First ever lemon, so please forgive me for any awkwardness.


May Zedong wished that she felt comfortable with this situation.

"Cheers!" a loud girl with green hair and eyes, a purple hoodie over a pink shirt, green and black kneepads, black boots, and a neon green and black hoverboard slung over her back - Reese Chloris of Team ARBN, if May remembered corrected - yelled out as she raised her frothy glass of cheap beer into the air, "To a happy Vytal Festival!"

"""""CHEERS!""""" everyone else at the table yelled out in turn, and May shuddered at the loud noises all around her once more as she stayed huddled in her own little seat. The glass in her hand lifted slightly into the air as a reluctant gesture of agreement, before taking a slight sip of her drink and realising that, yes, beer did taste bitter and terrible.

The others didn't seem to care, though. If anything, they seemed to like chugging down the bitter ale and letting it slide into their stomachs, judging from their content sighs and happy smiles. Everyone seemed happy and cheery and May couldn't help but feel like she was bringing the mood down for everyone.

She couldn't help it. She didn't like loud places. They were also so dank and dark and filled with flashing lights and noises that just made it very uncomfortable to breath.

Gods above, why was she even here with all of these people who she didn't even know?

Oh yeah, JNPR had invited them out for drinks after creaming them in the Vytal Festival tournament rounds, embarrassing them, and the Kingdom of Vacuo (who always made a point of boasting that they bred the strongest warriors and killers across all of Remnant) in the process.

Okay.

Then someone from Team ARBN - who also lost in the first rounds of the tournament - recognised someone on JNPR, and they got invited along as well.

Great.

Then they called that Team RWBY group and asked for places, and the one with long blonde hair suggesting this place that was unoriginally called The Club.

Alright.

And now here she was, sitting in a table surrounded by people that, most of them, she didn't even know, in a dark nightclub filled with loud noises and halfway-to-drunk teenagers that were loud and rowdy and rather overwhelming.

Fine.

"Alalhat, 'ana 'akrah hadha," and now she was muttering to herself in Native Vacuoan. Awesome.

Someone poked her on the shoulder, and she jumped slightly. Months of suffering from Nebula and her team's... treatment had left her more sensitive to touch than she would like, but she supposed she was also partly to blame as well. She looked to the side, and saw a blond boy in knightly armour - Jaune Arc, the leader of Team JNPR, she remembered - shooting her a concerned look with his sparkling sapphire eyes through the dark (and she couldn't tell if the flushed look across her face was from the alcohol or her attention to his eyes, because goodness why did she think that?).

"You okay?" he asked her over the loud music as a pair of girls - twins in red and white - refilled the empty mugs on the table. May shot him a hesitant nod, but the boy seemed to see through it as well, "You don't have to worry, I feel awkward here as well."

May opened her mouth to deny it for a moment, before closing it and looking to the girls waiting at the table, "C-could I... um..." her face flushed red as she spoke, "Could I... get... another drink p-please? Just, one that isn't so... um..."

"Bitter?" the red one asked. May gave her a nod (a little shaky from the drink. Alcohol didn't sit well in her, evidently), "We've got fruity ones, if you want? she nodded again, and the red-dressed twin smiled, "Coming right up," and took her still sort of full glass from her.

Next to her, the Jaune Arc boy winced himself from the drink, let out a little belch from it (which prompted an embarrassing little giggle from May) and went, "Could I also change my drink? Please?"

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask for something other than beer as well," went the green dressed boy from JNPR as well, "Do you have sake in stock, by any chance?"

"As a matter of fact, we just got a new shipment of the stuff this morning," the white twin said, carrying herself with a lot more gaudy of an attitude, as well as confidence that May wished that she could have. She turned her head to Jaune, "And you?"

"Just..." Jaune faltered, a red flush across him as the alcohol in his system kicked in, "Something else, please? Just something a little less... bitter?"

The white dressed twin looked at her for a long moment, before smirking and going, "I'll put in on your tab," and walking off with a saunter in her step, the red dressed twin giving them a little bow before walking off.

May bit the inside of her lip, trying to think of a way to say what she wanted to say. Luckily someone else - one of the boys from ARBN. Nadir, she believed his name was - quickly pointed out, "You know they're going to give you the most expensive drink in their stock now, right?"

Jaune shot Nadir a raised eyebrow and spoke over the loud music, "What?"

"They're going to give you the most expensive drink. You didn't specify the drink that you wanted, and now they're going to give you the most expensive one."

"I... they wouldn't do that...? Would they?"

"T-They would..." May spoke once more, "Bars i-in Vacuo do it... all the time."

If she had to listen to her dads complain about accidently ordering the wrong drinks one more time... she would be mildly annoyed, she supposed.

She couldn't really get angry. It wasn't in her.

"Ah," Jaune paused as he put his hands together and rested his chin on them, "I... see..."

"...Mm..."

"...Mm..."

The two of them stayed silent in the crowded table as the music continued to blare around them and the lights continued to flash. The rest of the table was busy cheering and talking with each other, but both Jaune and May continued to sit in silence. The small amounts of bitter alcohol was starting to hit their system, and May could feel her face blush red from the beer in her.

May suddenly heard the table go quiet, and looked to the only source of sound on the table, much like everyone else.

What she bore witness to was one of the oddest conversations that she had ever seen.

"I hate you."

"Okay."

"I despise you."

"That's fine."

"I will beat you."

"Alright."

"I will destroy you."

"Well okay then."

"I want you to know that I will destroy you."

"I do, thank you."

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"That. That... that voice where you say things that are supposed to be offending and mocking but you say them in a way that isn't offending and mocking even though they should be. That. That tone of voice."

"I'm not trying to be mocking and offending."

"I know that you're not, but you're saying those things in that way that is unintentionally belittling but you don't actually mean it, and it makes me even angrier than before even though I know that it's irrational."

"..."

"Shush."

"I didn't say anything."

"You just did."

May watched the conversation with everyone else, observing the the ever aggressive Arslan Altan and the coolly collected Pyrrha Nikos, the former with a flushed and definitely drunken scowl across her face, and the latter with that ever present sponsorship approved smile across her face that seemed a little bit gentler and a little more real. The rest of the teams at the table just stared at them with raised eyebrows and concerned looks.

It was Nolan - who finally stopped flirting with the other boy from ARBN (Bolin, she remembered) - who finally asked, "Do they... is this normal?"

"Ole Arsy used to be a rival of Pyrrha," Reese threw out after slamming down another glass of beer and letting out-

{BUUUUUUUUUURP}

-The loudest belch that May had ever heard, "Girl used to get her ass beat by Pyrrha back in Sanctum so much. All four tournaments that Arslan fought in, she always came in second place. Pyrrha always beat her - she was- {BURP} -known as Second Place in Sanctum - so she became obsessed with beating Pyrrha," she let out a giggle, "Don't know- she's obsessed about it, though. Don't know whether she wants to beat her or beat her off. Don't know whether she wants to fight her or fuck her."

The others laughed, but if Arslan and Pyrrha heard Reese's remarks, they didn't say. If anything, it just seemed to egg them-

A few tables away, with her one good eye, she spotted Team NDGO sitting down, drinks in hand, and giving her darkly smug looks. The same ones that they had always given her.

Dammit...

"...M'sorry."

May blinked, and looked at the boy next to her as he gave her a glum expression.

"For... for what?"

"For telling Nora t'smack you," he went, his face as flushed as hers, "With the hammer."

In an instant, her worries about NDGO were forgotten, and she quickly said to him, "N-No, it's- it's okay, it's fine, it-"

It hurt. A lot. May could still feel the pain of her bones fracturing and then healing through her aura as she slid across the hardlight dome.

But they still won, so what right did she have to complain?

(What right did she have to be anything other than the pathetic woman that she was?)

"-It was a legit- legitimate strategy," May told him, "A good fight. Good kill."

Jaune paused, and then looked down, "Even so..." he didn't say anything afterwards.

"Yeah, good kills all around!" the loud girl with the hammer - Nora - cheered as she downed her own mug, "Gods, I love good fights! Great fights! Love 'em!"

"As much as you-" Reese paused as the twins brought them their new drinks, the green dressed boy - Lie or Ren or something - taking a long sip of his new glass of sake and smiling contently. Once Reese got her bearings once more, in a fit of giggles she asked, "As much as you like femboys?"

Ren spluttered his drink and began to beat his fist into his chest, but Nora just drunkenly continued, "Hell yeah!" with a quickness about her, she threw herself upwards and yelled out, "My name- {HICCUP} -my name is Nora Valkyrie, and I'm a big booby bisexual bitch that loves femboys!"

And everyone cheered.

Literally. Everyone at the table and others nearby cheered.

Except for May. She just sat in her seat, taking a long sip out of her newly arrived fruity drink (very nice. Very fruity. No sand in it too, unlike the drinks in Vacuo (don't disrespect your kingdom, don't disrespect). These Valerians had something going on with the drinks) and letting the sweet-not-bitter alcohol slide down her throat. It was a much nicer experience than the cheap beer that she had drunk earlier. Much more agreeable.

Jaune, meanwhile, took a long sip of his drink and-

{SPIT}

-Spat it back into his glass.

"Ugh! Gods, what was- Augh! What the... what was that?" he whined as he leant back in his seat, "Tastes like... I don't know what ass takes like, but- but now I do. Now I do," the twins that had brought them their new drinks just started laughing, the white dressed one more than the red, "S'not funny."

"It's very funny," the white dressed one went as she forced herself to stop laughing, "Incredibly funny. I'm hilarious, I tell you."

"Hilarious."

"Exactly," the white dressed twin replied to the red dressed one.

"Ugh, you- you too suck," Jaune muttered to himself as he lowered his head to the table, "You all suck. You all suck so much."

Over the table, Reese let out a drunken cough and yelled out, "Thank you! I try my best to suck as much as I can!" she leant forwards, "And yes! I do mean that in both a figurative way and a sexual way!"

"Seriously?" one of May's teammates - either Brawnz or Roy - called out to her over the thumping music, "Girl, ew!"

"What? It's my body, I can do whatever I want with it," Reese shot back, "Just like you can do whatever you want with your body! If I want to go off and have casual sexy suckaging sessions every now and then, that my choice, not yours!"

"H-Hey girl, I wasn't saying anything!"

"Yeah, but you were implying it!" Reese cut him off with, "You were- you were implying it! So fuck off! I- oh god, Arsy's really going for it!"

Again, if Arslan and Pyrrha even noticed them, they did not say-

"I will destroy you."

"Okay."

"I will pound you into the ground."

"Alright then."

-They just kept talking, going from a one-sided threatening verbal blast to... flirting? Were they flirting with each other? May had no idea. She didn't know how to flirt. Flirting was not a component of her central programming.

And now she was talking like she was a robot. Beep boop.

Gods, what was this alcohol doing to her?

As she watched the twins slink away, she looked back to Jaune just as he said, "Not sure why I'm here, in all honesty."

May nodded, "S-Same... I feel like... everyone's having fun, and I'm just... here... you know."

He nodded, "You know, I..." he paused as he winced, "Gods, that drink was... not nice..." he took a few moments to catch himself, before looking back to May and going, "If you want, I can't... say to one of your teammates that you... don't want to be here... that you don't feel comfortable here, and ask him... ask him to take you back home... or wherever you're staying in Vale... or Beacon."

May blinked, and then said, "You... you wouldn't do it yourself?"

"I mean, I don't really know you, so I don't have the right to do that, and... and I think the alcohol's setting in, so I... I don't really trust me, in all honesty. I don't trust me. Drunk me. Drunk Jaune. I don't know Drunk Jaune, and I'm worried that he might be a dick."

May looked at him as he let out his slightly slurred answer. It was one that... honestly, it was an answer that she hadn't been expecting.

He was... he seemed honest. About himself, at least.

Huh.

Very honest about himself.

Hm.

Well, at least he was truthful.

It spoke a lot about him, and a lot more about the rest of the boys (excluding her team) from Vacuo (but at least they wanted her, even if it wasn't in the way that she wanted...).

"Sorry..." he mumbled, "You're really pretty, and I don't... don't trust myself... don't trust drunk myself - drunk me - around pretty girls. People. Pretty girls and people. Mostly girls..."

…Okay, now she was blushing.

Goodness, that was unexpected.

The hammer girl - Nora, she reminded herself - let out a slurred laugh as she went, "Damn, Jaune-Jaune! When did-" {HICCUP} "-When did you get so for- for- forward! I thought you like the... the ponytails! I thought you liked ponytails!"

Jaune blushed up something feared (is that even a phrase? Is that even a right sentence? Correct sentence?) as he, without looking up, defensively whined, "S'not just ponytails. Girls are pretty. I like that. Nice girl is pretty. Don't want to do anything to her- anything bad to her."

May's blush intensified.

"Aw, c'mon Jaune-Jaune," Nora smiled to him as she reached over and patted him on the shoulder, "We both know that you-" {HICCUP} "-Wouldn't do anything bad to any girl. Don't be so mean to yourself."

"Tell that... to Weiss..."

May blinked, and looked to the Nora girl. Said girl gave her a smile as she went, "Our Fearless Leader was trying to impress a girl. Didn't work. Real-" {HICCUP} "-Real Nice Guy Syndrome, I tell you," she drunkenly reached her hand over to pat May on the shoulder, but once she saw May lean back from the unwanted contact, she leant back herself with, despite being drunk, a reassuring nod, "He's much better now. So much better. Better than ever. No longer does the whole Nice Guy thing."

May paused. She didn't know why, but somehow she believed her. She didn't know why, but she did.

She looked to the side at the boy next to her. He seemed to be strangely aware of himself. Humble, even. Maybe it was just her, but he just seemed so much less egotistical than she had expected.

She wasn't sure what she was supposed to expect, actually.

Gods, the alcohol was really getting to her.

She drank down the last of her very fruity drink and said to Jaune, "Hey... are..." ah, conversations never came easy to her, especially when eni- enibri- especially when drunk (but a lot more people thought that she was easy, though. An easy mark, more like, but at least they noticed her). She tried again, "Are you... okay?"

"...M'fine," Jaune went as he lifted his head back up, "I think it's going through my system," he paused for a moment, "The alcohol, I mean. In and out. Just," he pushed his drink aside, "Don't think I can finish this. Don't want to. Don't like it. Should'a been more specific. Should'a got me a fruity one, like you."

"You're... cutting yourself off."

"Don't trust myself. Need to stay in my limits."

May found that to be very respectable. Most people didn't know their limits and chose to keep drinking and drinking, and that led to them either getting arrested or robbed or into dumb situations. In Vacuo, for guys it would get them killed - the desert was a harsh place for the drunk, and there would always be people willing to take advantage of said people - and as for girls, second verse same as the first, though for the girls... it tended to be worse for them.

A lot worse.

"You're... alright."

Jaune smiled at her, "That the nicest thing anyone's said to me."

May wasn't sure how to take that.

"You okay too," Jaune said to her, "You're great."

May felt herself swaying in her seat as she replied, "Pretty... big leap."

"Is it? Doesn't... doesn't feel like it."

May tilted her head to the side, "You seem... nice."

"Thank you. The compliments embarrass me."

May leant back into her seat. The conversations of the people around her were forgotten by the both of them as she said, "Me too..."

The two of them stayed quiet for a while amidst the loud music and cheers of the people at the table with them, before Jaune asked her, "What's your story?"

"Hm?"

"Oh- sorry, I was just- sorry, I was... I was just wondering as to why you were... I don't know. I forgot my own question. No I didn't. I'm confusing myself."

Was he... was he trying to flirt with her? She didn't think that he was, but if he was then he wasn't doing a very good job. It was kind of endearing, in its own way, but even so... "I... do I have to answer that... question?"

"Eh?" Jaune leant upwards with a slightly panicked look as he held his hands up and went, "No, no you don't, I just... I was curious. Just- just curious."

"A-Ah," May paused, "Alright then..."

Jaune took his hands down and looked at the table below him, "M'sorry," he muttered, "I'm not very good at this..."

"At... talking?"

"Conversations."

May couldn't help but smile, "Me too... socially awkward, I am."

Jaune smiled, "Me too... and another girl."

"R-Really?"

"You'd like her. Sniper girl. Quirky. Has a red cape."

May could figure out who she was talking about. Ruby Rose from Team RWBY. She remembered passing by them at a noodle stand in the Vytal Festival fairgrounds. However, "She seems... energetic."

"Energetic," Jaune repeated.

"Energetic... and kind of... no offense, but kind of... overwhelming," May couldn't help but wince, "I don't- don't want to offend, but... she seems very overwhelming."

Jaune paused for a long time, before going, "Really? But she's so... so nice. Excitable, but nice."

"But overwhelming... for me at least."

"Maybe... maybe..."

May looked down at him, "S-Sorry. I don't mean to... offend."

"Ah, it- it's fine, it's fine. Everyone deserves their own opinion. Everyone's entitled to their own opinion. I can't change your mind."

"Eh?"

"I mean, I don't have the right to... you know, change your mind. I can't force you to, even if I wanted to... which I don't."

"Hm," May hummed, absentmindedly running her hand through his hair (when had she started doing that?) as she said, "What about you? How'd you get here... i-if you want to share."

"Um," Jaune paused, trying to find his words. May wondered if he would close his eyes and start purring from her stroking his hair with his hand, "I, um... I grew up with seven sisters."

May paused, "Seven?"

"Seven," he gently shook his head, "So much oestrogen if that's the right word. Not testosterone, oestrogen. I don't know," another pause. He seemed to be leaning into her grasp, "Had too parents. A mum and dad."

May couldn't help but say, "I have two dads."

"Cool."

May hummed, "Yeah. I love them to bits, but..."

Jaune looked down at her. She was touched by the sudden concern on his face.

"It's not them," she went. The alcohol in her system was starting to loosen her hesitation to speak about herself, "It's- it's never them, It will never be them. I just... sometimes, I get... sometimes I feel like I'm not enough..." she couldn't help but shrug, "You know?"

"I think you're enough."

May froze, and then looked at Jaune.

"I think you're more than enough."

"I..."

"I think... you're more than enough as well."

Jaune blushed as well, "Thanks, I... I needed that."

May smiled, "I think... I think we all need to hear it some-"

{SMASH}

{SPLASH}

A glass was tossed onto their table and shattered on the wood and plastic. It's contents within - some red drink that May couldn't identify - splattered all over her, staining her jumper in a deep wet shade of maroon. The others at the table jumped back and silenced themselves in alarm, with a few of them even getting out of their seats and adopting fighting positions, the alcohol in their bodies seemingly no longer restricting them as they all snapped to alertness.

At their table nearby, the members of Team NDGO laughed at them, with one of them picking up one of their glasses in turn. When they made a gesture of throwing another one, making May flinch instinctively, they all guffawed once more.

May winced, and turned her only visible eye down to the floor. This wasn't unusual for her. On the contrary, she was very much used to this from NDGO. They were the- what was the term from the films? The Alpha Bitches? They were the biggest thugs and bullies back in Vacuo, always pushing themselves onto others and their business, abusing them and deluding themselves into thinking that they were carrying out the social norms and demands of Vacuoan society which demanded the rule of the strong over the weak (which was a toxic demand, in May's opinion, but she wouldn't be caught saying that out loud). In reality, they were a bunch of cowards that ran at the first sight of trouble, but were always eager to pick fights to prove their 'Strength' to everyone else, despite the fact that they were always willing to put bodies in the way of whatever their problem was.

Worse yet, they had made her their favourite target.

May had lost track of the amount of times that they had taken out their frustrations and anger out on her. A black eye from Nebula and a bloody nose from Gwen, a pull of the hair from Dew and a mocking insult of her scarred, blinded left eye from Octavia. She'd seen it all.

Even the Red Spider Lilies that they left on her desk in classes.

May couldn't turn to anyone about it. Vacuo's a place where only the strong may survive, but that strength, unfortunately, is measured more in brute force and physic than in character. If anyone presented any kind of weakness about them, then they would be left to the Vultures to feast upon. BRNZ and the boys stood up for her as much as they could, but...

If they made their defence of her public, then they would suffer from the same social stigma as May did. They would come under fire as well, and be socially destroyed.

(She'd seen it happen before. A team of people from Atlas came over, and against common Atlesian stereotypes, they were the nicest, most tolerant people that anyone could ever meet. It was no wonder that most of the other Vacuoan students chose to leave them behind when... when...

When.)

She was on her own, more or less. Even her own team couldn't help her. What was she supposed to do? No one wanted a girl plagued with weaknesses, and no one wanted her (no one ever did), so what would be the point of trying to do anything about them? It wasn't like she could do anything about it. She was weak. Very weak. The only reason that she had trained to become a Huntress was so that people would at least notice that she was there, and even that had been a complete failure. What else could she-

{SLAM}

-Do.

May looked to the side and her only working eye widened. Jaune had slammed his hands into the table and risen from his seat. Any trace of drunkenness and stupor that plagued him before had vanished in an instant, and the glare that he was shooting NDGO made it seem like he was about to shove their heads into a wall, or splatter them over it.

Maybe he would.

Without a word, he walked away from his seat and marched towards NDGO's table, hands balled into fists and a march to his step. NDGO didn't see him marching over to them - or they didn't pay attention to him - but they finally noticed him he was already at their table, looming over them.

May couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could make out the rough flow of the conversation. Jaune pointed to her at the table and said something. NDGO laughed. Jaune stepped forward. Nebula said something disparaging. Jaune tilted his head to the side. Nebula leant forwards with a smirk on her face. Jaune didn't move. Nebula said something. Jaune didn't budge an inch.

Nebula pushed herself up from her seat and faced Jaune, a confident look on her face.

Jaune didn't move.

Nebula stepped forwards and said something most likely insulting to the boy in front of her.

Jaune didn't move.

Nebula's confident smile began to wane.

Jaune stepped forward.

Nebula stepped back.

Jaune stepped forward.

Nebula fell back into her chair.

Jaune grabbed the arms of her chair, leant over so that his face was right in front of hers, and, as May red his lips, whispered to her:

"Do you really want to see me mad?"

Nebula said nothing.

Jaune pulled himself upwards, and turned his head to the rest of the rest of NDGO. Without a word, he grabbed one of the drinks on their table-

{SPLASH}

-And threw it on them.

The three women were shocked and stained in maroon liquid, and Nebula was too cowed to do anything about it as she stayed in her seat. With nothing else to say, Jaune turned himself around and began to walk back to their table. NDGO did nothing to stop him.

The white and red dressed twins approached him as he got to their table, and he pulled out a series of Lien cards from his wallet and gave it to them, "Here. You can ban me now."

"Oh no, I'm on your side," said the red dressed one as she took the Lien cards from them, muttering about how that paid for their tab and a tip.

"Yeah," shrugged the white dressed twin, "Fuck those girls," another shrug, "Plus, I really don't want this place getting a reputation for banning blonds and blondes, so... yeah."

Jaune hummed, and as he looked to his table, he said to them, "Let's go," and began to walk towards the exit.

The others at the table, still half drunk, looked to each other in confusion before getting up and following him out.

May went with them, utterly uncertain about what just happened.


Team JNPR's room in Beacon was nice - a lot more homely than the dorms in Vacuo, if you could even call a closet and hammocks - but it was cramped, and hard to fit three teams worth of drunken teenagers inside comfortably. May felt like she was in a pack of sardines as she and the rest of BRNZ, ARBN, and JNPR pushed themselves into the room and collapsed onto the beds and floor in couples and - in Reese's case with Nadir, Brawnz, and Roy - a pile of bodies.

May found herself collapsing in the same bed as Jaune. It wasn't anyone's fault. She had just seen a bed in front of her and fell into it in a drunken haze. Her beanie flopped off her head from the motion. That it had been Jaune in the same bed as the one that she had collapsed into was a coincidence, though she doubted that it was the same for all the other couples in bed, being Nora and Ren, Arslan and Pyrrha, and Nolan and Bolin.

Nolan and Bolin. Noooooooooooooooolaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan and Booooooooooooooooooliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin. Their names rhymed. Almost. Their names almost rhymed.

It was funny.

She found it funny.

The room around her smelt like alcohol, with a growing scent of arousal as the sexually charged conversations and casual flirting from before began to change and evolve into something else. A growing musk began to fill the air, but whilst the rest of the room began to get friskier by the moment, Jaune and May laid silently in their bed, still dazed from the drink running through their system.

"Sorry..." Jaune muttered next to her as the rest of the residents in the room turned their heads to them, "Should've stayed... stayed at the bar. Had fun. Didn't mean to ruin it..."

"You didn't ruin it," reassured Pyrrha in a slight stupor as she and Arslan began to subconsciously(?) get handsy with each other, "Those four girls ruined it. It's their fault, not yours."

When no one else said anything, May somehow (probably thanks to the alcohol) got out, "N-Nebula and- and her girls... they always... always were mean... to me and- and others. Other people. Always mean to them. Always cruel. Made me their favourite. Made me feel... not like me," exactly like me, "Always... always been like that."

Jaune looked at her with wide eyes, "So they do... know you?"

"What... what do you mean?"

"They... they said they knew you... called you something. A name. Not a nice name," he shook his head, "Don't... don't want to repeat it.

…Ah.

May knew what he was talking about. She knew about the name that they called her.

The Lonely Sightless Whore.

(It was an accurate name...)

"I'm sorry," May said to him, "I don't... I didn't want anyone to... get involved in my problems."

"...When someone throws a glass at one of my friends, that makes it my problem."

May froze. Blinked. Blinked again.

(Did he...)

"You think... I'm your friend?"

(Please don't... please don't lie to me...)

Jaune looked at her, "Do you... want to be?"

()

Something within May surged upwards, and as the smell of what she assumed to be wine all over her finally hit her, mixing with the cocktail of alcohol still washed into her system, she surged forward...

And pressed her lips against Jaune.

Something inside of her hummed in annoyance. It was like the beginning of a bad porno, this was. First the opening story bit where they try to introduce you to the characters and add in a little bit of spicy narrative, and then jump into all the other spicy stuff with kissing and smooching (which were the same thing but whatever) and even the lewdest thing of all:

Handholding.

But right now, May didn't care. She didn't care at all. She pushed her lips onto Jaune's and didn't pull away.

Jaune didn't pull away either. He looked at her with wide eyes and a surprised, almost shocked, expression across him. If he - and her - heard any of the gasps of disbelief from the people around her, they didn't make it known.

Jaune's face softened, as did May's. They both wrapped their arms around each other and pushed into the kiss.

The both of them were drunk, and couldn't properly communicate their desires and intentions to each other, so their kiss - which soon shifted into a make out - was sloppy, ill coordinated, and mixed with their own tongues and saliva covering them. It was messy and clumsy and not exactly the prettiest sight for those who were experienced in the realm of... sexual intercourse? Lovemaking? May didn't know, and she was certain that Jaune didn't either.

But neither of them cared. The room was beginning to smell of sex as well as beer, and if they had noticed everyone else in the room beginning to get frisky, then they didn't care to point it out.

Their mouths opened, and their tongues slipped into each other's mouths. Many people seemed to make the assumption that most people's mouths and saliva had a specific taste to them. Rosemary for one person, vanilla for another, and so on.

Jaune's mouth tasted like terrible drink and mouth.

And yet, as if there was something else lingering in the dark, May thought that she caught the brief scent of wheat in the field, of sunflowers and yellow roses, of vanilla and sugar and the sweet scent of something that she could only describe as beautiful. Was this what it was like? To breathe the scent of a person's soul? To taste their very being on their tongue and find the sweetness within? Was it all in the head, or was there something more to it?

Was it real?

Yes and no. It felt real, and yet it didn't.

And yet...

May loved it.

May was addicted to it.

And she knew that Jaune felt the same.

Their lips parted from each other, and May supressed the urge to whine in disappointment. Jaune hummed with pleasure, and he sent her a soft look, "Petrichor."

May tilted her head to the side, and Jaune smiled.

"The smell of dust after rain."

(He wants me. He wants me? No one has ever wanted me.

But now?

Now...)

Now, she couldn't let him go.

She wouldn't let him go.

She heard the sounds of disrobing around her, and spared a quick glance to look around. On one bed, Nolan was hastily tearing the clothes off of Bolin as the latter wriggled his hands into the former, the two boys tonguing each other as their hands groped and probed at each other. On another bed, Nora was dry humping Ren and running her tongue across his face, pressing her crotch against his bum and pulling his hand back by his hair to lick at him whilst rubbing the bulge in his trousers, eliciting moans of pleasure from the boy. Arslan and Pyrrha had abandoned the foreplay and had begun to sloppily make out, the former sitting behind the latter as Pyrrha arched her head back to tongue her, the brown-skinned blonde shoving her hands into Pyrrha's undergarments to finger her, earning a chorus of moans from the champion as they swapped spit and saliva with each other. On the floor, Reese smiled sultrily and licked her lips as around her, Nadir, Brawnz, and Roy began to wriggle out of their trousers and shorts and free their erect members for her to enjoy all for herself.

May found herself consumed by the growing musk of sweat and sex around her, and pressed her lips back against Jaune as their hands roamed each other's bodies, grasping at each other's clothes and beginning to pull them off their bodies. May felt Jaune pull down the zipper to her jumper whilst she unclasped the metal plate from his chest. Their wriggled in the bed and wormed their way out of the first layer of their clothes before, after a messy minute or two, they were topless, Jaune finishing the job by reaching his hands around her back and unclasping her bra, letting her breasts free from their prison.

She had big boobs. It was something that she was embarrassed about, but yeah, she had big boobs. They weren't cartoonishly big like one would find in Mistralian Hentai or online R34 porn on the CCTnet, but for a girl her age they were still rather big.

Jaune seemed to like them though, as he bit his lips and looked at them, "You're pretty," he whispered to her, "You're so beautiful."

May blushed, "So are you."

Their lips and tongues connected once more, and May hummed in pleasure as Jaune took her breasts into his hands and began to grope them (she'd always been sensitive in that area of her body). He squeezed her tit and pinched her nipple, and she had to disconnect her mouth from Jaune's so that she could let out a low and long moan of pleasure. Her tanned brown skin, almost a shade of bronze, was covered in sweat and her cheeks were a flushed red, and as Jaune's hands continued to roam across her chest, leaving vibrations running across her body, she began to run her own hands across his chest and stomach, tracing her fingers across the faint lines of a six-pack as softly as she could. She sighed in pleasure as he continued to kneed her chest, their breaths becoming hotter and louder, turning to gasps as they hit pleasure points and marked each other as their own.

Jaune gave her nipples one last flick, nipping them between his fingers as May shuddered with relief. Then, he began to trail his hands across the arch of her back. The tips of his fingers ran along her spine and she arched forwards from the seemingly electric touch. His aura - when had that activated? - hummed with light as it ran along his hands and seeped through the pours of her body. Light and life flowed into her as the pleasure of just his touch alone threatened to overwhelm her.

She returned the favour for him, flaring her aura and bathing her hands in a soft crimson glow. The both of them moaned as the energies of their own souls commingled with each other, and the light of their lives simmered around them before dying down.

Something to experiment with later.

May hummed, and wormed her hands into his trousers, grasping his member into her hands and clasping them around the hardened length. It wasn't that big, but it also wasn't that small. A little over average, actually (don't ask May how she knew).

May liked it.

As she began to run her hand up and down his length, Jaune groaned and wormed his hands into the back of her panties, kneading her ass and eliciting a chorus of pleasured groans from the tanned, brown-skinned girl. The two of them continued their treatment of the other until Jaune withdrew one of his hands from her buttocks, traced it around her waist, and then-

"Mmmmm!"

-Began to massage her vagina.

His movements were fumbled and confused, and it was clear that he didn't know which spots were the right ones. He was inexperienced, clearly, and took to fiddling with her lower lips and clitoris as best as he could. But for May it was more than enough. Her pussy was already wet like a waterfall, and she was so close to the edge and she knew that he was as well and then-

""MMMMMMMM!""

-They came over each other's hands. Jaune's fingers were wettened and moistened by her essence, and Jaune's cum splashed over May's hands, leaving them glistening and whitened against her tanned skin.

May and Jaune kissed once more, and they began to worm their way out of their undergarments. May's trousers and panties were pushed down to her knees, and she began to rub her nether regions against Jaune's exposed length, feeling it harden once more as it touched her glistened lips. The two of them moaned in pleasure once more, and as May and Jaune flipped themselves over, so that the boy was on his back, and the girl was sitting atop her, May spared another glance around her to the room of debauchery that they had accidently started.

Nolan and Bolin were locked in a sixty-nine on their bed, the two boys sucking each other off and filling their mouths with the other's essence. On the second bed, Nora had her fingers up Ren's bum as he penetrated her pussy, the ginger-haired girl licking his neck and face as she bounced up and down on him, in turn moving her fingers in and out of his ass (judging from the blissed out look on his face and the white liquid dripping out of Nora's vagina, he had already cum deep inside of her. Nora's other hand was deep in her own asshole). Arslan and Pyrrha had moved on from fondling each other to tribbing each other, interlocking their legs and pressing and rubbing their pussies against each other, saliva dribbling out of their mouths as they moaned in shared pleasure, with Pyrrha dominating her supposed rival, and Arslan, judging from the punch-drunk happy smile on her face as she dribbled drool, loving every moment of it. Not too long ago, Reese had been jacking and sucking off Nadir, Roy, and Brawnz at the same time, and now had shifted to sucking Nadir's cock whilst Roy and Brawnz fucked both her vagina and her asshole.

May wanted to give her lover(?) the same pleasure.

She wouldn't fail to give him it.

She wouldn't.

She... she wouldn't... she wouldn't...

She pressed herself further against Jaune as she wetted his length with her own arousal, "Jaune... please... put it in me..."

Jaune blinked once, twice, thrice. Hesitation was writ across his face as he looked at her with soft eyes, "...Are you... are you sure?"

No, "Yes."

Jaune looked at her for a long few moments (it felt like hours) before he finally reached down and began to position the tip of his length against her lower lips. May pushed herself upwards to allow him easy access to her entrance, and gave him an extra hand in aligning his prick with her glistening lips.

He placed his hands on her hips, and moved to push her down onto himself, but then...

He stopped.

He stopped, and looked at her, "Are you... are you really sure about this?"

The meaning behind his words was obvious:

If you want to stop now, then we'll stop now. If you don't want to go through with this, then we won't go through with this. We'll stop, we'll put our clothes back on, and we'll start over. Or we won't talk at all. Whatever you feel the most comfortable with. I won't force you to do anything. I just want to make sure that you're one-hundred percent confident in what you want right now, because if we go through with this, then there's no going back.

Please.

I just want you to be happy about this.

May froze. She stared at him. She tried her best to swallow down the hesitancy inside of her.

"Please... I just... I want you to feel good... please..."

"...And what about you?"

May didn't want to answer, "Just put it in... please..."

"...Okay," Jaune nodded to her response, before grasping her hips with one hand, and taking his member into the other.

He tried to gently guide her down, but May didn't want that. She didn't want to draw it out. She wanted it done with immediately, so she forced herself down onto the fleshy spike beneath her...

And felt nothing but pain.

She had been approached before. People heard of her nickname - the Lonely Sightless Whore - and thought that she was an easy mark. It had never got as far as... it had never got as far as that, but it could've (and at least they wanted her).

So this?

This was new, and she was completely unprepared for it.

She had no energy within her to silence the screech of pain that left her, drawing the attention of all the people around her. Her face scrunched up in pain as hurt whimpered left her mouth. A tear dripped from her eye. Oh gods, she was crying. The pain below was horrible, immeasurable. It felt like a knife had been stabbed into her stomach. It was painful, it was so painful and she was crying and oh god why did it hurt so much?

She began to bounce up and down on him.

"Wha- May! May!"

"Agh, stop- let go of me!" May whined as she felt Jaune sit up and try to pull her off him, "Please, just let me- let me do this, let me do this, let me-"

"May, stop, you're hurting! I-"

"It's fine, it's fine, it's fine, I'm fine, I just-"

"May, you're in pain. You're hurting."

"Doesn't matter, doesn't matter, doesn't matter at all."

"It does to me!"

"But not to me!"

Jaune stopped. He looked at her in surprise. So did everyone else.

"I just- I just want you to feel good," she said through the pained tears running down her face, "Let me make you good. Let me make you feel good. I just want you to feel good. I just want you to let me make this happen. Let me make you feel nice, good, pleasured. I just-"

She sucked in a deep breath.

"I just... I don't want you to leave me. Please... don't leave me. Don't hate me. Don't scorn me. Don't get rid of me. Not like the others. Not like everyone else. I just want-" she hiccupped as she placed her hands on her face to smear away the tears, "I just want someone to know me. To appreciate me. To love me, I..."

She placed her hands on Jaune's.

"I don't want to be unloved. I don't want to be forgotten by anyone. All my life, I've had nothing. My two dads, they try their- their best, but I... but I just want someone there. To be with me. To love me. Why won't- why won't- why won't-"

She began to hyperventilate. Jaune had to place his hands on her shoulders to try and calm her. It didn't work.

"Just... let me pleasure you... let me love you... I want to make you feel good... I want to make you happy... so why won't you let me...? You're the first... the first to be nice to me... the first to be good to me. No one else has. No one else, in all my life. I don't want to lose that. I don't want to lose you."

She pulled her hands away from her face. her cheeks were wetted with tear stains.

"Please... let me please you... let me love you... I don't care what happens to me. I don't care how much pain I feel, I don't care how scared I am, or how much I don't want to do this, I just... all I want is to make you feel good. That's all I want. I just...

"I just want you to be happy.

"So why...

"Why won't you let me make you happy...?"

"...Because I want you to be happy as well."

May looked at him. He had so much kindness in his eyes.

"Because I want you to be happy... maybe even more than myself."

"Ah... Ahh..."

May whined as Jaune pulled himself out of her, and then...

She began to cry.

"I didn't... didn't want to become a Huntress... just went with it because I didn't want to be alone. Abandoned. Forgotten. I don't want to be alone. I don't want this life. I just want... to be happy. Why can't I be happy? Why can't I-" she sucked in another breath of air, "I never chose this life. I never chose to be born like this, this ugly body with this ugly marks and-"

The hair covering the left side of her face shifted to reveal the wide scar around the milky-white eye in her left socket.

"-I just want to be wanted. Wanted. Seen as what I am, because I am-" she cried, "I don't want to be the Lonely Sightless Whore! I don't want to be alone anymore! I am more than just another face in the background! I'm more than just a nameless face in the crowd, something to be forgotten and left behind! I'm a real person with real emotions and- and- and-"

She sucked in a deep breath.

"Please... love me... I want you to love me as much as I... I want to love you... hold you. Keep you. Make you good. So please... please...

"Love me... please..."

She hiccupped.

"I hate... I hate myself?"

"You want me to love you?"

May looked at Jaune, "Please... please-"

Jaune silenced May by putting a finger above her lips. Not on them, but above them. Right in front of them.

"May... someone, long ago when I was just a boy, someone once told me that you can only love others when you can love yourself-"

He shuffled forwards. His face was right in front of hers, so much so that their breaths touched.

"-And that's what I want to show you... if you will let me."

"...but-"

"May, I don't want to do this because I want to feel good... I want to do this because I want you to feel good... because I want you to love yourself as much as others do."

You want me... to love myself?

Bullshit.

I have... I can't... I have never loved myself... I have never... because there was nothing to love...

He pushed the hair covering her left eye aside, and gazed over the milky white iris that stared back at her, the eyelids and cheek around it sliced by an angry red and pink scar against her tanned dark bronze skin.

It was a reminder of her own hideousness, and yet...

He looked at it like it was something that was a part of her, and not something that defined her.

How could he do that?

How could he do that...?

"Please... May... let me do this..."

You want me to love myself?

I can't.

I can't.

But...

A hand gazed over her shoulder. It wasn't Jaune's. May darted her gaze to the side to see Reese looking at her with a sympathetic gaze, her fingers gently gliding over her skin Nearby, the others in the room gathered around and looked at her, as if they were waiting on her word and hers alone.

To do what?

To do what...?

She may have an idea.

She turned back to Jaune, and saw the question that he had presented to her, the gentle request.

He wants me.

Me.

He wants to show me love?

No.

He wants... to teach me love.

He wants to teach me how to love myself.

I...

I want to show him love, but is this...

Should I...

I don't know... what it likes to love myself.

I don't.

But maybe...

Maybe he... maybe they... can teach me.

"Okay..."

She said that word - she gave them her quiet approval - and Jaune gave his response through a kiss.

It wasn't sensual. It wasn't sexual. His lips upon hers held no secret debauchery behind them. Yet, as he closed his eyes and held their touch, it felt more magical, more electric, more filled with emotion than any other pleasure than she had undertaken throughout this night, and maybe even beyond the night itself.

She closed her eyes, and embraced the kiss.

How long passed by as they stayed in contact with each other? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Days? The whole of eternity itself? May didn't know, but she didn't care. She wanted this to last. She wanted to stay like this until the end of time.

But at the same time, it wasn't something that she deserved.

Jaune ended the kiss and pulled his head away from her. She missed the touch.

A hand stroked her chin, and turned her head to the side. Reese stared at May before pulling her in for a kiss herself.

The others moved in.

Reese's lips and mouth, much like Jaune's, tasted like cheap alcohol and mouth, with the slight aftertaste of what she could only assume to be another man's cum. And yet, in the darkness of their contact, she thought that, also much like Jaune, she could taste the essence of Reese's soul itself. It was like energy and a cooled breeze and the taste of lavender within her. Once more, it felt like she was sampling Reese's very soul and being beyond the body itself.

She felt hands grasp at her breasts and pinch the nipples. Pyrrha and Brawnz had clasped their mouths around her nipples and had begun to suck and bite on them. At her legs, Nolan and Bolin had split them apart and made for her pussy, pressing their tongues against her clit and labia, and pushing their fingers into her wet entrance. It still ached, but under their massage it began to lessen.

"You're in so much pain," someone whispered to her, "Let us make the pain go away."

Arslan leant forwards and pressed her tongue against May's ear, probing at her and biting at her earlobe. May moaned as down below, Ren and Roy pulled off her shoes and socks and began to lick at her feet and suck her toes, whilst Nadir stuck his tongue into her bellybutton and began to lick at her stomach and hips and even her ass cheek.

Down at her bottom, Nora split her cheeks apart and stared at her twitching butthole-

"So pretty..."

-Before leaning in and kissing the pink ring. May moaned into Reese's kiss as Nora licked her puckered hole, probing her sphincter and tongue-fucking her asshole. It was such an unexpected feeling and May shivered from the contact, especially with Nolan and Bolin lapping at her pussy at the same time.

Reese broke the kiss between them, and May was left to mewl and moan as the green and purple tomboy went to sucking and biting on her neck. The others continued to move and mark and pleasure her with gusto as she melted in their collective touch. The pain was going now, going away away away as the pleasure began to overwhelm her. She could hear them whispering sweet nothings to her as they groped and rubbed and loved her.

"Such a pretty girl..."

"So beautiful. So very beautiful."

"Such nice skin... such nice breasts... such nice everything."

"Every part of you is perfect, my dear... so very perfect."

She mewled at the praise, knowing that she was pleasing them.

"More..." she breathed out in a whimper. They obeyed and began to increase the pace of their lovemaking-

They were making love to her they were making love to her they're making love to me-

-Rubbing their fingers and cocks and pussies against her flesh and wetting them with pre and sweat as they moaned and groaned and whispered and praised her for simply being her and she was loving every moment of it and-

I'm cumming I'm cumming I'm cumming I'm cumming-

Jaune leant forwards from his inactivity, and whispered into May's ear, "Cum for us, Love. Cum for us."

She obeyed, and came. Her anal walls clenched around Nora's tongue, her body tensed out, and she let out a loud moan of pleasure alongside the chorus of others that came with her and on her, smearing her body with cum from both the boys and girls and staining her tanned bronze skin dotted with glistening white. Her vagina moistened with her own cum as Nolan and Bolin lapped it up, and Pyrrha and Brawnz gave her nipples one last bite and flick with their tongue before pulling away from her, like all the others.

That left May alone for only a few moments, overstimulated and blissed out of her mind and sucking in breath after breath as drunken lust flowed through her body and left her quivering and huffing and rolling with fresh sensitivity. Her body was covered in cum and the air around her still smelt of drink and musk. She was reddened and hot and sweating profusely, leaving her sticky and warm.

There was one last person left to join in on the fun.

Jaune sat next to her as she regained herself, his member hard and lonely, himself looking at her in a mix of eagerness and caution, as if he wanted to join them but did not want to overstep any boundaries. He looked to her with hesitance in his gaze, and asked after a long few moments, "Are you okay? Do you... want to stop here?"

Perfect...

He's perfect...

My... perfect... lover...

"Please..."

She spread her legs apart for him, and held her arms out to beckon him towards her.

"Be with me..."

Jaune looked at her, and smiled, "Okay," and approached her, running his hands across her cheeks and pulling her close to him.

The two of them kissed once more, pursing their lips against each other and savouring each other's flavour. Their eyes closed as they wrapped their arms around each other and melted in their shared embrace. The others around them touched themselves and moaned at the sight before them as Jaune and May sighed into their kiss, their hands gripping their skin and nipping at the flesh as their fingers rubbed circles and massaged muscles.

The two broke their kiss, and May looked deep into Jaune's eyes. His darted over hers as he pushed the hair past her blinded eye, and ran his finger gently over the pink and red scar.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered to her, "Every part of you... even this... is nothing but beautiful..."

He loved it.

He loved her.

I love him.

"Please... fuck me... take me... make me feel good..."

Please...

Please...

Please...

"Make me feel loved..."

Jaune looked down at her, "Are you sure? Because it... hurt last time, and-"

May remembered something from before, and flared her aura.

"It's fine," May went as her hands glowed a fine shade of crimson, "It'll be fine now... now please... make me yours..."

"...Alright then," Jaune went as he and May moved their hands down to connect together once more. The tip of his member connected with her wet lower lips, and this time, when he sheathed himself inside of her...

It didn't hurt.

Well, actually, it did. It hurt as much as it did last time. But May's aura, connected with Jaune's as he flared his out, made the pain bearable. Now, she could feel the pleasure amidst the pain, and it made it worth it. His length pierced her and grinded against her walls, and every time she rolled her hips and bounced up and down on his lap, she could feel him shift and flex against her clenching walls and womb within her.

A trail of drool dribbled from Jaune's mouth. May's tongue rolled out of her mouth. Her breasts bounced up and down on her chest as much as she did, and her hands clasped around her lover's and squeezed.

She was in bliss. There was goodness amidst the hurt and she was in pain and pleasure.

"Oh gods," Jaune moaned as he held himself within her, "So good... you feel so good... you make me feel so good..."

"Harder," May moaned in turn as she bounced up and down on her lap, "Please... harder..."

He complied, and began to go harder.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh!" May huffed and moaned as her aura flared and Jaune's member ran across her walls and the pleasure began to overwhelm her, "I love this, I love this, I love this..."

Jaune groaned, "So close... I'm so close... I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum..."

"Do it!" May groaned, "Cum in me, cum in me, I want to feel you in me, I want to feel your love in me!"

She clenched around him. He twitched inside her.

They both let out a loud moan, and came together.

May's walls clenched around her lover's member and covered his waste with her own ejaculate, and Jaune emptied himself inside of her, filling her with his milky essence and letting out a loud groan and finished. All the others came in turn and finished all around them, reaching their peaks of pleasure and crossing over them, and covering the bed sheets and floor with their own cum as they bathed in their own pleasure.

"Jaune~" May moaned to her lover, "I love you... I love you so much..."

"May~" Jaune moaned in turn, "I love you too..."

They separated, and kissed once more. Cum dripped out of May's vagina. Their lips danced with each other before they collapsed onto the bed, riding off the high of their ecstasy.

The others collapsed onto the same bed as them, wrapping their arms and legs around each other and cuddling as the pleasure high left them and the aching set in. Gods above, May had lost her virginity today and she was aching. It was a lot more painful a process than she had imagined, and it had been a lot quicker as well (the sex between her and Jaune had only lasted less than a minute).

But by the gods it was worth it.

She wriggled over to Jaune, and wrapped her arms around him. He held her in his arms as well, and she nuzzled her head against his shoulder. He was warm and firm and fair and all just for her.

"There you are," he whispered to her, "Good girl... good beautiful girl..."

May bit her lip, and sighed in pleasure. The others around them hummed in pleasure as well.

"Thank you, Jaune," she whispered, "For such a wonderful night."

He smiled, and began to stroke her hair, "No problem, May."

She looked to all of them. All of the people who had stopped their fun just to pleasure her, just to love her, just to show her how much she meant to them.

It was... it was so much.

"...Thank you, my love," she looked from Jaune to the others, "And all my lovers," and then back to Jaune, "For showing me what it means to feel loved."

Jaune stroked her back and hair, and smiled gently to her, "And thank you, my love... for being the one thing that you can only ever be."

"What's that?"

"Yourself."

May blushed even redder than her aching hot body already was beforehand, and muttered to him, "Have to stop doing that."

"What?"

"The compliments. Keep it up and I might become a narcissist soon enough. Might get an overinflated ego."

"Nah, you're not a narcissist," Reese called out behind her as she stroked the tanned-skinned girl's arms, guiding her smooth pale fingers over May's bronze skin as she said, "I think you just have a praise kink."

May blushed as she felt five pairs of hands begin to massage her.

"Oh?" one of the boys asked her, "Is that it?"

"Yeah," one of the girls leant in close to her ear and whispered, "Does our dear, darling, beautiful, succulent May like it when we tell her how good to us she is? Does our lovely little girl like it when we tell her how perfect for us she is? How good she feels? How good she makes us feel?"

May felt her lower lips heat up and moisten as she squirmed. Jaune held her even closer than before.

"Shhh, don't be embarrassed," he whispered to her, "I'm sure we'd be more than happy to show you how much you make us feel good... and how good we can make you feel good as well, my sweet little Desert Rose."

May's eyes widened, and she looked up at him, "Did you... have that in your head? Had it pre-prepared?"

Jaune shook his head, "Just made it up, actually. Right off the top of my head."

She blushed some more.

The rest of the room around them were beginning to succumb to post-orgasm weariness, and were dropping off into slumber. Arslan nested herself against Pyrrha's bare breasts whilst Reese pulled Roy, Brawnz, and Nadir closer to her, even while she kept a hand on May's arm. Nolan and Bolin had already drifted off to sleep in each other's bare arms, whilst Nora nuzzled against Ren's bare stomach and held him close to her.

"Hey," May paused as she looked up to Jaune. The boy was looking down at her with that same kind look in his eyes, mixed in with the drunken awkwardness from before, "Later on, I, um... do you... want to... go out somewhere?"

May's blush increased, "You mean... go out?"

"Yeah."

"As a lover?"

"Y-Yeah."

"As a... girlfriend?"

Jaune hummed, before smiling and nodding to her, "Yeah..."

"...Yes," May replied with her own smile, "I'd love to."

The two of them kissed once more, and as the alcohol finally began to mix with their aching exhaustion, May found herself slipping away into a deep sleep.

Maybe she would regret what happened when she woke up. Maybe she would wake up without the alcohol in her system, consider her options, and realise that the previous few hours had been a major mistake.

Maybe...

But that was a problem for future May. She could deal with the consequences of tonight in the morning.

For now, May simply allowed herself to slip away into her sleep, cradled by her new lover and partner, and filled with no regrets at all.

Surrounded by lovers.

Surrounded by love.


Omakes:


A Peeping Tom:

"Fuck," Nebula muttered to herself as she kept her fingers deep within her own pussy with one hand and held her other over her own mouth. The door crack that she was staring through did not give her much of a view of what was happening within the room, but what little view there was, mixed with the sounds and smells, gave her enough information to know what was happening in there.

The Lonely Sightless Whore was getting railed by a dozen people.

She could hear them, see them, smell their scents and sex. May was surrounded by less than a dozen people and they were licking her, probing her, teasing her and fucking her and loving her.

And the bitch was loving every moment of it.

Nebula growled as she kept her fingers deep within herself. There was no one in the corridor (it was late at night, and no one else would be wandering around at this time), but even if there was she wouldn't care. She was too deep in her own angry lust to give a damn if anyone saw her.

Her fingers moved in and out of her like a piston. Arousal dripped down her legs and drew glistening lines across her reddening skin. Her breath became laboured and heavy with every passing second. A line of drool dribbled down her cheek.

It should be her. It should be her in the centre of that pile. She hated May. She hated the Lonely Sightless Whore. She was supposed to be a Vacuoan pureblood - a strong warrior and representative of all that their great kingdom stood for - and yet she did nothing but stew in her own weakness and cowardice. So why was she there, now? Why was she receiving the praise and love and attention and affection when she had done nothing to deserve it? Why is she in there and not in my arms-

She did not like May. She did not she did not she did not.

She didn't like May. She didn't like her one bit. She hated her. She hated how she constantly coward behind her teammates. She hated how she held no strength within herself. She hated how she had allowed herself to be half-blinded and reduced to nothing but a snivelling mess. She hated how she cried all the time. She hated how delicious her tanned skin looked and how kissable her lips seemed and how plump her breasts were and how much Nebula wanted to touch them and taste them and nurse them and fuck them and-

Stop it stop it stop it stop it.

She didn't understand why the others were so okay with it. Why did they constantly admit that they wanted to fuck May when in private? Why did they constantly rub themselves to her and moan her name when in private when they couldn't even hold up that image in private? Why did they fuck themselves and each other to the Lonely Sightless Whore's name and body when they abused and hated her in public, whilst having the audacity to say that she needed to admit to herself a love that didn't even exist in the first place?

The others backed away from May. The blond boy approached her and pierced her once more.

The blond boy. The same blond boy who was the weakest of his team. The blond boy who had no right to be on the same team as Pyrrha Nikos, or any of his peers. The blond boy that made a mockery of himself and his team during the Vytal Festival tournament rounds.

The same blond boy who had humiliated her in front of her teammates in the middle of a bar.

(And it had been the hottest thing that she had ever seen...)

Fuck's sake, she should be in there, teaching them their place. She should be in there showing them where they belong. She should be in there grinding the blond boy under her heel. She should be in there showing the Lonely Sightless Whore where she belonged. She should be in there dominating them and domineering them and getting down on her knees and sucking away at Daddy's cock and licking Mommy's pussy before they fucked every whole in her and-

They came. She came with them.

She pulled her hand up as she tried to catch her breath. Her fingers were covered in her own juices.

Without a second thought, she shoved them into her own mouth and suckled them like she was a baby, tasting herself and her own sex on her fingertips.

She couldn't do this. She was Nebula Violette. She was the leader of Team NDGO. She was the strongest of all of Vacuo and Shade, and therefore everyone who had come to this shitty school for this shitty festival in the first place. She wasn't some useless whore. She was stronger than that. She was strength, power, dignity, and providence! She was not some useless slut who wanted to be dominated and used and degraded and taught her place by Mommy and Daddy and-

She let out a quiet moan at the thought.

"Fuck."


Liquid Courage:

"Hey Melanie?"

"What? What's up?"

"What did you give those guys?"

"Who? Blond boy, Pyrrha Nikos, and their table's worth of friends?"

"No, the gaggle of baboons that we keep in the basement. Yes, those guys."

"Oh."

"What did you give them?"

"What, at first?"

"Yeah, the beer that they ordered. What was it?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean, you don't know?"

"I mean, I don't know. I just gave them some of the cheap crap that we keep under the bar side. Why?"

"Which cabinet?"

"Why?"

"We were keeping a few orders of drink under the bar while Junior get's everything fixed up from the blonde bitch's rampage, and we never got around to moving them all. The buyer's come to collect."

"The beer?"

"Yes Mel, the beer. Someone ordered a lot of that special beer and we've been keeping it under the bar for safe keeping."

"Seriously, Mil? We got the repairs to the bar done weeks ago, and this beer stuff couldn't have been moved down to the basement then?"

"Mel, that's just what I'm getting from the guys. That's the excuse that I'm getting. It's not my fault they're all lazy idiots who can't even be bothered to carry a couple of bottles of beer down into the basement. Now which cabinet did you take the beer out of?"

"Ugh, that one."

"...Shit. That's the one that the special beer was being kept in."

"Seriously? The fuck is so special about this beer?"

"I don't know, Melanie. I just-"

"Hang on, let me just... 'Sex Pollen'?"

"What?"

"'Take a single sip of this liquid courage, and you'll be rearing to go and jump head first into a night of drunken lust and debauchery'... that's a terrible tagline."

"Melanie-"

"I could've come up with a better tagline in my sleep."

"Melanie-"

"'Come for the drink, cum for the night'. That's much better."

"Melanie."

"What?"

"You're an idiot, Melanie."

"...I'm a sexy idiot, thank you very much."


Energetically Overwhelming:

Team RWBY were peacefully lounging in their room, reading their scrolls and books and writing in their diaries (Journals! cried Weiss Schnee) and even playing with Zwei on the floor (dammit Blake, would you stop clinging to the ceiling whenever he is around? It was kind of cute at first but now it's just getting annoying). It had been a long day for them, continuously fighting from round to round in the Vytal Festival tournament and dealing with all the press and paparazzi in between each battle as well, so now they just wanted to sit down in their room for a while, relax, catch their breath, and-

"I AM NOT OVERWHELMING! I AM WHELMING!"

(R)WBY jumped in place, and swerved their heads towards their red caped team leader. She just stared at them and blinked.

"Ruby... who are you talking to?"

"I... who am I talking to?"


Queen (Desert) Rose:

"Make way, sluts! The queen bee is coming through!"

May pushed her hands into her face, flushed red with embarrassment, as she was carried through the hallways of Beacon Academy by the dozen Hunters-in-training beneath her, that being BRN(Z), ARBN, and JNPR, the three teams lifting her up into the air and calling out for everyone to move to the side and let them pass as they walked.

Gods, this was embarrassing.

"Move your fat asses, people! Hop on it, let's go let's go let's go!"

Soooooooooooooo embarrassing...

"Come on, people! Make way and bow! Bow before your queen!"

Many people laughed. Many more stared in amusement. A few even jokingly bowed to them- to her.

May just blushed as red as a tomato, and let out a groan of embarrassment for all to see.

She was going to make them pay for this. She didn't know how, but she was going to make them suffer for this.

But as she looked around and saw the people watching her looking at her with amusement and interest, and not cruel humiliating stares like those back home in Vacuo, she realised that it may not be as bad as she thought.

She'd let this lot have their fun for now, but make no mistake, she was going to get them all back for this-

"Come on, losers and weepers! Bow before your queen and god! Bow before the queen of the Desert Roses!"

-And by the gods, it was going to be sweet.

(She didn't look at the members of Team NDGO as they passed by. If she did, then she might've seen the way that they rubbed their thighs and licked their lips...)


And here we are, my first ever smut fiction!

I have to say, for a long time I've always wondered if I should write a smut scene into one of my stories. Hell, at this point I've been wondering whether I should add a sex scene into Ascendancy, though I'm still not sure what reason I would need to have one put in there and whether it would work to the plot or not.

So I decided to write one on its own! My first ever smut fiction, featuring my favourite dark horse of the RWBY universe, May Zedong, along with my favourite dark horse pairing, Jaune X May, or Arcshot!

(Can we please have some Jaune X May art that isn't smut? Please? Does anybody know some contacts? Vecna, I know you know some people? Think you could spread the world, please? I'd commission some, but I don't have money.)

Anyways, throughout this fic, I made the decision of making the sex between these two dorks a bit more realistic than most fics. That's because I couldn't write any sex that wasn't already kind of realistic. I couldn't find it within myself to go really wild with the dick and tit sizes that a lot of other fics do. I just couldn't do it to myself.

TLDR: first times are quick and messy, and will leave you sore and aching in the morning. It isn't as romantic as the films and pornos make them out to be.

Also, humonguous dicks and tits seems like it would be more of a detriment than a positive addition. Just saying.

Jaune: OH GOD, THIS THING HAS BEEN DRAGGING BEHIND ME AND SCRAPING ACROSS THE GROUND AND- {RIIIIIIIP} -AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!

May: *can't leave her bed because her ginormous breasts have left her with chronic back pains and swellings*

Just saying.

Also, I understand that having ARBN in this fic when it's mainly about May and Jaune, but I wanted to include the headcanon of Arslan and Pyrrha being old rivals, and in this fic they become lovers, which I think hasn't been done before, so... yay!

Also, shoutout to Team JNRZ and DidYouTryDynamite! If you saw the reference that I put in this fic to that story and universe, then congratulations!

Little known fact: half of this fic was written whilst I was at my Dad's, and man that was awkward.

For me. Neither my Dad or anyone else ever figured out what I was doing.

Anyways, I've got to go and finally update Ascendancy, so please, leave a review, give us a favourite, and tell me what you think! I've been thinking about following up on this with Neon and NDGO, but I'm not sure. I'll have a think about it, but don't get your hopes up.

But, until then, stay safe, stay healthy, stay hydrated, and with all that said and done, I shall see you all next time!

Titanmaster 117 out!