/==/ Chapter Two /==/
As soon as Blake had entered Goodwitch's private accommodations she was caught in the whirlwind that was Jaune Arc. Before she could saying anything she found herself grabbed by the wrist and literally dragged by the taller girl into a side room. She found herself suddenly seated on the single bed, with the barefooted, white t-shirt and pale blue night pants clad young woman. Seconds later she felt the mattress shift as Jaune took a seat behind her; followed by the sensation of soft, slim finger hands playing with her black hair.
"What... are you doing?" Blake stuttered as she shifted uncomfortably on the mattress.
"It's been a couple of months since I've gotten to play with another girl's hair. I need the distraction, so sit still." Jaune informed the shorter black haired beauty, as the soft bristles of a hair brush started running through her shoulder length hair.
"You... you.. don't have... to"
"I want to." Jaune responded in a very straight forward tone, "You should take off the bow. It's cute, but it's in the way."
"No!" Blake snapped rather forcibly.
"Are you sure? It is adorable, but it seems a bit childish" Jaune stated, unperturbed by Blake's outburst, "Seriously you would look so much better without it."
"Leave my bow alone."
"Are you hiding something?" Jaune asked as she stopped playing with Blake's hair.
"Why... why would you...?"
"Well there are only two reasons I can think of, for you to be so... aggressive about taking it off."
"Like?"
"It was a gift from someone very important to you, or special... do you have a hidden beau or belle?"
"No... nothing like that!"
"Then you are hiding something." Jaune almost sighed like she was disappointed about there being no secret special someone. "I hope you don't feel like you have to keep secrets from me. I mean you know about mine, and its a pretty big one."
"I..."
"It's okay." Blake felt the brush returning to stroke through her hair. "I wont touch it. Now just sit still, I'll be done soon, and then you can do me."
Blake visibly relaxed and slowly began to enjoy the soft caring attention Jaune was applying to her, by focusing on her hair. It was over all too fast, as Blake was distracted about revealing herself to Jaune.
"My turn!" Jaune almost cheered, as she placed the ornate hairbrush in Blake's hands, before turning around and presenting her back and waterfall of golden hair. Blake had rarely done something like this. She remembered times when she and her mother had done similar, but that wasn't often.
"Jaune?"
"Yes?" she replied, almost humming as Blake ran the brush through her luxurious hair.
"What do you really feel about all this?"
"Upset, and trapped." Jaune replied, "I understand why, but still I would rather be me; than pretend to be someone else."
"So is everything you do, as... as the other Jaune just to keep up the image?"
"A little bit."
"How much is a little bit?"
"The obliviousness." Jaune replied, "I see the looks, and smirks. I know what some of you are thinking about the other me, and it is kind of a boost, but it feels fake on my side to reciprocate."
"Reciprocate? Are you into... girls?"
"Maybe." Jaune giggled. "Can you blame me though? You are all are so beautiful."
"Is that why you keep hitting on Weiss? Do you really like her, even though?"
"The Schnee." Blake was taken aback by the hostility in Jaune's voice.
"Is something wrong, with Weiss?"
"Pretentious, snotty little bitch." Jaune snorted.
"If you feel..."
"It is fun annoying her." Jaune answered, before Blake could ask her question, "If she'd drop the act she would be so much better. Plus...?"
"Plus?"
"If I act so oblivious, and smitten it keeps others from approaching me." Jaune replied, "Like I said, I see the looks, the soft smiles, and fluttering eyes... but that's because of that other me. I don't..."
"You don't what Jaune?" Blake asked as she continued to run the brush through her hair.
"I don't like being fake. I want people to give me those looks because they know the real me, and not because they see a cute, dorky, goofy boy in need of saving."
"Cute?"
"Of course! I see myself in the mirror, I know I'm cute."
"I think..." Blake paused thinking back to their small circle of friends. It was obvious that Pyrrha was holding a torch for Jaune, and she was pretty sure it was about her personality, over her looks as a male. "That maybe some of those who are attracted to you, are because of how nice of a person you are. Not how good you think you look."
"Maybe... but it still doesn't change the fact I'm fake when I'm the other Jaune."
"Well I know something that will pick you up." Blake smiled as she prepared to let Jaune about the discussion Ren, Professor Goodwitch and herself had before he coming to check on Jaune. "They are thinking about letting you reveal this situation to the rest of RWBY and JNPR."
"Really?" the pure excitement in her voice brought a smile to Blake's lips.
"And..."
"And?"
"Professor Goodwitch reserved a private training room for you and me during combat class."
"Why?"
"So you can have the chance to dance."
Blake was caught off guard when she was suddenly yanked into a tight embrace, gasped as the hug squeezed tight enough to cause her some trouble breathing. After getting the young woman to calm, down, Blake realized there was another question she wanted to ask. So once she was free from the warm but crushing embrace she did.
"Jaune?"
"Yes?"
"How do you handle, you know..."
"Know what?"
"Being in the locker room, or even showering by yourself?"
"I hide in the locker room." Jaune answered honestly, "Even though when I'm that other Jaune, and have the same... equipment; I don't want to actually see it."
"And when you're alone?"
"I ignore it."
"Ignore it?"
"I've been having this change for over two months, I kind of got used to it, not that I'm happy about it, just dealing with it."
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In Blake's opinion, Jaune looked rather fetching, dressed up in a girl's uniform. Her hair woven into a complex french styled braid; though she would admit the five inch stiletto heals were a little much, for a stroll through the halls. Though she still had trouble rectifying the clumsy image of the other Jaune barely able to not trip over his own feet, to the current Jaune effortless striding along the halls; her heels clicking against the tile floor.
She had been excused from Combat Class to 'escort a potential student' on a tour of the facilities. About half way to their destination, being the private training rooms; came a problem. Blake didn't know why team CRDL was not in class, but they were. In fact they were approaching them, with their normal overly exaggerated macho swagger. Blake's scowl, echoed Jaune's.
"Hey there." Cardin grinned as he tried to ply some Winchester charm to the young woman he didn't know was Jaune. "What's an angel like you doing all alone wandering the halls?"
"I'm not alone." Jaune replied, her scowl deepening.
"Of course you are."
"And how is she alone, Cardin?" Blake almost snarled.
"She's not on the arm of a tall, handsome and strong man." he replied with what Jaune saw as a sickening grin.
"Not. Interested." Jaune informed, through clenched teeth.
"Not, now, but maybe with a little encouragement." Cardin moved closer as his team all stood just a little behind him, with lecherous grins on their faces.
Three sounds echoed in the hallway. Cardin's hand slapping Jaune's ass. Jaune's hand slapping Cardin's face, and a loud cry of pain as Jaune's knee found Cardin's groin.
"NO ONE said you could touch!" Jaune spat at Cardin's downed form.
Blake's hidden ears flattened against her head, making her bow twitch. Cardin was down and probably out, after that hit, but that still left the rest of his team up and closing. They did not look pleased, and Blake though confident in her own abilities, could have possibly taken all three of them on solo. But not if she also had to protect Jaune, and with out her weapons. She knew Jaune had aura, lots of it in fact. She could take a hit or two easily, but if she got too pressed Blake was sure she would use that ability of hers, the ability that was suppose to be kept hidden.
Blake wanted to back away, and open some space; but Jaune was holding her ground, and openly glaring at the trio of closing young men. Blake wanted to call Jaune by name, to get her attention; but knew she couldn't risk any chance that team CRDL could get a hint to Jaune's identity. So Blake did the only thing she could think of doing. Moving in front of Jaune.
"IS there a problem here?" came a stern and well known voice from behind the still standing members of team CRDL.
All three stiffened and turned, seeing the arms crossed, glaring over the edge of her sunglasses; form of Coco Adel. Blake had never felt so relived to see the upper class-man. It was well known her dislike of CRDL, due to their bullying of her teammate Velvet. It was also well known how strong she was.
"Nothing, nothing." Russel stammered.
"Really? Cause it looks like CRDL was sexually harassing a pair of female students. IS that what is happening... cause I don't like it."
"No, no, no." Sky stuttered, as Russel and Dove moved and helped Cardin from the floor. "Just a little accident. Nothing else."
"Good. Now. Move. Along."
CRDL hauled their fallen leader from the floor, and helped him limp down the hallway past Blake and Jaune. Blake keeping herself between the quartet and Jaune. Cocco followed them with her customary sway. Taking a spot before Blake, adding to the wall of huntress flesh before the blond beauty. Once CRDL vanished down the hall Cocco turned to face Blake and Jaune. She tipped her hip and planted her hand. Reaching up her other hand, she pulled down her sunglasses slightly.
"Now. You. Are. Pretty." Coco spoke accentuating each and every word.
"You're pretty hot yourself." Jaune flirted back.
"Oh I think I like you." Coco smirked.
"Of course you do. What's not to like?" Jaune tilted her own body, echoing Cocco's flirty stance.
Blake was at a loss for words. This Jaune was so much more confident, and comfortable. Easily facing off against the renown Coco Adel, flirting openly. It was almost mind melting, compared to the Jaune she had known and his obvious failures. The back and forth of veiled saucy comments was causing Blake to wonder how she was going to break this up, so they could get to the training room. Lost in her thoughts she didn't notice Cocco suddenly saunter forward.
"NO ONE said you could touch EITHER!" snapped Jaune, drawing Blake back to the here and now.
"Looks like kitty has claws." Coco laughed as Blake noticed she had her right hand braced against Jaune's risen knee while clearing angling her body away from the intended point of contact with her groin. "I over stepped. My apologies, Angel."
Blake inhaled slowly, hoping that this little encounter didn't degenerate any further. Jaune lowered her knee and took a step backwards, as Coco straightened herself out and did likewise. It was a little funny to Blake, seeing the fairly tall Coco looking up at Jaune who was a good four inches taller than her. Coco had a coquettish smile, while Jaune had a slight scowl.
"I mean it. I'm sorry. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Coco offered.
"Apology accepted." Blake watched Jaune give a little saucy smirk, before stepping forward, "NOW you can touch."
Blake face palmed as Coco sauntered forward and slid a hand around Jaune's narrow waist. Blake couldn't believe this. It was obvious Jaune was into women, or at least was right now. This was not what they needed to be doing right now. She was supposed to be in then training room watching her dance, not watching her flirt with the biggest flirt in Beacon.
"So what's your name gorgeous?" Coco purred.
"Jaune Arc." she replied without thinking.
Blake's head and shoulders dropped. This was a disaster, and Professor Goodwitch needed to know asap.
"I know a first year with that exact same name!" Coco exclaimed, as she took a step away and started to really look at the beauty standing before her. "In fact... you look a lot like him."
"Ah..." Jaune realized she had just stepped in it, without thinking. "Shit."
Blake took the chance, and as fast as her thumbs could go, opened the secured chat program. She spammed the message to everyone.
"Big Trouble. Jaune just outed herself to Coco!"
"What happened? Where are you?" Glynda asked.
"Halfway to the training rooms. She was flirting with Coco, and just let her real name slip. Coco is noticing how she looks like the other Jaune! What do I do?"
Blake looked up from her scroll, and watched as Jaune planted her right hand on her hip, and was regarding Coco with narrowed eyes, as Coco echoed Jaune's posture, and pulled her sunglasses down even further.
"Get them to the training room. I'll be there shortly." Glynda replied.
"Bring her to the office afterwards. We'll have to inform her, and impress the need to hold confidence in this situation." Opin interjected.
"Flirting with Coco? Do I want to know?" asked Ren.
"So Girl/Boy likes Girls, huh?" commented someone with the tag Qrow.
Blake closed off the program and collapsed her scroll, before returning her attention to the two divas staring each other down.
"You REALLY do look a lot like him, just..."
"Just what?"
"Better." Coco replied.
"Well, we were on our way to the training rooms." Blake interrupted before Jaune could comment, "Want to come Coco? She was going to do some practising."
"Practising?" Coco and Jaune asked at the same time.
"Sparring! Practice sparring... with me!" Blake almost shouted. "You're welcome to join us. The more the merrier!"
"Okay." Coco responded, sliding her sunglasses back up her nose.
Jaune smirked and gave Coco a wink, before walking off, her heels clicking against the floor, as she swayed her hips. Blake noticed Coco slip her sunglasses down again, and smile, before following. Blake shook her head. It seems that real Jaune is a more sexually suggestive and secure than the other Jaune, and Blake wondered the trouble that was going to cause if they reveal the truth to the rest of RWBY and JNPR.
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Glynda arrived at the assigned training room about twenty minutes after the first message in the chat program. Using her scroll to override the privacy lock she yanked open the door and strode in, only to stop as she saw a sight she never thought she would have ever seen again. Jaune was moving about the room, moving in a way that could only be described as seductively fluid. On the sidelines, Blake and Coco stood rooted, stunned in awe. Jaune was moving all about the room, mixing waltz steps with ballet, free form and some more risque motions. They had never seen someone so supple, and flexible.
Jaune was dropping into complete splits without any effort. She would then lean forward, windmill her legs and basically roll, or flip herself back to her feet. Adding in the pure number of perfectly perpendicular high kicks she was throwing, combined with seductive gyrations of her hips, torso and shoulders. Not to mention the ballet type jumps, and spins. All done in heels. It basically impressive to the point that the two young woman watching didn't have a reaction for. Blake because she couldn't comprehend the pure athletic differences between Jaune's forms. Coco because she already thought Jaune was a hottie, and this was just confirming that thought.
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Pyrrha was worried. Jaune was in Vale somewhere meeting with his family. He had mentioned in passing that his family wasn't totally in support of his being here at Beacon, and she was fighting off the panic of finding out that they had forced him home. Then there was of course the slightly stranger moods of Ren. She knew he was reserved, but now he was attempting to be slightly more chatty; and she did notice how he was acting even more observant than normal. She felt it was almost like he was studying them for some reason. She would have mentioned it to Nora, but she knew the response the petite ginger would have. Pod People.
She sighed, trying to get her nerves in order. She never felt like this before a match or even a major tournament. So the feeling was alien to her, as was a way to deal with it. She supposed she could always ask Ren for one of his more relaxing tea blends. But under it all, something was just feeling off. Like there was something she should be noticing, but was failing to do so. Maybe it would settle once Jaune got back in a couple of days. Yes, that is what it was. She was just concerned for her team leader, nothing else. Just healthy concern for his well being.
Pyrrha sat on her bed and nervously wrung her hands. Yes she would definitely ask Ren for some relaxing tea, and when Jaune returned she would corner him, and make him allow her to train him. She would make him a better fighter, help him be a better huntsman; and maybe she could take that leap she was so wanting, but afraid to do.
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"So you are telling me, SHE..." Coco pointed to Jaune seated on a couch her legs crossed at the ankles. "is tall, blond and scrawny?"
"Ms. Adel..."
"No, no. no. Let me get this all straight. So once a month on her period she changes from goof ball, to perfection?" Coco looks at Jaune again; getting a thank you wink and air kiss. "I'm sorry by why not just let her be... her? I mean look at her!"
"Ms. Adel, there is more to this situation than what you are taking into account." Ozpin tried once again to inform the possibly smitten fashionista. "Ms. Arc is supposed to be hiding who she really is. NOT advertising."
"Just let her be her. Move her across from my dorm, no one will touch her. Though Vel might be a little disappointed, she kinda liked scrawny Jaune." Coco turned her attention towards Jaune when she heard the click of heels on the floor, and saw the blond beauty sauntering her way towards Coco. "I'm serious. NO one will touch her. CFVY will make sure of it."
"Jaune go sit down!" Glynda snapped as Jaune was just about to plop herself down in Coco's lap, much to the fashionista's glee."On the couch!"
Jaune and Coco both pouted. Blake just face palmed, wondering why she couldn't have not chased after Jaune that other day. This was way too much of a Twilight Zone moment. Current Jaune was just too much the opposite of other Jaune. Coordinated, confident, sexy. Wait no she did not just think that. She closed her eyes and took a couple quick breaths to compose herself.
"Ms. Adel while I appreciate your offer, there is too much at risk to do something like that right now." Ozpin commented " Jaune needs to stay hidden, and get trained. Until we are satisfied that she has enough skill to at least defend herself long enough for help to arrive. We will not be entertaining any thoughts of revealing her true nature."
"She knows. She accepts me. Why do we still..."
"Jaune that is enough!" Glynda shouted cutting off another of Jaune's tirades. "You're being wilful and stubborn. All of this is for your protection, which you are making harder and harder by continually revealing yourself! You need to start thinking."
"To be fair, the reveal to Blake and Ren was their fault not mine." Jaune countered.
"That maybe true, but you need to start being aware of what is going on with you." Glynda sounded exasperated, and everyone remained silent as she continued, "You are in danger. Serious and deadly danger. If someone with ulterior motives discovers your identity they WILL try and kill you."
"Then train me, properly!"
"We are trying, but there is a large gap between you and your fellow students." Ozpin informed the group, "We are looking for someone who can do one on one with you. As none of the current staff can take the extra time away from their current duties to devote time to you."
"We are doing the best we can Jaune. We're trying to adapt to all this just as you are. So please try and not make it more difficult." Glynda pleaded.
"Why not just ask Nikos?" Coco offered. "I mean she uses mainly a board and sword too. She should be able to spare the time to give him the extra help needs to be competent. Besides she is his partner, I doubt she'll refuse to help her."
"I don't like..."
"Enough Jaune." interrupted Glynda. "Crocea Mors is a fine weapon, and for someone with your aura levels and lack of training it is a perfect option. Even if all you learn is to block and deflect."
"We'll need more than just sword training." Blake offered, "Just watching Jaune dance showed how much more agile she is currently as to opposed to her other self."
"What do you suggest, Ms. Belladonna." Ozpin asked.
"Some type of cross training, maybe even dance practice. She has stamina, and I doubt she wants to build too much muscle mass. So just something that makes her more comfortable as the other Jaune."
"That is a good idea. Do you know who we can request this type of training from, by chance?"
"Ren and myself." Blake replied.
"A gun." Coco interjected. "She needs a ranged option, and before you even ask. I can take care of training her with it. Nothing too fancy, just something simple and reliable."
"Okay, it seems we now have an adjusted plan of action. Ms. Arc once you have returned to your alternate form, you will speak with Ms. Nikos. See about getting additional training towards the use of Crocea Mors." Ozpin leaned forward on his desk, and clasped his hands before him. "Ms. Belladonna, I will leave it to Mr. Ren and yourself to come up with training along the lines you have suggested."
"Ms. Adel, Beacon will make funds available so you can procure a firearm for Jaune. Then as you have volunteered you will endeavour to make Jaune capable of using a firearm. Be aware, however until she has returned to her alternate form; she will NOT be leaving Beacon's grounds." Ozpin took a breath before continuing, "Also you will go to Glynda's office after this meeting is over. This is so you can be registered to a special chat program."
"Chat program?"
"Yes. It is a secure and encrypted program that only those of us that have knowledge of Jaune's true situation are part of. If you are with Jaune and at any point something comes up of concern, such as what led to this current meeting, you are to use it and inform the other members." Ozpin looked Coco straight in her eyes. "So they can assist in dealing with the situation. Understood?"
"Understood."
"Finally; Glynda, I'll leave the response to team CRDL's actions in your hands."
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As Coco and Blake waited outside Glynda's on grounds accommodations, while she got Jaune sorted; Blake felt the need to ask a few things.
"Coco?"
"What is it?" she asked as she looked over the top of her sunglasses at the ninja of team RWBY.
"Do you like Jaune?"
"Course I like her. What's not to like?"
"No I mean, like..."
"Oh." Coco nodded and then shook her head, "Not like that. Sorry."
"Then what was all that?"
"Good clean fun, between two flirts wanting to have a little game." Coco replied, "Neither of us meant anything by it, just want to see what kind of reactions we could get out of each other. Though..."
"Though?"
"If she wasn't holding a torch for someone, I'd make a move on her in a heart beat. She's a catch. She knows what she's worth."
"What she's worth? What is she cattle?"
"No, what I mean is, she knows who she is. She's comfortable with it, and knows what she wants out of a relationship."
"How?"
"The eyes. They're the window to the soul." Coco replied, "And I tell you right now, whomever she has her eyes on, will be the sole focus for her once it happens. If it happens."
"If?"
"This whole body shifting thing, has her out of sorts. She's not comfortable with it. She's secure in who she is when she's like this, but when she's scrawny Jaune."
"I know that. She said she's basically scared. She feels fake because of it."
"Makes sense." Coco leaned her back against the wall across from Glynda's door, "From how I see it. She was flirty with me, to distract herself from her worries about whomever she is interested in. When she actually really comes out to that Schnee..."
"It's not Weiss."
"Seriously?" Coco raised an eyebrow while inwardly she thought she might have an actual chance with Jaune.
"She told me. She's doing that to purposely annoy her, and to keep others from making moves..."
"On scrawny Jaune." Coco. "We have to get this whole other Jaune thing stopped. If it goes on much longer she's going to get fucked up."
"Not much we can do. Not like we can just tell our teams about it."
"We can, just not they way Jaune would like." Coco smiled.
"What do you mean?"
"We drop a couple hints. Let them know Jaune needs a little help, and that she's... he's a special case. That the Headmaster and Goodwitch are worried about someone gunning for her... him. Sort of the same we're doing now, but without them knowing all the details."
"It could work." Blake agreed, "I'll talk to Ren, see if he's game."
"We'll set up a locked Beacon chat. Just for our teams. Let them know to use it if things are happening with Jaune."
"And if it is serious enough, we relay it on the secure chat."
"You got it."
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Jaune lay on her bed, in her night clothes. Her waterfall of golden blond hair spread out behind her; her bare feet hanging off the end of the bed. She really didn't see why Ozpin and Glynda were over reacting so much about her little slip. She hadn't meant to do it, but she admitted to herself that the little flirt game she and Cocco had gotten involved in did distract her, just a little bit. Nope it was the game, and not the obvious hotness and impeccable fashion sense of Cocco. Jaune rolled over and reached for her scroll. She wondered what she could do; seeing as she was confined to quarters now.
She knew better than going against Aunt Glynda when she put her foot down in private. So here she was stuck in her room. She really wished this all wasn't happening. She wanted friends to know her, and not him. She wanted to shop, and dance. To lazy around an watch shitty movies and read comics. This huntress stuff was boring, and a pain. Opening her scroll she read through the notifications. She smiled when she saw that Pyrrha had sent her four messages.
So she read them. They were all pretty much the same. Asking how things were, if everything was okay. Still smiling she rolled on to her back and sent a quick reply; designed to quell all of Pyrrha's fears. Everything was good. Nothing really happening, just talking with family. Then she checked her other notifications; noticing she had received a message request from Coco. It had been forwarded through Blake. She giggled and accepted the request.
"I wanna shop, but I'm grounded." (Sad emoticon)
"Sorry to hear about that Angel. Maybe we can go for a little run after you've been pardoned?"
"Wont happen until... you know."
"Well we can still go out on the town then." (Smiley emoticon)
"Not the same." (Sad faced emoticon)
"How so?"
"Want new heels. Hard to get them to fit when... you know." (Crying emoticon)
"Give me your sizes, Angel. I'll bring you some samples to try on." (Smiley emoticon)
"You can do that? You're not shitting me are you?"
"Of course I can do that! I have connections girl!" (Laughing emoticon)
"When?"
"Give me your size, and heel height. Can drop by tomorrow evening."
"Nine and five inch or higher." (Smiley emoticon)
"Need to drop the heel height girl. Not good for you."
"But it makes my ass look amazing!"
"That they do. But they are hard on your feet. Should drop to a four or three inch."
"Nope, not dropping..."
Sends a selfie of her pink pantie clad behind. "Without"
Sends a second selfie of her more pert pink pantie clad butt. "With"
"Damn girl!" (Laughing emoticon)
"Obviously you know which one is better." (Smiley emoticon)
"Yeah mine!" Sends selfie of her own black lace clade behind.
"You wish!" (Laughing emoticon)
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"So that's Coco's idea." Blake told Ren as they stood outside the doors to their respective dorms.
"I think It's worth a try. Might not help with, you know... but with more people watching her, the better."
"Even if they don't know?" asked Blake.
"I would rather they did know, but that's not up to us."
"We could always..."
"I know we could, but she's really trying to do what the Headmaster wants. It wouldn't be right to force it." countered Ren.
"So do you think he'll allow it?"
"I hope so, because I agree with Coco, this whole situation is not good for Jaune. She needs stability, this isn't stable."
"I'll..." Blake's scroll beeping drew her attention. She opened it and saw the group chat invite. "As I was saying. I'll talk with my team, and play it like Cocco suggested. You got yours?"
"JNPR wont be an issue. Pyrrha and Nora will be in. No question."
The pair nodded to each other than vacated the hallway. Each returning to their respective dorm. Blake considered the group chat request, as she headed to her bunk. Figuring it was the start of Coco's idea for the team chat she got comfortable with her pillows behind her head as she tapped the accept icon.
She choked on her own spit as the window opened up and a sudden about half a dozen pics featuring
pantie clad female rear ends rolled by.
"WTF!"
"Hey Blake!" greeted someone named Angel.
"Welcome to the chat Blake. So what do you think?" Coco asked.
"What is all this?"
"Angel and Coco are arguing about who has the best ass." answered Velvet.
"Whose Angel?"
Blake got a private message notification from Coco. Totally confused about what is going on she opened it.
"Angel is Jaune. Don't let anyone know."
"What is going on?"
"Jaune is feeling lonely. Lack of female interaction."
"So you set up a chat group to talk about asses?"
"No I set up the group to let Jaune talk freely with other girls... we just got stuck on the topic of whose ass is better."
"Who else is in this group?"
"So far, Jaune, Velvet, you and me. Invites are out to others just no one has joined yet."
"Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously. Gotta drop. Looks like Angel has almost gotten Velvet to post a pic. TTYL"
Blake shook her head, and closed the deactivated message window. Before taking a breath and returning to the group chat.
"Come on BunBun. Angel and I have done it. Only us girls here. Show off your ASSets" (Laughing emoticon)
"Coco!"
"You don't have to do it if you don't want to Velvet. They shouldn't be pressuring you."
"BUTT out Belladonna. I bet Vel's booty puts your moneymaker to shame." (Cheeky emoticon)
"Serious Velvet. Don't stoop to their level."
"What's up bitches?!"
"Yang?"
"Hey Blake. Who else is here? Coco, Velvet and Angel. Huh? Do I know you Angel?"
"Don't think we've met, yet." replied Angel.
"Okay, well what's up with this chat? Saw the pics. There something you want to tell me Blakey?" (Cheeky emoticon)
"Put up or Shut up Xiao Long. Best butt. Throw a pic up if you want to be considered." Coco commented.
"Any rules?" Yang asked.
"No nudes, but has to be in panties. Type is optional." Coco replied.
"No butt floss." Angel added.
"Sounds fair. BRB."
"You think she'll?" asked Velvet.
"It's Yang. Of course she will." replied Blake.
A moment later a plump posterior clade in yellow trimmed black lace appeared.
"Damn! You got back girl!" Coco commented.
"Where are you Yang? You're definitely not in the dorm." asked Blake.
"Showers. Just finished training."
A pic of a pair of saucy brown buns in tight white panties suddenly appeared.
"Whoa! New Challenger!" Yang commented.
"BunBun?" asked Coco
"I'm in love." Angel typed. (Three heart emoticons.)
"There. I did it."
"I can see the appeal." Blake offered.
"So who all has posted?" Yang asked.
"Angel, Velvet, you and me." Coco answered.
"Is there anyway to get them all in one spot? Kind of a pain to keep scrolling up to check them out." (Frustrated emoticon)
"That would be a good idea, but we'd have to narrow our pics down to one each Angel." Coco replied.
"One each? How many have you two posted?" Yang asked.
"About three each." Angel replied. (Winking emoticon.)
"Why?" asked Blake.
"One barefoot, one in flats, and one in heels. The flats and barefoot are basically the same." replied Angel. (Sad emoticon)
"Only one of the non heel pics. You choose." Coco stated.
"Awe come on!" (Angry emoticon.)
"Anyone else in this chat who routinely wears five inch stilettos?" Coco asked.
"Damn! Five inch? Only Weiss wears anything like that! How can you even walk?" Yang asked.
"Not me." Velvet offered.
"Not me either." Blake added.
"Heathens." (Angry emoticon)
"BunBun can you set up a side page, for chat members only?" Coco asked.
"One sec."
A pic of pale white skin clade in very racy black lace.
"There. I'm in."
"Bellabooty! That's my girl!"
"Yang please."
"Oh, I could definitely give that a swat or two." Coco commented (three Heart emoticons)
"You take that in the bathroom? Or are you alone in the dorm?" Yang asked.
"Bathroom." replied Blake.
"So anyone else you can think of inviting?" Coco asked.
"Anyone as long as it's not Rubes. She's underage." Yang commented.
A video is posted. As it starts to play "Numb" by NEFFEX can be heard in the background. Slowly a pair of pale slim legs in five inch stilettos cross in front of the lens. They move further away until the picture is centred on behind clothed in white trimmed pink panties. Ending just above at waist level shimmering golden blonde hair. Slowly in sync to the music the figure's hips start swaying back and forth. It's almost hypnotic. The video ends suddenly as the figure drops into a perfect splits from a standing position.
"DDDDDAAAAAMMMMMNNNN!"
"Did you mean to do that Yang or are you having a seizure?" asked Velvet.
"Angel WTF!" Blake asked.
"I would definitely slap that more than a few times!" Coco commented (five heart emoticons)
"I WIN!" Angel responded (Cheeky emoticon)
(Fifteen Heart emoticons.)
"Coco stop spamming hearts in chat!"
"Sorry BunBun. It's just glorious."
"Am I too late?"
"Hey Nora." greeted Angel.
"Nope. Post a pick of your hinnie." Yang answered.
A image of a pale cheeks draped with blue and white stripped panties appears.
"Nice." Angel commented. (Three heart emoticons)
"Well someone has some junk in the trunk." Yang added. (Heart emoticon)
"I think this is getting out of hand." Blake commented.
"A video! We can do videos too?" asked Nora. (Smiley emoticon)
"If you feel up to posting one; go for it." Coco answered (Smiley emoticon)