Pairings: Futa!Pyrrha x Fem!Jaune
Warnings: First chapter is just fluff and plot. Second chapter contains gender bender, futa-on-female sex, oral, cunnilingus, etc.
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A Pyrrhic Victory
Waking up in the mornings was not usually a stressful task for Jaune Arc. But waking up with a massive head ache, a huge weight on your chest, and the discovery that he (or, as the case might be... she) had somehow dimension traveled after the attack at Kuroyuri? Yeah, that was pretty stressful. The genderbending only added to that fact.
"Look, for the last time," Joan said with a groan as Nora hovered over her with a goofy grin, "I'm feeling perfectly fine except for my headache. And it's only a sickness-type headache, not a hit-your-head type one."
"I don't know, you sound kinda crazy!" Nora exclaimed happily, bounding over to Ren - - whose name in this weird world was Leaf Ren.
"Leave her be. She must have had a stressful morning, coming from a different dimension."
The calm statement, resonating in that smooth, silky voice that Joan knew so well, came from a very familiar redhead sitting on Joan's bed to her right. The sight of Pyrrha Nikos alive and well made Joan's heart wrench. Memories of the chaste kiss in front of a collapsing Beacon Tower, before getting roughly pushed into her weapon storage unit, swept through her mind, and she had to blink tears away. She'd thought she would never see Pyrrha again when Qrow had delivered the blowing news. The sight of the herculean warrior, as beautiful as Aphrodite in her simple, red pajama top, gave rise to mixed emotions that Joan felt very uncomfortable feeling.
"Stressful morning..." Joan's voice caught in her throat. "Yeah, you could say that."
"What are we like in your dimension?" asked Ren with a casual smile. Despite the gender swapping, she still was as cool, calm, and collected as Joan's Ren. That brought a lot of much-needed comfort. She'd probably need someone to release her troubles to eventually.
"Well... to start off with, you and I are both guys, and my name's Jaune, not Joan."
"We are?" Ren blinked, surprised.
"Mmhm. Everything else seems to be generally the same, too, except that in my dimension, this one evil woman called Cinder started a war on Beacon Academy during the Vytal Tournament, and a lot of people were hurt." Joan couldn't help but glance at Pyrrha sadly as she said this. The other woman started, perhaps picking up on the implications. "Our team almost broke up. RWBY was shattered. We all had to go home. Then, that winter, Ruby - - the girl, not the team - - contacted Ren, Nora and I, and we set out on Cinder's trail to Mistril Academy, just the four of us."
Nora's smile froze. "Wait, just the four of us? Why didn't Pyrrha come along?"
"Because..." Joan winced and clenched her hands into fists. "Because she... Because I couldn't..."
Nora and Ren exchanged sad glances, understanding dawning within them.
Pyrrha's warm hand - - how long had it been since she had felt that last? - - rested gently on Joan's shaking shoulder, and the blonde drew in a soft breath. "Joan," Pyrrha said calmly, smiling, "it's alright. I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere."
"But I didn't..." Joan was openly sobbing now, unable to hold back the pain and agony she had felt ever since her partner's death so many months ago. It was too much having her alive again, too much to be able to see her soft, smiling face in front of Joan's own. "I didn't even get to t-tell you..." Unable to continue any further, Joan simply buried her head against Pyrrha's shoulder, sobbing and clutching desperately at her, vowing to never let go again.
"Um, Ren, Nora?" said Pyrrha, lifting her gaze up to them and offering them an apologetic shrug. "Could you give me some time alone with her, please? I think she needs it."
For a couple seconds, neither Ren nor Nora reacted. Then Ren blinked and smiled, tilting her head down in a small bow. "Right. Come, Nora. Why don't you help me make pancakes?"
"PANCAKES!?" The ginger's eyes lit up and she nodded eagerly. "Yes, please! Lead the way, Miss Ren! TO THE KITCHEN!"
She promptly zoomed out of the room so fast that nobody was quite able to register her motion.
Ren facepalmed. "Lead the way, she says, before going off on her own," she muttered, and stepped out of the bedroom with a resigned sigh.
When they were at last alone in the room, Pyrrha reached up to stroke Joan's long hair as she continued to cry into Pyrrha's pajama top. It was a calming maneuver that her mother used to do to her whenever she'd get particularly upset or lonely. She whispered low, reassuring things into Joan's ears. It hit her hard, seeing her first and biggest crush so distraught, and Pyrrha wanted to be able to help her.
"Joan," she said, closing her eyes, "what was that thing you didn't get to tell me?"
"I..." The blonde sniffed, shook her head, and looked up at Pyrrha with wet eyes. "I don't know i-if..."
"Shh, calm down. I'm here now, aren't I? You can tell me now."
Joan hesitated. She wasn't sure if Pyrrha's feelings in this world would be the same as in her own. After all, Ren and Joan were different genders, and Cinder Fall apparently had never existed... or at least, hadn't made any moves yet. Part of her still insisted that this was some sort of weird, painful dream, but the warmth of Pyrrha's fingers brushing the tears away from her cheeks chased that theory down the drain. Maybe Pyrrha was right - - maybe Joan could finally be at peace if she could just tell her partner that she loved her.
"W-what... what I never got to tell you, in my dimension," sniffed Joan, brushing Pyrrha's gentle hand away and staring straight into her beautiful eyes, "is that... I love you."
For the famed warrior, time itself froze, and she stared down at Joan with wide eyes. She couldn't quite believe her ears. Joan Arc, the woman who constantly pined after Weiss Schnee and was oblivious to nearly all other potential partners around her, was in love with her?
"J-Joan..." stammered Pyrrha, her heart throbbing, "you... you love me?"
The blonde swordswoman wiped her wet eyes furiously. "Yes. I have since the moment I saw you in the locker rooms on our first day here. A-And when you accepted me despite knowing that I'd cheated my way into Beacon, and decided to teach me how to fight... my feelings only grew stronger. I never realized them until the night of the dance, but they were always there, Pyrrha. Always."
Pyrrha blinked rapidly, her breathing increasing in pace. Everything that this Joan had said was directly parallel to events that had happened in this world. She remembered it all like it was yesterday - - a bright-eyed Joan, confident and clueless, offering Pyrrha a "place on her team;" a tearful Joan on the rooftop, terrified of isolation because of the reveal of her secret; countless hours of training under the dark, starlit sky; a light, weightless feeling like being free at last as she danced hand in hand with Joan, who looked charmingly ridiculous in her suit and tie, at the school dance. Since all of these events had occurred the same way in this Joan's world as they had in Pyrhha's world, then that had to mean that... her Joan held the same feelings for her as this one.
"Joan, I..." Pyrrha swallowed, her eyes damp, so light-hearted and relieved she couldn't quite find the words to convey what she wanted to. Unable to speak properly, she settled for wrapping her arms around Joan, pulling the woman towards her, and locking their lips in a soft, warm kiss.
Joan's breath caught in her throat. The last time she'd kissed Pyrrha, it had been a chaste, bittersweet kiss, a farewell. This time was warm and alive, Pyrrha's soft lips, plump and pink, pulling and biting at hers in a method that could be described only as passionate. Moaning, shivering, Joan returned the kiss with equal gusto, her hands lifting to trail gently up and down Pyrrha's clothed back. She was terribly aware of the fact that she was a very bad kisser indeed, having gotten zero practice due to never having successfully dated a girl before. Even so, Pyrrha seemed to enjoy it immensely; a throaty groan that gave rise to a curious tingle in Joan's groin rumbled from Pyrrha's throat the moment Joan started kissing her back.
The kiss lasted two minutes, maybe three minutes, every second like a blissful eternity. When at last they could breathe no longer, the swordswoman and warrior broke apart, gasping and grinning like morons.
"That..." panted Joan breathlessly, "was... amazing."
Pyrrha shifted around, her pants now incredibly tight. "Mm... it was... delicious."
Joan blushed, and the redhead could not help but love the way her cheeks turned the color of strawberries.
"Does this make us boyfr - - er, girlfriends?" asked Joan, still unused to the fact that she was... well, a she now, meaning that she and Pyrrha could not actually be boyfriend and girlfriend.
"If you want us to be," giggled a notably hopeful Pyrrha.
It felt almost too good to be true. The universe had to be playing some terrible trick on Joan - - perhaps Team RNJR had encountered a Grimm that caused hallucinations, or maybe she was dreaming, or maybe she'd eaten bad mushrooms recently. Being able to see Pyrrha again, and being able to actually go out with her - - even if she was doing so in a universe where she and Ren were genderbent - - felt so fantastical that Joan could barely believe it was happening. But Joan had never been one to throw away a shot, and so, tears once again building up in her eyes (this time due to happiness), she said, "I do. I want us to be together more than anything in the world."
They tilted their heads forward once more, lips brushing happily against each other - -
"PANCAAAA...heeeeey," trailed off Nora's voice, accompanied by the opening of the dorm's door.
Pyrrha and Joan leaped off of each other in a terrible fright, glaring at Nora and Ren, who stood somewhat horrified in the doorway, with furious blushes.
"NORA!" they protested, cheeks burning.
"Were you two... kissing?" asked Nora, her face slowly twisting upwards into a conspiratory grin.
"NORA!"
"Come on, Nora, let's... leave them alone for awhile longer," suggested a thoroughly embarrassed Ren, tugging at her partner's collar as she turned and left. Joan couldn't help but notice the short lady wink at her before turning around, however, which only served to make her blush even hotter.
"Awwww, but Rennie - -"
The door shut behind them as Ren dragged Nora out of the room.
Pyrrha and Joan blinked at each other, weak smiles turning up both of their lips.
"So, uh... now that we're girlfriends... what should we do...?" asked Joan. Her hand unconsciously lifted to mess with a lock of her hair, twirling it between her fingers. It was a nervous habit that Joan had always had, and that seemed to have translated over to this version of her as well, if only due to muscle memory.
Pyrrha's pants tightened. She could certainly think of some things to do. "Well, we already do almost everything together," she said, smiling. "But we have some free time today since it's a Saturday... would you like to go out into town on our first date?"
Joan's heart leaped. "Of course! Where would we go?"
"We could get some breakfast and then go catch a movie. I know a secret place by the sea where we can relax, too."
"Sounds like a date to me!" Joan exclaimed, a smile spreading across her face. "Let's get dressed and then go."
They giggled happily at the prospect of their first date, smiled some more at each other, and then got up and started changing out of their pajamas and into clothes. While they did so, the warrior could not help but reminisce on the day's events. Pyrrha had not woken up that morning expecting to finally get Joan to become her girlfriend, much less to kiss her. She had certainly not expected her crush to be taken over by the male version of her from a more tragic parallel world. However, everything had worked out for the absolute best way it possibly could. Pyrrha was absolutely positive that this day could not get any better.