In life, there are people that will simply never meet each other. Whether separated by distance, status, or some social barrier, they simply have no chance of meeting. And to define, 'meet', it would be to share more than a passing glance. A conversation or at least brief interlude has to take part.
There are many uninteresting examples of this phenomenon. But this implies that there must be at least a few interesting cases where two people never meet. Allow us to examine one such case, Jaune Arc, and Neon Katt. A scenario where by all rights, there should be at least one situation where they meet, but this simply isn't the case. Perhaps exchange a nod, or simple pleasantries, but never more than that.
The most glaring reason for this is that Jaune Arc was deathly afraid of catgirls. In his formative years, he confided in his sister Paprika that he liked faunus girls, particularly of the feline variety. This was a mistake on many levels that the young man would endlessly repeat, as he was too honest for his own good and felt the need to share his love of the soft and furry women that he occasionally saw on the TV whenever the signal was good enough to see anything other than black and white snow.
This ended as well as anyone that had a sibling would expect. Paprika, in a part jealous part devious act, told him that catgirls (which are just female feline faunus) consumed human flesh, and that the reason no one ever talked about it was because they had infiltrated the highest levels of the government to make absolutely certain that their secret was never revealed.
Jaune was 10 when this revelation was imparted to him, and no one had ever corrected this rather egregious and twisted version of reality. Eight years later, he was the lone operative in a mission against the cat faunus, going so far as to infiltrate Beacon with a fake transcript in order to ascertain if Ozpin and his hunters were compromised by his furry headed enemies. Any other reason for the young man to go to a school where he hadn't even activated his aura is false and frankly insulting to his intelligence (not that it's unwarranted).
Which is why Jaune avoided Blake, as well as Neon Katt at every chance he could. There was simply no chance for them to meet because of this, especially given their differences in social circles and hobbies. It was just unthinkable for the two to ever hold a conversation that lasted more than 10 seconds.
Unless, of course, there was the perfect storm. A literal one in this case, a scenario so unbelievable that it would have to be fact. Something so ridiculous yet utterly plausible when one thought about it.
With this in mind, there is little reason to explain why Jaune Arc and Neon Katt were sitting, soaking wet, inside an abandoned dust store, in order to hide from a storm so brutal that if not for the boards on the windows, it would already be flooded hip deep.
"This like, fucking sucks." Neon said, wringing her jacket of water onto the bare floor. She shivered from the cold soaking into her, her top and pants also soaked with water.
Jaune just nodded, wary of the girl. He was in the same boat, his bunny hoodie weighing five more pounds from the water. He struggled to take it off over his head, briefly showing off abs that could grate cheese. Neon ran a tongue over them as the hoodie was still above his head. He shrieked like a girl, nearly whacking Neon on the head as he fell against a counter. The jacket was tossed onto the floor before Jaune got his bearings, hugging his shoulders as he looked reproachfully at Neon.
"I don't taste very good." Jaune said, sizing her up warily.
The faunus licked her lips. "That's just wrong, bro. Little watered down, but like… just the right amount of salt. You taste great."
"I know kung fu." Jaune said for the first time in this universe, but with an equal amount of accuracy to all the others (which is to say, none). He held out his fists, ready to get his ass whooped by the five and a quarter foot tall girl. For years, he'd known this day would come. The day that a catgirl would try to eat him.
The bizarreness of their interaction was lost on both parties. Truthfully, Neon had licked him at that moment because she was in the throes of heat. She had been on her way to a gloryhole to blow off steam before being waylaid by the oppressive storm which cracked its thunderous whip to remind them of its existence.
"That's pretty cool." Neon nodded. "All I know is how to beat people and grimm senseless with nunchucks."
"So that's how you plan to eat me." Jaune muttered, narrowing his eyes. He clenched his fists.
"Totally." Neon said, not fully hearing the sentence, and agreeing as to continue the conversation and appear attentive.
Truthfully, she was getting fairly antsy and hot. The wet clothes gave her an excellent excuse to take off her shirt, revealing her damp bra and petite chest, instantly throttling Jaune's attention.
What is this!? He thought. Some sort of diversion tactic? Well, then I just have to do the same thing! Jaune's logic was never his strong point, and so he threw off his shirt, revealing his toned chest that Pyrrha had grown to adore.
"Wow, we're on the same page!" Neon said, excited sexually and mentally.
"Yeah, we are." Jaune said, both of them so not on the same page that they were in different books in different libraries by different authors.
"So like uh… can I have you inside me?" She asked, bending forward to allow him a better view of her cleavage. What he focused on, however, was the tiny fang that most people thought was adorable.
So they ask their prey if they can eat them before doing it anyway. These sick bastards!
"Oh yeah. I'd love to be inside you." Jaune smirked. Lower the enemies guard and strike! That's the way of the tactician, to subvert-
Jaune's brain stopped when Neon's small, pink tongue invaded his mouth. He was still ready for fisticuffs at this point, but Neon was rather fast, invading his space within a blink and latching onto his front with her legs and arms.
Neon's warm breath, soft chest pressing against his through the fabric of her bra, and her crotch pressing into his own all made him rethink his entire world view. It's amazing what lust can do to a person's concrete ideals and goals. What's even more amazing is the control that Neon exuded over her prehensile tail. As she mashed her lips against Jaune's in an attempt to quell the growing warmth in her core (which failed terribly), her tail managed to pull down his zipper. Out popped a cloth tent that her tail coiled around, rubbing the length against her own soaking wet panties.
Jaune was in overload mode, unable to retaliate against his sworn enemy, his hands twitching slightly as Neon ground against him, using her entire body as a weapon to surpass Crocea Mors.
Using willpower he didn't know he had, he pulled away from Neon. She wiped away a trail of saliva on her lips with a lick. She had the same sort of face a lion might have when finding a gazelle to devour.
"Something wrong? Like cold feet?"
She stepped towards him, shedding her bra and revealing her surprisingly generous chest. Her tail whisked back and forth behind her in anticipation.
"My feet are cold, but your mind powers won't work on me! That was just a lucky guess!"
She totally read my mind! I'm compromised! Wait, if she read my mind, that means she can see what I'm thinking right now.
Jaune gasped in horror. Neon attempted to take advantage of the situation by locking lips with him once again, but Jaune was prepared this time. While he did not know Kung Fu, he did know Krav Maga, placing a well aimed punch at her smooth stomach. It landed squarely in the center, forced Neon to keel over and moan.
It was only then that Jaune realized what he did, his true nature shining through his strange misguided view.
"I'm sorry! Are you okay?" He asked, crouching next to her.
"No, I'm like great. Do it harder next time, daddy~"
17 separate red flags went off in Jaune's mind, but his personal, physical flag that hung from his crotch vetoed the raised flags, only to be revealed to the air by Neon's deft hands. Jaune grunted at the unexpected touch, cumming almost instantly when her tongue ran across his length in a single movement.
They were both on the floor now, Neon between his knees with his shoulders against the wall.
"Delicious." Neon stated, releasing her mouth from his dick for a moment before diving back in. She kept eye contact with him the entire time, her mouth slurping on his cock.
"Are… are you trying to eat me?" Jaune asked, gritting his teeth. Her form was polished and masterful; he wouldn't last much longer.
"Like… metaphorically or literally?" She asked back, making sure to use her hand in her mouth's absence, pumping up and down.
"Literally."
She laughed before swallowing his cock once again.
"What does that mean? Yes or no?"
"How do I respond to that? It's just dirty talk. Are you a virgin or something?"
"...yes."
"First time for everybody~"
She gagged on his dick as she took it all the way to the back of her throat, covering his member in her saliva before pulling back.
"I know this is a little late, but why are we having sex?"
Neon laughed again. "You're weird. I like that. We're having sex because we're both hot teenagers over the age of 18 stuck inside because of a storm. Happy?"
"Well…"
"Also, be more active! You've got two hands, and they better be touching something."
She moved aside her dripping panties, rubbing her muff against his bare dick and mixing his percum with her own. Neon bit her lip as she felt his bare dick just barely poke inside her entrance, far hotter and better than the dildos that she usually had to make due with.
Unsure what to do with Neon's direction to 'touch something', Jaune did the one thing he knew cats like, and stroked her tail.
Neon squirted over his crotch, her knees losing their strength as she impaled herself on his cock. Jaune was assaulted by her warm depths, cumming inside her instantly. The mix of pleasure and the buildup beforehand was simply too much for the young huntsman. Neon moaned, her pussy milking Jaune's dick as it came, urging for it to ignore its master and breed her.
"Nya~"
Neon clapped her hand around her mouth as soon as she made the noise of pure pleasure. She gave a look of horror to her current mate.
"Nya?" Jaune asked, still riding out the throes of his own climax as his hips bucked upwards of their own accord.
"Um… my tail is just really sensitive."
Write that down, WRITE THAT DOWN! Jaune thought, finding out a new piece of info on the enemy.
"Is there anywhere else you're really sensitive?"
"I guess you'll just have to find out~" Neon smirked, pulling her hips upwards and watching his cum leak out of her pussy. She slammed her hips back down on his hardening dick. "Wow your dick's super good. I can taste it down there too."
"You feel good too I guess?" Jaune said, unsure and unable to think.
"You really are a virgin. You gotta talk dirty."
She ground her hips into his own, feeling his dick reach around inside her and scratch the infernal itch that plagued her. The warmth of heat that drove her to such lengths was slowly (very slowly) being extinguished.
"How?"
"Uh… cursing is a good start?"
"Crap. Darn. Uh… Frick."
"Are those really what you consider cursing?"
"Well… I don't say swears…"
Neon laughed. "I'm keeping you. What's your name?"
"Jaune Arc."
"Neon Katt. You have to say stuff like, 'fuck that's good' or 'your cunt's so fucking wet' you know?"
"I don't think I know." Jaune admitted.
"Have you never watched porn or something?"
"You can watch porn?!"
She pat his head like he was a small child. "I'm going to have such a fun time corrupting you. Sex 101, you have to talk dirty. Like how does it feel to be inside me?"
"Good? I guess?"
"You gotta spice it up, Jauney. Like… 'fuck, you're tight' or 'you've got the pussy of a whore'."
"But you're not a whore."
The last 10 minutes have understandably been very confusing for Jaune, and it wasn't aided by the fact that Neon giggled at his words. "It's just dirty talk. You don't actually mean it."
"But then why would I say it if I don't mean it?"
"Because um… it makes you both feel better? I'll show you."
Neon leaned forward, her face only a few inches from his. "Fuck me. Use my pussy." She whispered. Instantly, she could feel his dick throb inside her and grow. "Come on, pound me!"
Gaining somewhat of an understanding, Jaune bucked his hips into hers, feeling the same heat she did.
"Your pussy's like a vice." He said, doing his best as always.
"Good!" She purred. "What about my body?"
"It's… very attractive?"
"Fuckable, hot, and thicc are a few acceptable answers, my dear pupil."
"I just think you're beautiful."
Neon's pussy tightened around his dick. "Go on." She said, pulling herself up and slamming herself down on his dick.
"I… like your eyes? Your um… chest."
"Honesty is good. Wanna touch 'em?" Neon asked, thrusting her chest forward.
Reaching out tentatively, Jaune groped at her chest, feeling her tense as his fingers sunk into her soft flesh. Taking the initiative for once, he gently pulled at her nipples watching her hiss from the sensation.
"You can be harder." She whispered, riding him hard.
Using his newfound permission, he toyed with her nipples. Pulling at them, twisting them, watching them harden as he worked his fingers on them. Apparently it was yet another sensitive point for Neon, her pussy clamping down on his dick.
"I'm cumming soon." Jaune warned, his end nearing. Neon sped up, placing her hands on his chest as she heaved herself up and down on his dick while he played with her perky boobs.
"Fuck you're big." Neon said, feeling his tip poking at her womb whenever he hilted in her. "Cum in me with your big fucking dick. Breed me! Knock me up!" She demanded, feeling her own end coming nigh.
In an almost out of character motion, Jaune switched both of his hands to her tail, gripping it tightly. Her tightness beforehand paled in comparison to that moment as she wrung his dick. His tip at the entrance of her womb, he exploded inside her, filling her with even more of his seed. Neon was electrified, her neck craned back as her pussy convulsed around him, milking him even more.
And then she fell forward, her breasts and head pressed against his chest. He pulled her close as his dick let out the last pulses of his cum.
He let go of her tail, wrapping his arounds around her for warmth.
"That was… amazing."
"Yep." A muffled Neon said, trying to take in his scent. "Let's keep going."
Pulling herself off his dick, she watched a stream of his cum drip onto the floor. She was unbelievably turned on at that moment, leaning over the counter as she exposed her pussy dripping with his semen. When he didn't immediately respond, she wagged her butt.
"Come on, Jauney."
The storm was still going strong, and Jaune stepped behind her, taking hold of her hips as he slid back inside her. Neon moaned as he did, feeling him reach different spots inside her as he fucked her doggystyle.
"Mm~" Neon moaned, "That's the good shit."
Jaune started out slow and steady, using her large hips to steady himself. Her pussy felt different in that position, and there was something that satisfied his primal instincts to breed a horny bitch from behind.
"Smack my ass. Be a little rough. I can take it."
"I don't want to hit you."
"Oh please, I have like, aura. As if anything that happens will last for more than an hour." She scoffed.
"Well… okay." Raising a hand, Jaune brought it down on her backside. He watched as the energy spread outward across her ass before dissipating, and felt her insides clench him even harder.
"Harder!"
He did as she asked, slapping her ass as he fucked her. It was satisfying in a strange way, as if his stress and anger was melting away. He smacked her again and again, feeling her tighten in response each time. And then there was the time that he smacked hard enough to make her cum. Her legs jerked and her lower body twitched as she came, her pussy prematurely milking him for more of his life giving seed.
"Nya!" She moaned reflexively.
Jaune felt strange now, strangely energetic. He slapped her with the same strength he had before, feeling her body shudder the same as before. He could even feel her pussy tighten and watch her asshole pucker.
So her tail, nipples, and ass are all sensitive. Valuable intel.
Jaune smacked her ass hard enough to make her gasp from the pleasurable pain, cumming around his dick yet again.
"You're a whore that would cum around any dick as long as they smacked your fat ass, you whore."
He slapped her ass yet again, unsure if he was correctly doing dirty talk.
"You didn't even know me and you let me fuck you anyway, beat you up, call you a whore. Bitch."
Neon buried her head in her hands as she lay over the counter, her ass in the air. It was both accurate and embarrassing, which is why Neon's face was bright red.
"You're going to get knocked up by a guy that you met 20 minutes ago." He said, whacking her ass with the back of his hand and watching it jiggle. There were very clearly red handprints on her ass, ones that he could clearly see. He added to the red marks, slapping twice. Neon was a mess now, unable to control her orgasms as she came again and again. She didn't even have the strength to say 'harder', but Jaune did it anyway.
"I'll make sure this one lasts for more than an hour. I don't want you to be able to sit for a week after we're done."
Neon had never been so turned on before, her pussy unbelievably wet and inviting as Jaune fucked her bent over form, completely at his mercy. The slaps he was giving would definitely be lasting.
"Take my seed, bitch. Whore. Slut. You were just asking to get fucked, and now look at you."
Jaune sped up, slamming his hips against her ass. Neon could feel him growing bigger, his balls tightening as they slapped against her clit. With two more thrusts, Jaune was fully inside her womb and released everything all at once. Neon was a mess of meows as Jaune filled her womb, her pussy making sure that he couldn't escape. Her womb was thirsty, losing only a few drops as he pulled out, watching her pussy twitch and slowly drip his seed.
"Are you okay?" Jaune asked Neon. "I didn't really mean all of that stuff. I hope you don't hate me. I was just trying to do dirty talk."
He shuffled his feet, feeling awkward.
"You pass with flying colors." Neon said, standing up on wobbly legs, cum still dripping down her thighs. Jaune helped her stay standing. "Let's meet up again some time, Jauney. Your dick is super good."
Jaune rubbed his neck. "Your pussy felt really good too."
"All that dirty talk and that's what you come up with?" Neon smiled. "But seriously I think you've got a future ahead of you. I've got a new friend that I think could use a good dicking, mind if I hook you two up?"
"Uh… I guess not?"
"Great! I already put my number in your Scroll." Neon said, redressing herself, her clothes now somewhat dry. Jaune did not expect for her to pull out a dildo and put it inside her pussy. Much less leave it in as she ditched her now ruined panties.
"Can't have it leaking out, now can we? Here's a present." Neon said, tossing him her panties. Jaune caught it, unsure what to do with the foreign object. "Fap to it, sell it, I don't care. See you later, lady killer."
Rather abruptly, Neon was down the now sunny street and gone.
It was only when he was about to walk out into the street he realized he was now Jaune the Pantsless. Adhering to a social decency that Neon did not feel constrained by, he reclothed into somewhat damp clothes, making sure he had everything on him. Even the panties, which he stowed deep into his pocket.
Blinking and taking a moment to think, he texted a quick message to Ren.
How do you watch porn?
Hope you enjoyed. I think it turned out okay and I have one or two ideas on what to do as future chapters. Given the title, you can probably guess who Neon's friend is, and I hope I can do it well.
I'm always open to criticism and feedback. Thank you for reading!