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When Blake woke up that morning, it was to a most welcome feeling on her face. Nice, soft, warm…
And quite heavy.
She shoved at the toned body pressed against her, taking a deep breath when the ninety pounds of tit was moved off her.
Yang yawned, and blinked blearily down at her. “Morning.”
Blake blinked up at her, and shook her head. A quick look around her showed Nora and Weiss curled up on her left, Pyrrha holding Ruby close on her right, two identical girls she’d never met before resting their heads on either of her shoulders, the psychotic girl from the fight with the paladin resting her head on her abs, Jaune and Ren sitting at the foot of the bed wearing matching collars, and finally, Professor Goodwitch hanging in some form of swing she was almost certain she had never seen before directly above the mass of flesh.
“Yang?”
The blonde leaned down and brushed their lips together. “Yeah?”
“Did I forget to turn my swag off last night?”