"Mr. Arc, will you please get your feet off of the table?"

"Sure." A lad with flaxen hair slid his monochrome sneakers off of a steel surface. He cracked his hands, then settled them on the same spot in an upright stance. The other side was occupied by a middle-aged woman, a blonde dressed in an orderly fashion. Her high-waist skirt didn't catch his attention as the tight hair bun and glasses, charming qualities. It boggled his mind that any teacher was allowed to wear a white pleated top like hers, one with a hole that portrayed her huge cleavage for the world to see (lots of fun he wanted to have with this feature).

In spite of such passion, Mr. Jaune Arc wasn't sure how he was to approach Glynda Goodwitch, not yet when he still had to fulfill a promise in relation to this meeting. For this occasion, he dressed in fine casual: a yellow-buttoned shirt, black jeans, and a dark-blue jacket stitched with quilted leather. He also fixed his hair, brushed it back for a slick style (some nerds kept calling him some Aizen Sousuke douche, didn't know what fiction that name was from).

"Mr. Arc, with this meeting, you're here to gain entry into Beacon, correct?"

Jaune expressed a lax smile. "Yep."

"And you expect to get in with these credentials?"

The younger male nodded, "Sure. I went to combat school. My past achievements should tell you that most of the exams and tests wouldn't give me a hard time like it did for most first-years."

"True, early graduation would imply that." Goodwitch glanced at the papers on the table, a profile gathered on her subject of interest. "It's odd that you're applying right as Beacon's half-semester ends."

"I was traveling. It took a bit over a year to tidy up loose ends." Memories of the past months filled Jaune with nostalgia. "But now I'd like to apply and get my Hunter certification. It wouldn't be bad to make some friends with the people over there too, networking, something of that sort."

"Is that it? Making friends? Are you sure there are no intentions involving the fact that most of our female students have reached at or above the age of eighteen?"

The comment surprised Jaune, not enough to disarm him of his natural smile. "Sure, since I like to mingle with people in my social range."

"Mr. Arc, may I remind you that Beacon has gathered official and personal records of a student's past. Your history is certainly dyed with peculiar stains."

A silence followed the reveal. Jaune was sure Goodwitch sought to find a trace of fear on his face. None of such markings appeared. "What kind of stains are those? The lies that try to give me a bad rep or the truth related to the times I help people for free?"

The professor placed one piece of paper below so her eyes could scan the printed words. "There is a list. Let's begin with the first: driving a bus full of screaming children past an orphanage. Their terror attracted a horde of Grimm into both the building and the city."

Jaune almost rolled his eyes. "That orphanage fed their kids to those beasts because they worshipped them, used that place as a damn front for gathering offerings. I smacked around some heads, took the kids away with a bus I 'borrowed,' then drove them towards the side of the city filled with Hunters. Is that so bad?"

"I read the damage reports." Goodwitch never looked up from her reading. "Although the denizens were safe, some of those Hunters had to retire due to the severity of their injuries."

"And did you read the part on where those kids went after I dropped them off in front of the police station?"

"They found appropriate shelter with a group of generous citizens."

"Who I paid to do just that. There, saved the day all by myself."

Goodwitch looked up. Her scowl already set the tone of her current opinion. The delighted Jaune let that go; he was used to the fact none could ever believe in his achievements.

"Second item," the professor resumed, "the Atlas military filed a complaint about a squad of battle androids found in provocative positions at their base. Eye witnesses pointed you as the one who dismantled them during their patrol around a nearby village."

"They shot Cinnabun." Jaune remembered that wonderful lady, her adorable brown squirrel ears covered in white stripes. "And her friends got hurt because those robots were programmed to harass Faunus people. So I took them out. The last part wasn't my fault."

Jaune tried not to snicker as he lied through his teeth. He couldn't confess on delivering all the androids' middle fingers to General Ironwood's office with a note asking him to shove it up inconvenient places - stop coloring his nose brown all the time.

"Next item, Faunus rally. You turned it into a riot so they would all storm the factory."

"The lesser Schnee running that place tried to make them work for free." Jaune drooled a bit at that interesting memory. "Got rid of that and scored some free Snowflake bars. The things I'd do for those awesome treats."

"On that note, disfiguring a Schnee's statue, one of three considered by their assigned areas to be under the protection of the law."

Jaune snickered, "It was too tall, totally inaccurate. Took it upon myself on fixing that."

"The crotch area was burned off."

"Nobody fixed any of it until the Schnee curators got there and took it off the pedestal. You should have seen it, the crowd took pictures. Even the news got a good story on how the statue seemed 'historically correct' compared to references."

Goodwitch clicked her tongue before she bent over to one side. As her moving breasts caught Jaune's eyes, she sat back up with a white, rectangular device in hand. "Those were the official records. Personal records are filled with mixed reviews of how you interact with those you consider is in your 'social range.' Let's take a look, shall we?"

As the professor made the excess effort in reading details out loud, the interrogated blond let his mind wander on the past. How he wished he wasn't here, how he hoped he could find himself in between a woman's legs like he was a while back.


In a past one-night stand...

"Do we have to go this fast?"

"Yes, hurry. I need to leave soon."

Jaune bent down to have his lips meet another pair. In this kiss, he tried to be gentle. The other pressed hard to ravage his tongue with hers. He fought back, turned this into a battle for domination.

The blond one thought he had the advantage even when his back had was placed against a mattress. He didn't have to shed any clothes; his guest wanted to make this a quickie done in this motel room found at some shady side of the city.

On top of Jaune - straddling him - was an orange-haired lass. Her adorable face and blue eyes enamored him when she sent a face pic hours before on a dating app. Her appearance was more decent compared to most, even better in person when she met him in a white tank top, dark jacket, and pink skirt. By experience, gals with firm arms and legs like hers indicated there was a body just as fit under the clothes - a perfect candidate for a fun booty call.

The only downside was her goal: she wanted to end this quickly. Although he complied, Jaune didn't make this easy. He even gripped her wrists so she couldn't shed any of their clothes during the french kiss.

"Come on, let go."

"Make me." Jaune chuckled as she tried to twist off from his waist. After several pulls, the amused blond rolled with the next. By the time they stopped, he sat on top of her. He pinned her arms against the bed and leaned down to lock lips for another makeout session.

"No, stop," she breathed. "I have to leave soon."

The blond rascal trapped her wrists into one hand. He trailed kisses down the bare neck as his free hand squeezed the shirt's chest portion, the soft breast beneath the snow-white fabric. "Even if it means you can't cum? You can't rush good work, Nora."

The bottom body shivered. Jaune smiled in the kiss as his hand slid down until they went inside the skirt. He continued to explore until a finger poked into a pussy, went past the bare lips. One push dipped the digits deep inside, stretched and spread the inside canal. Nora arched her back; Jaune pressed his stomach into hers to trap her. This restriction poured more passion into their lip lock - tongues constricted into a small knot.

The top male pulled away from the kiss. Nora gasped for air with red cheeks. She tried to reach forward for more, but Jaune had already crawled back on his knees until his mouth ran into her tit. Like a hen, he pecked around until he found an erect nipple. One bite of this mound earned a cry from the gal. Never did his fingers stop pushing into her pussy, curling to make the moist, warm walls shudder. Soon, the insides clamped down before fluids trickled down his arm.

"See? It takes a couple more minutes to make this happen."

Nora moaned as the orgasm coursed through her system. Jaune yanked the fingers through the tight, vaginal muscles. He hovered the triple culprits in front of her face to show their shiny coat of juices. "Now that you're this wet, do you really want to stop?"

"W-what?"

The experienced blond stood on his knees. He motioned down to his blue jeans, put attention on the huge bulge that a tip stretching towards close to the belly button. Nora eyed this spectacle with wide eyes. Jaune was sure the small puddle on the bed sheets pooled out of her snatch.

"Are you fine with just this orgasm or do you want to go back to your bestie and ask him if he has a cock this big that can give you the best sex of your life?"

Nora Valkyrie, Jaune remembered, spent all night in that hotel. She even overslept, worried her friends and classmates. He made sure to leave behind enough lien that she could use for the ride back to her dorm. The lad also left a note that had his email address.


"Mr. Arc, are you listening?"

The blond lad snapped out of his pleasant trip down a decadent moment of his past (one of many he'll later find enjoyable and regretful. Depends on whether or not the author can keep up with all these notes). "Huh? Sorry, which part of that list are we on?"

"The sexual harassment notes your school received concerning interactions with some female classmates."

"I can't apologize for those.' With a straight face, Jaune declared, "Most of them came from boyfriends who suck at making love. They definitely hated seeing me in the showers after combat practice."

Goodwitch adjusted her glasses and furrowed eyebrows. Jaune finished, "Others came from lesbians, the rest from teachers who catch me on the occasion I spent quality time with some in a classroom. One case is the reason why I left to travel the world, take a break from society before I came back."

The teacher sniffed. She turned shut off her device, killed the screen's illumination. "I'm not here to debate on the moral grounds of those occasions. What worries me more is whether or not you'll become a distraction to most of our students."

"Things will be normal," Jaune answered, well-mannered. "I'll either find a girlfriend or have fun with some people. I'm just another guy going through college, trying to survive all the guns and violence that comes with the job training."

Goodwitch tapped the table with a finger. Sternly, she remarked, "We also heard decadent rumors involving you in our area. That means you've already acquainted yourself with some who are more than willing to let you have your way. That advantage in itself is a dangerous privilege to have in a private institution."


In some prequel I may or may not write, who knows...

"Fuck, you're a fast hopper. How much energy does a Faunus like you have?"

In this memory, Jaune occupied a mattress - one of four in this room's two bunk beds. He was naked as the day he was born. Sweat slid down his body. Other fluids spilled off of the waist area as another figure bounced on his cock.

"Please stop talking. I want to get this done soon."

The ridden blond snickered at this gentle request. He merely enjoyed the sight of a slim brunette riding his dick, giving warm and immense pleasure with her vagina's sliding. The gal's bare back and bouncy C-cups didn't excite him as much as her hazel bunny ears.

"You're not the first one from Beacon to tell me this. Why is everyone in such a damn hurry?"

"Because we could get in trouble if someone sees us together." The rabbit pressed her pussy down to the base of the penis, rubbed her crotch against yellow pubic hairs. She spun her waist side-to-side like doing a workout, screwed the cock in a new direction.

Jaune sighed, "You're not bad at this," before he smacked an ass cheek. It delighted him to see the flesh jiggle. "But if I'm not ready to blow soon, what should we do about that?"

"Please do, I just need your semen, then we can end this."

"I know." Like a hyena, the male chuckled, "Ever wonder what would happen if you don't get knocked up this round, Velvet?"

"Then we'll either try again or I'll find another man."

Jaune didn't mind her comment; he planned to wrap his cock in an Aura condom. He didn't do so yet just to feel her hot soaking walls wrap around his phallus. But talk of impregnation fueled a need to try harder, raise his hips to force Velvet's lower body into the air.

"What are you doing?" The Faunus planted her feet into the mattress. She tried to balance herself on top of her partner's crotch. The man used incredible strength to keep her in the air in a bridge stance.

"Just shoving my cock in the fun way."

Velvet screeched when Jaune moved his hips. Her legs dangled about with this mid-air fuck. All Jaune focused on was the thrusts, continued the rhythm that smacked his tip against her cervix. This strenuous pose lasted for many minutes filled with shrieks and the smacks of wet skin.

Soon, the Faunus arched her back. When she moaned, Jaune reached up to squeeze her tits. He also lifted his hips high, dug his penis deep inside. The timing matched the moment juices squirted out of the pussy. The wetness dripped down the dick and balls. This wet sensation convinced the bottom lad to unleash his load, ejaculate inside. Thick ropes of cum filled his protection; some residue spilled out to join the Faunus's waterfall.

"N-not fair," Velvet whined. "The seed didn't go inside me."

Jaune tilted his body. The rabbit slid off to lay on the mattress. She puffed out her cheeks and aimed frustrated eyes his way. The sole Human found this arousing, especially when her body heaved from the recent lovemaking. In his right mind, he would have realized there was an issue with the matter that he was having sex with someone whose interests aligned with early motherhood.

Unfortunately, the young man was more interested in the joys of coitus. To this end, he kissed up Velvet's stomach. In a soft whisper, he sighed, "I'm sorry, force of habit. So you want to try again?"


Jaune did visit Beacon several times. To his surprise, people already blabbed about him, or rather shared evidence that attracted attention to his activities.

"What? Those people must have been lying. There's no way I'd come here when I was in other parts of the world, professor."

Of course, Jaune had to lie. He didn't want this hardass educator to be on his tail throughout the school year. To his fortune, her opinion on this matter didn't hold weight on his admission.

The interrogated lad even prepared to share his own news when Goodwitch cleared her throat, straightened her back. "Mr. Arc, I'm sure you understand that in light of your testimonies and confirmations, this decision will have to be postponed. Our committee will send you our answer sometime soon, hopefully before you consider alternatives."

Jaune recognized a bullshit answer when given one. The interviewer presented the classic, 'snail mail rejection,' made sure he was far enough not to throw a tantrum or send any troubles within the immediate vicinity and time period. However, the lad already planned a vicious counter he hoped would make events go as planned.

"There's no need for that. Ozpin already enrolled me the other day."

The professor's stoic face fell into astonishment. One eyebrow twitched; she looked like a cartoon villain punched in the gut - an extravagant show of shock.

"E-excuse me, the headmaster never informed me about his decision."

"That's because he asked me to come and meet you out of respect for you and the process." Jaune shared a smile wide enough to display his set of pearly teeth - a victory smirk. "So it looks like we'll see each other after the weekend. Third period after lunch; I'll try not to slip into a food coma during class."

Papers took off into the air; the screen on the single Scroll cracked. Purple energy surrounded Goodwitch's form. Jaune let winds and a pressure wave wash over his form unfazed - he's faced worse circumstances than being in the crossfire of a highly trained Huntress (imagine three with weapons in hands).

As fast as it came, the winds stopped. Report sheets landed on and scattered across the floors. Goodwitch cleared her throat, then slid one strand of her golden locks to the side - regained composure damn quick.

"I see. Well, the headmaster does have the authority to do whatever he desires. I'll...contact him to confirm your attendance. If everything falls into place, then be sure to come on time or else you'll throw dirt on this facade you worked so hard to put up."

The professor wasn't convinced of his lies. Jaune couldn't blame her for that; he just wanted to have some fun at Beacon without problems - get some chores done along the way.

In light of this fun presentation of first impressions, Jaune had another goal in mind. He started, "What about yours?"

"Excuse me?"

"You think I'm full of it? It's not healthy to suppress the feelings you have for the headmaster. He just pulled a fast one on you. Pretty disrespectful when you're doing everything he doesn't want to do on his own time, drinking that coffee without a care in the world."

Goodwitch bit her lip. When it seemed like she was about to agree with him, she announced, "The headmaster runs one of the world's finest Hunter facilities with fair judgment and respect. I am grateful to him for being a decent man in his position."

"Come on, professor. I'm not going to rat on you for venting." Jaune laxed his stance, leaned into his chair. "I don't spy, but some friends of mine always mention you look exhausted when they see you. Does the man you're trying to defend really offer much to your satisfaction?"

The blonde teacher's face hardened. Jaune detected more frustration than anger; he found her stress point. His next move ensured plans for the rest of the evening.


"Okay, so no to dinner, but yes to wine. Is it a bad time to remind you I don't have a license to prove my legal age?"

"When does the law ever stop an asshole like yourself, Mr. Arc? You already drank more than I did and you're still sane enough to act like the smug juvenile you are."

Jaune shrugged before he bent forward to kiss Goodwitch. The professor returned this with her own suckles. She moaned into his mouth as his cock rammed into her pussy. Her back was against the cold surface of the very table used for the recent 'interview.'

Ironic because now, Jaune used it to effectively start putting her into an mind-numbing, orgasmic coma. They did not even shed any articles; he only had his pants down enough for his huge cock. Past the dark panties, the meat pole smacked into the snatch.

The lad thought it strange how the past hour went. First, he and the teacher left this small office to walk on the streets without a word. When they got back on the subject of Ozpin, Goodwitch entered a liquor store to buy several bottles of Pawmegrante wine - Faunus brand of sweet alcohol. They drank the beverages in secluded parts of town - she blabbed on about complaints regarding both the headmaster and her job. He actually found it enjoyable to be in the company of an unwinding woman. They always had the energy to make sex long and passionate.

"Ugh, go slower. I haven't had a penis inside me for a long time."

Jaune obeyed. In exchange for speed, he placed more power into his hips. The table rocked; its creaks didn't scare him with the fact the support could collapse at any moment. "Why's that? Job or boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?" Goodwitch shrieked the last word; the well-endowed male found her g-spot. "I never had a boyfriend."

"So General Ironwood doesn't count?"

The professor tapped the top of her lover's cranium. Although it was light, this was the hardest physical contact she's given so far. "You already brought my issues about the headmaster into light. Please don't ruin this by including that bastard."

The hiss convinced Jaune to move on, start unbuttoning the teacher's front buttons. When he undid the last one, the lad spread the flaps apart to reveal a large violet bra. The size looked to hold a pair of DD-cup breasts (the classic double dairies). For the sake of enjoyment, he decided not to unbound them yet. Instead, he gripped the fabric, dug fingers in to make sure the flesh beneath felt his touch.

With the upper body secured, Jaune picked up speed - drove his cock over and over into the wet pussy. He slowly worked inside inch by inch, made his way back up to the cervix. This, his tit fondling, and ear nibbling forced various cries out of the older woman. Even when her volume increased, he wasn't concerned since the room's walls were noted to be thick. And at this hour, the building was empty. The entire area was theirs to use however way they see fit for their amorous acts.

Minutes into their heated union, Goodwitch stammered, "M-Mr. Arc." She grunted when the penis head reached the mouth of her cervix. "I-I'm already almost there. Slow down."

Jaune licked his lips. One idea left him sharing a mischievous grin. "You want to draw this out? Fine." One thrust from his waist squeezed the cock up the cervix, smooched the womb. The receiver quivered as she puffed out small gasps. "Now we'll just wait until you cum."

"No, Mr. Arc!"

These last words came out before the teacher threw her head back and screeched like a banshee. She quaked as a flood of juices came out of the vagina. The fluids trickled across the table; Jaune enjoyed the wetness and tight grip given by her vaginal walls. The only pain was in his ears, drumbells ringing from the loud cry.

With closed eyes, Goodwitch gasped for air. Her heaving chest turned Jaune on as he desired to free the large titties and dine on the nipples.

"Mr. Arc, will you-."

"Don't do that anymore. Call me Jaune."

The professor appeared shocked as the young man spoke with an assertive tone. "I don't want this to sound like a job. Relax, fuck without thinking about all that mannerism. Everything that happens here will stay here including the stains I'm going to smear on this table."

The lad popped his penis out of the tight vagina. He slid the penis head down the trail full of the woman's yellow pubic hair. He brushed the tip against the anus, made it pucker hard out of reflex.

Goodwitch raised her head, scanned the dick's position with wide eyes. Seconds passed before she sighed and let her head fall to lightly smack against the table.

"Jaune, will your fun cause as much trouble as this will likely bring me in the future?"

"That's an odd question to ask." The blond rascal pressed his penis against the raw hole. The coat of semen and juices helped it slip past the barricade, start to invade the hot canal. "All I want to do is graduate and become a Hunter, is that so bad?"

Goodwitch smashed her lips into Jaune's before her legs wrapped around his waist. One pull from these thick limbs forced the penis to go in further. The pain was likely why she embraced his head and squealed into his mouth. Soon, the pair restarted their recreational mating for the many hours to come.

By the time morning arrived, Jaune put his clothes back on. He glanced back to see the teacher still unconscious on top of the table. All her clothes were discarded on the floor. Her breasts dangled down different sides of her chest. The peach skin and her peaceful face almost tempted the younger man to ravage her again.

He banished the idea and walked through the doorway. Soon, he made it outside of the building where the sun shined its bright rays onto his form. With one hand over eyes, the lad squinted his eyes and looked around to see the streets full of scurrying civilians. Jaune roamed off with one group to blend in with the crowd, become lost in the bustling part of Vale. He planned to disappear - get off the grid - until it was time for him to attend Beacon and meet his would-be colleagues, victims unaware of the ruckus that would shake all expectations of the school life there.


A/N: So this is the first chapter. Lots of starting points and the weird stuff Jaune is going to encounter later on. And there's the sex, the Kickberry amount (so expect one or many scenes in the later chapters)