(RWBY Vore) Yang's Afternoon Meal

Late Lively Lunch

It was a pleasant afternoon at Beacon Academy. Classes had finished for the day, and the students were spending their free time either relaxing in their dorm rooms or out and about, socializing with one another or sparring. The four members of Team RWBY were no exception, and had split up to pursue various activities. Ruby was currently sparring with Team JNPR, taking Zwei with her, Weiss Schnee was off at the CCTV Tower to get in touch with a family member of hers-she hadn't given any further specifications-and Blake had slunk off to the library to curl up in a corner with a book, leaving Yang Xiao Long, the muscle of the team, in their dorm to relax.

Or trying to, at least.

A rumbling roar emanated from the blonde brawler's stomach, resounding throughout the dormitory and evoking a groan from its owner, who was currently lying on her bed in her sleepwear, desperately trying to take her mind off the gnawing abyss within her midsection.

"Sooo... hungry!" Yang moaned, her golden blonde hair hanging off the edge of her mattress like a curtain as she lay on her back. The blonde brawler had slept in a bit that morning and had had no time to eat breakfast before classes started, and she had been held up at lunch by Team CRDL (The four bullies were now all in the academy's infirmary with various broken bones for picking on Velvet one too many times in front of the golden-haired powerhouse) for long enough that there wasn't a scrap of food left in the cafeteria by the time she had gotten there. Now, Yang was starving, and there was nothing she could do to ease the problem: the Huntress-in-training had already emptied the small stash of snacks she kept under her pillow, but it had done little to assuage her loudly protesting stomach.

Unless... the blonde bombshell thought to herself slyly, a coy grin slowly stretching across her face. If there wasn't any food available, perhaps she could go out and find some. Getting to her feet, Yang crept over to the door, poking her head out into the hallway and looking around. Sure enough, a fairly well-built boy, about a head taller than her with brick red hair and purple eyes, dressed in a simple red shirt and pants, was walking through the hall with his back to her, whistling a nameless tune to himself.

Yang licked her lips at the sight of him. Perfect. 

She slowly sashayed over to the boy, putting a bit of swing into her hips as she walked and shifting into the catlike stride that had gotten the attention of many a guy (and girl-the blonde wasn't picky) over the years as she closed in on her target. The novice Hunter didn't even know the blonde brawler was there until she draped herself against him, her large chest pressing against his spine.

"Hey there, tiger," She whispered into his ear, wrapping her arms around his shoulders-and smiling inwardly at the definite muscle she felt beneath his shirt-and keeping her voice at a breathy, seductive tone; like a charm, the guy stiffened like a board as soon as he felt her body against his own, his face turning an even brighter shade of red than his hair. "What's a sweet thing like you doing all the way out here?"
"Uh... um... n-nothing." The boy eventually stammered out, his voice almost a squeak as he choked out the words. "J-just, uh... t-taking a walk, that's all."

"All alone? Oh, you poor boy." Yang cooed, tracing little circles on his chest with one finger. "Why don't you come to my room and... keep me company, hmm?" She had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing as the hapless Hunter nodded so hard that it looked like his head would come off.

"You haven't even asked me my name yet, tiger; worse yet, you haven't told me yours." The blonde brawler drawled, taking the boy's hand and guiding him back to her dorm. "I'm more than just a pretty face, you know."

"M-my name?" The guy stuttered, his brain desperately trying and failing to process the fact that a highly attractive female had seemingly appeared out of thin air and had invited him to her dorm for sex. "Uh, it's... V-Venet. Venet Vermillion." He finally said nervously, beads of sweat running down his face. "A-and yours?"