Some (hot and) heavy reading

Blake heaved a deep, shuddering breath as she turned the page on a particular steamy passage of the new volume of ‘Ninjas of Love’ she had finally picked up. As far as she could tell, none of her friends in Beacon knew the title was a smut series, which had spared her from humiliation when she was caught reading it in the courtyard and had emboldened her to carry it everywhere without fear of judgement. Still, she couldn’t exactly “appreciate” the story as intended while out in broad daylight with her friends around her. But today, Ruby had talked Yang into some “sisterly bonding” and Weiss was asking all the teachers about extra credit opportunities, so she was free to truly indulge in her habit at last.

”What a pathetic excuse for a Kunoichi you are, if you can’t even master your shame.” Karachi sneered at Hanabi as she sank to her knees, but she was wrong in her taunts. It was not shame which overcame Hanabi after having a group of enemy ninja destroy her clothes and glare down at her from every angle. It was desire; a lusty craving for exposure built by years of repressive training in stealth and combat and deception. To be stripped of every last stitch and pretense, to be rendered a bare and **** female, had turned from a dread to a yearning in Hanabi’s heart years ago. And now it had finally happened, her body and soul rejoiced in the kiss of the wind and the piercing gazes of the circling shinobi. Whatever last scrap of her mind that was still focused on her mission knew she had to escape immediately, for if she stayed like this a moment longer her self-control would be completely torn away as well, and she would offer herself up to their touch as well and then-

Blake knocked the book to the floor as she rolled on her back and undid her short pajama robe. This was the series’ first real hardcore dabbling in exhibitionism, and damn if it hadn’t sold the fetish to Blake in an instant.

‘God, but how would I react in a situation like that?’ Blake wondered to herself as she squeezed her breast and pussy vigorously. The black-haired cat Faunus had spent years doing covert missions with the militant branch of the White Fang. She had long dreamed of a day when she could show her beast-parts with pride, no more sneaking or disguising or attacking in the night.

But now those thoughts took on a more fetishistic light; of stripping of far more than just her ribbons, of humans not just accepting her body but expressing desire for it, of being caught during a raid by tall, white-uniformed security guards and brought out in the light for punishment. Stripped of her clothes, leered and jeered at by Schnee Corp goons, just a naughty little stray kitty, naked and mewling, admired and about to be played with.

‘Is this me? Is this... what I really want?’ Blake questioned through the haze in her brain, some now distant part of her aghast at how far the fantasy was going. Her slim fingers caught a sensitive spot in her quim as she continued to pump away, and the orgasm that she found herself pitching through seemed to provide the answer ‘Yes, it really is.’