Chapter 25: Alegrias
ZenithTempest, eat your heart out. A new chapter of The dance of tigers. Wooh. Imagine confetti rain coming down from the heaven. Now on with the show!
The morning on the day of the date was a muggy mess, as he stepped into the bathroom, checking himself in the mirror. Nora was already busy with the shower, the girl's personal boundaries always remaining a mystery as far as things go. He could hear the clatter of the shower's spray in the background even as he brushed his teeth, the feeling of fading dread something that he had to work through, his eyes looking in the mirror as he brushed his teeth.
"Glorious leader…"
Nora's voice appeared from the side and he turned his head, expecting that she was wearing a towel to guard her modesty, coming face to face with a nude Nora, the droplets still pearling on her skin. His gaze was not unappreciative, even as he flushed redder. 'This is Ren's girlfriend… Your teammate. She probably wants something… or to have her grenades back.'
The incident with a chain explosion had been enough to make him prohibit her from using her grenades for a while, after Professor Goodwitch gave them all the death glare of the morning classes.
"Aren't my breasts great, huh?"
The little bounce that she did made them bounce as well, her rather large and fit breasts doing a little circle that drew his attention fully, his mouth feeling awfully dry at the moment as he watched them, her eyes looking right into his own.
"Nora, I am not going to lift the ban on your grenades…" He said to her, even as she took a step further forward.
"Hmm…" She sounded thoughtful, which never was a good sign.
"What if I want to go boop with you, though?"
Her voice was more confident than it had been, as her eyes locked with his own. That he was still in his pyjamas and that she was completely naked was a fact, even as she pressed herself up against him. "Have that big long sword pressed right against my boop-bumps…"
His hands grabbed her wrists, before she had time to touch. His eyes looked right into hers, even as she took a little inhale, her eyes looking up at him. 'She's just like Terra when she was teasing me when she and Saphron started dating!'
His hands let go of her wrists, seizing those round globes of milk-giving import, a shudder going through her body, even as his hands handled them with far more expertise than most men would have the right to have. 'I'll show you… Willow's a near-expert in the art of self-pleasure…'
That she preferred her models fit and that there was a certain technique to drive herself wild, he would not readily disclose to her even if she asked… yet he knew his way around the female body by sheer experience. Nora's eyes met his own, their wide-eyed gaze something that seemed to be surprise and something else carried within. "J-Jaune?"
Her teasing had gone on enough. His palms pressed against her nipples, even with that touch sending a shudder through her body. "You're a naughty girl." He tried his best to scold her a little, those eyes looking at him as his hands gave a squeeze, a breathy startled moan coming from her, even as he pushed her against the wall. She looked small, tiny and a little startled, unused to the advance. His knee rose slightly, right against her groin. 'Just right…'
Ren better forgive him for this, because he was just laying hands on his girl. "J-Jaune?" She whimpered his name again, even as his knee brushed slowly up and down, her hips giving an instinctual bump against the stimulus.
"Shut up." His voice was direct, laden with enough of the command that he could muster, Nora's soft groan stifled, even as he put his face close to her.
"You're not getting permission to use your grenades, no matter what you say or what you do to tease me into giving in." The knee brushed against her thigh, even as his hands gave those breasts a massage, the fingers kneading the supple and pliant flesh, her body as soft as it could be.
The expression on her face told him all, those lips faintly parted and those eyes a little clouded, showing that she was right off her balance.
"Be a good girl and I'll see about lifting the ban after the weekend."
His hand seized her chin, as he remembered from some of the romantic drama's that Willow enjoyed. A sign of command, of guidance and control. Forcing her gaze up at him.
Nora made a sound that was half-between a strangled cat and some sort of weird blurble, as her eyes looked right down, her fingers stroking over his chest. "Jauuunee…"
"Ah… You won't get to use that on me." His hands let go, seizing her wrists and pinning them above her head, her eyes looking right at him.
"I gave you an order, Nora. I expect you to follow it. Pyrrha can follow orders… So why can't you?" He was a little irked that she was trying to fluster him with her body… 'That won't work on me… not anymore.'
Willow was hardly a prude when it came to watching such stuff. She may have only had the vaginal experience that produced her three children as a memory, yet she was not someone who didn't know how to use her body to achieve what she wanted. "I'll be good." Nora said, her voice oddly breathless.
"Good job on sticking to your code, Jaune." Ren said from his left, where he stood wearing his regular pyjama's, Jaune giving a little smile as he let go of Nora's arms. Ren had suddenly appeared, just like a ninja would.
"Get back in the shower, Nora. You heard Jaune... no playtime for you." He commanded her, Nora looking at her boyfriend and life partner, making an indescribable sound in the back of her throat. Her hand grabbed her boyfriend's, starting to drag him to the shower. 'I guess it's time that she vents some frustration with her boyfriend… Gee, it must really wear on her that she's not allowed to blow things up.'
He got out after putting the toothbrush in the cup that was reserved for toothbrushes, seeing Ren's pyjama shirt hit the hamper, a soft whine of 'It's not fair Rennie!' and a muted 'I understand' coming from her boyfriend, who seemed to understand.
He watched Pyrrha, flushing slightly as he saw the look on her face, remembering what her breasts looked like... 'Now there's a girl who needs a nice boyfriend.' He wasn't cut out for that, though. She was making eyes at him, her fingers brushing over the nice round outlines of her breasts, the pyjama's raised up, revealing the thin shirt that she wore below. 'But... There's no harm in looking at my partner, is there?'
It was an excuse, he knew... but damn, Pyrrha was a nice, good girl. She would need a man who could be there for her, not some bastard like himself. He wasn't good for anyone now, not after what he had done.
He dressed swiftly for class, fading the encounter with Nora out of his mind. Her gaze was a little more subdued now after he'd taken the initiative, her eyes flickering to him with a hesitant expression. 'Kind of a little bit like Yang, but more... bold? Did I do something? I hope she's not mad at me for touching her like that.'
"Jaune..." Nora's voice was softer than usual, as she looked at him whilst they were seated in Professor Port's class, the man's voice speaking about his encounters in Eastern Vacuo, her hand reaching to brush against his side.
"I'm sorry." She said, even with her voice sounding like it did not sound so sorry, her fingers brushing down.
"I'm not changing my stance on this." His hand grabbed hers, directly so. He watched her face turn moodier, even as she groaned.
"Rennie said yes, I want this, Jaune." Her voice was that little pleading tone, even as she leaned up against him. "I want to feel explosions... I want to rock your world, Jaune."
He frowned, looking into her eyes and seeing their depths peer right back at him. His other hand tapped her chin. "Request denied. I'll think about it though." She pouted, adorably so.
She was a good girl, if not a bit too enthusiastic about the explosions that she preferred. She obviously was the one pushing Ren along, with how enthusiastic she suddenly hugged him, a startled look on his face appearing, even as she seemed to lean in close to kiss his cheek.
"This isn't the place for this..." He heard Weiss say, his head turning to the upper row to see that she had turned her gaze away from Ren and Nora, Ruby peering at the stage from her cloak, her face awfully flush, even as Nora seemed to stroke over Ren's side. 'Eh... perhaps she's just getting a good feeling... Or he's having a stomach ache?'
Yang's eyes looked right at him and she gave him a meaningful look, directing his gaze to where Nora's hand was moviiiii- His hand was in motion, pinching Nora HARD on the side. "Stop that and do that in private." She relented, Ren looking noticeably relieved.
"Mister Arc, what is your interpretation of the Aerchysotiperops?" The subject of the lesson was one of the bird-like Grimm that seemed to be common around Vacuo, the recollection of Willow about going down there once with her father telling a tale of the creatures that hawked around the few watering holes and the oasis in the desert region.
"A bird Grimm that needs to be dealt with from a distance, with plenty of space to prevent the lethal explosion of intestinal juices." The creatures had a nasty habit of dive-bombing at the Huntsmen when their eyes were distant, though with good anti-air defences, they could be easily waylaid.
"And what is their preferred method of attack, Mister Arc?" The professor fixed him with a look, stating that the answer was decent, yet more information was required to soothe the teacher's inquiry.
"Dive-bombing whilst the ground Grimm attack, distracting the Huntsmen to deliver their deadly payload." The teacher nodded, before his attention turned to Nora.
"The answer is good, yet incomplete! When I was at Vacuo, they were... Oh, Miss Valkyrie, please be sure to pay attention." The man's eyes sparkled with something that could be amusement. "You may like to hear about the way that I dealt with a persistent flock, rather than focusing on bothering your partner."
Nora flushed lightly as she was called out, her cheeks having a dusting of red. "I'll try to make sure to pay attention, professor!"
He stood in the bathroom again six hours later, preparing himself for the date that he was soon to go on. The clothing was the same as he had worn when he was out on the town with Yang, allowing himself a look in the mirror, spotting the hesitation in his eyes, unsure of whether this would be a good date or not.
Adam's response had been... interesting.
'YOU WANT TO DO WHAT WITH MY SISTER?! SHE'S CRAZY!'
A video feed had been attached to the message, showing Eve and Adam currently snuggling, Eve working the Scroll camera whilst Amanda seemed to be somewhere in the distance. The fact that they were all naked was not lost on him. "Sooo... Say to Jaune that you want him to date me, Adam... Come on, my little red bull."
The look on Adam's face was enough, the scar standing out clearly, even as he was trying to get out of her grip, Eve licking slowly over her brother's cheek. "Let me go!" He cried, even as Eve adjusted her grip slightly.
"Aww, Jauney... You're watching this, right?" The look in her blue eyes was warm, even as she rose slightly. Adam's face was covered in her cleavage, showing clearly that they were bigger than he had imagined. "Come on, Adam..."
"Date this crazy cow bitch!"
The hands flailed slightly, even as Eve pouted, the nipples visible in his view.
"Bad little Adam... Amanda? I think he needs the toy that's located in the third bag on the right..." The girlfriend of Adam made a comment that he couldn't quite catch, Adam giving a struggle against his sister's locking arms.
"Not again! No! You are not-" A gag was fitted into the mouth of the man by Eve, who seemed to be stronger in build than her brother. It was strange, but...
"Hush now, Adam... It's going to be fun. You're going to smile again." Eve winked at the camera. "I'll make sure you get this, Jaune..."
Jaune watched as the girlfriend came back into the view of the camera, something very large and made out of black... plastic, there at her groin. Adam's 'Uhn-gnuuuhhh!' sound was pitiful, even as the girlfriend's fingers were rubbing the distinctly phallic shape, applying some sort of gel to it.
"Now... Eat your beef, Adam..."
The Scroll lifted up, even as Adam's sounds in the background turned a little more frantic, the soft 'Hush now, my little steer... Amanda's going to fill you RIGHT up...', Eve visible for a moment as she moved away. There was a sound that he didn't quite want to remember, a brief view on what was happening and...
'This is so wrong...'
"Let's have fun on our date, Hero." The scroll connection cut then, and he had sent a quick 'Are you alright?' after he had received the message. It took Adam nearly thirty minutes to respond.
'I'm probably never going to live this down... But I am able to walk still. Eve is...' The man's message cut off for a moment, before the next response was nearly five minutes later.
'She's still my big sister. I may not like her, but she's still my twin. Just... take her out for a nice dinner. She may flirt a lot and be crude but... Do as you do, okay?'
He ran his fingers through his hair, adding a small dash of gel to it in order to smoothen it a little, knowing that it would probably be shaggy again after a while, the dash of aftershave that he applied enough to make him look properly respectable. 'Like a good son of Atlas...'
He emerged from the bathroom to see Nora sitting on his bed, Ren and Pyrrha nowhere in sight, her eyes looking at him with a gaze that was more intense than he'd seen before. "You're going on a date with that Faunus guy's sister, right?" She said, her voice sounding a little less excited than before.
"Yes, that was the plan." Nora looked thoughtful for a moment, before the smile came to her lips. "Here... Ren and I were planning on buying new ones... So these ought to fit." The small package of condoms she held out, looking right into his eyes. "Just... don't be a stranger, alright? Things didn't work out well with Yang and..." she didn't seem to have the heart to tease him, even as she took a deep breath.
"I care for you. Ren and I have had a long chat... Well, okay, more like a short chat and a lot of fondling and he just licks my ear so sweetly that I just had to give him a bit of a hand and-" he held up a hand to stop her, knowing far too much about their relationship than he'd like to. "Come home safely, alright?"
He grabbed the pack of condoms and ripped it open, tucking three of them in his wallet. 'I'm probably not going to use them, I mean... She's just a young woman who wants a date. Adam's sister can't be that bad, right?' "I hope that they're the right size." She said, even as her tongue licked over her lips.
'I don't know what size I am.'
He appreciated the forethought, even though he was sure that it was just going to be a nice evening out with a woman who was a sister to Adam.
He disembarked from the airship nearly half an hour later, the time on the clock reading ten minutes until he was expected to be there according to Sienna, the faint lightheaded feeling of airship travel making him wish that he'd brought pills or something, as he felt queasy all over.
He opened his Scroll up, checking his messages. He could see several more from his mother, telling him to stop being so stubborn and tell her what he had done, a message from Cammy that asked whether he had any money left from saving whoever it had been and a message from Vivian that basically told him not to lend money to Cammy. 'Viv would say that, yes...'
"Oh... I spot a man who's got an interest in his Scroll rather than taking this hot cow out for a stroll." The voice of Eve came from slightly in front of him, his eyes lifting from the scroll to look at her.
A top that was straining, a shirt with MEGA MILK scrawled on it in bright red letters, the white colour adding only more volume to the way that those breasts moved, her red hair done up slightly, the glittery accents something that he hadn't expected, the short skirt that she wore outlining those legs of hers.
"See something you like, pretty man?" Her voice was possessed of a certain charm, even as he swallowed audibly.
She certainly had sex appeal aplenty, as she moved into his personal space, her arm wrapping around his own, her bountiful talents brushing against his arm. "Oh... I..." He felt tightness in his pants, as this woman embraced her sexuality completely in every motion that she made.
"Hmm..." Her finger danced a slow path down, giving his hips a little pat. "Not time for the reward yet, honey..." He was aware that he was garnering disgusted looks from the people at the docks, his eyes catching a young woman with green hair giving a look and then shaking her head. 'Wasn't she from Haven or something?'
"Let's get going. You obviously wouldn't know the right places to eat... But I've got a good taste for that stuff." The fact that she was already taking charge couldn't be denied, even as her eyes glinted with that delight as she seized his hand, her fingers touching his own, a low grunt coming from her lips as she did so, her eyes meeting his own.
"Unless you've got... Different tastes?" Her tongue slid over her lips, as she leaned close to his ear. "Your big hard cock stamping my little postcard frequently, huh?" The offer was probably the best that he'd gotten, yet he felt something inside him recoil at the thought. He didn't know her well enough to consider it...
'Willow, Sienna and maybe Yang have that privilege...'
He could genuinely say that he felt closest to those three. Willow spoke for herself, the experience that he had shared with her... The brief tale of caution of his youth of a man who stole the bodies of others coming to his mind, even as he knew that she would be willing... yet it was still too early for him... he didn't know what to do, despite knowing WHAT to do.
Yang was fun to be around, a lot like a Ruby that was more willing to have deeper and mature conversation with him. It was one of the parts that she didn't show often, yet he had been well-entertained by her acceptance of the Remnantian Origin Theory, as well as a complaining session about Ruby's proclivity to lead into arguments with Weiss about stupid things, things that made little sense.
Sienna... Sienna was the crux of the issue. She was fierce and powerful, a woman who had found her life in the world and lived it. A guilty pleasure to imagine her in a sexy outfit, to see those curves that he had witnessed in action more than once in a different manner. 'The way that she looked was somewhat hesitant... Yet she did check me out.'
"Please don't make light of it." He said, Eve silencing herself, her eyes looking into his own for a fraction of a second, a slow nod coming from her as she understood. "I want my first time to mean more than just... animalistic rutting."
It was an expression that Willow had heard more than once from her husband's mouth, the man grumbling about the workplace violations and the ethical side of making money keeping him from his prize of obtaining more money.
"Animalistic rutting is fun though..." Eve whispered in his ear. "Just imagine it... My glorious ass rubbing against that big strong spear of yours, Jaune." Her tongue licked over his earlobe. "Wouldn't that feel good, huh? A tight Faunus ass rubbing against that big fat spear that'll slay all the pussy Grimm in the world?" Her teeth nipped at his earlobe, even as her breasts prominently pressed against him.
"Just imagine Sienna like that... Her pert little ass up in the air, spread lips waiting for that big hard human dick slamming home inside her... Doesn't that fill you with the urge for some rutting, hmm? Big strong man, treating this little cow like she's Khan the Indomitable... Fucking the shit out of that tight ass. I can do a good simile of her... I've known her for years. I know most of the tricks that'll really send her going WILD when you finally coax her into your bed, stud boy..."
Their walk was continuing onwards still, even as the image that she sketched with her words was one of desires... Imagining Sienna like that, to see her arch her back and give him that look with her fiery eyes was enough to make his pants a little tighter. "And when you've got that kitten tamed... You're going to be the fucking alpha predator in the flock, aren't you? A man needs his confidence..."
Her hand grabbed a hold of his groin, a pleased moan coming from her lips. "A lot of confidence you have here, Jaune..." His hand grabbed her hand and he jerked it away, even as he pushed her away, her blue eyes showing a light shift, even as her expression remained that teasing sultry look.
"Hmm... Wanna play rough with little old me? Going to press this fat-titted milk cow into an alley and fuck her like the little whore she is?" He could see the look on her face, the people around him staring, looking at him, at Eve, his eyes narrowing. This wasn't how someone should act in public, it literally went against all decency. The prostitutes in Mantle were more polite than this!
"Shut your face and take my arm, Eve." He spoke her name with that little inflexion that just demanded obedience from the people lower in the totem pole, the one that Willow often busied when she was needed to give orders, the one that he used when he was telling Vivian to lift her head, the one that the big brother inside him busied when dealing with childish antics...
She followed suit, her arm within his own, as he increased his stride. "You may think you're being funny, that this is all a joke, but it isn't." He looked around, noticing that the looks seemed to have strayed elsewhere, even as Eve remained silent.
"You can talk a whole lot of crap, but when it comes to things like relationships, you're just like Adam." He looked right into her eyes, stopping and pressing her against the wall. She was nearly half a head shorter than he was, yet she allowed him. "Afraid. You tease and deflect, just like a friend of mine, embracing the gifts that you've gotten and trying to make sure that they don't touch you deeply..."
His face was closer to hers, and her head was back against the wall, her eyes a little skittish. "You may speak about going to someplace and letting me sleep with you, like it's an easy little voucher that can be given out, like it's just something that's like a coupon... deliver here, get a free handjob." His eyes bored into her own.
"It's not. You may be proud in your body, you may say that you are able to do a good impression of Sienna, but you are not her. You don't have that fire in your eyes that will allow you to do everything, you don't look like you're able to work a crowd as well as she can, coming out of the dirt smelling like roses and sunflowers... because you're afraid." His eyes left her then, looking at her.
"The shirt just exposes your breasts like they are funbags, something to draw attention away from your face. The skirt is too short for casual wear, maximising your sex appeal. You tease and you whine as long as it takes for someone to give in..." Her lip was quivering, yet he didn't give a damn. "Going to cry now, Eve? Are you really that much like Adam, throwing a fit because your ploy at being the cool girl is all poked through?"
She composed herself, her expression still as it was, even as her expression barely changed, a look of demure fascination coming from her eyes, a deep breath taken. "I'm..." She started, yet he pressed a finger against her lips, silencing her words.
"You're a pretty woman. No matter what you do, no matter how much you say otherwise... You wouldn't be a friend of Sienna if you weren't a good person. She is one of the best people I know, she really cares for the Faunus as a whole... And you know what? I think I can see myself marrying someone like that."
Her eyes went wide, and he didn't know why he had said it like that. "Don't cheapen yourself, Eve. I know you do some sort of acting gig, but please... Don't just treat yourself like a toy to be used. It's..." He paused, a grimace on his face showing clearly. "It's something that happened to my middle sister..."
He took a deep breath, guiding her along with him, the small diner that sat at the side of the walkway enough, the sign that he saw put up there ignored by him.
"Oi, we don't serve Faunus here!" Someone said, yet his attention was mostly on her, his head turning. 'Why can't people see that they are people as well?'
"Let's leave, Jaune." Eve looked uncomfortable, and he sighed, giving a look at the one who had spoken, a man in his late forties or something and shrugging.
"Their loss, Eve." He didn't use any sort of endearments, as she fitted her hand into his own, giving it a squeeze. For someone around eight years older than him, she looked a little less confident and certain, even as he pulled her along, leading her around in search for someplace where they could sit down. A bench was enough, even as they sat down. She leaned against him, her body resting there against him.
"My sister Camellia's been dating with guys that weren't much and... She's made a few bad decisions." His face looked serious, even as he took a deep breath. "We caught her before she fell into the bad zone where there's no return from but..." His voice halted, even as he remembered that day.
"Drugs?" She asked, her voice gentle, his head giving a nod to confirm those words.
"Those're bad. I see them sometimes, drugged out junkies trying to act popular on set, yet failing due to the shiver they give... I'm 100% clean. Gotta be, if you're in the line of work we do." Her voice offered comfort, even as she laid her other hand on the one that was holding his own.
"I'm... I'm sorry, for what it's worth, I'm sorry." She seemed to be hesitating for a moment, even as her Scroll rang, a ringtone that was unknown beeping there. She answered in a moment, her body language changing slightly.
"How do you mean, 'where are you'? I had the evening off, we're not shooting the night scenes yet, are we?" The one on the other end seemed to disagree, Eve giving a faint grimace, as she looked around. "Listen, I'm out on a date with a-" A sound of frustration, as whoever was on the other end went and said something that annoyed her.
"No, it's a friend of my brother. Remember? The one with the big sword." The sound on the other end was doubtful. "No, I'm not... You know what? That whole filmography of mine? Send it right to Beacon Academy, after I've had a chance to sign it. Those guys there need something with a bit of a Faunus touch there to lighten their stress a bit. Hey, Jaune? Dorm number?"
He blinked. "Twelve-fifteen?" Eve grinned at him.
"Twelve-Fifteen, I'll be signing them before I head to bed. Let's give some REAL cinema to them stressed out people at Beacon, shall we? It'll be great PR too!" She seemed confident and happy about it, for some reason. It was nice to see a similar expression on her face as also featured on Adam's face, her eyes glinting with amusement as she got what she wanted.
"And, eh... Yeah, it is Jaune Arc, yes..." She looked at him, before holding out the Scroll. "She wants to chat with you."
"Hello?" He asked, the woman on the other end of the connection clearing her throat.
"You are the Hero of Vale, yes?" The title was a little strange, yet it had been given to him post-fight at the docks. "We'd like to make you an offer. A production featuring you and several actresses, re-enacting the fights that gave you fame."
"Ah?" He was a little caught aback, as he gave Eve a look, who shrugged. "You mean, eh... Would you shoot me again?" He caught an amused sound from the other end of the connection.
"Oh no... There'll be no shooting or anything of the sort. Mister Arc... It is a rare thing to have someone who would be willing to feature amongst a Faunus in one of our productions." There was a pause, as the woman took a deep breath.
"Eve has said that she would be willing to play the role of Mister Taurus, and if you would be so kind as to inquire whether team RWBY would be willing... Allow me to just send over a few of the pictures... This won't take long." The Scroll beeped and the woman gave a soft exhale. "We look forward to working with you, Mister Arc. Sienna Khan speaks highly of you, a rarity of course, given her pro-Faunus stance... So this opportunity will be offered to you and team RWBY. Miss Belladonna still has an active account on our website."
He shrugged. 'A movie deal about something that's like... in the past... Well, it'd give mom and my sisters something to work with.' "How much would we be paid?"
Eve grinned. "Ten thousand for you, Jaune. Nine-thousand-five-hundred is the going rate for most actresses in supporting roles." He wondered what that was all about.
"Ah, the Leader of RWBY is fifteen, do you think we need to get her parents to sign off on her appearing in our stuff?"
"If she agrees, she agrees. Beacon Academy entrance is seventeen, so I guess it'd fall under 'emancipation', but you should inquire first whether we'd have the whole team up for it. The Schnee might be a little hard to convince, they're a very stubborn lot..." The woman sounded like she knew what she was talking about, her musing voice enough, even as Eve grinned broadly at him.
"So... We'll be going on with our little date and you can hash out the details of production cost and estimated budget for props and the like as well as renting a warehouse... Oh, and we'll go over pretty faces now, alright?" The Scroll was clicked into the display mode after the call disconnected, the woman obviously getting busy with whatever task it was, and he could see a pretty Mistralian face pop up.
"Hitomi Tawnaka, been in the business for a while, East-Mistralian..." The picture was risqué, the woman's huge front compartment looking like it would spill out of the very thin blouse that she wore, not a bra in sight. 'Like inflated beach balls in a net...'
"Asa Ashkira, a good style, great at acting out impromptu scenes, perfect to replace your friend Lie Ren's role. Did some Mistralian advertisement as well." The picture that was on the screen was... a very nice one. He tried not to stare at that seductive looking face, even as the come hither motion was made. 'Oof...'
"Ann Lie Orokita, great for doing whatever jobs they want and keeping proper poise... oh, and don't worry, I've done stuff with her before and she's GREAT with more girls." There was a pause, lasting for a while. "I think she's Half-Atlesian, but I didn't really ask her too much personal stuff." There was a faint pause. "I mean... You are going to do it, right?"
"Yeah... Ten thousand Lien is going to be a good bit of cash for mom and my sisters..." He didn't mind doing some re-enactment. Eve looked oddly satisfied at him, as she nudged him.
"You'll get to see this hot cow in action then, Jaune. Aren't you a lucky man?" Some more pictures scrolled past, showing lookalikes to Nora and Pyrrha, several of them looking pretty fine, with one, a red-haired Faunus, clearly springing out with her unique green eyes.
"I'd never really thought that I'd get to be in a movie... I should tell mom!" Eve's eyes went a little wider.
"Hold off for a moment with that... That other team hasn't agreed to it yet, we'll probably have to get your headmaster's permission to take you guys out of class for a few days or so... Don't worry, everything'll be paid with a bit of subsidizing..." The woman seemed to fidget for a moment, as she took back her Scroll, giving a little hum as the zipped through a few people's pictures.
"Yeah, I'd better ask them first. They may say no, after all." Eve grinned suddenly.
"We can get some lookalikes. There are quite a few people who've got the desire to be in the industry." He didn't quite know what she did, but she had hinted at being in the movies. 'I wasn't really aware of any of the movies... Spruce Willis doesn't really feature women stars...'
She paused then, looking at him with an expression of curiosity, grinning a little broader than before. "You think that you can act pretty well, Jaune?" She held her hand out, looking him right in the eyes, her own blue eyes meeting with his own, even as he looked down at that hand.
"Well, I'd give it a go?" The broad grin as he reached for her hand and shook it, her eyes sparkling a little, as she glanced at her Scroll for the time.
"We've got a place to be at, Jaune." She said with an amused tone of voice, as if something funny had just happened. "Sienna is going to love you... Yep. You're a real swell guy, no wonder Adam's able to accept you as you are..."
The wistful tone of her voice sounded more or less sad, as an expression came to her face. "Guess I am doing it..." Her voice sounded resolute, even as she got up, standing up straight. "Let's get something to eat first, Jaune. You're going to need your energy."
The restaurant that they walked into was one of those types that had a variety of styles for food, the sign outside not barring Faunus from entry, getting seated at the table. Eve looked at him, a smile on her lips, even as her tongue slid over those soft lips after a moment.
"I'm going to make sure that you're able to be the man you need to be." She said, her voice unusually soft. It was like Adam's voice at times, when he was serious about something, the emotions that he felt never making him raise his voice.
"I'm already a better man." She shook her head, her horns standing out with her hair.
"You can be better." She said, honestly looking at him with an expression of care on her face, even as she began to arrange her tableware into what looked to be a commoner style to his eyes. He knew the rules of etiquette well, Willow's own table manners definitely polished to a glistening potential with her repeated visits to highly placed people throughout the world, yet there was the burden of things resting upon him.
"Ahh, I love meat." She mumbled as she selected a few dishes already, speaking quickly to the waiter about her dishes being seasoned right, whilst he merely settled for a skewer of several pieces of grilled meat with some potatoes and spinach. It was simple food, yet it was filling.
Her eyes looking at him, her knee brushing against his own. "A big hard chunk of thick meat..." She licked her lips, even as she leaned forward. Those heavy breasts laid upon the table, even as her face was as close to him as it could be.
"But that flesh is needed to be given some special treatment before it could be eaten. Tenderizing the meat..." Her finger pressed against her lips, her gaze locked with his as that digit slowly drove into her mouth, calling to mind a wholly different image, as her tongue slid over the digit.
"Making sure that it's properly filled with hot sauce..." The finger's thrusts were slow, as her eyes locked there with his own, her breathing moderate, and yet with that own delicateness, she continued. "Treated..."
Her teeth were very white as her tongue rolled over the finger, sliding over that flesh as her gaze turned scorching in its intensity. "Made to order..." The finger drew away, brushing over her chest. He swallowed, heavily. Her eyes were definitely locked on his own, as he felt a foot brush over his groin.
"And..." Toes brushed, gripping and moving, a low sound from his throat, as she moved. "Given to those who deserve it."
'This has to stop.'
His hand reached under the table, grabbing her ankle and pushing her foot away, her eyebrows raised in a moment of surprise, before she grinned. "Oho..."
The look in his eyes firmed, as his grip on her ankle firmed. "Don't do that." He said, Eve's eyes playful, as her toes wriggled a little.
"Hmm... A bit of playfulness is to be expected, after all... You're a big boy, Mister Arc... Allow me to play a little..." He knew that her insinuations were mostly to rile him up, his eyes meeting hers.
"No, there won't be anything like that happening." He said, voice more resolute, as her eyes narrowed slightly. It was a look Adam had down to pat, even as she nodded.
"A moment. Gotta place a call." Her voice didn't quiver for an instant, her Scroll in her hands, dialling a number. "Ferdinand? Yes? Make it a Pogrom. A Wrangle isn't going to cut it."
She smiled at him with one of those 'Adam Smiles' that put him off his ease, watching her carefully as she seemed to find some amusement in the way that he sat there, the moment when her foot had touched him still in his mind.
"You're not making much sense."
She smirked, as she shook her head. Her breasts did interesting motions in her shirt, a clear sign that she didn't really wear much of a bra... if at all. "Oh, I don't need to make much sense, cutie..." Her tongue slid over her lips as she looked at him.
"I just need to make you know your value as a man."
Her voice was oddly breathless, as if she were keeping in laughter, even as the food was placed in front of him.
"I'm pretty eh... yeah, I'm seventeen. Not much value in me." He knew that Willow's opinion about him was very high, Sienna more or less tolerating him out of some perceived value, and he wasn't sure about whether there was much more to say about that. He was just regular Jaune Arc, not some sort of dashing rogue who made women fall for him without even a blink of his eyes, lusting after him.
"Oh, I disagree..."Her voice was dark and delicate, her eyes looking at him as her tongue licked over lips, the meaty dish that she had speared with a hand, even as she let her lips wrap around the meatball that she'd speared on her fork.
"You're one of the few people who doesn't take the suggestions I'm offering and does what he wants..." Her eyes were darkening in their blue shade, as if there had been memories that were not too positive popping up. "It's almost a pity that..."
She paused, before she smiled. "Oh... I definitely am going to take you somewhere after we're done with the food. You're going to show me your value there, Jaune..." A grip on her fork, as another meatball was speared down to the plate, her eyes locking with his as her lips pressed against that round sphere of venison, her tongue rubbing over it, a smudge of sauce on her full lips, even as it disappeared down into her throat.
They walked through the docks of Vale afterwards, Eve leading him along. She hadn't explained to him why they were going this way, yet it mattered not. 'If she wants me to see something, I'm not going to deny her the chance.'
"Password?" The male voice of the one who partly opened the door was enough, even as Eve grinned.
"The White Fang lives and human is on the menu." There was a hint of excitement in her voice, even as the door opened up a little more, the man's face covered in a mask. Jaune could feel a shudder go through him, reminded of that encounter at the docks, reminded of the time when he had failed for the first time...
"You, Human... You're not-" Eve held up a hand, making a shushing noise.
"Special guest of the evening... A proper Pogrom needs a guest of honour, doesn't it?" Jaune felt uneasy, as he tried to think on what exactly the meaning of a 'Pogrom' was, his mind feeling a little foggy at the thoughts.
"Belladonna won't be happy if he hears of this... There are over two-hundred people here... You calling for a Pogrom... Did Khan sign off on this?" There was a smug smirk on Eve's face, as she hugged his arm.
"Oh, I'm sure she won't mind... And some of us need to vent a little, don't they?" There was a moment where Jaune knew that there was more subtext in the conversation than he knew, as Eve pulled out a cloth. "Alright hon, time to wear a blindfold. Hush hush Faunus stuff... But you're going to be the star of tonight's show..."
He felt his sight be taken from him, smelling her perfume, the scent lingering in his nostrils, even as he was led along. He could hear the rumour of people, even as he was guided along. "A human?" "Oh, he looks familiar..." "What're we having a human here for? I thought this was a Wrangle." "Ooh... I'd like to have a piece of that nice ass..." "Hush, Taurus would have your head for that comment."
"Sorry boys, I don't do beef! It's all in the horns, y'know?" Eve called out and he briefly wondered whether that was a comment directed to her or something else.
He was stopped and Eve let go of him, leaving him to fidget slightly. He was aware that there were people around, murmurs of the crowd around him enough to give him a scope... Many of them. A lot of them definitely not too friendly.
"Alright, brothers and sisters of the White Fang! Thank you for coming to this gathering tonight! As my lovely brother is still currently being a bitch to Great High Leader Khan, I've come to take control like the faithful bull bitch that I am!" Eve's voice sounded from a speaker or something to his right, even as he tried to get a good feel for the people around him, and he felt someone tear the blindfold away from him. Eve was standing on a makeshift platform, at the end of the room. Her body was raised over the masses of Faunus, all of them wearing their masks.
"Tonight... Yes, you may have heard it... It is a Pogrom! One human, fighting against all of you! Let me remind you guys that he needs to be ALIVE and FUNCTIONAL afterwards... so don't let me catch you trying to hurt him severely... Or else Khan will tear your spine out for giving her more work to do! Counting down from ten..." Eve's eyes seemed to light up, as her lips formed the numbers.
The Faunus changed in their positions, as they adopted a more aggressive stance, like the animals that they bore the traits from, their bodies adjusting to the position without even a shift in their nature, their eyes glinting with that interest, even as they looked right at him, like savage angry predators. 'No weapons... No leverage...'
"Five..." Eve's counting down was enough, as he could see that manner in her stance, the confidence that she had in her words and in him. "Four..."
"Remember... No lethal blows. It's just you against him, no weapons, no other stuff... I'm sure he'll do the same." There was someone shouting that through the crowd, a brief relief, even though he knew that it would be hurting him... but he had chosen to follow Sienna's lead.
"Three... Two..." A pause, even as she grinned at him, a savage grin that could've looked great on Adam's face. "One... And get at him, boys and girls!"
The Faunus did a massive war cry, their voices forming a massive roar as they surged forward. He gritted his teeth.
'This is going to suck...'
The Haste Glyph formed below his feet as he threw himself to meet the tide. It was gone in a flash afterwards, yet the bright light had blinded some of the advancing horde.
Sienna Khan, High Leader of the White Fang, all-around bad-ass tiger babe with a darn fine behind and the uncanny ability to be able to balance upon a very fine tightrope between political disaster and racial tensions, was not pleased in the slightest, as she looked at the Scroll call that she was getting, sliding the call to the 'accept' button on the screen.
"Hey Sienna!" Eve's voice sounded remarkably chipper, as the sounds of fierce fighting behind her came around. "So... Eh..."
Sienna's frown increased. "You are at the Wrangle, yes? Are the initiates showing their worth yet?" There was a pause, Eve looking a little to the side, a flush on her features. That was the look of 'Eve Taurus fucked up something really important'.
"Eve Taurus..." Her voice was dreadful when audible, as her eyes glinted with the irritation.
"Hey... Hey!" Eve tried to protest, even as someone loudly shouted in the background 'Fucking dogpile on him! He's beating us with his size!' and then someone, definitely female, giving a shriek of 'He kicked me in the face!'
'That definitely is the sound of a Wrangle going on...' There were rituals that you underwent when rising through the ranks. Beating up the people around you and showing your dominance was one of the ways how she had gained her own political standing. The toughest of the tough managed to survive and reach the positions of power. It was the law of the Faunus and it was to be obeyed.
Eve turned the screen towards the crowd of Faunus, who were gathering around one of the initiates. "I don't remember needing this many for a simple Wrangle..." Eve turned it away again, a flash of some bright light visible.
"Well... I decided to upgrade it to a Pogrom... Maybe?" Sienna's blood chilled, as her eyes narrowed.
"Exactly who needs to be punished to have near a hundred Faunus beat them up, Eve?" Her voice dripped with irritation, as she could already see a few of the tough ones of the lower level members signing up for such a thing, Eve's smile a little bashful.
"More like... two-hundred? I mean... He's got to prove that he's worthy of... us." The look that Eve gave her was enough to show that she really meant 'You', and that was...
'Oh fucking hell...'
She could see Eve do something like that. If Adam was a bad boy edge lord who seemed to be woe and skittles for all of his late teens, then Eve was definitely of the same cloth, with a different opinion on things but similar methods. "You..."
Her claws dug into her desk again, a look of anger on her face. "Are you telling me that you have Jaune facing a mob of two-hundred bloodthirsty Faunus right now? Are you subjecting him to a fucking Pogrom without weapons?"
Eve winced. That was as much an admission of guilt as it was... and worry filled her heart. Pogroms were dangerous things. A Wrangle was a test, but a Pogrom...
She remembered her own Pogrom for her status as second in command next to Ghira. A hundred Faunus, the best and brightest, against her. Ghira's own, to show his dominance over the lesser ones in an order-establishing moment, the followers knowing who to follow... And she growled audibly at her.
'She's going to hurt my Jaune!'
"Show me." She demanded, and Eve turned the camera to the fight. Sienna watched as Jaune moved like a practised dancer, his fists in motion, a flash of light below his feet, too indistinct to see, yet something that seemed to be boosting his speed.
Motions with his hands, driving the fists into the chest of one of the Faunus, his feet shifting his body just a moment to avoid a blow, a strike bouncing off his side, his Aura still intact, as it hadn't broken yet. She could spot several of the crowd limping to the side. "How many have been downed?"
"Thirty-five, High Leader Khan."
The voice of the Banesaw came from the side, Eve handing him her Scroll, the man's mask looking right back at her, emotionless and cool.
"The Human is doing well, as far as we can see."
She schooled her features in a stern look, as was expected of her, her face looking like it was carved from ice, raising an eyebrow. "I would hope so. I did not spend time on him in order for him to fail." There was a hint of definitiveness in her voice, as she knew that a Pogrom was important to dictate which person would advance towards the higher rungs of command, based on how long they lasted.
'Do I...'
She could give the order to leave it as it was. She had that power, yet it would be seen as a move in order to curry sympathy from the humans, something that her followers would not take kindly to. Her eyes glinted faintly, as she smirked, the 'terrifying Khan smirk', as some people called it, on her face.
"Join in as the final challenger. Test him." She said to the man, the Faunus nodding his head.
"As you wish, High Leader." There was no refusal. She had proven herself as their leader...
"Give me back to Cow Tits." She barked, the man handing the Scroll back to Taurus.
"You have SOME nerve to do this, Cow Tits." She wasn't pleased in the slightest, even as she watched that face, the whining no doubt coming from her in no time. "But... We will see what happens. As long as he is not too battered, we can spin this as a training exercise."
If someone were to snap a picture of this, it would make international news. Illegal Faunus human beating clubs, where Faunus could vent their frustrations against humanity... It'd be the news of the day and a very bad press package for her. 'He is...'
She saw him work through the crowd, his face set in that look of determination. Something inside her nethers quivered, as his gaze was drawn to her, once looking at her direction, obviously because Eve was still there, the instigator of this test.
'If he makes it through...'
A shudder ran up her spine. A man who was able to bravely beat down two-hundred Faunus was respected. The respect that he meted out with his fists and feet was something that those defeated by him would know to show once the defeat had been confirmed.
'Of course...'
He was no match for her... But for a moment, she was drawn back into the memory of her own Pogrom, fighting against the horde of a hundred and fifty Faunus, her weapon at her side, able to fight for the right to represent the Faunus, as the previous leader of the White Fang watched on.
His face drew her interest, and her left hand slid down between her legs.
'Fuck it...'
This was much better than signing drafts of proposals and such bullshit...
That indomitable look on his face, which she could almost see directed right at her, like she were just a woman in his eyes. A strong man like him, with her talent...
Her tongue licked over her lips. 'Oh yes...' She could already see herself running her tongue over his sweat-slickened skin, the blood on her taste buds tasting like the victory that he had won for himself... The battle that laid ahead of her still.
"We will have words about your choice of 'date venues', Eve." Her voice was calm, even as her fingers started to work a little faster. "By all means... Allow me to see Jaune's Pogrom." There was no mocking tone in her voice, the name spoken as if it were to belong to an equal. She could respect strength and skill...
She was a Faunus, after all.
The strong led whilst the weak followed... And the tests were many once you were at the top.
'I am not going to let myself be beaten in the game...'
She was not a loser. She was Sienna Khan and she would get what she wanted, even if the object of her affections was currently beating up a slew of Faunus.
Another chapter... and yes, it's heavy on cow tits and Jaune fits. For the people curious about Jaune's issue with the whole reviving of Willow... I'd imagine that there's fairytales about what Salem has done spread around Remnant, telling everyone just how bad it is to revive the dead, to go against the will of the gods. It'd make someone get a complex about it.
And because it wasn't clear from the way that it was written - No, Adam wasn't sexually assaulted by his girlfriend. It was consensual... He just doesn't like his sister strong-arming him, because she knows his weak spots. Eve deciding to visit Adam was both a split decision on her part as well as needing to check this girl out that Adam is dating. That he struggles... yeah, who WOULD want to be filmed telling a friend to go and take his sister out on a date. Adam is a lot less high strung, and genuinely happy... Into some really weird stuff now thanks to his girlfriend. Eve though... yeah, she eh... she's got issues. Adam and Eve have both got their problems, but where Eve is more forward, Adam is more likely to brood and be wickedly snarky and cold. He loves his sister, as she's the only one who looked after him, but yeah... She's got some warped values of decency.
More Willow in the next chapter! The Belladinner has been shoved back a chapter because I am going to build it up a bit more. We can't have Kali strutting her stuff and embarrassing Sienna, Blake and her husband with her comments too early, right? Also going to work double-time on the next chapter, so that people can just go and read the reasons WHY there are a lot of sexual references and comments in this chapter. Most things can be explained, all I ask is for patience.
Until next time...
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