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The low-hanging morning glow of Vale’s summer sun peered through the various leaves and branches surrounding a dirt path through the kingdom’s western jungle. Birds, bugs, and critters were out in full force and chittering to each other, mostly unseen amongst the branches. Their chirps dampened as a tall, strong figure strode along the pathway with confidence, seemingly enjoying her morning stroll. Yang Xiao Long walked with her arms up behind her head, occasionally yawning her sleepiness away as she progressed onward. The morning walk was, in fact, quite nice and relaxing, but she wasn’t out here for leisure.
One of the local villages had been beset by a horde of beringels, massive ape-like Grimm that tended to take whatever fancied them and anyone who opposed them could fuck right off. The strongest (and pretty much the only) fighter in the village, a semi-retired huntress, had a broken leg, so the village had come together to fund a formal request for huntsman help in clearing the horde. Yang had always wanted to arm wrestle a beringel, so she had taken the job with no questions asked. The village was so thankful, they had offered her a room at their tiny inn for the night before and after her mission on top of her fee! Sometimes, folks truly were the kindest.
As hard as it had been to roll out of the soft comfort of the bed at the inn, Yang had gotten up at the crack of dawn this morning to head into the jungle. She figured the walk in could be her warm-up before the real workout began. According to the little information the village had about the horde and its nest, she shouldn’t be running into any of the tormentors yet, but she certainly kept her eyes open for tracks, or worse, other Grimm.
Given this area was certainly in the warmer part of Vale, Yang was wearing clothes closer to the style she had often worn during her time at Beacon. She had squeezed into a pair of tight black booty shorts, donned a yellow sports bra and tank top, and completed the look with a light brown utility jacket (for storing extra shotgun shells) and leather boots. Her long, golden mane of hair was down around her shoulders and she had her lucky purple bandana around her right thigh. Topping everything off was an excessive amount of bug spray; Yang didn’t need any buzzing pests taking a bite out of all the skin she liked to show off.
Rounding a corner of trees, the young huntress did take pause at the sight of several large maples up ahead that looked like they had been pushed slightly off center. Her hands instinctively lowered off her head as she dialed up the caution just enough to feel safe. Examining the brush around her, Yang saw there was a larger number of broken branches, displaced grass, and overall sign that larger creatures passed through this way. The athletic bruiser took this time to put a cap on her warmup by stretching everything out.
She rolled her shoulders and neck in circles, wringing out any lingering tension. Turning her torso around both ways, she felt her back crack OH so nicely. Lastly, she spread her legs far apart and bent forward at the hip, sticking her butt up in the air. Yang shifted her hips side to side, making sure to really get her legs stretched and loose. Once she felt completely limber and ready to punch something big in the face, she pressed on to closely inspect the displaced trees.
Upon closer inspection, the partially-uprooted trunks were missing large chunks of bark, likely having been ripped off when the displacement had happened. Switching Ember Celica into its active form along her forearms, Yang stepped softly past the crooked trees and through the brush beyond them. It was clear this was a beringel’s path, just based on the amount of brush that was displaced, so following their trail would be a cinch.
Maybe a quarter-mile later, Yang began to hear the low grumbles and snorts of Grimm ahead of her. Crouching low, she continued forward until she reached the edge of a makeshift clearing. Peering out of one of the surrounding bushes, she saw five mountainous Grimm within the nest. Two were asleep in a corner to her right, one seemed to be digging around a pile of branches and rubble, and the other two were butting heads and pushing each other around all alpha-like in the middle of the open space. Yang decided it might be best to try and use her element of surprise to try and blitz attack those two, in the hopes that they may have already roughed each other up a bit. She wasn’t going to wait around for them to pick up her scent, so she pointed her arms backwards, loosed an explosive bolt from each barrel, and flew forward into the enclosure with a mighty roar.
Before the beringels could perceive what the source of the noise was, Yang had landed just under the larger one and threw one, two, three devastating haymakers to the small of its back. Each one came with either a fire or explosive dust-infused shotgun blast, immediately shredding the beast into dust. As the other large one roared furiously, she cocked her elbow back in anticipation of its charge. Sure enough, it lurched at her with its arms outstretched, letting her land an easy right cross to its jaw. The blow wasn’t enough to put it down, meaning its massive tree trunks for arms still slammed against Yang’s sides. Perhaps it wasn’t as rough of a blow as it could have been because of her own pre-emptive attack, but it still rang her bell for sure.
Acting quickly, Yang ducked down before launching her “Big Bang Uppercut” (patent pending). She fired one shell into the ground to propel herself upwards and simultaneously punched up into the beast’s chin. The twisted creature’s jaw cracked under her power before it toppled over and withered to dust. The remaining three beringels were all very awake and very aware of her presence. Though they didn’t roar at her (perhaps they were used to letting the “alphas” do that), they did charge towards her with murderous intent. Knowing she wouldn’t stand a chance head-on, Yang turned and bolted into the jungle behind her.
“Come and get meeeeee!!!” She whooped with a massive grin across her face. Using all of her impressive muscular build, Yang leapt and swung from tree to tree, delighting in the thrill of a good chase. The remaining Grimm chased after her, two from the ground and one up in the trees with her. Keeping a cocky eye over her shoulder at the massive monster closing in on her, Yang leapt from tree to tree until she reached one thin enough for her plan. Leaping for the slimmer trunk, she gripped with with both hands and let her momentum carry her around three hundred and sixty degrees before flying back feet first at the charging beringel.
“”YAAAAHHHH!” Yang cried mightily as she stomp-kicked its jaw and knocked it backwards into the trunk of the tree it was occupying. As it tried to orient itself, clearly dazed from the kick, Yang rushed forward, pointed both of Ember Celica’s barrels at its face, and sent it to the same dusty fate as the first two she fought.
Glancing down with the same dauntless ego in her violet eyes, Yang leered at the two remaining beasts below. Seeing how she had stopped fleeing, they both began to ascend nearby trees to reach her level. Trying to think of a plan quickly, Yang hurried past their respective trees and continued to flee. Until she had a one-on-one matchup, standing and fighting was near suicide. She leapt from branch to branch, thinking maybe she could pick one off with the range on her rocket shells, until she felt one hand close around a much older, frail branch. Her eyes went wide with sudden fear, but there was nothing she could do to stop her momentum from bringing her full weight onto the branch.
SNAP!!
“Shit!! Shit!!” Yang cried as she tumbled from twenty feet up. Behind her, she could hear the beasts closing in, so she decided to take her shot with the best plan she could think of. With cat-like agility, she rolled herself around so that her back was facing the ground. Concentrating, Yang willed all of her aura towards her backside to try and cushion however much of the fall she could while simultaneously raising her fists towards the upper branches she fell from. Praying those apes were as hot on her heels as she thought, Yang fired two shots from each gauntlet upwards. Just as the flaming bolts were about to pass through the canopy, one of the beringels looked over the edge of its perch and took two of the shots to the face, ending its pursuit and scattering its ashes to the wind.
“Yes!! Eat shit!!” Yang cried, half laughing at her own luck. Her joy was short-lived, however, as her back impacted the ground hard and she tumbled head-over-heels down a decline in the jungle floor, each impact breaking away more of her aura. Finally, just as she seemed to be slowing down, her left ankle caught under a thick tree root and Yang heard a sickening ‘POP!’ She howled in agony as pain shot through the lower leg. The root had finally brought her momentum to a halt, but at the cost of an extraordinarily painful ankle sprain, possibly even a break.
“Ahh…ahhhaaahhfuucckk…” Yang moaned, sitting up and gingerly grasping her foot to inspect the damage. Her aura could maybe heal it if she hadn’t just spent most of it surviving her tumble in the jungle. And even if she did get it walkable, there was going to be pain for probably a week. But more to the issue at hand, Yang knew she was about to have a massive beringel upon her very quickly. Surveying her crash site, she saw that the decline in terrain had dumped her into a sort of bowl in the jungle. If it was even possible to climb out on her ankle, it would be ridiculously slow. As if on cue, she heard a shuffling if limbs accompanied by grunting as the last remaining Grimm stuck its head over the edge of the bowl. It growled at her menacingly as it slowly descended the hill towards her, clearly showing caution despite its anger. Once it got within a few feet, Yang shouted in rage and swung her fist forward, firing a bolt of fire at it.
“Fuck off!!!” She shouted, punching forward to loose another round. Her heart sank as a pathetic ‘click!’ Sounded, signaling her lack of ammo. The beast growled and lunged forward, pushing her back into the ground with its massive hand. Yang squirmed underneath its grip, but she did not feel it trying to crush her. Instead…its hand shifted along her chest. Large, black fingers rolled over her figure, seeming to find particular interest in the curvy mounds on her chest.
“You…you can’t be serious…” Yang panted, still wincing in pain from her ankle. She wiggled backwards and pushed herself up onto her one non-injured leg, but the beringel quickly lurched forward to keep hold of its new focus of interest. Yang turned to try and hobble away, but both of the ape’s strong hands reached around her and landed squarely on her breasts. She felt them press into her soft flesh exploratively, almost rubbing her through her tube top. While a small sliver of her mind was thanking the gods that she wasn’t dead yet, if she wouldn’t even let the boys back in Beacon do this, she sure as fuck wasn’t going to let some ape grimm feel her up. Drawing on what little aura she had left, Yang channeled her fury into a burning inferno. Her hair glowed yellow and orange, her irises shone crimson, and because her aura was so depleted…her activated semblance was at its strongest.
“I said….” Yang growled, grasping one of the beast’s hands with both of her own. She planted her one good foot and spun around, using her superhuman strength to pull the hand with. They spun together in one full circle before Yang angled the monster upwards and released her grip.
“FUUUCCCKKK OOOFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!”
Her howl of rage echoed with the beringel’s as it was thrown hundreds of feet into the air. Yang fell onto her ass from the lack of control she had over the spin, but watched the black figure fly far, far over the trees, disappearing without a sound. The exhausted huntress fell backwards, laying prone as she caught her breath. Short rest…regain aura…fix ankle…go home. Solid plan.
***
Yang honestly didn’t expect that plan to work. She pushed in the door to her room at the inn after being warmly received by the village folk, exhausted and ready to take a nice shower. Her ankle was back in place but still rather painful, so a bath really would have been more ideal, but she wasn’t going to complain about a free room. She peeled her outer layers off and set them on the bed before moving to the bathroom in her bra and underwear.
The attached bathroom was pleasantly furnished, with a pleasant-smelling potpourri bowl by the sink and complimentary shampoo and conditioner in the shower. Best of all, there was an ornate window letting the last remnants of the sunset in to reflect off the tiles and mirror. The inn was on the edge of the village, so Yang was treated to a beautiful view of the jungle. She also wasn’t shy about her body, so having a window didn’t bother her as she popped the clip on her bra and let it fall off the front of her torso. She let out a contented sigh as her breasts bounced free, feeling like they were free of an hours-long chokehold. Yang also pushed her panties down her legs and stepped out before stretching her full nude body out, shaking out all of the day’s many stressors.
The shower began to run warm water and Yang stepped in, forgoing closing the curtain behind her. She was enjoying the relaxation too much anyway and there was nothing but trees outside her window…or so she thought.
Looming in the darkness offered by the many trees, ten yards away from Yang’s bathroom window was the last beringel from the nest she had cleared out that morning. It watched her shower, surprisingly non-hostile for a creature of Grimm. As Yang stood under the faucet and let the water cascade over her body, the beringel watched closely, its inky black member beginning to swell between its legs.
Yang reveled in the therapeutic pounding of the jets against her sore muscles. She rubbed her hands up and down her sides, massaging the tension carried over from her mission out of her muscles. As she worked, the ministrations rippled along her breasts and made them bounce. Soon enough she began gripping her mounds even more intently, squeezing and groping at her own supple chest. The puffy pink nipples dotting each one’s center soon became engorged and stiff, especially when one of her fingers grazed across it.
Outside, the beast began to huff and grunt as its breathing became heavier. It began to paw at itself in similar ways to the huntress it was watching, unsure of where these feelings were flooding its body from. Its hand finally found the swelling girth protruding from its pelvis and gripped the thick length. Feeling the electric sensations firing off from the nerves within, the beringel growled excitedly as it began to grip and stroke itself.
“Hmmmmm” Yang hummed to herself as she enjoyed the peaceful, intimate moment. She lowered her hands down her washboard abs, running her fingers through the creases as she went. Someday, when she had a significant other, she’d like to imagine they would take the time to appreciate her body in this way. It certainly was more pleasurable to her than the few hot ‘n heavy encounters she’d had at Beacon. The tips of her fingers gradually reached her thighs, spread out along the muscular masses, stroked up and down, and stirred her insides to life.
The beringel’s black member had grown to full mast as it stroked itself to the sight of the beautiful huntress feeling herself up. It was large enough that the beast could add its other hand, double-fisting its thick meat with reckless abandon. A bead of swirling black pre-cum oozed out of the tip, dripping onto the grass below. The Grimm felt a strange energy building within, something new and exciting! It continued to huff out heavy, rolling breaths as it stroked the long phallus.
Yang brought her hands together at her core and ran her fingers around the puffy pink lips. Warm, slick fluid that certainly had not come from the shower head coated her digits and she smiled devilishly. The horny huntress clenched her thighs together around her hands, loving these times where she could take it slow and go at her own pace.
Outside was certainly a different story as the beringel reached a pace where it could feel its muscles twitching and clenching in unfamiliar yet pleasurable ways. It watched Yang’s beautiful form, dripping wet and writhing deliciously around itself and felt its pleasure hit a peak; all of its muscles clenched and roiling black seed shot from the tip sticking out of the clenched fists. Shot after shot flew out onto the trees and grass in front of it as the beast’s orgasm petered out. Still breathing heavily, it retreated back into the woods, intent on pursuing these sensations further. Within the confines of her bathroom, unaware of the scene outside, Yang continued to enjoy her well-earned intimacy.