AN: Lewd.

"Hmm…"

"Ah… mh… a bit… lower if you c-oh, just like that… and slightly to the side- hnn~"

"Mhm~"

Jaune relaxed his hips, and Blake relaxed hers as well.

Port had escorted the two of them into the room within Beacon's fourth-year dorm, with orders to stay inside until the ruckus outside had died down. The way Jaune had pranced around the Beacon's grounds in his Knight form with 'alternate' tentacles flinging about had apparently caused quite the stir amongst the Hunters in Beacon and the people of Vale.

Blake had inspected her clothes and had come to a conclusion that they were not only beyond repair, but also stained so deeply that she didn't even want to bother trying to clean them after she had 'squeezed' the sexual tension out of Jaune and the squeezing had left her clothes and hair covered in Jaune's sticky white stuff.

The room Jaune and Blake were staying in wasn't overly furbished or luxurious on account that fourth-years were likely expected to bring their own personal decorations, but the room had a standard hotel-like room essentials- a bed, basic sets of bedsheets with Beacon's logo, a desk, chairs, etcetera. All in all, it wasn't particularly romantic place, but as far as the two of them were concerned, it was cozy enough.

And more importantly, it was discreet enough. Which was something both Jaune and Blake appreciated, considering that both of them were naked as Jaune had left his clothes in Beacon's simulation room lockers, and Blake had just tossed her ruined and seed-stained clothes to the showers trash bin.

Naturally, the blushing that followed her actions had been quite the sight to see, as Blake and Jaune had started to inspect their new temporary shelter and semi-voluntary confinement The two of them had run out of things to do almost immediately after taking their showers and they had just sat down on the bed… and before either of them realized it, the sitting had turned to kissing, and then to petting, fondling, caressing and exploring each other's bodies. However as Jaune had started to once again reach the edge of his self-control, Blake had reacted swiftly and had turned the situation around. Quite literally, as she had displayed cat-like acrobatics by flipping around on the bed and snatching his head between her thighs.

And after Jaune had been flopped on his back on the bed, Blake had positioned herself so that her crotch was directly on his mouth and she started to fondle and lick his shaft.

Jaune had realized what she was aiming at- to use the foreplay to quench his 'thirst', while she was working on his lower body. Blake had then carefully avoided over-stimulating him which would to push him over the edge again.

Due to his 'meat' being still overgrown from his Semblance-malfunction, Blake had only licked it and stroked it with her hands- she had learned from the first time she had been hit directly by his 'artillery', and took great care to not let it point at her face or mouth in case it went off point-blank.

"How long do you think it'll take for Ruby to… mh... gather the food and bring it here?" Jaune asked as the two of them continued to explore each other's bodies.

Blake shrugged and kept licking and fondling his manhood. Jaune nodded slightly before continuing to kiss the girl's thighs and lick her womanhood while hugging her waist.

"Hm… by the way, I didn't really get to tell you this earlier, but Ruby, Weiss and I had a deal." Blake hummed against his shaft, causing pleasant vibration in the meat through her voice. "We… planned to do this. You know, this, but with all three of us present."

"Oh…" Jaune was somewhat speechless, both from the physical aspect of the act and from Blake's words. "W-wait, together? Like, all at once?"

"Yeah… it was Weiss's idea, if you can believe that." Blake mumbled as she reached to kiss the tip of his shaft from the side. "I think she… mhh… uh, I think Weiss has some plan in her head, and I'm not sure if it's a good one. Like, not something that'll make us stronger, or that sort of plan."

"Oh?" Jaune mumbled back as he licked the insides of Blake's womanhood, using his tongue to invade deep into her chasm and lick the almost pink flesh inside. The caress caused Blake's legs to twitch and she squeezed her thighs around his head- which was something Jaune was more than okay with. "Anything more specific?"

"Yeah… ah… J-just… look out for foul play. I mean, I think Weiss hasn't really… mh! 'internalized' the whole deal we have going on… haa..." Blake mumbled as she breathed heavily and her twitching and spasming became stronger as Jaune dined on her nectars and sampled the insides of her tight, unplundered cavern with his tongue. "J-Jaune, I'm really… c-close… k-keep going…"

Jaune did as he was told, and reached to lick and slurp the girl's offering while she was panting heavily against his shaft and was squeezing his head with her thighs. He slid one of his hands up from her waist caress her butt, and started to rub it… before he pushed his thumb between her buttcheeks and rubbed her 'exit'. And as Blake let a meow-like moan he pushed his thumb inside it.

The touch caused the cat-girl to let a loud meow that turned into a gasping mewl as the 'shock and awe' strategy pushed her past her limit, flooding Jaune's face with her nectars and causing her to spasm against his chest in climax… before slumping down on his body to recover from her gushing orgasm. "A-ah! Ahh…. Mh… haa~"

"Hm. You're pretty tasty." Jaune commented as he licked the girl's womanhood, earning him a protesting flick against his shaft. 'Eugh, it's more like slightly over-ripe fish, but I doubt Blake would like to know that… or maybe she would, she likes tuna after all...'

Blake let a half-groan half-meow as he grabbed her waist and flopped her on her back to the bed, turned himself around, and crawled on top of her so he could kiss her on the lips. The girl realized what he was about to do and tried to pat his chest to stop him, but she didn't seem to mind too much as he kissed her while his chin was still positively dripping with her juices.

"Mh… You're mean. And a liar, that wasn't tasty..." Blake protested and Jaune 'apologized' by starting to pet and kiss her cat-ears, causing the girl's protests to turn into mewls and moans of pleasure.

Jaune stopped as he felt someone approaching the dorm-room, and shunted his Semblance again as he realized that it was trying to activate itself passively. "Someone's coming?"

"Mh… perv."

"No, I mean, like people." Jaune looked towards the dorm-room door and almost immediately someone knocked on it from the other side. He pulled his hands off Blake's cat-ears, earning him a protesting huff from the girl. "That must be Ruby- or Port. I hope it's the former."

"Uh… Yeah." Blake blinked as she came off her sensory high after getting her faunus parts fondled. She pulled the blanket from under Jaune and wrapped it around her body to cover herself before nudging Jaune forwards. "Open it, if someone recognizes me in here, with you, when I was 'sacrificed' to the 'tentacle monster' mere moments ago, then it won't be hard to connect two and two. We don't want press squatting outside the door or something."

"R-right." Jaune nodded as he waddled very carefully to the door. He opened it slowly after checking who the knocker was through the door's peephole. "Hi, Ruby."

"Hi…" Ruby waved her hand at him, which seemed a bit redundant considering that she was only few inches away from him as she had been looking at the other side of the door's peephole. "I brought… Jaune, are you naked?!"

"Uh… I have a reason?" Jaune noted as Ruby blushed. He had hid his lower body behind the door and only opened it partially to keep Blake hidden, but he wasn't able to hide his naked upper body.

As the result of the nudity Jaune and Ruby would have started one of their usual stammering and blushing word exchanges that could only be called 'a conversation' on the direst of circumstances- But before they could begin, a arctic voice interrupted them.

"What. Are. You. Doing." Weiss growled behind Ruby, causing Jaune flinch as he looked at Weiss's face. The white-haired girl was not impressed by his lack of clothing and she practically radiated disgust at him from her single blue eye- with her new Grimm-like eye was hidden behind a white eyepatch she had tied over it.

And Jaune felt as his blush deepened.

'Uh… I can't let her know…' Jaune tried to hide the way he got turned on by the way Weiss looked at him- as if he was some sort of bug to be stepped on and squashed. 'Ugh… It's the same expression Winter had just before that tentacle went in her… uh, next line of thoughts, Jaune… Right, didn't Blake tell me that Weiss had proposed… erm, that all of us do 'it' at the same time? No, wait, that thought probably isn't helping...'

"So uh… you brought the food?" Jaune tried to break the ice as Ruby was essentially suffering a core lockdown as she shook on the spot, and Weiss was practically radiating disgust- which he could feel even without using his Semblance. "Erm… and Penny's bag? Actually, well, come in- no reason to gossip in the doorway. Just… um, listen, Blake and I sort of started...early."

"Eh? Early?" Ruby latched onto the conversation to keep herself from thinking about Jaune's naked state, but it didn't seem to impress Weiss who just huffed and kept glaring at him. "Early, what, where?"

"Well…" Jaune blushed and decided to just let the two girls see it for themselves. He stepped behind the door and opened it properly.

Ruby and Weiss walked into the room… and the food bags fell off their hands as they saw Blake on the bed, covering her clearly naked body with a blanket. "B-Blake?"

"Um… hi." Blake blushed.

Jaune closed the door behind the two girls, causing both of them to jump a bit, likely because Jaune locked the door as well.

"Wa- wait, what are you two doing? Did you just lock us in?" Weiss's tone was high-pitched as she looked between Blake, Jaune, and Jaune's lower body "P-put that gross thing away!"

"Erm… w-well, Blake and I had an idea, since we were going to do this at some point soon, and since she told me that you three had decided to um… do this at the same time…" Jaune stammered as Ruby had spotted his 'upgraded' member and stared at his lower body unblinkingly while she was building her blush like a tea pan builds steam. "S-so, since Port unlocked this dormroom and it's kind of cozy and private, we figured this might be a good spot for it?"

"So- wait, WHAT?" Weiss's question ended with a shriek, and Ruby instinctively hugged Weiss to calm her down. "You're saying you want to do us… n… nyes. Yes. Sure."

"Well, I mean… what?" Jaune blinked at Weiss's sudden change of mind, which seemed to come straight out of left field without warning like a lumber truck in a hiking trail intersection. "What?"

Blake and Ruby seemed to be as confused as Jaune was, and the trio stared at Weiss who blushed. "I- I mean, we planned for this, right? Might as well get it over with."

"You're acting really suspiciously." Blake's eyes narrowed at Weiss and the white-haired girl merely huffed.

"You're overthinking things." Weiss shrugged and threw her hair back. "Now, I propose Blake goes first, since she's clearly already prepared herself for it."

"..." Blake blinked in confusion while narrowing her eyes, which unfortunately caused her eyelashes to poke at her eyeballs and she paused to rub her face. "...Fine, whatever."

"Um… so, I'll just take these if you don't mind and… well, go eat in the bathroom or something…" Jaune reached for the bags of food, but Weiss slapped his hand away.

"We haven't eaten either. There's desk over there, help me move it next to the bed so we can eat together. And put something on to cover your... junk. The sight of that is making me nauseous." Weiss took one of the bags and pulled a set of one-use utensils and paper plates. "We managed to cook and prepare most of the food, and we added some pre-cooked and raw meat in case you needed more."

"Ah… thanks." Jaune nodded gratefully.

"We know how volatile your Semblance is, and contrary to Atlas, I'm making sure you don't run wild and kill or molest someone because your ability malfunctioned." Weiss pointed at the studying desk. "Desk. Up. Lift."

"Yes, ma'am." Jaune did as he was told while Ruby started to pull packages from the bags.

"Blake. Assist. Jaune." Weiss growled at the cat-girl, causing her to let a small 'meep' like a kitten caught mid misdeed, and Blake stalked out of the bed to help Jaune. "Gah… you're completely naked as well- wait, what's that on your chin? Were you two really just humping it out before we came here?"

"Um… sort of. But not really." Blake blushed as she and Jaune moved the furniture, all the while both were blushing from head to toe thanks to their naked state. "You're awfully casual about this though…"

"We've all seen each other naked by now, well, more or less." Weiss shrugged while she blushed just minutely. "I don't see why I should make a fuss about it, considering what yo- I mean, what we are about to do."

"Um… erm... I guess so..." Ruby was practically radiating heat as her face was completely red, and her hands shook as she pulled wrapped food from the bags and set it on the desk-table. Weiss sighed at Ruby before walking to the door and taking off her shoes.

"..." Blake seemed to be doubtful but refrained from commenting in favor of reaching for hastily made tuna tortilla as the group gathered around the repurposed studying desk that served as their dining table. And before any of them noticed, they had began scarfing down the sandwiches, steaks, tortillas and other finger-food Ruby and Weiss had prepared- Their stomachs reminding them that they had not eaten anything since breakfast.

"Delishioush… Did you cook this, Weiss?" Jaune asked as he ate ham sandwiches and gulped down salted and chilled potatoes.

"Y-yes. I did." Weiss seemed to be a bit uncertain before she shook her head and regained her courage.

"Weiss managed to explode half the food…"

"Quiet, Ruby!" Weiss's courage didn't last long. "Slander!"

"I managed to stop the other half of the food from turning into icicles just in time, but like, half the potatoes got chilled…"

"I don't know how it happened!"

"I think Weiss's uh, 'other' eye flashed a bit when she saw the raw meat and I could swear she started to drool…"

"That did not happen!"

"Uh… So, this tuna is pretty good." Blake commented as Weiss began squishing Ruby's face between her hands to keep the red-clad girl quiet. "Um- would you like to taste a bit? I… can share…"

"I can try a bit." Jaune agreed and took a small bite of the tuna. 'Huh… it's kinda the same taste as that fishy taste- actually, let's not go there.' "Hm…"

"Eh! I… uh, this sandwich is pretty good too!" Ruby spotted how Blake was feeding Jaune and pushed her own competitive business towards him, causing Weiss to almost lose her balance on the chair she had commandeered. "Erm… I can share too…"

"Thanks, Ruby." Jaune took the offered sandwich, causing Ruby to blush furiously and Blake to sigh heavily.

"Ruby, we aren't competing here…" Blake pointed out as she pulled the tuna tortilla out of Jaune's reach and continued to stuff it in her mouth. "Fankfs for mafing fhese thfough."

"Do I have to comment on your dining etiquette as well? I thought Ruby was the only one with less than savory eating habits? …Well, she and Jaune." Weiss sighed at Blake.

Blake gulped her food down and shrugged, causing her breasts to jiggle a bit and Jaune to blush. "To be honest, I don't care at this point. Perhaps when we're in more public setting, but right now I'm more concerned with getting fed, getting Jaune fed, and then getting to the next part of the 'menu.'"

Jaune blushed as he got the implication. "Erm… I'll… I'll try not to disappoint…"

"Considering your earlier 'performance', I doubt I'll have to worry about that…" Blake winked at Jaune.

'I guess Blake liked it… eh?!' Jaune had to cough to hide his sudden blush as he felt a hand creeping over his thigh and touching his resting shaft. He glanced to the side shyly and saw that Blake was smirking at him while stroking his member with her forefinger under the table.

Jaune looked at Weiss in order to hide his blush, but it didn't exactly work as Weiss squinted her eyes suspiciously at Jaune.

Unfortunately for Jaune, Weiss was adjusting her legs under the table as Blake was stroking his rising shaft, and Weiss's shin brushed against Jaune's extra-sized meat.

The white-clad girl's visible eye widened and she recoiled as she realized what her leg was touching, while Blake pulled her hand back as Weiss had knocked the girl's finger with her shin.

"Weiss? Is everything alright?" Ruby's innocent question blocked whatever outburst Weiss might have had, and the white-haired girl reined herself in with visible effort.

"Y-yes, I just thought I stepped on something." Weiss reassured Ruby and picked up another sandwich. "Yes… I thought I stepped on something disgusting, but it turned out to be nothing important…"

Jaune blushed and Blake blinked before she smirked in a way that caused hair in the back of Jaune's neck to stand on ends. Blake glanced at Jaune… and Jaune almost doubled over on the table as he felt something stepping on his shaft. A closer inspection told him that Blake had used her leg to pull Weiss's leg up, and Weiss's foot was currently stepping on the shaft.

Jaune sent Blake a pleading look, and she smirked at him in turn before turning her attention to her food- all the while Weiss was struggling between a raging blush, a disgusted snarl, and something that would likely result in the room's destruction if unleashed.

"Muh?" Ruby blinked at the wordless interaction while her cheeks were trying to do their best hamster imitation on account that Ruby had stuffed her mouth full of food. "Hmuh?"

"Ruby... Swallow. Before. Speaking." Weiss groaned and turned to snip something about the red-clad girl about eating habits- all the while she was blushing bright.

Jaune's hands shook, causing pieces of lettuce to fall from his chicken sandwich. 'Um… Weiss... w-what are you doing?'

Although Weiss was acting like her usual self and Blake was feigning ignorance, the 'incident' under the table had turned into something far less 'incidental' as Weiss had gone from merely brushing his shaft with her foot, to literally stepping on it and pushing the 'top' of the shaft against his stomach.

The girl had likely meant it as as a revenge for embarrassing her… but to Jaune, it didn't feel like it. 'U… urgh… it kind of hurts, but at the same time… it hurts just right…'

The way Weiss's soft socks and feet felt against his skin, and how her feet pushed against his shaft made Jaune's vision dim slightly as he tried to focus on eating while Weiss was 'secretly' punishing him in a way that felt more like reward. 'Oh… I… I hope this won't become a fetish or something…'

"Jhaufneh, ishf evheryfink alriht?" Ruby blinked at Jaune while she slurped down another chocolate and strawberry wrap, which caused Jaune to blink since he hadn't noticed that the team had moved onto the desserts already.

"Uh…" Jaune flinched and nearly dropped his fork as the pressure Weiss's foot put on his shaft intensified for a moment, warning him against informing Ruby about the 'interaction' happening under the table. "Y-yeah, I'm just… feeling… the aftereffect of the day's… hng... struggles."

The pressure turned into a brief up-and-down rub, likely to reward him for 'right' answer. Jaune glanced at Weiss who was looking at him with a smug, confident smirk while her cheeks had a slight blush.

The pressure returned as he kept staring at her, and Jaune looked away as he got the 'subtle' hint when Weiss dug her toe into his meat. 'Uh… yeah… this is definitely going to… leave a mark…'

"Jaune, wanna have some?" Ruby offered part of her next sweet wrap to Jaune and he reached to take it with somewhat shaky hands. Unfortunately as he was bringing it towards his face the pressure on his shaft intensified, forcing him to glance at Weiss who was looking at the sweet wrap. 'Oh…'

"W-Weiss, would you like to have som- ah! I mean, all of this?" Jaune corrected himself as the girl's toe dug into the pulsating flesh of his rock-hard shaft, causing his back to convulse a bit. 'Mh… it hurts… so good… Blake's right, I'm turning into a pervert… although Weiss is not helping...'

"Why, thank you." Weiss tilted her head at Jaune as she took the offered wrap and began to nibble it delicately. "This is quite delicious, Ruby. Thank you for making these."

"Erm… thanks?" Ruby blinked at Weiss in confusion. "Um, I made a bunch so erm…"

Blake sighed at Weiss as she looked at the interaction. And something let a meaty thump underneath the table.

Weiss blushed and the pressure on Jaune's shaft disappeared, making it fairly clear that Blake had gotten enough of watching Jaune get dominated and she had kicked Weiss in the shin to indicate her to move on.

"Thanks, Blake." Jaune thanked the girl out of habit, and froze as Blake kicked his shin as well. "I- I mean, um, Ruby? You told me that you had some raw food or something specifically for me? Uh, I mean, I could probably continue with that while you three finish up with the desserts."

"Y-yeah, I brought a bag of meat, like, one of the bags of shredded and compressed meat-stuff that you have in your refrigerator-combat locker." Ruby tilted her head in confusion at Blake and Weiss who were blushing and pointedly not looking at each other or Jaune. "I mean, you had refrigerated cooked meat in there at the start but when Glynda found out about it, she sent you shredded meat-and-bone bags since it's cheaper, has more mass per square, lasts longer before expiring, and is cheaper…"

"Yeah, but it tastes kinda bland. Like thick and dry porridge made from whatever's left in a cow after all tasty parts have been pulled out or something. Bah, I shouldn't complain." Jaune sighed. "Thanks, Ruby. I think I'll go and eat this in the bathroom since it'll be a bit unsightly. Um… Blake can tell what's the next… thing."

Blake blushed as Ruby and Weiss looked at the girl, and then the three of them blushed even harder as Jaune lifted himself up, revealing that his 'fun-stick' or rather, 'fun-bat' was very much ready for action. Weiss let a small squeak as the member pointed directly at her face for a moment before Jaune managed to get away from the desk and grab the bag Ruby was pointing at.

Ruby just stared at Jaune's butt as he turned around and waddled to the bathroom to eat the meat-stuff. "S-s-s-so B-Blake w-w-what w-was t-that about uuuhhh… 'next thing'?"

The door muffled Blake's response, but Jaune flinched at the squeak that Ruby let as Blake finished explaining that their 'team exercise' would happen now.

'R-right… here we go then…' Jaune felt nervous as he bit into the sheet-pressed, compressed 'meat' he pulled from the bag in to further reinforce his body. 'I need to stock up on mass if I want to make it through this without going wild... '


"Ugh…" Jaune groaned as he woke up to radiating feelings of dread. 'Huh… wait, where am I… Oh yeah, Shard mountains. Grimmlands. Salem… Salem captured me from Glenn or something? Wait, oh… yeah. Perhaps not captured, but somehow… teleported?'

'Bah, irrelevant. What's that feeling?' He focused on the dread-causing feeling that seemed to radiate from somewhere far above him. 'Hmm? Oh… that's the same feeling Salem radiated when I woke up here- she's radiating that aura of dread again? Did something make her angry? Or did something else trigger it?'

'...Whatever. Not my concern.' Jaune shook his head. He had more immediate issues to take care of, such as the sudden, familiar but foreign-feeling emotions that echoed from somewhere and crashed against his head all at once, like dam of sewage waste breaking and pouring its filth into his cranium.

'Argh… w-what's happening?' Jaune grasped his head between his hands as the odd emotions of shame, panic, embarrassment and need to escape echoed in his head… before going quiet again, leaving just calm and almost loving aftershock that confused him to his very core. 'Ow… t-that hasn't happened before? Did some people just feel… no, someone feel all those emotions? Did they bottle up somehow?'

He shook his head to clear it of the foreign emotions, but only managed to make himself dizzy. 'Oww... '

The movements did manage to wake up his bedfellows though, and Jaune blinked as his 'concubines' or rather, Salem's maids that had been repurposed as concubines, began stirring in the bed- Shir sleeping beside him, May being buried between the two, and with Larua sleeping on top of him while currently serving as his 'sheathe' if the sensations from around his groin were anything to go by. 'Oh wow… did she put it in while she slept? I guess she's feeling comfortable like that… I think the feelings from the girls sort of shielded me against that odd feeling of panic. Kind of like when I slept in the same bed with Blake… I wonder how bad that earlier episode might have been if they weren't here...'

Almost as if she could hear his thoughts, Larua let a small sound and begun stretching sleepily against his chest like a waking kitten. She let a small, muted sound before waking up properly and lifting herself up...

And she seemed to be surprised by her state and by her bedfellows, causing her to rear back in shock when she realized that she had been sleeping on top of Jaune. The shock allowed Jaune to hear the aloof-acting girl's voice for the first time as she opened her mouth, and...

"...Grahh… Hgrhaa..."

The girl's voice was hard, raw and gravelly, surprising Jaune as he had expected more feminine sounds from her.

Larua noticed Jaune's surprised reaction instantly, and covered her mouth with her hands to stop any more voices from exiting her throat- but the damage had been done. A wave of fear crashed against Jaune's senses as Larua tried to turn away from him- possibly trying to even run away from him. "...!"

The shaft inside the girl's lower body was still rock-hard though, which essentially locked her in place and caused her to stumble and fall back on his chest while twisting Jaune's member painfully.

The feeling of being trapped which radiated from the girl caused Jaune to flinch, and flinch again as the earlier, odd feeling of shame intensified further while Larua's earlier muted, sleepy feeling was replaced with pain, panic and shame. "...Ugh… Larua, wait!"

"Oh no…" May lunged to grab Larua's hand before she could fall off the bed, surprising Jaune as he had thought that the girl was still asleep. "Larua! Stop! Hold!"

May and Jaune managed to pull the girl back to the bed and May hugged her tightly against her chest. "Shh.. Larua, it's alright... Everything's alright..."

"Wha- what happened?" Jaune asked, blinking in confusion for the girl's sudden and odd reactions while trying to focus on something else to keep his Semblance from shifting back to its more violent mindset. "Larua? May? What happened?"

"Um… Lord…" May seemed to be a bit lost for words while Larua glanced past May's breasts, forming a brief eye contact with Jaune which was enough for him to see a mixture of fear and shame in her eyes. Her aloof and dreamy act had completely shattered and replaced with uncertainty.

"It seems that um… lord has heard something unsightly." May seemed to have an idea what had caused it as she stroked the girl's head gently. "L-Larua, can I tell lord Arc about your… past, like how it was told to me? Lord Arc, can I please ask thee to listen and not think of Larua too harshly after learning of it?"

"Oh- Of course. I'm sorry if I did something to upset you. Erm, if it's about the um… 'thing' when you woke up, I didn't know about that, sorry. Erm, are you mad?" Jaune tried to stroke Larua's hair, but stopped as she flinched from the touch.

"I'm not sure what lord is referring to but, erm, w-we all were saved by queen Salem as you recall." May interjected into the one-sided conversation. "I was captured by bandits and forced to be their slave before queen Salem's agents found and released me. Shir was one of the unfortunate poor who occupy Mistral's lower city, and she was pressured to be a prostitute for-and-by the crime rings that run the city's lower parts... before queen Salem's agents found her on the streets, beaten halfway to death by her masters after failing to service a client, and queen Salem took her in…"

Jaune glanced at Shir who was sleeping peacefully while strewn all over the king-sized bed. 'She was a prostitute? Erm, not that I mind, but why was she so shy yesterday? Something doesn't add up… or I'm just profiling them based off their backstory. I should probably stop that, it's kinda rude…'

May ignored Jaune's confusion in order to mumble something vaguely reassuring-sounding while hugging and cradling Larua's head. "...But Larua had the worst fate out of the three of us. she was a living organ farm in Mistral, in a government sanctioned 'medical facility' just outside the city. They used her body to grow and extract organs after unlocking her Aura and hooking her up to a device that force-fed stimulants and Dust to her body, so it would keep healing and growing new organs despite losing whatever her 'caretakers' decided to harvest."

"Wait, what? Why would they do that?" Jaune asked as he heard the story and paused. 'That's… that can't be true? Pyrrha told me that Mistral's lower regions were bad place, but… that bad? Wait, government sanctioned?' "What did they need the organs for?"

"For medical purposes of course, and the organs would likely get sent to the higher caste of Mistralians who needed organ replacements. Presumably it was cheaper to use living humans than buying it them from Atlas. Atlesians use vat-grown organs for replacements… or so we are told. Could be that they are using Faunus immigrants for it, considering their recent policies." May told him while tilting her head at him in confusion. "Regardless, I do not know how Larua ended up in the farm. And Larua physically can't remember anything from her previous life- or how long the farming had continued. Queen Salem can heal body of any injury, but healing the mind is far harder, or so she told us when she gave Larua to our care."

"O-oh." Jaune was speechless, and the silence seemed to hurt Larua as she must have taken his reply for condemnation. 'W- wait, I mean, that's horrible but… how did that trigger her panic attack?' "I- I see. That's horrible- I mean, what happened to you, Larua, not you. Erm, h-how'd you get here?"

May coughed slightly and continued the tale while Larua hid her face between the brunette girl's breasts. "Ehm. Queen Salem's Grimm beasts smashed the facility apart after the facility's drug and painkiller supply from Vacuo halted due to raids, causing the pain and despair from the facility's 'occupants' to echo across the countryside. The pain drew almost every Grimm within Mistral City's area to the facility. From what I was told, Queen Salem's chief enforcer, Hazel Rainart, was present during the assault- come to think of it, his actions against Vacuon drug trade might have caused the drug shortage."

May mumbled something reassuring to Larua who had started to shake. "He found the… remains that were the organ farms. Many of them were so far beyond saving that Hazel had no choice but to relieve them of their suffering. Larua was one of the few who could be salvaged from the facility- even still, from what I gathered, she was barely even a torso when she arrived to the Heart."

"Ah…" Jaune reached to stroke Larua's head, despite her shaking and the shaking of his own hands. He blinked at the shakiness and realized that he was unconsciously repeating it due the fact that he could feel her panic very, very well through his sort-of sixth sense. He breathed out to shut down his Semblance as it kept trying to activate itself. "I'm… I didn't know."

"She was healed by Queen Salem, like the rest of us. But… her voice didn't recover. It had been taken away too many times. Her larynx, supposedly, gave her so beautiful voice that it had been her… main merchandise." May reached to stroke Larua's head as well. "Even though it is 'healed', her mind had forgotten how to use it. She's… not complete, anymore."

"..." Jaune blinked in realization. "So, her voice... "
"Y-yes. She can speak, technically, but... "

"I understand. It's alright, you don't need to say more." Jaune sighed heavily while continuing to stroke Larua's hair, even despite how the girl was shaking like a leaf from the touch.

"Lord, does Larua's voice displease thee?" May asked carefully after a moment, ignoring a quiet, sleepy objection from Shir, asking to be be let out of supposed tentacle-bondage she was apparently experiencing in her dreams in the background. "Has she failed in her duty?"

"Wait, what… oh." Jaune blinked in confusion before the reason for Larua's panic clicked in his head. 'Oh… Salem sent these girls to serve me, so if… if they 'displease' me, they'd have failed Salem's orders…'

"You're worried that I dislike you because of your voice, right?" Jaune clarified his theory by asking the girl in question. "That you'd fail Sa- queen Salem?"

Larua's nod was so weak it was almost imperceivable.

"Uh… I'm not the kind of person who would do that though…" Jaune rubbed the back of his neck. 'Wow, I thought Weiss was prone to overreacting… just how highly do these girls think of Salem if mere thought of failing her causes them to suffer panic attacks?' "I don't mind it. I mean, I'm sorry about what happened to you, Larua, but I'm not going to just… disregard or dismiss you because of it."

"See? Lord Arc is very magnanimous person, like I told you." May mumbled to Larua's ear, causing the girl's shaking to lessen slightly. She let a small sob-like sound as she hugged May back before glancing briefly at Jaune- almost if she was seeking confirmation.

'She's having doubts eh? ...Hm, perhaps acting as if nothing had happened would work to ease her fears? After all, that would indicate that I really don't discriminate her because of her voice…' Jaune tried to seek for a way to allow the girl to be at peace. "So uh… wanna get up from the bed or do 'it' again, Larua? May, Shir, wanna join?"

"Y-yes lord…" Shir agreed with muffled voice, and Jaune glanced at her… to see that the shark faunus had woken up at some point of the explanation and was looking at the three of them with curious and almost calculating look on her face before it made way for blush and she looked down with shy expression on her face.

'Odd.' Jaune furrowed his brows but shook his head. 'Something's seriously off. I'll have to ask Cinder later about these girls, I wonder if she knows something? Eh, I should probably posphone that until later. Cinder's supposed to show me around the tower today anyway.'

Shir let a pleased moan as Jaune kissed her temple and he hugged her closer to him.

Larua kissed May on the lips before she turned towards Jaune, opening her lips just slightly as if waiting for him to take the initiative.

He took the hint and kissed the black-haired haired girl hungrily, causing her to relax slightly and let a relieved sigh… which made Jaune realize that most of his shaft was still inside Larua's lean body.

The black-haired girl likely remembered it as well, and moved her hips just slightly to push the rest of the length into her body and she kissed the tip of the shaft with her womb.

Jaune moaned into her mouth as Larua began slowly thrusting her hips up and down his length, letting their combined juices squeeze out between her walls and his meat, staining the bedsheets as his shaft grew to its full size and filled her entirely. 'Mmh… May did say that I could 'do as I willed' with them… Might as well make the most of this while it lasts...'


"Stop… my head hurts…" Cinder let a sound that might have been sob.

She was on her knees on her own bedroom, which was essentially a repurposed guest room she had taken over few years ago, with few extra rooms added later and more furnishing.

'I… It's… I can't take this anymore…' Cinder shook while she held onto her head which felt like it was about to split like a ripe melon.

The whole night had been hell for the flame-caster, ever since retreating to her room after a quick paperwork session with Salem. She had started to feel oddly hot after a while of reading reports that were about as interesting as watching wood grow in realtime, and had been just about as productive. Salem had likely noticed Cinder's mood, as observant as the ancient woman was, and had told Cinder to return to her room for the night and rest.

Cinder had been more than happy to use the chance to leave and had flopped down on her bed almost instantly upon entering her bedroom. Sleep followed soon after, but no rest would come with it as she had been hounded constantly by nightmares- first of feeling her body crawling with heat… and she had woken up to feeling of being bred by some sort of massive creature. The odd, alien feeling had been enough to spook Cinder out of her sleep and she had almost set the entire room in fire before realizing the room was empty. As a result, Cinder had been thoroughly disturbed by nightmare both because of its content and because she didn't see dreams or nightmares often- or hadn't seen them before getting infected with something during her failed attempt at mind-controlling Jaune Arc.

The realization hadn't helped her body though, as she had been feeling incredibly hot and bothered for some reason, even to the point where she had been forced to take a cold shower and change her bedsheets… and then go back to the shower to play a bit with the showerhead to calm her hips after breathing in and out while thinking of something calming, like stabbing Emerald in the neck, didn't seem to work to calm her down.

After a while the feeling of lust had gone away and she returned to sleep… only to be woken in cold sweat when sudden and foreign panic and embarrassment hit her like a bus made of panicked, screaming school children. And after that had subsided, the odd lust had returned, feeling less… primal, but somehow far more disturbing- like if Cinder had been squeezed through a hot tube while her entire body was rubbed with lubricant. Which had been thoroughly unattractive, but her body had reacted in completely opposite way for a reason that had eluded Cinder- yet felt incredibly disturbing nonetheless.

After changing her bed sheets once more and sitting in the shower for half hour or so, the feeling had gone away and had been replaced by a sensation of filth and embarrasment, despite her being alone in the shower and being covered in soap. After what felt like eternity the feeling of filth had dissipated, allowing Cinder to just flop down and fall asleep on the shower.

Unfortunately whatever was plaguing her didn't let up, and during the late night the feeling of lust returned for the last time- accompanied by a feeling of massive headaches that had driven on her knees before she could return to her bed.

'The… pain…' Cinder hit her head against the floor once more. She was suffering from extreme migraine this time, which wasn't helping her already irate and sleep-deprived mood. She had contemplated going to (or rather, calling a servant to carry her to) Salem to see what the issue was, but her pride was effectively blocking her- as it had blocked her from calling help during the entire night. 'Salem… she said… some part of Arc… was left in my head…'

The woman's words caused Cinder to shudder. 'She said… if she took it away… it'd also take most of my… intelligence, memories... '

A pang of something awful caused Cinder to twitch and fall on her side on the floor, spilling the pack of painkillers she had been trying to open with shaky hands. Her spine felt like it had been set on fire and she could barely feel her legs.

'I'm… not going to… turn into… one of those creatures, again…. I am NOT!' Cinder howled internally while she was struggling to regain control of her body.

Her back felt as if it had lit on fire as her struggling began to weaken, and she crashed on the floor as her arms and legs failed her. "A-argh! It… it hurts! Stop!"

Blood flowed from her mouth as she bit her tongue and she felt as it healed instantly afterwards, and at the same time she felt something silky smooth, like strands of fire, flowing down her spine from the back of her neck… and her waist erupted in pain.

The last thing Cinder saw before falling unconscious on the floor was a pair of raven-black wings sprouting from the back of her waist, the feathers covered in blood and slime.

'Not… again…'


"...Hm, that didn't last long. Then again, I did warn her." Salem smirked at the ceiling of the dining hall after finishing her breakfast. "Well, I suppose I should go help her. Hm… I certainly didn't expect it to grow that quickly though."

"E-excuse me, my queen?" One of the servant girls following Salem dared to step forwards to see what she wanted. The girl was pale and shaky although Salem had stopped radiating dread soon after finishing her read on the world's, or rather, Vale's 'news'.

"Send few servants to clothe Cinder and bring a breakfast- no, a dinner and lunch to her room. She is currently in her room and is… having minor difficulties at the moment. And tell her that I'm expecting her in my lab as soon as she wakes up. Oh, and tell the servants that they should not touch her flesh directly, no matter what happens."

"Yes, my queen."

"Good…" Salem leaned back on her chair. "My, my… mr. Arc, you are full of surprises~"


"I think my head is about to give." Glynda Goodwitch sighed in her office in Beacon while going through Port's written after-action report of Arc's latest incident in Beacon's grounds. "Haaa…"

"Yes, well, if you require psychological care, I have access to…"

"...Atlas's 'psychological support troop', or as they should be called, indoctrinators. I know.. Thank you for the offer, but no thank you, James." Glynda growled at her Scroll which was sitting on her desk, currently showing the image of Ironwood. "Right. At least we know where Arc is, and according to Port, he's contained for now. Any updates on your search for the escaped... tentacle?"

"None so far. I had my technicians access the wastewater distribution network and flow center to see where exactly the sewage pipes flow through before ending up in the processing plant." Ironwood explained. "We experienced authority-related trouble accessing the physical node, but managed to bypass the obstacle and gain the flow data. Using that, we're going through the sewer network, seeing if there has been pressure differences indicating pipeline breaches and…"

"I am not well-educated in wastewater pipe dynamics. Layman's version, please."

"Yes, we are tracking possible escape routes for the creature."

"What are the options?"

"Based off the sewer's flow direction, and assuming the tentacle didn't somehow manage to swim against the flow, the creature is either: In the locker room shower…"

A dreadful scenario passed Glynda's head as she heard Ironwood's words.

"Male lockers, to be specific…"

The scenario became slightly different, and Glynda blushed heavily.

"Six different public toilets…"

Glynda paled as she considered the implications.

"And then the pipe flows to the fourth-year female dormitory before going to second and third-year's team-dorm, and finally to Vale's central sewage outflow network." Ironwood finished his recap. "Do you have any leads based off that information?"

The headmistress of Beacon felt cold sweat form on her brow. 'Come to think of it… the fourth-years would be roughly the same age as Specialist Winter…'

"I… may have a possible lead. Listen, can you send a team to the fourth-year dorms?"

"Alright. I'll send a strike team to investigate and search the rooms. Also, can you broadcast to your staff that we're doing these rounds? The Hunters are getting restless with Atlesian troops searching around Beacon."

"I thought I sent them the message. Don't tell me the Hunters are just choosing to ignore it and keep hampering your troops?" Glynda sighed. "The anti-Atlesian opinions seem to be affecting even our veteran Hunters. I'll re-send the message, but it is possible they are just choosing the ignore it again in favor of patriotism- not to mention that with the recent scandals, I'm somewhat uncertain if my name still carries the same authority amongst the Hunter that it had."

"You're the headmistress of Beacon and responsible for Hunter allocation in Vale. If they disobey you, they are insubordinating against Vale and can be arrested."

"That's how Atlas does things, not how we do things. And you know Vale gives far more freedom for Hunters to operate."

"You mean to say Ozpin didn't tell them directly what to do, but rather pointed right Hunters to the right directions and gave them free reign- or at least gave them the illusion of having free reign over their missions."

"...Yes. However as it is, I feel that the Hunters are getting more restless with Atlesian interference. With the emotions running high as it is, we can't let this start a new war."

"However if we aim to not stir this pot further we probably should try to resolve this situation as quickly and as cleanly as possible, and my elite troops are the closest to us and are trained for this kind of situation." Ironwood acknowledged. "Moreover Vale's police and military are currently tied to keeping peace in the city and guarding its walls, so getting troops from there might take too long."

"We're playing with fire regardless. Atlesian soldiers rummaging around student dorms won't send a good message."

"I'm afraid that we don't have choices. I know your Hunters have far more freedom to operate independently compared to Atlas, but if they choose to ignore your orders to stand down, they are insubordinating against Vale and Atlas. In that case I have no choice but to defend our assets and arrest the attackers as per Atlesian rules of engagement in foreign territory."

"That is just going to fan the flames and you know that. How badly do you think people of Vale react if they hear that you are jailing Vale's Hunters? The international law regarding freedom of operation Hunters have..."

"...Is a temporary measure from bygone age, and I only plan to take custody of those who choose to resist or attack us. If my initial reports from the Glenn incident and recent intel from Atlas's Grimm researchers are accurate, we may already be too late, so while I regret I must do this, I will go ahead with arresting Arc and his potential hosts regardless of your approval." Ironwood voiced his challenge, causing Glynda's blood pressure to raise. "Regarding potential of war, I doubt arresting few grumbly old Hunters is influential enough to warrant hostilities between nations. Nonetheless, it would be wise to send a warning to fourth-year dorms though, just in case. Tell them to stand down and allow us to take custody of them. I will test them and make sure they aren't tainted."

"You are not going to go around Beacon arresting my students, let's just make that clear." Glynda growled, before she registered a part of Ironwood's speech in her head. "What do you mean, 'already too late'? You said that we may already be too late? And what was that about 'taint'?"

"I originally intended to deliver this to you in person in a physical dossier as Valeans tend to have a fondness for papers, but considering the similarity of the current events to those in Glenn, we may be hard-pressed on time. Penny, send Glynda a copy of the files." Ironwood asked and Glynda heard few clangs on his end, likely to indicate that the man had stopped walking and moved to some private spot. She heard as Ironwood ordered Penny to secure the perimeter and look out for possible eavesdroppers. Few seconds later Glynda got a message that had multiple files attached. She opened the message and looked at the files that read like autopsy reports.

"Can you give me a brief rundown on the report?" Glynda prodded as Ironwood seemed to wait for her answer. "What did you find from the material SABR gathered in Glenn?"

"The results show disturbing degree of Grimm material corruption. It seems that a external effect has disturbed Grimm flesh's tendency to disintegrate, allowing dead Grimm tissue to be studied for the first time in detail. Yet the corruption is so deeply ingrained into the flesh that we're dubious if what we found is even a Grimm in the first place. That's the only good news." Ironwood told Glynda, making her stomach sink- If Ironwood consider that to be good news, the follow up would be far worse.

The Scroll conversation was making it hard to judge emotions, but Ironwood's concern was clear as was his wariness. "The samples we got from Glenn show that the whole incident likely began from a 'Alpha strain', which repeats across all samples in various stages. The strain's growth process is fairly simple by itself: A Alpha strain infects the host's flesh through some sort of physical interaction, although we aren't sure of the specifics of the interaction, and it begins to spread in the host's flesh. At first it's largely symptomless, but starts to influence the host soon afterwards."

"Alpha strain? What does it do after that?"

"Essentially, it works like a secondary 'brain' for the body, spreading itself through the host flesh and taking over until the two cannot be separated anymore. The process seems to be fairly painless at first, but once it reaches its peak, the host's free will is effectively overridden, although we aren't sure if the strains controls the nervous system or if it infects the whole brain. At the same time, the host's flesh is re-shaped and restructured to better suit the host's environment, and to ensure the survival of the strain- regardless of the host's actual state." Ironwood's tone was clear and emotionless- which meant that he was likely reading the report out of some piece of paper or from his Scroll. "To clarify what that means, the host may be alive or dead at that point and the strain won't care. For instance, the research team managed to use the strain sample to infect and subsequently resurrect a recently-dead rodent."

Glynda's mouth was dry as she processed the news.

"However the rodent was clearly confused and acter far differently than how it did when it was alive."

"Such as…?"

"The infected rodent was placed in a cage with uninfected rodents. At the start it merely showed confusion and other rodents avoided the host. After twenty hours the subject's behaviour changed rapidly and It started to show cannibalistic tendencies. The conflict finally lead to the alpha strain killing and eating all other rats in the cage, growing far out of proportion and attempting escape after what appeared to be a psychedelic episode. Soon afterwards the somewhat intact corpses showed activity as well, depending on the state of their bodies. Two corpses merged together and formed almost-complete rat with the exception that it had two heads."

Glynda's hands felt cold as she contemplated the story. "So… what is the link to our current situation?"

"Arc's imprint matches to the alpha strain- which means, either Arc is part of the alpha strain, or it came from him. The Grimm Infiltrator, as Port put it, is far more dangerous than I initially believed, and Arc's recent show clearly indicates that he cannot control himself- or control the strain." Ironwood's tone was neutral. "I am going to the fourth-year dorms to retrieve Arc from the dormroom where Port had house-arrested him, and then apprehend his team as well. There is a possibility that they have been infected with the alpha strain- Arc's strain."

"Wait, what? The team too?"

"We cannot allow the strain to spread further. We may need to check everyone they have been interacting with as well, just in case. The same applies to the students in that dorm- the 'tentacle' likely has the strain as well and if it has invaded the dorm like you assumed, we'll have to perform thorough check on all students within." Ironwood ignored Glynda's question. "Luckily the quarantine we placed Arc into after Glenn mission has reduced his contact with the rest of the student population. but we need to check whoever the Schnee girl has interacted with. Luckily the team, from what Penny found out, has fairly weak link to the rest of the students."

"I… see." Glynda swallowed hard. "If what you are saying is true, then… Ugh, this might be bad. Are you sure the information is valid? How old is the information? We should approach this carefully though, which means no Atlesian diplomacy. We don't need another incident if Arc decides he doesn't want to be shot at and escapes again."

"I received the full research report few minutes ago. Penny helped me get through it almost as soon as it came, thanks to my neural interface. And the damage he could cause if the information holds and we ignore him is far, far worse than the damage he can cause by confronting us when we arrest him." Ironwood noted. "For the record, I was right. The research reveals his true nature, what he really is- A human-shaped parasite. Letting him out of the containment was a mistake, and it has already cost me a Specialist and a strike team. It may even cost us more."

"We didn't know that. Also, you lost a Specialist? I didn't know… oh. Wait, we don't know if Specialist Winter is tainted like you assume."

"I've spent too long here- who knows what Arc is up to. I'll call you again when I have Arc and his team under my custody." Ironwood noted. "I've also ordered Specialist Schnee to be quarantined in light of the new information. She is most definitely infected after her recent training and evaluation session with Arc. Same applies to her sister, as we have proof she is a infection carrier from her last medical report. I'll take care of the situation."

"Wait! Ironwood!" Glynda rubbed her eyes as the call ended before she could respond. "Dammit…"

She leaned back in her chair and looked around her office, which seemed far, far colder than before as she contemplated the news. 'Come to think of it, when Port 'tamed' Arc, he put him in that fourth-year dorm… with Blake Belladonna. Dammit, if what I suspect is correct, then she's most definitely infected as well.'

She blinked as something clicked in her head. She didn't like how the click sounded like a gun's slide being racked. 'Did Ironwood say that there's no cure? I am not putting one of my students down, if that's what he's implying.'

Glynda's eyes widened and she shot up from her chair. 'Ironwood knows that, and he probably wouldn't bother asking for my permission if he thinks that the situation warrants swift resolution. Even more so if he feels that Atlas is threatened.'

'And he's heading to fourth-year dorms. If the Hunters realize what Ironwood is planning…' She grabbed her Scroll from the table, saw that Ironwood had set his Scroll to private, and she hurried to the elevator. 'I need to stop him!'

AN: 'ere we go.