

Yang wanted to deny it, still had that part of her that wanted to pretend that she wasn’t a masochistic little sub who got off on being treated like cattle, but oh fuck, Jaune’s dick was so big as it just- just split her open! He was pounding all her insecurities away, all the lies she hid behind, leaving bare only the truth, cradled in her wife’s arms, that Yang Xiao Long was a total submissive pet! And without the gag to hide behind... “It’s true!” she wailed, “I can’t- oh fuck- it’s so true! I’m my Mistress’s little heifer, and I love that she’s finally having me bred! L-like a good- fuck- a good f-fucking cow!”

“Good cow,” Blake said sweetly, planting a kiss on Yang’s cheek, the sudden contact and wetness making her squirm as her heart did loops. Not only did she have her Mistress’s approval… it felt like she’d unlocked the last of the bonds holding her back from being her true self. She was happy, she was free, she was… she was...

She was… ready.

As Jaune slammed into her pussy, Yang cried out, pleading for him to breed her in a wild, incoherent cry, and she was rewarded as she felt the sudden burst of warmth inside her as he released. She squealed, feeling the sheer volume of cum he pumped into her, flooding her pussy, painting her womb white, giving her more than enough seed to fertilize her egg and… and make her a mommy.

Leaning backwards, into her wife’s arms, Yang felt an utter sense of serene calm wash over her. A sense she was doing the right thing, that this was the start of a new stage of her life… and that, in finally admitting this side of her, she could let go of all her fears and anxieties, her worry that she might be judged for showing anything other than constant power and authority.

Suddenly, the blindfold was removed, and Yang, still panting and moaning, looked up through bleary eyes to see the twin amber orbs of her wife’s eyes looking right at her… and her eyes were so full of reassuring love that Yang had to blink away a tear as she whispered, “W-was Yang a good cow, M-Mistress?”

Blake smiled, that radiant, wonderful smile that never failed to melt Yang’s heart as she said, “A very good cow, Yang.”

Then she kissed her. And if the bondage, the rough handling, Jaune’s stupidly huge cock were world-shatter sensations… none of them held a candle to the fireworks that went off in Yang’s mind as she felt her wife’s lips upon hers.

LINE BREAK BLAKE

Resting her head on her wife’s shoulder, Blake snuggled in close as the two of them sat on the couch and binge-watched a sitcom together. She wasn’t really paying attention to what was going on in the show, a silly Valean comedy Yang had grown up with that Blake was watching more to participate in her wife’s interests. But Blake loved these moments of just the two of them, especially enjoying the feeling of her wife’s body against hers. The physicality of touch, the sensation of being literally supported by her… it was nice.

“Feeling frisky tonight?” Yang asked.

Blake snuggled closer. “Mmmm… I’m just happy cuddling.”

“Oh, really?” Yang replied, a sudden teasing lilit in her voice, “And what if Mistress knew that her cow had been… naughty?”

Blake raised an eyebrow at that. Yang was more submissive than Blake was dominant, but she had to admit… Yang had a way of selling Blake on the thought of being her Mistress. Especially now, with her breasts bigger than ever, heavy with milk, just… just literally udders begging to be used.

Rising up from her wife’s shoulder, Blake felt a bit of that dominant hunger creep into her voice as she asked, “And what has my naughty cow been doing, hmm?”

Yang blushed. Gods, she looked so sexy, her usual facade of boundless confidence stripped away, and only a meek, busty blonde sex bomb was left behind. “I...” she mumbled, “I’ve been… waiting for Mistress’s permission to… to touch myself, but pregnancy’s made me soooo horny...”

Blake grinned, tracing a finger over Yang’s body, enjoying the voluptuousness of her pregnant figure. “Naughty cow… don’t you know who you belong to? Perhaps I should remind you what you’re good for...”

Taking Yang by the hand, Blake led her off the bed, where Yang dropped to all fours without needing instruction. Gods, she was into this stuff. How many years had Yang gone with these submissive cravings that she had to force aside? And now, when she had a supportive partner that was all in on her happiness, she was going into it headfirst.

Grabbing the stool and metal pail they now kept by the bed as it had recently entered their love life, Yand quickly took her position, her naked, heavy breasts swinging pendulously over the pail and she tried to look like she was being disciplined, even as her eyes kept glancing, hopefully, towards Blake. Which was funny—Blake had planned to torment her a little, make her wait for the attention she was craving, but when she was looking so… helpless and needy, Blake’s tender heart couldn’t deny the love of her life what she was pleading for.

Wrapping her fingers around a plump nipple, Blake provided a gentle squeeze, rewarding her with a jet of white milk and the thrum of the stream hitting the pail’s metal bottom. Yang moaned in undisguised, wanton pleasure as Blake put a hand on Yang’s other teat, and soon, she was properly milking her well-bred cow.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Yang murmured, panting with arousal as Blake drew squirt after squirt of milk, the sound changing from the metallic drum of milk hitting metal to the splatter of milk against milk. “You- you’re gonna make me cum, Blake, you’re gonna- hnnn!”

Yang gasped as Blake suddenly stopped milking her. She looked up, her face a mix of fear and need, as Blake put on her most disapproving glare.

“Blake?” she asked, “Did I give my cow permission to call me Blake?”

“Nuh-no, Mistress!” Yang quickly amended. “I- I’m sorry Mistress! F-forgive your dumb cow f-for forgetting her place! I- She’s too stupid to realize- AIIEEEEE!”

Blake yanked on both of Yang’s nipples, making her squeal in erotic pain. Blake wasn’t much into sadism, but seeing this side of Yang, seeing the meekly submissive moo cow where normally was unrelenting confidence… that did get Blake’s motor going.

“You’re lucky you have so many ways you can make this disrespect up to me,” Blake sneered as she cruelly wrung the last drops of milk from Yang’s breasts. Moving to the bed, she spread her legs wide and gestured at her pussy. “Your idiotic apologies aren’t cutting it, but your tongue’s still useful for something!”

Yang dove forward. “Oh f-fank you Miftreff...” she said, her words muffled by Blake’s folds as her tongue went wild. Blake knew she’d done a good job as a Mistress when Yang ate her out with this much gusto! It was hard to keep up the role of the domineering, impossible-to-please dominatrix when Blake’s eyes were rolling as she threw her head back and cried out in pleasure. But still… she had to think of her wife’s pleasure as she grabbed two handful’s of Yang’s lustrous locks and pulled her deeper into her pussy.

Tightening her thighs around her wife’s head, Blake gasped out, “Is that- is that all you can do you dumb cow? If you- oh- if y-you can’t satisfy me,” oh fuck, she was so close! “I’ll- I’ll make-” oh fuck fuck fuck! “I’ll make you watch as Jaune breeds me, too!”

Blake didn’t realize what she was saying until the words were said. There was a sudden pause that crackled through their lovemaking. Did- did Blake want to sleep with a man again? With Jaune, specifically? Hell, did she even want to be a mother as-

But the pause was swiftly broken as Yang went to town on Blake’s clit with a sudden and renewed vigor. Whatever Blake might think about spreading her legs for Jaune, Yang was surely into it, and she expressed her assent orally. With Blake suddenly caught off guard by a sudden reconsideration of her bisexuality, she had no defense against Yang’s redoubled assault and so it took no time at all for her to realize her climax was unstoppably upon her.

“Augh-guh!” she cried, trying to hold, to yank at Yang’s hair, to give some sign of dominance before she toppled head over heels into her orgasm. “C-Cum for your M-Mistress you- you dumb animal!”

It was the one thing that could slow Yang down, unable to keep up her oral assault as she screamed in ecstasy from between Blake’s thighs. It was enough to give Blake permission to let herself go, and she too joined her wife, soaking her face with her juices as she squealed in pleasure.

Taking a moment to catch her breath, Blake loosened her legs to look down at Yang, a tired, blissful expression on her face as the two of them tried to regain their equilibrium after such a wild moment of passion.

“Didn’t… didn’t think, hoo, didn’t expect this tonight,” Blake said with a tired giggle, helping Yang up onto the bed.

“Mmmmm...” Yang murmured as she tumbled down beside her, “Well, I was hoping for something like this, but...” she shivered, “Just… the thought of you getting… making me watch as Jaune...”

“Yeah...” Blake said, feeling a shiver of her own. She realized her hand had subconsciously found its way to Yang’s belly, tracing the swell of the child growing within her. Motherhood agreed with Yang, her body just… exuding maternal warmth and beauty. And Blake knew that Yang, in spite of all her self doubts, would make such a loving and wonderful mother. Would Blake…

But her thoughts were cut off.

“Did- did he… did he kick?” Blake asked, unable to hide the delight from her voice.

Yang smiled, rubbing a hand protectively over her belly. “He did,” she murmured, knowing that their son, their firstborn son, was already showing how strong he was. Just like his mothers.