A/N: Sup guys. I'm sorry there's more and more time in between chapters, that's just what happens with film school and work.

Besure to stick around for the end, there's information about a poll concerning the future of this story.

Anyway, here's chapter 22. Enjoy!

Glynda was slowly gaining awareness of her surroundings but refused to open her eyes. Her mind slowly recounted what events from the previous night that she could. The dance was going ok and she had a chat with Ironwood, that was all she could remember. Despite this, and the barely noticeable headache, she was actually feeling good and comfortable.

Her bed was all nice and warm, the perfect feeling to just cuddle in and just sleep the day away. As the seconds ticked by and her sleepiness started to fade, she started noticing some abnormal things. Her bed, while comfortable, was much warmer than normal. She felt silk and skin where she would normally feel cotton. The part of the bed she was on was oddly human shaped and the center was slightly moving, as if it was breathing.

It would take a few more moments for the gears to start turning in her head and for her to realize what was up. Her eyes quickly opened and she raised herself up and looked down, confirming her worst fears. She was laying on top of Jaune, and he was awake.

"Uh… morning?" he said.

She recoiled off to the side with a quiet gasp. A second later, she calmed down slightly when she realized they both still had all of their clothes on. Thank the gods for small miracles. Another moment later, she realized Jaune looked just as nervous as she was.

"Jaune," she regarded him after a deep breath.

"Glynda," he said calmly as he sat up. "You feeling ok?"

"I have a slight headache but it's fading. I can't really remember anything from last night. What happened?"

"Someone ended up spiking the punch bowl and everyone got drunk," he replied.

"Son of a bitch," she pinched her nose. "You wouldn't happen to know who it was, would you?"

"Afraid not, sorry."

"Damn. Wait, how do you remember what happened and I don't?"

"I didn't drink much punch. I don't hate it but it's not my favorite drink," Jaune answered. "Guess I drank some before it was spiked."

Glynda could tell he was telling the truth but she felt that he was hiding something. "Tell me everything that happened last night."

"E-everything?" Jaune slightly paled.

Glynda's eyes narrowed. "Everything."

Jaune sighed. "Ok, so..."

-/-/-/-

Jaune had Glynda's arm wrapped over his shoulder as he led her into her office and into her bedroom. Her steps were wobbly but she was able to relatively stand up. He was thankful the halls were empty and no one else was around, for Glynda's sake. He didn't think she'd ever recover socially if anyone saw her like this.

Actually, it's not like anyone would remember it if they saw her anyway. The whole school was practically drunk now. The only logical explanation was that someone spiked the punch bowl with alcohol, and that was making some of his fellow classmates act irregularly. The signs were obvious in hindsight. Jaune was embarrassed to admit that it took seeing Blake twerk on Ozpin to realize something was wrong.

He ended up noticing Glynda leaning against the entrance and caught her before she fell. Figuring his friends would be fine without him, he decided to escort Glynda back to her room.

"Alright," Jaune said as he gently sat Glynda down on her bed. "How are you feeling? Any better?"

"Littllle bit, thannn-" she turned to smile at him, but then it dropped and she looked around her room before stared at him.

"Glynda? Are you ok?" Jaune asked with concern.

"I'm drunnn- dru-... drinked… and you just brought me to my bed and..." she leaned back, covering her mouth as her eyes widened. "You, you were gonna sex me!"

"What?! I-" Jaune was at a loss for words. How did she even come to that conclusion?! "No no no no, I wasn't. Glynda, I would never do that to you. I wouldn't even think of it."

"Lair! Why else would y-y-you carry a poor, defense wom-wo-dude like this to a beeeed!" Glynda accused before pausing. Jaune noticed her eyes dart back and forth rapidly as if she was in deep thought about something. "Well, that wooon't happen!"

"Because I wouldn't do that to you at all," Jaune tried to reason. "I-ah!" Jaune shouted as Glynda shot up and grabbed him, lifted him over her head and spun him like a helicopter, and finally slammed him stomach first onto the bed. "What just ha- eep!" Glynda pushed him back down and laid on top of him, pinning him to the bed.

"Shush!" she put a finger to his lips. Jaune stayed quiet, trying to put his mind on anything but how Glynda's breasts felt pressed against his back and how her breath caressed the back of his neck. Thankfully he didn't have to try for long as she stood straight back up. "Now, I don't apprecia- parec- apreci-..." she went quiet. Jaune followed her glance as she looked between her and his hips, which were connected together. Her head tilted to the side. Her droopy eyes widened in realization as she moved her hips back an inch and lightly tapped them against his butt. She gasped as if she made the most important scientific discovery in human history and started doing it again and again.

"Glynda!" Jaune shouted as his face started burning up."What are you doing?!" He tried to get her hands off of his hips, but couldn't. Her grip on him was crazy strong.

"Is this not how it works?" She asked softly, not once ceasing the motion of lightly bumping her hips against his butt.

"I-... what?!" Jaune continued to try and get Glynda's hands off of him, but she had a sturdy grip.

-/-/-/-

Glynda's face was burning red and her eyes were open wide. "P-please tell me this is just a cruel joke you're playing on me," she begged.

Jaune, looking as embarrassed as her, shook his head. "Nope, that did happen."

Glynda took her glasses off and hid her face in her palms, letting out an almost silent whine. She couldn't believe what she just heard. She dry humped her husband… her student. She wished the gods would strike her down now and spare her from this embarrassment.

"Please tell me you stopped me…" Glynda didn't attempt to hide her desperation.

"Um..." Jaune turned away from her. "I tried… but uh… I had to deal with drunk and hug-happy older sisters before… the best way to deal with that kind of drunken shenanigans is to just play along."

-/-/-/-

"Oh my god Glynda, you're so big," Jaune said. His voice was monotone and his face showed annoyance at his situation.

"R-realllllly~?" Glynda's drunken voice asked softly.

"Yes. Like, oh my god, this is the biggest and best I ever felt in my entire life. Don't stop."

Glynda giggled for a while at that. Jaune just sighed into the bed sheet. It honestly wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. Glynda's light bumps did nothing more than tap him, he remained motionless for the most part. Jaune tried again to get her hands off of him, but her grip was just too tight. It was like a kid holding on to candy.

Jaune glanced over to the nightstand, the clock showing that only a few minutes have passed when it felt much longer. Next to the clock on the bed was Mr. Fluffykins, positioned in a way that looked like he was judging him. Jaune took offense to that, he had no right to judge him.

Glynda was now making small 'meep' noises with each tap. Jaune groaned into the sheets. This was going to go on for a while. Unless… in all logical sense, that idea shouldn't work.

"Glynda, you're about to cum."

Her movement slowed down. "I… I am?"

"... yes Glynda, can't you feel it-oh look you already came."

Glynda looked down at their connected hips for a few seconds. "I guess I did."

Jaune dragged his hand down his face. He couldn't believe that worked, and he couldn't believe he just said that. Glynda started giggling and he felt her grip falter. Jaune managed to brush her hands away and then turn over on his back and quickly raised his fist in victory.

"Ok… Glynda-" his speech paused when Glynda fell on him.

-/-/-/-

"You then passed out after that. I couldn't really move you so… yeah," Jaune rubbed the back of his head. Glynda was now laying down, holding a pillow to her red embarrassed face. She took a deep breath and removed the pillow from her head.

"... Jaune, I am so sorry." Glynda had never felt more embarrassed in her life. From that moment forward, with the exception of the occasional glass of wine, she swore off any and all alcohol. It was a product of Salem and Qrow had to be one of her agents to resist its effects.

"Don't be, it wasn't your fault," Jaune said, trying to think of something to change the mood. "It could've been worse. At least here there were no witnesses."

Last night, unbeknownst to the Arcwitch pair

Sky and Velvet rushed down the hallway side by side as fast as they could. Around the time the punch started being served they took the time to slip from their teams and… go for a 'walk' to spend some quality time together. It was a long walk, as usual.

When they returned, they found the whole room practical drunk, and they found out that Ozpin was missing and someone mentioned that Jaune and Glynda left the room together. What was happening was clear as day to them: Jaune and Glynda drugged the room so they could enact their plan to murder Ozpin with no one the wiser.

"Are you sure they're at Glynda's office?" Sky asked. "Seems too obvious."

"Why risk anywhere else?" Velvet countered. "They wouldn't take the risk of someone still being sober enough and discovering them."

"Good point." They then made it to Glynda's office door. They quickly opened it and rushed in, arms up ready for a fight, but the room was empty. "They're not here."

"Wait," Velvet's ear twitched. "The bedroom. I-... uh….." Her ears stood straight up, her arms slowly lowered, and her eyes were wide in shock.

"What do you hear?" Sky rushed to the door and pressed his head against it.

"Oh my god Glynda, you're so big."

Sky recoiled his head back and looked at the door. That… that couldn't be what he actually heard, was it? He pressed his head harder against the door.

He was immediately greeted with, "-oh my god, this is the biggest and best I ever felt in my entire life. Don't stop," accompanied by Glynda laughing and the sound of bed springs moving became more noticeable. Sky then put 2 and 2 together and backed away from the door. He and Velvet then left, closing the office door behind them, standing there awkwardly for a few moments.

"Well… at least they're not killing Ozpin," Sky muttered.

Velvet nodded in agreement and they both started leaving to anywhere that wasn't there. "I honestly never thought Jaune was that kind of guy," she commented.

"I did," Sky said, earning a smack on the shoulder.

They rounded the corner and ran into Pyrrha. "Ohh… hey guysss," she didn't sound drunk, but was further than tipsy.

"Oh, hey Pyrrha. You uh, doing ok?" Velvet asked.

"I'm fine… say, have you seen Jaunee?" She asked. "I trying to fine him but… can't."

"He's in Miss Goodwitch's office," Sky stated.

"Thanksss," Pyrrha said and walked passed them.

"Should we have told her-"

"She'll figure it out, and I am not getting in the middle of that."

Present

Glynda emitted a soft chuckle. "Yeah, I suppose you're right. But still, knowing I did that isn't… just..." she covered her face with both hands again and silently groaned.

"Yeah it sucks, but thankfully no one else knows-"

"Not that," Glynda interrupted. "This whole thing… it's karma."

"Karma?" Jaune raised an eyebrow. "But, you didn't do anything to deserve that."

Glynda removed her hands from her face and looked up at him. "Remember when I said I was mischievous in my youth?"

"Yes, you even told me the story with Port and the mouse…." Jaune paused, his eyes going wide as he realized what she was implying. "... you didn't."

Glynda nodded. "Freshmen year in high school. In my defense, it was their fault for not having a chaperone at the refreshment stand. I eventually got caught though, my parents were not happy to receive that phone call."

Having that scene play out in his head made Jaune lose it, and he collapsed on his back lost in laughter. The memories of what happened and seeing Jaune smiling and laughing made Glynda follow suit, and the Arcwitch couple were laughing and smiling together.

Jaune and Glynda don't know what happened next. They couldn't remember if the other one did or said something, or who even made the first move. All they knew was that one moment, they were looking into each other's eyes. The next, the distance between them was crossed and they closed their eyes as their lips softly connected.

Their lips stayed together like that for a few moments. They pulled millimeters apart before pressing together again, coming closer together. Their hands brushed against each other as they brought them up the sides of one another, bringing them closer together but not close enough to fully bridge the gap between them.

Their hearts were racing. Their breaths were getting longer and heavier as the seconds ticked away and the kiss deepened. Glynda ended up taking the chance and stuck her tongue between his lips, softly swirling around to whatever it could touch. Jaune pressed his tongue forward to meet hers, and they danced together. The two got lost in these actions. Time seemed like an illusion. Both Jaune and Glynda had thoughts in the back of their minds telling them to press on, to go further.

They both pulled away with a startled panic and started at the door when they heard knocking.

"Glynda?" Ozpin asked. "Are you in there?"

"Oh crap," Glynda muttered as she and Jaune looked at each other panicky. "I, yes Ozpin. Give me a minute," she put on the best faked tired voice she could.

"Ok, we'll wait," she sighed in relief that it worked, but then became panicked again.

"He said 'we'," Jaune pointed out quietly, matching her expression.

"I know." This wasn't good. Even if everyone in the room did know of their situation, she did not want to be caught like this. Her eyes darted around her room before settling on the window. She rushed to it and opened it, peaking out just as frantically. "I don't see anyone, hurry."

"Ok I- wait….. I'm still in the dress!" He exclaimed in a hushed voice.

"So?" She questioned as she opened the window. "Everyone saw you in a dress last night."

"That was different. I don't want to be seen in a dress making a walk of shame back to my dorm," Jaune countered.

"I don't have any clothes for you. You'd be walking back in the dress anyway," Glynda said.

Jaune made to counter but the words died in his throat. "That's… ok, out the window I go." Jaune walked up and Glynda helped him over the edge.

"Good luck Jaune, hope no one sees you," Glynda patted his shoulder.

"Thanks. Hey, could you use your sem-" and Glynda pushed him out the window. It was only after she closed the window that she realized what Jaune was going to ask, and that maybe using her semblance would have lessened the fall. But then she remembered he fell 20 times that height during initiation, he'd be fine… hopefully. Glynda took a minute to compose herself and then opened the door.

"Ah, Glynda," Ozpin greeted, "a pleasure to see you were unaffected by last night's events."

Glynda smiled, he was none the wiser. "Same to you sir, I-" her eyes looked behind him and saw Ironwood without his prosthetic arm. "Oh dear, what happened to you?"

"My arm is missing," he simply stated. "I'm assuming it's something Qrow related."

"That's... not an unfair hypothesis." She could imagine the drunk was using it as a back scratcher.

"We'll find it," Ozpin reassured his old friend. "Now come, we need to access the damage."

Glynda sighed. She was not looking forward to that. There was no doubt going to be a lot of paperwork and she was going to have to help with most of the damage. At least Jaune could help her with one of those.

Meanwhile, Jaune groaned as he stood up. He was thankful a bush was there to break the fall, but it didn't do too much since he landed face first. He spit the leaves out of his mouth before starting the journey back to his dorm.

"This sucks," he complained out loud. "I bet no one else has it worse than this."

Meanwhile, across Beacon

"Its ok Blake," Weiss consulted her teammate, who had her face in her knees, by rubbing her back. "It's fine, we got it off the school forums." Blake muttered something in her knees. "Blake, I can't hear you."

"It doesn't matter!" She cried as she lifted her head. "It was on there for hours! Hours! The whole school probably saw it!"

Weiss winced. That was the most likely possibility, but she wasn't about to tell her that.

They don't know who, but during last night's events, someone recorded an intoxicated Blake walking up to Ozpin and grinding her butt against him, asking about better grades while some older students cheered. Weiss was internally thankful she didn't suffer such a fate as Blake. Poor girl, if she found out who recorded and posted that, there'd be hell to pay.

For now, she would stay to comfort her teammate.

-/-/-/-

Yang woke up groaning and to a vision of orange. She took the object off her head, and tried to think where the hell she got the traffic cone and why the hell it was on her head. Once the cone was off, she took in her surroundings with confusion. She was outside in a courtyard, surrounded by passed out students.

They all, boys and girsl, had their hands on their crotches, gripping them as if in pain.

"What the hell happened last night?" she thought aloud. As she stood up, she noticed that there was a sign attached to her. It was messy handwriting and had grammar equivalent to a kindergartener. She managed to translate it to "Beacon's #1 crotch puncher. Fight me."

"... oooooook then..."

-/-/-/-

Qrow was the first to recognize the punch bowl was spiked. He transformed into a bird and took to the trees to watch the carnage. He didn't know when he fell asleep, but when he woke up…

He didn't remember falling asleep in another bird's nest. Now, he was stuck sitting on eggs as the mama bird cooed and rubbed her head on him. Qrow decided to stay just so he wouldn't have to help with the aftermath, Beacon looked a mess and he was not paid to clean up.

He just hoped mama bird didn't get too attached.

-/-/-/-

Cardin and Coco stood outside in the hallway on opposite sides of the doorway, staring at the wall in front of them. Their faces were full of anger and shame.

"Cardin, what happened… didn't happen," Coco sneered, still staring at the wall.

"For once, we agree," Cardin replied.

"... you owe me new glasses."

"... you owe me new boxers."

Whatever Coco was about to say was halted when they looked to the sound of approaching footsteps. It was Jaune, still in the dress and walking through the hall with an agitated look on his face.

"Not. A. Word," he sneered, mainly towards Cardin, as he walked passed them.

"Wow," Coco muttered once Jaune was out of earshot, "didn't think he was that kind of guy."

"I did. Nora owes me 200 lien."

A/N: Glynda sneaking her man out the window to remain inconspicuous from the other adults… how naughty of her.

As for why Nora did this and what happened with Pyrrha… sorry, gotta wait till next chapter ;)

Also Jaune was wrong. There was a witness… Mr. Fluffykins, he saw everything.

Ok, so that poll I mentioned…

Earlier in the fic, I made mini segments referencing future plot points involving Dr. Merlot and the White Fang. Those were going to be some serious story arcs, but now I'm not sure if they would still fit the narrative. So, should I keep the original story arc idea, or scrap it and replace it with something else, or remove it out right?

Poll for that is on my profile, I WILL ONLY COUNT POLL VOTES. (if its not there, give it a bit to update the page)

Omake

(If Glynda hid Jaune in the cupboard instead)

"I'll be out soon, just give me time to shower," Glynda closed the door and sighed in relief, crisis averted. She went back and opened the cupboard. "Jaune I-" … she paused. Jaune was looking above him, his eyes wide and cheeks burning.

Glynda then had a realization… this was the cupboard where she kept her strap-ons…. and Jaune saw them all.

Glynda's face burned hotter than the sun. "Jaune… I can explain…."

Jaune had trouble making eye contact with her. "... have…. have you ever used those before?"

In an unrelated story, Jaune started having private combat lessons with Glynda. He would always return tired and barely able to stand. The rest of his team chalked it up as Glynda just being stronger, and always wished him luck at beating her one day.

Thanks again for reading, have a good day : )