Daisuke stepped back in dismay, realizing that, without his katana, he had no chance against either Yukiko or the Nekomata Princess. Only his wits could save him now. His wits… or, perhaps, a different sword. But he had no time to think further as Yukiko, her snow-white hair brilliant in the silvery moonlight, lunged forward.

He was unarmed, but Daisuke was a skilled warrior, with or without his sword. Yukiko's charge, heedless in her overconfidence, was easy to sidestep, and his hands shot out on the attack. She moved defensively, but his hands weren't headed to where she was expecting them.

She reeled in surprise from his grapple. "What- what are you- Unhand me, you brute!" she cried as he furiously groped her chest. "This is- oh, this is… most undignified..." but her moans became increasingly lewd as his dexterous fingers and ninja skills loosed the passionate woman that had been locked up behind her disciplined exterior.

"A true ninja masters all physical arts," he whispered into Yukiko's ear as he nimbly slipped her clothing off. She was beautiful—elegant and refined, and her body was like it was carved from marble. But unlike marble, she wasn't as cold and inflexible as she wanted people to believe. No, she was soft, warm, and pliable, and her fingers were revealing the true Yukiko who was concealed behind courtly roles and her royal name.

The Princess watched them with wide eyes, but her ears were trembling… trembling, perhaps with a touch of fear, but mostly a great and powerful lust. As Daisuke's eyes met hers, her sword tumbled out of her hands, clattering to the floor, as she reached for her yukata and began to open it.

Hoo, wow, Blake had to pause her reading for a second and fan herself, hoping her face wasn't giving too much away about what she was reading in the library. She had never been a Daikiko shipper before, but, well… let's just say she suddenly had a lot of recent fantasies about white-haired girls, particularly in sexy catgirl threesomes.

Blake had feared that her books would seem less exciting now that she was in a passionate polyamorous relationship, but literature, especially the kind of literature that Yang insisted was not literature (though she'd made two very enthusiastic converts out of Velvet and Weiss!), was still Blake's truest joy and pleasure. Well, maybe more like one of her truest joys and pleasures...

She glanced over to her right, where, just beside her, Jaune was also reading a book. She had always been a solo reader, enjoying the way books gave her privacy, an escape. She could get sucked into a book and away from everyone else and the problems of her life, except now… she didn't want to be pulled away from anything. She wanted to be here, in the library with her boyfriend, enjoying the moment. It was like something she never even dreamed she'd want in her life, and yet, it just made so much sense.

Blake was in heaven.

In more ways than one, Blake giggled to herself. She and Velvet had met with Weiss the night before to find out what happened when their various fetishes met a limitless line of credit. It seemed that prim and proper Weiss was really a dirty girl once you scratched the surface, and now they had a whole bunch of fun new things she couldn't wait to try out.

But that was the thing, wasn't it? Blake had always thought of relationships in terms of compromising her happiness: her sexual fulfilment and personal fulfilment and romantic needs were always being traded off, and she thought that was how it was supposed to be. Wanting everything from a relationship was just being greedy, and yet… For once in her life, she felt like she could actually have it all.

Because she was. The sex, obviously, was amazing. Jaune was a stud, and Blake's exploration of her bisexuality had been simply blissful. But outside the bedroom, Jaune was an attentive and caring boyfriend, who, somehow, made time for all of them. Right now, reading with her in the library, was a simple gesture, but just knowing that he was making time only for her, when he could be with Pyrrha or Velvet or Weiss… and he understood how important it was for her to open up her library reading time and allow someone to join her.

And she felt closer to her friends than she'd ever felt before. She had never thought that she an Pyrrha had so much in common, both struggling under intense pressure live up to expectations, whether as a tournament champion or the daughter of Ghira and Kali Belladonna, it was the same burden to bear. Velvet and her had become very close, commiserating on the hardships of Faunus life and, through Velvet, she'd learned that Coco could actually be a fun girl who, like Yang, helped balance out her quieter, more introverted side. And Weiss, the last girl in the world she ever thought she could be friends with, had opened up considerably, and Blake couldn't believe how wrong she'd been. Not just their shared appreciation for culture and the finer things, but in Weiss, Blake had found someone who was capable of change, growth, and understanding that made her feel like peace was possible. When Weiss told her how much of her life had been changed by knowing Blake… it was hard not to get emotional.

She glanced back over to her boyfriend, carefully reading on seasonal Grimm movement patterns, and found herself feeling such a surge of warmth and gratitude that she almost had to laugh. Could she imagine telling her younger self, just from a year ago, that her life would be so incredibly improved by stumbling on three of her schoolmates in the midst of a menage a trois? Or maybe she should just tell her younger self that, right after initiation, go across the hall, ask to speak to the tall blonde privately, show him your ears and jump his bones, she thought with a suppressed snicker.

Her one regret, though, was that the secrecy of their relationship meant that she couldn't talk to Ruby and Yang about it, and that… that was harder than she thought. According to Weiss, Yang would soon be joining them, and while she could not wait to find out if Yang liked girls, even more so, she wanted to be able to just gush to her partner about her sex life. She and Yang were close—something she couldn't imagine at the start of her year at Beacon, and being unable to talk to her about a topic that was so much of her life now was hard. Especially because she just knew that Yang would be a great girlfriend to talk sex with.

And for Ruby… Blake felt guilty about leaving their leader in the dark. Ruby, she knew, hated being left out of things, especially things that she wasn't "old enough" for. Especially because she and Jaune were still so close and she was so obviously giving him hints he just wasn't picking up. One of them ought to intervene, but Weiss didn't want to do anything that might risk Yang catching on. And, yes, Weiss's plans for Yang were very hot, and Blake was really excited for that, but the longer they waited, the more Ruby would be hurt that they waited so long.

But since that night where Weiss had unexpectedly stood up for Jaune, and Blake had had the image of the four of them, wearing nothing but ears, tails, and collars as their Master pet and cherished them… oh, she really needed to stop thinking about that! The thought of Jaune with her entire team was just so- so- It was just so hot!

She knew she had to be blushing furiously and was liable to make things more awkward if she didn't distract herself. Though, glancing back to her book, she might have grabbed the exact wrong thing to read if she needed to cool down.


Weiss was annoyed with how long it had taken them to get here.

Almost as soon as Yang had agreed to sleep with Jaune, she'd been trying to back out. Oh, she insisted it wasn't because she was scared or intimidated or anything—she was Yang, of course casual sex was nothing to her! It was just that she wanted to give Weiss a chance to think about it. Sure. But as annoying as the wait had been, the rescheduling, the delays, they'd all just made the night all the more delicious when it came.

She had to keep herself from giggling at the pun—another sign of the depths of depravity she'd sunk to! But she had to keep up the façade and play the part of the nervous, uptight girlfriend, far too delicate to give in to her most primal urges. Had to keep Yang in the dark about what was really going on. After nearly a full school year of teasing and ribaldry, Weiss was finally settling the score.

Jaune, though, didn't have nearly Weiss's mean streak. He sat down next to Yang on the bed and, with a reassuring voice, told her, "It's alright, you know, if you don't want to do this."

"As-if," she scoffed, though Weiss could see that it was clearly false bravado, "You think you can pass on this?" and she traced her hand down her body, highlighting her curves. Jaune blushed at the display, but it just made Weiss feel hungrier.

"Besides, how could I leave you two poor virgins in the dark when I have a duty to introduce you both to the world of carnal delights."

"Is… that what she told you?"

Yang grinned. "Oh, don't worry, she was very sweet when she asked for my help. You really lucked out when you won over the Ice Queen, eh, ladykiller?"

Jaune just nodded, but not before giving Weiss a look. "Just… If you're ever uncomfortable or for any reason you need us to stop, the safeword's 'chartreuse.' Just say it, any reason at all, and we stop." Weiss rolled her eyes. He could be such a stick in the mud sometimes, but, she figured, it was probably for the best.

It seemed that Yang thought the same way. "Yeah, yeah, your dick," and she yanked down Jaune's pants, "is so intense that… that I… oh, wow..."

She could see how Yang's mouth went dry at the sight of it. Jaune's dick wasn't anything monstrous or extraordinarily large, but for a virgin like Yang, encountering the real thing for the first time? She was suddenly grasping the reality of what was about to change her world, or, more immediately, enter her through a hole that had never accommodated more than her fingers. Weiss could tell that her eyes were measuring its length and thickness and trying not to show how intimidated she was.

She was failing, of course.

And, oh, she was grasping it as well, as her hand closed around his shaft. Yang didn't even seem to realize what she was doing as her hand stroked up and down the length of his cock, marveling at the feeling of a real dick in her hands.

"Yeah… you like this, huh?" she said, her voice struggling to gain back authority and control of the situation as she jerked him off. "Yeah, you're getting," she swallowed nervously, "harder, aren't you?"

"Mmmm, yeah," he groaned, "that's nice, Yang, keep doing that..."

Evidently feeling a surge of confidence from Jaune's response, Yang found her trademark grin and flashed her pearly whites upward. "Well, if you like that," she pulled her shirt off over head with a flourish, "I know what you're really going to like!"

Jaune probably liked them, but Weiss couldn't tell, because her eyes were locked on Yang's pair. Damn, she was hot! Weiss had never realized her bisexuality, not until she watched Pyrrha and Jaune making love for her education. She had been in love with Pyrrha pretty much since Day 1 of Beacon, but she'd always rationalized it as admiration, maybe seeing her as an aspirational goal, and her appreciation of her body (and the way she'd imagine her naked) was purely on aesthetic merits!

But thanks to the two of them ushering in Weiss's sexual awakening, she'd realized the simple truth: she liked guys and girls. And watching as Jaune unclasped Yang's bra (an impressive feat, considering it needed, like, four clasps!) and revealed her awesome rack for an even more inspiring titfuck, Weiss double and triple confirmed her bisexual pride.

Jaune squeezed Yang's breasts together, his thumbs artfully tweaking and teasing her nipples as he guided her tittyfuck. It should be obvious now that he wasn't a virgin, that he knew what he was doing, but Yang, overwhelmed by the experience, seemed completely oblivious. She squirmed in her seat. It was like watching Jaune with Pyrrha, only this time, she wasn't allowed to touch herself, to preserve the illusion of the virginal innocent.

But... Yang's attention was glued to the dick buried between her bountiful breasts. Watching the head of Jaune's cock poke out of Yang's generous bosom was quite an entrancing sight, and before she realized what she was doing, Weiss felt her fingers dance over her pussy, reaching under her skirt, where, naughty, naughty, she wasn't wearing panties.

With Yang none the wiser. She and Jaune were in their own little world, a world where a stacked blonde had a hung stud between her bimbo tits and Weiss lived for it. Especially as Yang worked up the courage to finally move on to the main course. "Okay," she panted, eyes locked to Jaune's, clearly trying to not look at, even forget, the big cock she was about to stuff into her pussy, "I think I'm... I think you've earned the right to… to get the goods."

Jaune just smiled sweetly to her. "However you want me, just tell me what to do."

She started by pushing him down on the bed and trying to mount him. A mistake, in Weiss's opinion. She loved cowgirl for when she wanted to be seen, but when she wanted to appreciate Jaune's cock, she needed a position where she could feel his weight press into her, could feel how small and powerless she was against him!

But she loved the visual of Yang nervously climbing on top of him, gasping as she felt his cockhead against her very, very wet pussy, and the long, slow moan as she gently started to slide down his length.

"U-uh-uh, Jauuuuuune, oh-" she gasped, "It's so, ohhhh, it's so big, so, so big!"

"Is this alright," he whispered to her gently. Come on! Weiss grumbled, Fuck her! Make her scream! "We can go slower if you-"

"No! No, don't- keep going! It's- oh- it's so good Jaune, it's so-"

And Jaunge gave Weiss a wicked grin that made her heart sing. "Alright, I think you're really going to enjoy this."

And then… Jaune, for the second time, made all of Weiss's dreams come true.

He grabbed Yang by the hips, those strong, masculine hands fitting perfectly on her womanly curves, and then with a jerk—he pulled Yang all the way down on him. She threw her head back and came on the spot, screaming at the top of her lungs, hair gloriously flying as Yang came explosively.

Yang, it seemed, on top of being a virgin, also had a hair trigger. But watching Yang, the most confident, self-assured girl in RWBY, possibly even at Beacon, panting and gasping from the unexpected orgasm was better than Weiss had even imagined. And Jaune didn't stop! He kept going, making Yang whimper and mewl as she desperately tried in vain to regain some control of the situation. To see Yang, the proud, arrogant girl who'd teased them all so much, get so utterly and so easily ruined was just too good for Weiss to sit by and just watch.

And so she got up and strode over to where her teammate was bracing herself on top of her lover, still impaled on his cock, her hips involuntarily rolling and clearly begging for more. "He's magnificent, isn't he?" she asked, coolly, "I could hardly walk straight after he was done fucking me."

Yang looked at her, overwhelmed and confused. "W-wait, you- you and Jaune?"

"Of course I've been fucking Jaune, you silly bimbo," she laughed, "I was riding his cock just moments before you caught us outside the dorm." She thrilled to say these words, to say them so confidently, so- so foul-mouthed, like she was a common strumpet! "And he's not my boyfriend—he's my stud. He's been Fucking. All. Of. Us."

"I don't- oh, I don't under- JAUNE!" she squealed as her lover seemed to realize what Weiss wanted, and now he was thrusting into Yang, leaving her unable to focus on anything other than that magnificent cock pistoning into her wet snatch. He was a machine, scrambling Yang's mind as he plowed her; the sort of action she couldn't imagine receiving from any of the scions of wealth she always assumed she'd end up married to.

That was when Weiss pulled a marker out of her bag and advanced on the blonde. "You thought you were the wild one. But you're all talk—just a clueless virgin who's never even been fucked before." She loved how that word sounded in her voice. Fucked. So dirty, so uncouth. "Don't worry. We'll fix that. We'll make you the party girl you were always supposed to be."

She took her marker to Yang's butt, salivating at the way she moaned when the cold ink touched her skin, and wrote, "Spank me!" on one cheek, and "Property of the SDC" on another. She wrote "Insert Jaune Here" right above her pussy, giggling as she had to time her writing around his thrusts. She also delighted to note that Yang was both shaved and very, very wet. But as the girl moaned under her touch, Weiss knew that it was time to move to the real fun.

"You could write a novel on these," she giggled, bouncing Yang's legendary chest up and down, watching them jiggle from Jaune's pounding as she poked them. Boobs were fun! This was the sort of thing she'd never have learned being her father's perfect little princess. But it had given her perfect penmanship, which she now used to write "Cow Tits" on one big, bouncy boob and "Huntress Whore" on the other.

She loved Yang's shameful moans, her red face, and her bouncy, bouncy titties! There were so many lovely words for boobies—hooters, milkers, jugs, melons—and Yang's body demanded a full vocabulary. It was wonderful just playing out those words, even in her mind. She'd seen porn; it had taught her so much about the world outside her sheltered childhood. But seeing a naked woman in person, seeing her get fucked… it was a whole new world. And Weiss liked it.

She buried her face in her inviting cleavage, loving the salty taste of her sweat and those soft, helpless moans she made as Weiss's tongue set into her.

It wasn't long before Jaune brought Yang to another powerful, shuddering orgasm—Jaune, she realized, must be very good at sex, and it didn't just feel that good because of Weiss's inexperience: Yang squealed louder than even the girls in the porn she had seen! But the sound of Yang getting off lit a fire in her, one that she knew there was only one way to quench.

As Yang slid off his dick, Weiss marveled at how it looked, slicked in her teammate's juices. She needed to know how it tasted, how she compared to Pyrrha! She giggled as she ran her tongue up it and struggled to fit his length in her mouth. She resolved right there that she was going to learn how to deep-throat a cock! But she had other things she needed to do right now as she moved her lips of his dick with a satisfying pop. "Hey Yang?" she whispered into the ear of her panting, whimpering friend, "Do you want to see how a real woman fucks her man?"

She mounted Jaune in a reverse cowgirl, looking down on Yang. The blonde, so strong, so confident—she looked nothing like that now. Lying helpless on the bed, without the strength to do much more than lie there and look up in bleary-eyed awe. She looked meek. Weiss loved it. "I think you know what you can be doing with that tongue, Yang," and she reached down to her pussy, gesturing to Jaune's cock entering her. Yang got up off the bed and knelt down, running her tongue from dick to pussy in servile obedience.

Weiss was in heaven. Powerful, sexually satisfied, and luxuriating in her breach of propriety. And it got even better as she glanced up at the window, realizing she had an audience. A large, black bird was perched on a branch outside, giving her a bemused look. A corvid, she could tell. Well, take a good look, she thought, not like you can tell anyone. She thrust out her chest proudly and posed to give the bird a better view of her naked body. Get a good eyeful. Drink it in. And on that thought, with her boytoy thrusting into her and her partygirl lapping at her clit, she came. Gloriously.


"Who are we still waiting on? Brawnz? It says on my display he's dropped the call."

Ruby adjusted her scroll, confirming that she was connected to the multi-way video chat she was currently hearing Arslan's voice over. It was a group hangout they'd made after the Vytal Festival, for them to keep in touch as team leaders. Which, nominally, was supposed to be used for sharing tips and asking for advice, but was 90% Ruby, Sun, and Nebula posting memes at each other, to the considerable annoyance of Ciel and Arslan.

"Well, it involves a computer," Nebula cut in, "so, no, I don't think Brawnz is going to be able to figure out how to call us back."

Right now, they were having a video chat because, and Ruby almost couldn't believe it, they were hammering out their last minute plans before they all traveled to the International Huntsman's Leadership Conference they'd be attending over break! And it was going to be the best trip ever! It'd be several days of hanging with her international friends, learning cool Huntress tricks, and generally just having a blast! And best of all, there'd be no Cardin because he had some dumb family obligation with his dumb family! The only way it could be better is if Atlas didn't have its weird school calendar that put its break the week after everyone else's, so she could see Flynt and Ciel again!

Sun, who Ruby could swear appeared to be on a boat, spoke up. "Think we're just waiting on Jaune, then. He with you, Ruby?"

Did you have to say it like that! "Um, no, I haven't seen him today," she mumbled. Because he's with Pyrrha, an ugly little voice in her mind added, making her feel like the luckiest girl in Remnant.

"So like him to completely forget he had a call," Arslan grumbled.

"Nah, he's, like, stupidly punctual for these things. It's like Sun to forget we had a call," Nebula countered with a grin, to which the blond gave a sheepish nod. But then her voice took on a teasing lilt. "But, really, Ruby, you really haven't seen him today?"

"Wha- what do you mean? W-we didn't have class, and- and-"

"Here we go again," sighed Arslan, rolling her eyes.

Nebula laughed, "Come on, am I seriously the only one who's seeing this? Really?"

Sun tsked at her, "Be nice, Nebula."

"I am being nice!" she protested, then gave a salacious grin. "I just think things are better when you're honest about them."

Ruby blushed furiously as she finally realized what Nebula was getting at. She looked away from the screen, mortified, as Arslan scoffed. "If you being nice got her like that, I hate to see what mean looks like."

Glancing back to her screen, she could tell that Nebula looked like she felt at least a little bad about it. "Well, just so you know, Ruby, we're all rooting for you." And while she still felt mortified, she couldn't help but feel a little cheered up to see Sun break out in a big goofy grin when he heard that, and even Arslan gave her a small, subtle thumbs up.

But they didn't know. They didn't know what Ruby knew all too well. That Jaune wasn't single, that she didn't have a chance. She was up against the one girl more glamorous and beautiful than Weiss and she'd already gotten to- gotten to- she couldn't even think it!

She had overheard them in the hall. Pyrrha was gushing to Jaune about how wonderful he was, something Ruby knew so very, very well, but Pyrrha… she knew something about Jaune Ruby didn't.

She knew what he was- how he was- she knew- sex! She knew how he did sex! And it killed her to hear how happy they both were. How amazing Pyrrha, perfect, stupid, Pyrrha got to him before she had a chance to even tell Jaune that she even had a crush.

Her Semblance was speed, and yet, she felt like the slowest girl at Beacon. Even Pyrrha, who seemed to be frozen in desperate pining for months, made her move before Ruby did.

"Seriously," Nebula continued, "you two are just too cute together and-"

She was interrupted by a ding and another screen, with a very familiar face, coming up on the chat. "Hey guys, sorry I'm late, had a team thing-" those words cut right into her heart, "to take care of… did I miss something?"

"NOPE!" Nebula said a little too loudly. "Nothing at all!" Arslan rolled her eyes.

Subtle. But Jaune, of course, wasn't one to pick up on subtlety. Ruby knew that way too well. He hadn't noticed that a girl suddenly wanted to spend all her time with him and was always staring at him and was literally dressing the way he liked, the way his secret girlfriend dressed, might mean something more than just friend feelings!

Arslan started running down the travel itinerary and arrival times, but Ruby's attention was interrupted by a scroll notification. There was a message from Penny. A message from Penny, her one confidant on this issue, and she knew what it contained.

She couldn't compete with Pyrrha. She knew that. She'd done everything she could to emulate Pyrrha, her look, her walk, her personality… and it hadn't gotten her any more attention from Jaune. She only looked cute, not at all like how Pyrrha ensnared and inflamed his desire. But that was only the groundwork. She and Penny had engineered the real plan, and she'd pull it off at the conference. Penny's message had the last details she needed to make sure everything worked out. That she'd finally get Jaune's attention.

This conference was going to be the best trip of her life.

Over 400 faves, really can't believe it! Thank you all for all your support; I deeply appreciate it. And thanks, as always, to Renarde for feedback on the chapter.

When I first wrote the last scene way back in December, I did not anticipate video chats would be such a big part of our lives. But now Yang's in the fold and at long last, for the people who've been waiting for it, Ruby makes her move... to be picked up later! Because you're about to see more of Pyrrha and Velvet and Arcs other than Jaune in my next chapter: Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder.