You test something out with Yang

You go along with Ruby to draw on Yang. You want to see about a thought you have. Can you claim parts of things? What about concepts? What are the limits of this power? You let Ruby have her fun with her sister, drawing little images and writing childish insults. Then you get to work.

"What are you going to write?" Ruby asks.

"I don't know," You say. You stare at Yang's sleeping body when your eyes are drawn to her sizable cleavage. Then you have an idea. You shift your back to block Ruby's view and then write right above where Yang's tank top ends 'Jaune's Breasts.'

"Huh, I didn't know you owned Yang's boobs. " Ruby says once you got up from over Yang. "That makes writing on her less fun right? Because you could just write whatever you want on her chest. It's less naughty."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Let's just go back to bed. You've had enough fun for the both of us." You cap the marker and tuck Yang back in.

You wake up the next day with a beautiful blonde bombshell on top of you. Yang looks pissed.

"Yang?" You rub your eyes. "What time is it?"

"Way too damn late. If you don't get up Vomit Boy, we'll be late for team assignment."

"Why does it matter to you if I'm late? You're not ready either."

"Because I need to take a shower to wash all this crap Ruby drew on me," Yang gestures to the doodles you saw Ruby draw on her last night. "And I can't do that without your permission to wash your breasts."

"Wait, what?" You suddenly start to realize what's going on.

"Yeah, and don't think I don't know you were involved. Just be happy I need your permission or I'd give you a serious pounding." She punches one hand into the other's open palm. "Now tell me I can get ready Vomit Boy." You furrow your brow.

"No."

"What?"

"No, I don't want you manhandling the boobs I own just to get off in the shower." Yang rolls her eyes.

"You can't be serious."

"I'm dead serious. In fact," You grab your marker and remove the cap. "Remove your top, I want to write some stuff on my tits." Yang scoffs but removes her arms from the straps of her tank top and shimmies it down to rest on her stomach.

God she's gorgeous. You take a second to admire them before grabbing one. You start to paw at it under the excuse of pulling it closer but you're interrupted.

"I know you're allowed to do this but we really need to go." You cut Yang a glare but get to work. On the left boob, you write "Yang's choice of outfits" before letting it rest. Then you pick up the other one, this time harshly by the nipple.

"Ow." Yang softly slaps your chest.

"Do you want me to do it again?" Yang pouts but stays silent. Your hand is shaking as you write the next line. In a ring around Yang's right breast, well you guess it's your right breast, you write "Yang's morning routine." You look up at Yang as in real time a wave of realization washes over her face.

"I'm sorry, I should've asked you first before demanding I take a shower. I already fucked up by brushing my teeth and washing the easier stuff off my face. Is there anything I can do to repay you?"

"Yeah, well first you can get off me."

"Oh, sorry." Yang gets up from straddling you. You can finally sit up fully.

"Next, um, stop calling me Vomit Boy and I'll call it even about the face stuff."

"Deal. Now, can I still take that shower or what?" You think quickly on your feet. You want to push these new powers and Yang has only hassled you since you got here.

"Are you insane? We're running late and you haven't even given me your morning blowjob yet!"

"Morning blowjob?" You fake a sigh.

"Part of your morning routine is that you give me, Jaune Arc, a deepthroating blowjob until I cum and swallow it all so you have cum breath all day. Keep up Yang."

"Oh, well, let me get to it." Yang crawls over to be in front of you and pulls off your blanket. She then pulls down your pajamas pants and boxers in one motion. She gives you a look upon noticing you're already erect. "Really?"

"It's morning wood, Yang. Grow up. In fact, from now on you aren't allowed to speak until you get your cum fix each morning." Yang opens her mouth to complain but thinks better of it.

Instead, she puts her lips on your tip and starts suckling. Her mouth feels like heaven. In less of a rush Yang might've been quiet, but she needs to get going so her licks and smacks and moans echo the halls. After a couple seconds, she goes further down your shaft, then further, until her nose gets tickled by your blonde pubes. She pulls back a bit at the touch of them.

"Come on Yang, if you don't have to do this right we'll have to start again." You grab the back of her head and shove it down until the top of her nose touches your stomach it's so deep into your pubes. Her arms flail about and she shouts into your shaft. "New rule about your routine: at the end, I'm judging your performance and if I don't find it adequate you have to get me hard again, but this time you're riding me cowgirl style." With that threat, she calms down and goes back to bobbing up and down on your cock. She starts touching herself to the rhythm. You slap her hand away. "Until the daily blowjob is finished all masturbation is to be done with dildos in the ass or not at all." She glares at you but just starts going faster to get this over with. "Oh God Yang, you're such a good blowjob slut." You grab the marker and write some more claims on Yang's back while she's preoccupied. You get down 'Jaune's skills', 'Jaune's reputation', and 'Jaune's source of self-worth' before your writing becomes too erratic to fit anymore. "OH GOD. I'm cumming!"