Just Say No to No Nut November

by Mallobaude

While others might view her as stubborn and cynical, Blake considered herself to be an educated and realistic girl. As such when the topic of No Nut November came up, she reasonably believed that no man could fight his base desires if given the opportunity to indulge in them. Cover art by Bumblebee358.

Sometimes you just needed a night off. A night to relax. A night to do nothing. A night to lie back and read to your heart's content. That, and just mindlessly browse the internet.

Normally Blake was not the type of girl who'd do anything 'mindlessly', but after the week, the month, the semester, and the entire year she'd had, all she really wanted to do was relax in her bed and vegetate doing nothing but enjoying some time on her scroll. Between leaving the White Fang, coming to Beacon, her secret being exposed to her friends, hunting Roman Torchwick, battling the White Fang, the docks, the breach, and now finals? She was done. She was so done with all of this. She could forgive herself for wanting not to engage in any kind of intellectual activities that would put a strain on her brain.

However, as she mindlessly scrolled through forums and comment sections of her favorite websites, there was a phrase which had come up more than a handful of times. It was November, so at least that put it into context, but she still had no idea what the actual term meant.

Without bothering to glance up from her scroll, Blake spoke to her gathered teammates who were also occupying their own beds doing their own things.

"Have any of you ever heard of No Nut November?"

Ruby was the first to answer, offering a short and concise response. "Nope."

Weiss was next, and as per usual gave a more elegant sort of reply. "No, I don't believe I have. Is it some kind of abstention from eating peanuts?"

"Which aren't actually nuts," Ruby offered helpfully. "They're legumes."

"Thanks for the lecture, Dr. Oobleck," her sister commented from the bed above.

A glance over at Ruby's own bed showed the younger girl stick her tongue out playfully at Yang.

That was strike two. All that was left was Yang, and if she didn't know then she was out of luck. She'd have to search up the term, and judging by the kinds of forums she'd seen the phrase used in, such as her favorite Ninjas of Love fansite, she wasn't too sure she wanted to delve down that rabbit hole.

"So you mean you haven't heard of it, Blake?" Yang continued, perking Blake's interest. Her ears twitched, and she glanced at the bed above hers despite the fact that she couldn't see her partner's face.

Golden eyes continued to stare at the scroll in front of her. "I haven't. What is it?"

This time however, a flood of blonde hair spilled down from over the side of the bed, and Blake turned her attention just in time to see Yang's upside down face hanging down from the top bunk to regard her. She wore that typical devious smirk of hers when she was about to say something provocative or controversial. Leave it to Yang of all people to be familiar with the unknown term that Blake was curious about.

"It's when people, mostly guys, decide that they don't wanna jerk off for the whole month of November. It's some whole big meme online."

Blake's nose twitched. She supposed that made sense. Nut... nutting... yeah she'd spent way too much time on questionable fan sites and forums for her favorite books and TV shows. It wasn't her fault that Ninjas of Love had so many shippable characters and well-written love scenes. It wasn't her fault that the art scene had so many dedicated fans of lewd drawings either. While many were poorly done or straight up questionable in nature, there were also pieces which were truly beautiful and clearly had both talent and passion behind them.

Not that any of her friends needed to know this. No, she was going to stick to the subject at hand. One which clearly all of her friends did not appreciate.

"Men are pigs," Weiss growled.

Were they? Masturbation was perfectly natural, not to mention healthy for both physical and mental reasons. Leave it to someone like Weiss to paint the picture in strictly black and white terms.

"Aw come on, Weiss," Yang goaded. "Let's not act like you've never rubbed one out before."

Not that Blake would know, since she'd never seen or heard anything like that from Weiss in all their months together. However, it did pique her interest more than just a little, and she spared a look over to Weiss' bed to gauge the heiress' reaction.

Weiss sputtered a protest, pulling her bare knees up to her nightgown-clad chest. "I most certainly have not!" she argued. "And this entire conversation is disgusting and perverted. We're not only ladies, we're huntresses, and we need to conduct ourselves as such."

Blake thought that the lady protested a little bit too much. Who knew what went on behind the closed doors of the shower? She didn't know, and honestly didn't want to know. She most certainly didn't think about any of her teammates in such a manner.

Still, the subject of No Nut November did intrigue Blake on a more logical level, and all of her questions were still not answered. "So what do they get if they succeed?" she asked Yang. "Is there some sort of betting system? Are there prizes? How do they determine if someone has actually done it or not?"

The fact that she not only asked Yang, but fully expected her to be able to answer these questions, said a lot about the reputation which her best friend had earned. Leave it to Yang Xiao Long to know about internet masturbation contests.

"Nah, there's no prize," she explained. "Honestly there's nothing to really get out of it. People just do it for fun. A test of wills, if you will. And it's done strictly by the honor system. No one's taking a blacklight to the room to check for stains."

That certainly painted a picture. One which Blake definitely didn't want to imagine. A cold chill ran through her body. She wondered if she would find anything in here if she were to turn the lights off and use an ultraviolet light to examine the room. After all, they weren't the first team to ever use the beds here. And more than that, both Yang and Ruby didn't seem too perturbed by the conversation at hand...

Blake cleansed her mind with a good amount of brain bleach before continuing.

"So they just decide they won't masturbate for a month," she stated. "For no reason. No gain. No reward. Just... to do it."

"Can we seriously not?" Weiss interrupted.

The two partners on the other side of the room paid her protests no heed.

"Pretty much," Yang confirmed. "Like I said, it's mostly just a meme, and you know how people love being a part of one. Like remember when all those fully grown men and women became Peties when that new Pumpkin Pete cartoon came out?"

Ah yes. The Peties. They had been a blip on the radar in the grand scheme of things, but they would also go down as being one of the most passionate and pervasive subcultures in internet history.

"I don't buy it," Blake said. "There's no way that many men would willingly swear off masturbating for an entire month for no reason other than a meme."

Blake considered herself to be an educated young woman. Others might have said she was stubborn or cynical. Whatever the case, she simply could not accept the fact that men would seriously buy into the practice. Weiss may have painted the picture with a broad stroke, but the core of her message was true. Men were sexually-driven creatures. If they weren't getting any action from a lover, you could be sure they were getting some by their own hand. To give that up willingly for an entire month went against everything Blake believed about the opposite sex.

"Why not ask someone?" Yang suggested. "You're friends with Sun, right? You should totally ask him if he's doing No Nut November."

Blake's nose scrunched in response. Yes, she and Sun were friends. However, to Sun she was more than just that. He was interested in her romantically. To her, however, he was just a friend. He wasn't exactly the sort of guy she could imagine dating. He was loud, wild, and frankly speaking, a bit on the immature side. He would fit in perfectly in a frat house at a university. That wasn't exactly the sort of personality Blake was looking to become romantically entangled with.

"I would rather not," she answered honestly. "It might give him the wrong idea.'

Yang hummed. "Ouch. And I thought Weiss was the Ice Queen."

"Hey!"

Blake smirked at Weiss' high-pitched protest. Oddly enough Weiss was the only girl on their team who'd actively been pursuing a romantic relationship. While her reputation as the resident Ice Queen was well-earned, it certainly didn't apply to her budding relationship with Neptune.

"You could go for Ren then," Yang suggested next. "But then again with his whole laid-back zen thing he might actually be the exception to the rule and not do it on the regular either."

"You might also not wanna ask him about that sort of thing if you don't wanna get your legs broken," Ruby helpfully pointed out.

That was also a good point. Ren's rather emotionless personality aside, Blake didn't want to be on the receiving end of Nora's wrath if she started asking her obvious crush about his masturbation habits. Even a fool wouldn't take that risk.

Wait. Fool? There was another guy in their close circle of friends. One who despite his best efforts wasn't dating anyone. One who Blake could absolutely picture taking part in such a ridiculous online meme like No Nut November.

"I could ask Jaune," she suggested.

"You could," Yang agreed. "In fact, I say you should. Then you could come back and give us all the juicy details."

Her nose wrinkled and her eyes narrowed. Blake wasn't sure what Yang meant by 'juicy'. Knowing her, it could be either of the definitions which came to mind.

"Why? Are you interested?"

Yang hummed. "Eh, I'm always interested in weird personal details. Life's too short to be a prude. If one of our friends is having some sort of weird fun you better believe I wanna know about it. Isn't that right, Weiss?"

Again, the heiress appeared both flustered and frustrated by the attention being focused on her. "Why do you keep assuming I do lewd things?"

"Because we all do! Don't act like you're all high and mighty and don't do normal stuff that all people do."

"I do not engage in that kind of activity!"

"Well then you're missing out, Weiss. Honestly, maybe you could use a little bit of it. You'd be way less stressed out. You could always ask Neptune..."

As Yang and Weiss bickered about the finer points of their private activities, the wheels were spinning in Blake's mind. Men were only human, after all. They had perfectly normal biological needs which were ingrained in them. It was simple physiology. They had the urge to do it as a means to help the species survive. They all did, women included.

As such Blake just could not wrap her mind around the fact that they would willingly give up the simple pleasure of orgasm just for a meme. It went against everything she knew about men and their base desires. They only wanted one thing. Given the opportunity they would gladly take it.

Blake would prove that this was true. Come tomorrow she would ask Jaune if he was taking part in the meme, and she would be completely unsurprised when he said that either he wasn't, or that he'd already failed in his endeavors to refrain from what men wanted most.

---

It wasn't often that Jaune found himself in the library, but here he was. As much as he loved his team there were times he just needed to get away. They were in the midst of their final exams, and after that the Vytal Tournament was right around the corner. As such he needed some peace and quiet to study, as well as time to get away from the rigorous training that he and his teammates were putting themselves through.

Seated at a desk by himself, Jaune poured over the open history textbook preparing for Dr. Oobleck's upcoming test. He'd learned a lot over the past semester, and he was determined to get at the very least a passing grade. In fact, Jaune was shooting for a solid B. As such there would be no comic books. No distractions. No being lazy. All of the issues which had plagued him during the first half of his career at Beacon were out the window now. He was going to become a huntsman, and he was going to graduate with flying colors.

So immersed in his studies was he that he hadn't even noticed when someone had approached his table and took a seat next to him.

"I'm impressed with your dedication."

His body jumped slightly from the sudden scare, and Jaune looked up from his book to see none other than Blake sitting across from him. It made sense that the quiet and stealthy girl had snuck up on him, but with how invested he was in his studies he wouldn't have been surprised if a fully electrified Nora or fiery-haired Yang would have been able to do the same.

"Oh, hey, Blake," he smiled. She wore a neutral expression of her own on her lips. "What's up?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt your studying, but I was wondering if I could ask you a question."

Stretching out his arms and rotating his neck, Jaune pushed the book a few inches away from him. "Nah, it's fine. I could probably use a little break anyway. Stare at walls of text for long enough and your eyes start to hurt."

That comment earned a tiny smile from Blake. "I know what you mean."

"I could definitely use a little distraction right now while my brain recovers. So what did you want to ask me about?"

Blake folded her hands neatly atop the table. Sharp golden eyes pierced into his. Whatever this question was, it must have been serious.

"I was just curious if you've ever heard of something called No Nut November."

Jaune blinked. That definitely hadn't been the question he'd been expecting. Not even in the same hemisphere. "Uh, yeah. I've heard of it."

She nodded. "May I ask if you take part in it?"

Okay, this line of questioning was becoming weirder and weirder, especially coming from a girl like Blake. Yang or Nora he could definitely understand, but Blake? What would be next? Would Weiss offer to help train him? Would Nora ask to watch porn with him?

"Um, well..." he said, an arm reaching back to rub his neck nervously.

"Your reaction says it all," she said before he could fully answer the question. Blake was a perceptive girl, and his reaction must have been a tell.

"I mean, yeah I'm trying it out this year," he admitted. "I'm just curious why you want to know about it?"

It was more than a little bit weird that Blake was suddenly interested in his masturbation habits. Then again, how much did he actually know Blake? She wasn't an open book like Yang or Ruby. She was a quiet, mysterious, and aloof young woman who kept her interests and emotions close to her chest. Out of everyone in their circle of friends, Jaune would say he knew the least about Blake. Not because she was the least interesting to him, but because she out of everyone didn't let people in so easily.

"Why?" she asked point blank. "Why do something like that when there's no benefit in doing so? No prize? No reward? What do you get out of it?"

To be honest, Jaune had never put this much thought into No Nut November. To him it was just a meme. Something to do as part of a larger community of like-minded people. There was no logical reason as to why.

"Just for fun, I guess," he explained. At the same time it felt like he was explaining and justifying it to himself. "Nothing else, really. Like you said there's no prize for winning. It's just something to do, or not do I guess, for fun."

"But isn't the act of doing it fun in and of itself?" she asked. Blake leaned into the table, her unwavering gaze boring holes into his eyes. "That's the point of doing it in the first place. It feels good. You're denying yourself a healthy and natural feeling for the sake of fun?"

Jaune never would have thought that he would be having a philosophical discussion about masturbation in Beacon Academy's library, but here he was. He was glad that there weren't a whole lot of other people in the room right now. Still, Blake didn't seem bothered by the topic so he shouldn't be either, right?

"Well, yeah," he agreed. "But I guess it's just also fun to do something pointless and stupid sometimes."

Blake frowned, and her jaw shifted back and forth as she pondered the explanation. "I don't really get it. Is this one of those 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' sort of things? Like when December comes around it'll make the experience all the more enjoyable?"

It made sense that she didn't understand the mindset. Blake was a serious and studious girl. With that being said, Jaune wondered how she found out about No Nut November in the first place.

"No, I don't look at it like that. I mean sure, on December 1st it'll feel incredible doing it for the first time in a month, but that's not why I'm doing it." He blinked, realizing what words were leaving his mouth. "And I can't believe I'm talking about this sort of thing so openly with you."

She waved off his concern with a flick of her hand. "It's fine, trust me. But do you really think you could make it the whole month? What if something tempts you? Like you see something online that you really want to enjoy?"

Jaune already had that taken care of. "That's why I'm not going to be going to any of those kinds of websites all month."

Blake leaned in closer and lowered her voice. "And what if, just hypothetically speaking, you had a steamy picture of Weiss? Do you think you'd be able to resist?"

This had taken a sudden and specific turn. Did Blake have such a picture of Weiss? Was she offering it to him? Whatever the case, he would deny her. Not just because it would be unfair to Weiss. Not just because he wanted to participate in No Nut November. He also simply wasn't interested in the heiress in that way anymore.

"Maybe if this was a few months ago," he admitted. "But not now. She's made it pretty clear she's not interested in me, and so I shouldn't waste my time thinking about her like that anymore. She's just a friend. I think. Nothing more."

"I see..." she said. Blake stood up from her seat and pushed it back into the table. "Well, that answers that. Thank you for your time, Jaune."

He nodded, giving her a tiny smile. "Sure. Anytime, I guess?"

Blake turned halfway, and lifted her hand to give him a half hearted wave. "I'll be seeing you, then."

"Right. See you later."

Blake stalked away from his table, leaving Jaune to silently wonder just what the heck had happened. The oddest of conversations had just happened with the most unexpected of girls.

She hadn't meant to bother him, but Jaune now wondered if he would be able to get back into the studying mood.

---

So he had no real reason, and yet he was still doing it? Blake didn't understand. She simply didn't understand.

Her world was one which was built on facts and logic. People just didn't do things for no reason. They didn't deny themselves things for no benefit. This whole No Nut November thing just made zero sense to her.

Entering back inside her team's room she found the place deserted. That was fine. She could get some studying of her own done. She approved of Jaune finally taking his own studies seriously, and just because her mind was preoccupied with this whole No Nut November thing didn't mean that she should start slacking off either.

Grabbing her own history textbook and notebook she took a seat at the room's only desk and opened up both. Her notes were meticulous, and it would be no trouble at all to refresh herself on what were the most important dates and events discussed over the past semester. As her golden eyes stared down at her handwriting, however, she found her mind unable to fully focus on the words before her.

There was no way someone, especially a guy like Jaune, could last a whole month. Blake may not have been a man, but she understood them. She'd been with one. They really only wanted one thing. How could she prove it, though?

Sadly Blake was lacking in any hot and lewd pictures of Weiss. Even if she did have one, however, she would never betray her friend by circulating it. Even to someone who she knew wouldn't pass it around like Jaune. No, she would simply have to find another way to make the boy crack. But how? He already said he wouldn't be going to porn websites. How could she prove to both him and herself that if given the opportunity a guy would whip it out and satisfy his basic carnal desires?

If not porn... if not Weiss... then...

Blake glanced down at her chest. She couldn't believe she was even thinking about doing this, but it really wasn't such a big deal.

She stood up and removed her Beacon-issued jacket and placed it on her bed. Her red ribbon came next, which she tossed on top of the jacket. Wearing only her white blouse now, Blake's nimble fingers came up and undid the top few buttons. What was left was an exposed clavicle, as well as cleavage held by a black lace bra. All in all it was no more skin than she would show when wearing a bikini. There was absolutely nothing overly lewd about it, only the name of the top which currently concealed the majority of her breasts.

Looking into the room's full length mirror, Blake admired her form. She knew she was a beautiful young woman, and with her blouse half undone and the contrast of her black bra on display, she looked even more appealing than usual. Her boobs, while not as big as Yang's, were still above average. More than enough to get the motor of any guy running and make him want to take care of that little problem in his pants.

She grabbed her scroll next and held it up. Making sure not to catch her face in the shot, Blake took a picture of her upper body leaning forward slightly in order to get a perfect angle of her cleavage. Satisfied with the shot, she opened up her messages and attached her newly-taken picture to the text she was about to send Jaune.

Happy No Nut November, read the message. Pausing a moment, Blake took a breath before hitting the send button. The soft beep of the message being sent rang like a bell. The die had been cast.

"Let's see if you make it through the night," she said smugly to herself.

There was no way, given the opportunity, that a guy like Jaune wouldn't be tempted by a body like hers. Men only wanted one thing, and given the opportunity, they would take it.

---

Jaune hadn't slept well that night. It wasn't a matter of frying his brain with studying. Well, there had been that. However, the cause of his distress had been something which wasn't distressing at all. In fact, it was quite amazing. Tantalizing. Dare he say, sexy.

Why had Blake sent him a picture of herself in a bra!

Of course he wasn't one hundred percent certain it was her, seeing how her face wasn't in the shot, but who else could it be? It was from Blake's number. The girl had long black hair. She wore a Beacon school uniform. And, if he was being honest, she had a very slender and attractive figure like he imagined that Blake would have. So if he was ninety-nine percent sure that Blake had in fact sent him a sexy picture of herself, the only question now was, why?

Did she like him or something? Was that why she'd brought up Weiss the previous day? Was it some sort of roundabout way of finding out if he was still interested in her? No. No way. Absolutely not. Blake was not into him like that. That was just him imagining things. So then why had she sent the picture? What was her goal in this?

Despite wanting to know the answers to these questions so badly, he was utterly terrified to speak to her. What if it had been an accident? What if she had meant to send that picture to Sun instead of him? He'd never gotten a follow up message from her telling him it was a mistake. Or to delete it. He absolutely would have if she'd asked, but seeing how she hadn't...

Jaune sat there at the library table again, this time completely unable to focus on the book in front of him. Today it was botany for Professor Peach's class, and right now the only melons he was able to think about were the two that were nestled in Blake's soft, lacy, black bra...

Oh man, he wasn't going to get any work done today.

Nervously tapping a pen on his notebook, Jaune wondered what his next move should be. Should he try and confront Blake? Should he wait for her to approach him? Surely she knew what she'd done, even if it was an accident. Why now of all times? Why when he was trying to focus on his studies did something like this need to happen? As pleasant as they were to think about, and even more so to stare at, the last thing he needed right now were Blake's perfectly-proportioned boobs on his mind!

"You seem antsy."

Jaune jumped as he had the previous day, suppressing a yelp of both surprise and pain as his knees slammed into the underside of the table. Glancing up, he once more saw the expressionless face of Blake Belladonna staring down on him.

She wasn't angry. She wasn't embarrassed. She was just as unreadable as she always was. Jaune didn't know whether to be concerned or not by this fact.

"Oh, um, hey, Blake..." he answered uneasily.

The girl hummed, and as she had the previous day slid the chair out from the table and sat down in it. Her piercing eyes regarded him inquisitively, and Jaune felt himself squirm under such a silent and intimidating gaze.

"How was your night? Did you sleep well?"

This had to be intentional. There was no way she wasn't referring to the picture she'd sent. Jaune decided that honesty would be the best policy. Nothing had happened. He had nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing to feel guilty about.

"Uneventful," he said truthfully. "Other than the fact that I was surprised and concerned over the picture you sent me."

Her lips curled into a gentle frown. "Concerned," she echoed. "Not exactly the word I was expecting."

"I didn't do anything," he insisted. "It was a mistake, right? You meant to send that to someone else like Sun maybe."

Her frown deepened. "No, it wasn't a mistake. And Sun? No. We're not like that."

That surprised Jaune. He would have sworn that given the interest Sun was showing in Blake that the two of them would be an item. Then again despite the interest he'd shown in Weiss earlier in the year she had no interest back in him. He supposed it took two to tango. One-sided crushes were more of the norm than the exception.

"Oh. I see."

"But I am surprised to hear that you didn't do anything," she continued. "As in, nothing? Nothing at all? You didn't see that picture and need to... take care of business?"

Oh. Oh... Was that the angle here? Thinking back to her line of questioning from yesterday he supposed it made sense. Blake had wondered about his resolve when it came to No Nut November. As a result she'd sent him quite a sexy picture in order to tempt him. While Jaune didn't understand the reasoning behind it, he at least understood the intention. For whatever reason, Blake wanted him to fail No Nut November.

"I didn't," he confirmed.

"And you're telling the truth?"

Jaune nodded firmly. He may have been a screwup but he wasn't a liar. Well except that whole Beacon transcript thing, but that was totally different. Apples and oranges. He had a good reason to lie about that. He was going to help people and save lives. Lying about jacking off benefited no one.

"I am," he told her. The truth had steeled his resolve, and his tone was confident and firm as he spoke to the girl. "You're really pretty, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't have an effect on me, but I didn't do it. I didn't masturbate to it."

Blake seemed to deflate at those words. Maybe it was a blow to her pride. It shouldn't have been. Blake was an undoubtedly beautiful girl, and under any other circumstances Jaune would have been happy to cum to a shot of her tits. However in the month of November he had a mission. One he was determined to see to the end.

"I see. If you say so, I suppose I will just have to believe you. This entire thing is based on the honor system, after all."

He nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Sorry." He didn't know why he was apologizing for not jerking off to a picture of one of his friends, but it just felt right. "It's not that I wouldn't want to or anything, but, well, I wanna stay strong for No Nut November. That's all."

She stood up, having stayed for far less time than yesterday. "Don't worry about it. I understand."

Did she? Blake seemed rather irritated by the fact that he hadn't caved to her beauty.

"Um, I'll see you around?" he asked as she strode away.

Blake stopped and glanced back at him. "You will," she stated ominously before leaving the library.

If there was ever a line Jaune would attribute to a movie villain, it was what Blake had just said. It oozed cold malice. It promised retribution. There was more on Blake's mind than what she'd just revealed here and now, and Jaune was both intrigued and terrified to find out what she was going to do.

---

Blake slammed her door shut and snarled. How? How could he have resisted her? Her boobs were great!

She didn't have any reason to doubt Jaune's claim that he hadn't masturbated last night. After all, it wasn't like they weren't comfortable talking about that sort of thing. It wasn't like she hadn't exposed most of her chest to him. If he had done it then he would have admitted it. Jaune, for all his faults, was a standup kind of guy. So this clearly meant that he had not taken the liberty of cumming to her sexy body.

Blake threw herself onto her bed with a snarl, not at all in the mood to study. This was way more important than final exams anyway. This challenged her very world beliefs. Men only wanted one thing. As extreme as Weiss had made it sound the other day, men were pigs. Had it been Sun, or Neptune, or Cardin, or a plethora of other students at this school, they would have whipped it out and jerked it multiple times to the sensual shot she'd taken. And yet Jaune hadn't. He, despite her best efforts, had resisted the temptation to ruin his No Nut November.

Her head came up from the pillow. Or had it been her best effort?

Rolling over onto her back, Blake stared at the makeshift top bunk above her. Sure, her breasts were great, but they weren't her finest asset. Blake knew what she was packing. Even without the hushed whispers and rumors that made their way through the school, she knew what people noticed about her. Aside from a beautiful face, long and silky black hair, a chest that only few could surpass, and a slender yet curvy figure, Blake knew that her butt was her finest feature. The Bellabooty, as it had become known in the circles of boys who ogled their female peers, was the stuff of legends. Perhaps it was time to show that some legends were real.

Blake stood from her bed and once more approached the room's mirror. As she had the prior day she began unbuttoning her blouse, but unlike yesterday she went all the way down until she could remove the offending garment. Her plaid skirt came next, and she slid it down her long, pale legs until it hit the floor. Stepping out of it she threw it on top of her bed along with her shirt, leaving herself nearly naked, dressed in only her bra and panties. Purple was the color of choice today, but unlike the previous day she'd opted to wear something a bit more unorthodox below the waist.

Shifting her body and turning her head to look back, Blake peeked in the mirror to see a bountiful thong-clad butt staring back at her. Just like with her chest shot before, this was no worse than what she would have shown in an average string bikini, and those were perfectly legal on the beach. A knowing smirk graced her lips.

"Now that is one fine ass," she told herself. "Let's see Jaune resist this."

Giving it a playful little slap to hype herself up, Blake grabbed her scroll and held it so that she would be able to get the perfect shot in the mirror. Once again she angled it so that no defining features above her shoulders could be seen, and she turned her body to prominently show her backside.

She took a couple of pictures before bringing her scroll up to examine the results. They were excellent. Maybe she could have a future in photography on the side along with being a huntress. Still, ever the perfectionist, Blake wanted a few more options and so held the scroll once more to get a few more choice shots at her glorious rear end.

Just in time for the door to open and her partner to barge in unannounced.

"Oh shit," Yang breathed, stopping in her tracks.

Blake recoiled immediately, standing up straight and hiding her scroll behind her back. "Oh. Hi, Yang."

"Um, Blake?" she asked, her eyes deadset on her best friend at Beacon. "Were you taking sexy selfies or yourself?"

Someone like Weiss or Ruby probably would have averted their gaze, or better yet, not pressed the unspoken issue at hand. Leave it to Yang to unashamedly ask pointblank what Blake had been doing.

"It doesn't matter," she said, racing over to her bed to retrieve her clothes. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable being seen in such a state of undress, they saw each other like this every day. It was more the reason why she was almost nude which made Blake feel uneasy here and now.

"Well it does to me," Yang pressed, grinning as Blake concealed her torso with her shirt. "So who's the lucky guy? It's Sun, isn't it?"

Finished with buttoning up her blouse, Blake grabbed her skirt next. "No, they're not for Sun."

"Aha! So they were sexy selfies for someone!"

Blake's eyes narrowed and a snarl slipped through her lips as she adjusted her skirt into place. "They're for myself," she lied. "There, happy?"

The annoying smile persisted on Yang's face, and her eyebrows rose at the explanation she'd been offered. "And you expect me to believe that? Trust me, I know all about being vain. How could I not be when I have hair like this?" Yang ran a hand through her long golden locks, flipping it annoyingly as if she fancied herself some sort of runway model. "But taking pics of your own butt to admire yourself? Even I can't buy that."

It was a pretty ridiculous excuse, but Blake had nothing else to offer. She certainly couldn't tell Yang that she was doing this to try and break Jaune's No Nut November streak.

Hurrying to gather a few choice books, Blake wanted nothing more than for this conversation to end. "I'm going to study," said as she moved toward the door. "I'll be back later."

"Aw don't be a scaredy-cat, Blake!" she called after her. "This is a big deal! You've never shown affection like this to anyone before!"

"I'm not showing affection."

"You don't send butt pics to someone you're not into."

Blake wanted to say that she could and would, but that would only complicate the situation further.

"I'm going to study," she repeated, resting a hand on the doorknob.

"Hopefully not studying that ass," Yang quipped.

With a sigh and a glare, Blake gave her partner one last wordless look before pulling the door open and stepping outside. Once in the hallway she breathed another heavy breath. The things she did to prove she was right. Jaune had better appreciate the humiliation she'd gone through today and cave to her natural feminine beauty.

---

Another day down, another day closer to his goals. Those goals no longer only included becoming the best huntsman he could be. During this month, and especially over the last day, Jaune's goal had been to resist temptation in the face of something impossibly tantalizing.

Laying down on his bed, he sighed and closed his eyes. When he did so he could still see them. He could still see her. Even though her face wasn't in the picture, he knew those were Blake's boobs. She, for whatever reason, was trying to break him. He'd disappointed her once already, and he knew it would be a constant struggle everyday in order to do so again and again.

"You did well today," his partner Pyrrha said. Jaune's eyes opened and he glanced over to see her sitting atop her bed regarding him.

Jaune smiled and nodded against his pillow. "Thanks. You really pushed me hard today."

"Of course. With the Vytal Tournament just around the corner we all need to be at our very best."

He nodded again. Time after time Jaune was thankful to have such a wonderful friend and partner like Pyrrha. He knew that he would have been nothing without her guiding presence at his side. Less than nothing, in fact. He would have been a bloody splat on a tree, had she not saved him from his lack of a landing strategy during initiation. That combined with her unlocking his Aura and training had fast tracked him on the path to success. He may have been putting in the work, but Pyrrha was ensuring that the work had meaning and direction.

"All I'm really hoping is not to humiliate myself," he said honestly. He wasn't expecting to win. Even with a world class tournament fighter on his side, he knew that he was still lacking when compared to his peers. All he could hope for was to land a few blows and last a few minutes before being ringed out during the opening four on four contest.

"You won't," she stated confidently. "You really do have to give yourself more credit, Jaune. If nothing else your talent in strategy will guide the rest of us to victory. After all, the commander rarely fights on the front lines with the rest of the soldiers."

The commander. Jaune liked the sound of that. Sure, he may not have been the best fighter, but his keen strategic mind had been one of his greatest strengths since all the way back in initiation. In an instant he was filled with confidence and pride once more. Pyrrha could dominate. Nora could smash. Ren could evade. Leave the commanding to Jaune.

"Thanks. I think that's probably the angle we'll have to work when it comes time to fight."

His scroll buzzed, and Jaune reached over to pick it up. On the lock screen he saw that it was a message from Blake. His eyes widened and his breath hitched. Glancing over to ensure that Pyrrha couldn't see his screen, he slid his thumb across to unlock the device and open up the message.

His breath caught in his throat and he choked on the very air in the room.

He couldn't believe it. That was her ass. That was Blake Belladonna's ass. It had to be. Who else could it have been?

It was stunning. Beautiful. Full. Round. Pale. And with only a thin purple thong which was lost in those bountiful and bouncy cheeks, it looked near completely nude. Blake Belladonkadonk had just sent him the stuff of men's dreams, and Jaune couldn't believe that he was staring at the fabled Bellabooty. Other guys at Beacon would have spent shameless amounts of money for this picture, but Jaune knew it was for his eyes only. He could never betray Blake's trust, even if she was trying to get him to fail at No Nut November.

He wanted to so badly, but he knew he couldn't. Come December 1st, however... this scroll would be seeing the most action it ever had in its life.

"Jaune?" Pyrrha asked, worry in her tone. "Is everything okay?"

He realized that Pyrrha must have both seen and heard his reaction. He clenched his legs closed so that she would not see another rapidly growing reaction.

"Fine!" he squeaked. "I'm fine. Everything's fine. How are you?"

Pressing his scroll close to his chest he smiled nervously at Pyrrha. Her brow was furrowed by equal parts worry and humor as she regarded the boy she'd grown to learn was a bit of a goofball on his best days.

"I'm fine," she smiled, shaking her head softly in amusement. "Thank you for asking."

Blake's ass. Blake's ass. Blake's ass. Blake's ass. In his hands was one of the most glorious sights he'd ever laid eyes on, and he couldn't do a thing about it. Of course, he could always excuse himself to go take a shower. Or go somewhere else to find some privacy. Yes, there were plenty of places on campus where he could relieve his growing problem. All because of the sight of the sweet booty which belonged to one of the most beautiful girls he knew...

He shook his head. No! He couldn't. Well he could, but he shouldn't. Blake was testing his mettle and he would not be found wanting. He had ways around this. Ways to stave off temptation until he could finally erupt like a geyser to the incredible sight of her infamous behind.

"Pyrrha!" he shouted, sweeping his legs off the bed and standing up with a springing step. "We need to train!"

His partner appeared concerned by his sudden burst of energy. "Jaune?" she asked, tilting her head with concern. "We just trained though."

Oh he knew. What he also knew was that he needed something to distract himself from the amazing picture he'd just been texted.

"It's not enough!" he insisted. Grabbing his essential gear, he armed and armored himself in preparation for a fight. "I need more, Pyrrha! More! We can't stop! Won't stop! We need to go until I can't stand up straight anymore!"

The redheaded girl smiled softly, and stood up herself. Moving over to get her own equipment, she didn't seem too opposed to the idea. "Well if you insist, how can I say no? I don't know what's gotten into you, but if you've gotten your second wind then I suppose I have no choice."

What had gotten into him was the titillating image of Blake's behind. Pyrrha would never know that, however.

"Great! Let's go! Not a moment to lose!" Coming up behind her, Jaune gently nudged her back with his palms, ushering her to the door. "Move move move!"

Pyrrha laughed as she willingly went along with Jaune's newfound aggressive side. "Okay, okay, I'm going." She seemed more than happy to follow his lead. What a great friend and partner he had. "If you really need this then I'm more than happy to lend you a hand."

It was a far better fate than lending himself his own hand.

Filled with grim resolve, Jaune was determined to forget about the unbelievably sexy picture he'd received. Nice try, Blake, but it would take more than this to break his will.

---

Striding into Beacon's library with her head held high, Blake wondered just what she should say when Jaune admitted that she'd broken him last night. The timing had been strategic, after all. Late in the evening he was sure to be resting, probably even in bed at the moment. He would also probably be bored with nothing better to do than browse the internet on his scroll. Whatever would the poor boy do when faced with such a tempting and provocative picture from a girl he was friends with?

There he was, seated at his usual table with a book open on top of it. The young man who had once been a slacker was still dutifully hitting the books, and Blake admired his newfound dedication to his education. It was just such a shame that his dedication to No Nut November had undoubtedly crashed and burned as of last night.

His eyes rose to meet her gaze as she approached, and as she was unable to suppress a cheshire grin, Blake pulled the chair out from the table and took her usual seat across from him. She folded her hands neatly in front of her and looked at him expectantly.

"Well?" she asked. No further elaboration was needed. They both knew what she was asking about.

Then, to her shock and horror, Jaune shook his head. "Nope."

Her mouth opened and her jaw nearly hit the tabletop. "What?"

That was impossible. There was no way he could be telling the truth, could he? Then again it was as Yang had explained. It was all about the honor system. Jaune was about as honorable as they came, and he had literally no reason to lie about this. There was no prize. There was no reward. If anything the only thing on the line here was pride. Right now it was Blake's pride which was being trampled here. Both her personal beliefs and her pride as a woman.

"I didn't," he confirmed. "I wanted to. Oh man, I wanted to, but I didn't."

Well, that made her feel a little better, but the fact that he'd been able to resist both surprised and disappointed her. She desperately desired to know how.

"What did you do? Cold shower?"

He shook his head once more. "I trained. I trained a lot."

Golden eyes narrowed on him. "Trained?"

"Yup. I went and got Pyrrha and we did another round of training that night. And you'd better believe me when I say this, Blake," he spoke softer, leaning into the table closer to her. "I got my ass kicked. Oh did I get it absolutely handed to me. I insisted on it, in fact. I made Pyrrha work harder than she's ever worked before, and all that work went straight into beating me black and blue."

Blake's eyes widened at his extreme explanation. "You're kidding me!" Realizing she'd just had an outburst in the library, Blake shrunk in a little bit on herself and glanced around. Thankfully no one seemed to care about it. "You're serious?" she asked softer this time.

Jaune smiled, shaking his head as if he couldn't believe it himself. "I'm serious. I got destroyed. Wiped out. The worst ass-kicking of my life. Pyrrha felt so bad by the end of the night that she pretty much demanded to make it up to me somehow, but it did what it needed to do. By the time the night was over I couldn't even walk back to our room under my own power. Pyrrha had to help me. But in the end I couldn't even think about whacking my bag, much less having the energy to do it."

Blake was shocked beyond belief. He'd gone to such extreme lengths to ensure that he wouldn't succumb to his primal urges? He'd willingly had Pyrrha, a champion fighter and one of the most dangerous students in their school, beat him to such an extent during their training? On one hand Blake found a new reason to admire Jaune and his resolve. Not only was he stepping up his academic studies, but he was absolutely willing to go above and beyond to stick to his personal principles. Those were qualities Blake was more than familiar with, and ones she found endearing as well.

At the same time though... Jaune had been forced to physically exhaust himself in order to resist temptation. That was actually kind of... flattering. She knew he wanted to do it. She knew he found her body unbelievably attractive. The only way to stop himself from enjoying the sight of it had been to literally deprive himself of the energy and ability to do it.

Blake's pride as a woman suddenly swelled, and her body was filled with confidence and warmth as if she'd been given a truly genuine compliment.

"I see," she wound up saying softly. "So that's what happened."

"That's what happened," he confirmed.

Despite the fact that her feminine wiles were having an effect on him, the fact that she was still short on reaching her goal annoyed her. So Jaune would have rather trained his body than caved to her beauty?

Sharp golden eyes honed in on the body which was concealed by his school uniform. Thankfully it wasn't as loose or baggy as his hoodie would have been, and even in it Blake could tell that Jaune was getting absolutely jacked. All that training he'd been doing over the school year had paid off. Jaune had once started out as scraggly, as Weiss had put it, but now the way Blake would describe him would be nothing less than fit.

He was tall. Muscular. Dedicated. An average face, sure, but his body more than made up for that. Maybe a haircut would do him some good. Regardless of it though, he possessed features which Blake undoubtedly found attractive herself. She liked a good tall man. Emphasis on good. The last tall man she'd been with was, well, less than good...

He'd also been the first, and last person as it turned out, she'd ever been with intimately. Here Jaune was struggling with No Nut November for less than a month, while the last time she'd climaxed was before she'd even come to Beacon. Unlike Jaune and other men, however, she didn't feel the overwhelming urge, the craving, to satisfy those carnal desires. However...

"Well congratulations," she said, though her tone indicated that she was anything but happy for him. "You live to fight another day."

"Thanks," he offered back, and his face told her that he knew that she was disappointed. "And don't worry, I've got a lot more ass-kickings in me this month. If not Pyrrha then I'm sure Nora or Yang would be more than happy to be my sparring partner. Or maybe I could offer Weiss some free shots for all those times I wouldn't take no for an answer..."

So he'd been able to self-reflect on that phase in his life? Good for him. Though Blake wasn't sure if even Weiss would be petty enough to take him up on such an offer. They seemed to have put all that messiness behind them and were proceeding forward as friends. It made sense after how he'd helped her out with Neptune at the dance.

Right now Blake felt a bit like hitting him herself, but that was just out of her own frustration. However, she was not about to become vengeful and vindictive like a certain somebody who'd once held a place in her life...

"I'll let you get back to studying then," she said, standing from the table. "I imagine I've been enough of a distraction to you already."

He nodded grimly. "Yeah. Kind of."

Blake smirked. "I'll be seeing you later, then."

"Yeah. See ya."

Spinning on a heel Blake turned and sauntered toward the door for the third day in a row. Her confidence had been restored, but her desire to win still had not been sated. Now, however, she believed that she had an offer that he couldn't refuse.

The past year had been stressful. Incredibly so. Even before coming to Beacon she'd had plenty on her plate, and that only increased since the school year had started. A new home. New friends. New enemies. Old enemies who still occupied the back of her mind. All the pressure and tension building up, and she'd not had a release. Not even by her own hand. She'd been so preoccupied with this new life of hers, not to mention the total lack of privacy to really be able to enjoy making an evening of it, that doing that sort of thing had been unthinkable. Until now...

She wanted Jaune to lose control to prove a point, but what if she could prove it for him? What if in doing so she could satisfy her own cravings? Blake wasn't participating in this farce of a contest. Blake didn't care if she got off or not. So what if she wanted to have sex? It was perfectly healthy and natural, and what better partner, not to mention a safe one, than Jaune?

After all, he checked plenty of boxes. He was attractive. He was kind. He wasn't all over her like a slobbering dog, meaning that he wouldn't think of her as some sort of conquest. She admired his dedication to both physical and academic improvement. He was single, and neither of them would face the wrath of any overzealous, hammer-wielding childhood friends. If she wanted someone for a night of risk-free, no-strings-attached fun, who better than him?

Men may have only wanted one thing, but right now Blake wanted it too. It would be win-win. Doubly so for her.

---

It felt like the beginning of some murder-mystery TV show. Jaune had received an invitation courtesy of Blake to meet her in one of the rooms in the exchange student dormitory. The place was as foreign to him as the students who occupied it, and he couldn't begin to imagine why she'd invited him here this evening. If this was to have another conversation about this month's contest then he didn't see why they couldn't just do it in the library as they had been doing.

Jaune had stayed strong the past several days, and in that time he'd received no further pictures from Blake. Still, the two that were on his scroll remained a tempting trap each and every night. As such he'd been forced to do all manner of things to take his mind off of them. Mostly training, but there were also days where he just binged on gaming with Ruby, or group study sessions with the rest of his team. Anything to take his mind off of Blake's incredibly sweet tits and ass.

Reaching his destination he raised a hand and knocked on the door with his knuckles. It didn't take more than a second to hear a voice from within.

"It's open."

Taking a deep breath Jaune reached for the door's handle and pushed it open. Stepping inside he found a darkened room illuminated only by candlelight. However, even such a dimly-lit place could not conceal the unbelievable sight which laid on one of the beds.

Blake. Facing away from him. Lying on her stomach. Stark naked.

Jaune paused and his mouth opened in disbelief. Blake. Her ass. Legs closed, but still. Her ass. That ass. The sweet peach which had been tempting him for days now. Right there. In the open.

He didn't know what to say. Or what to do. Should he back out immediately? And deny himself the sight of that perfectly sculpted rear end? But this was obviously some kind of trap, right? He didn't know what to think. His mind was completely and utterly frazzled right now, and all he could do was stare in awe at the nude form of his friend.

"Don't mind me, I'm just reading," Blake said, not bothering to look back at him. He couldn't see what was in front of her, but he could assume there was a book on or near the pillow.

"Blake? What is this?" he asked cautiously.

"What, do you see something you like?" she asked, somehow sounding disinterested at a time like this. Leave it to Blake of all people to be as calm and collected as they came when she was naked in front of a member of the opposite sex.

Jaune shook his head. This was temptation indeed, and of the absolute highest caliber. He knew exactly what she was trying to do to him. As before, however, he would not give in so easily.

"If you expect me to unzip my pants right here and start jerking off in front of you, I'm gonna have to disappoint you again," he told her firmly. That wasn't the only thing firm about him too.

To Jaune's utter shock and awe, Blake shifted. Rolling over to meet his gaze, Jaune saw that her front was just as beautiful as her back. Even in the candlelight he could see full and perky breasts, with soft pink nipples which until now had been shielded from the cold air of the room. Black hair cascaded down both the front and back of her shoulders, contrasting the pale skin which seemed immune to the sun's gentle kiss.

"I didn't ask you to come here to masturbate," she told him plainly. Her emotionless golden gaze bored into him, sending chills down his spine. "I'm here to have sex with you."

The words hit him like a truck. No, like a freight train. Heck, an entire Atlesian battlecruiser. Whatever the vehicle involved, Jaune was stunned in disbelief at the fact that Blake had just propositioned him for sex.

"What?" he asked mindlessly.

"I want to have sex with you," she repeated. She gestured over next to where Jaune stood. "On the desk there's a condom. You can take it and use it. Or you can turn around and leave right now. This isn't a trick. This isn't a test. Right now I'm offering to have sex with you. What happens next is entirely up to you."

Following to where Blake's hand was motioning, sure enough there was a single condom package on the desk. Looking back over to Blake he saw that she'd sat up crosslegged in the middle of the bed. It was a stunningly beautiful sight. She was an amazingly beautiful girl. Jaune had reached a breaking point he hadn't even known existed. He took a step forward. All he could ask was a single question. A single word.

"Why?"

Blake's head tilted slightly. "I would be lying if I said it was just because I found you attractive. Don't get me wrong, I do. You are physically appealing. However, I have my own selfish reasons as well. I haven't had sex in a very long time, and with all the stress this last year has brought I want it."

Jaune nodded absentmindedly. "Okay... that makes sense I guess."

"And," she continued. "To be completely transparent, I want to win. I want you to fail No Nut November. I firmly believe that a guy like you would be unable to ignore his base desires if given the opportunity to indulge in them. That's what I'm doing right now. I'm offering you my body to prove my point. In the end I win. I satisfy my own cravings, and I show that your principles can't overcome your natural urges. I'm telling you all of this because I want there to be no tricks and no doubts if you decide to agree to this."

He couldn't believe it. Blake was willing to go this far in order to prove that he was weak? Then again as she'd said, it wasn't the only reason. She wanted sex too. She was horny, he supposed. It wouldn't be a loss for her, only him, But even then, losing meant having sex with one of the most beautiful young women he'd ever seen in his life. Was that really losing?

He stole another glance at the condom. His pants were afire with lust and desire. There was no way she couldn't see the pants-tent pointing out at her like a swordsman issuing a challenge to duel. Blake was being completely blunt with him. Both his body and mind wanted only one thing right now.

With a sigh and a shake of his head, Jaune relented. "Okay," he said. "Okay. You win."

Blake smiled. It wasn't one of triumph. She wasn't rubbing his defeat in his face. No, she seemed just genuinely happy that she was about to get some action. "Alright. Come here."

As if he needed an invitation, Jaune approached the bed and sat down on it. Blake didn't flinch or hesitate, and she regarded him with curious and eager eyes as he began to remove his clothes. One by one his garments were removed and tossed gently onto the floor. Soon enough he was as naked as Blake was, and the problem in his pants was on full display for her to see.

"Impressive," she commented, taking the opportunity to run a hand along the length of his arm. "I kind of figured you'd have a nice body with all the training you do."

"Thanks," he said softly, a soft blush heating his cheeks. "And you, well, I think I've already said how amazing you look."

"Thank you," she offered back genuinely. "Don't be shy now. Lie down."

Blake shifted her body to lie on the length of the bed, and Jaune brought his legs off the floor to do the same. Turning toward her, he wrapped an arm around her soft and slender body to pull her closer to him. She felt hot to the touch, sending paradoxical chills down his spine. Blake was soft and squishy in all the right places, and all he wanted to do was grope and feel all of her best spots. However, Jaune was no lustful horndog. If he was going to be with a woman, he was going to do it right. He was going to treat her right.

Tilting his head he brought his lips to hers, and he placed a soft kiss on Blake's mouth. It was brief, and even with his eyes closed he could tell that Blake seemed surprised with the sudden act.

After pulling back he looked into her gorgeous eyes. There was no anger in them, only curiosity.

"You don't have to kiss me," she told him.

Jaune was confused by her aversion. "Oh. Do you not want me to?"

She shook her head. "No, it's not that. I'm just saying you don't have to. We're not in love or anything."

True, but kissing still felt nice. It still helped to set the mood. Blake was clearly fine with a sort of no-strings-attached arrangement here, but Jaune didn't feel right just using her body like that.

"So if I wanted to, could I?" he asked.

Thankfully Blake nodded. "Sure."

He smiled softly at her. "Okay. Because I want to. Otherwise sex without intimacy is just fucking, and... well... I don't just want to fuck you, Blake. I'm really more into, um..."

The words died on his lips before he could say them. He had been about to sound incredibly cheesy, and he didn't want to spoil the mood. Thankfully Blake was braver than he was, and also understood exactly what he was feeling in the moment.

"Making love?" she asked.

His smile deepened into one of embarrassment. His face grew even warmer. "Yeah."

Blake's face softened, and if infected by his smile, one of her own grew on her lips. "That's sweet," she commented softly. "Okay then. We'll make love tonight, Jaune."

Jaune shivered with delight, and as if given an unconditional green light attacked Blake with a hunger which had been building up the past several days.

He was more aggressive this time when he took her mouth with his, sliding his tongue past her teeth as he rolled her onto her back. Next to her, and only slightly overlapping her body with his, Jaune pressed her down onto the mattress as his right hand went back to exploring her figure.

He found a breast he couldn't see and gave it a soft squeeze. Blake moaned into his mouth, enjoying his intimate touch on one of her most private areas. After lingering a few seconds on the soft mound his hand trailed south, caressing her slender stomach all the way down to her silky-smooth thigh. He came back up, and nestling his hand between their two bodies, found the hottest, wettest, and most personal place on her body.

Grazing the short and coarse hair which lined it, Jaune's fingers found the wet and delicate folds of Blake's pussy and gave it a soft rub. Breath shot from her nostrils immediately, telling Jaune that his touch had an instant effect on the girl beside him.

She moaned into his mouth again, and this time removed it from his lips in order to speak. "Yes, right there..." she whispered.

The hotness of her breath on his cheek was still nothing compared to the hotness of her core, and Jaune went to work rubbing up and down Blake's moistened lips. Each stroke brought a new gasp of pleasure from the girl, and even in the room's dim light he could make out the mask of ecstasy she wore on her face as he pleasured her.

"You like that?" he practically growled, causing the feline ear closest to him to twitch.

"Yes..." she hissed. Blake's eyes were closed, and her teeth toyed with her bottom lip. She was clearly and undeniably enjoying his intimate touch.

Blake's lungs heaved and her face spasmed as Jaune's strokes grew longer and stronger. Yet there was one area he hadn't touched yet. Not fully, at least. Honing in on the soft pleasure nub at the top of her pussy, Jaune's fingers focused on the hooded spot which would give Blake the most pleasure yet.

Slick with her desire, Jaune began rubbing circles around her clit, earning an instantaneous reaction from the girl. Blake's back arched, and a loud moan slipped uncontrollably through her lips as Jaune worked at her most sensitive spot.

"Oh gods..." she cried. "Right there..."

Jaune's eyes were locked onto her face as he drove her further and further toward the brink of orgasm. He didn't just want to fuck her. He didn't want to just get off. As much as he did want to satisfy his base desires, as Blake had called them, he wanted to satisfy hers as well. No one would ever accuse Jaune Arc of being a selfish lover.

Blake's breathing grew more and more rapid, more and more ragged, as Jaune rubbed harder and faster. One of her hands latched onto him, squeezing his flesh as almost an indicator of how close she was to the end. The harder her nails dug into him, the closer she would be. Jaune would wear whatever marks she left with pride.

Until... she stopped. Prying his arm out from between her legs, her eyes finally opened to reveal an expression Jaune couldn't comprehend. It was as if her lust and logic were at war with one another, and her face was utterly disappointed with the result. A look of betrayal, anger, and sorrow stared up at him, and for a moment Jaune wondered if he'd done something wrong.

"Blake?" he asked. "Did I do something?"

She shook her head quickly. "No. No, you didn't. I just... I almost lost control there. I almost forgot why we were here..."

Jaune's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Still catching her breath, Blake brought a hand up to wipe away her brow with the back of it. "I'm supposed to make you cum, remember? You can't just..." she stopped short of finishing, her thought interrupted by an incredulous laugh. "You can't just get me off without doing it yourself. If you left here without cumming, Jaune..."

It took Jaune a moment to understand the delirious meaning behind Blake's argument. This whole thing had started because she'd wanted him to cum. If their sex resulted in only her orgasming, and not him, then it would have all been for nothing. Well, not nothing. She certainly would have seen a good time, but what she really, truly wanted was for him to have one. In order to prove a point.

"Alright," he said. "So you want to... do it then?"

Blake nodded. Picking herself up off the bed, she came to her knees before turning around. She bent forward in order to brace herself on her hands and knees. "I like it from behind," she told him.

Those were words, and she was a sight, which would both be etched into his mind forever. Blake on her hands and knees ready to receive him from behind. As if he needed an invitation stronger than that.

Jaune stood up and went over to the desk to fetch that condom. Tearing it open he delicately handled the latex disc and unrolled it over his hard and eager cock.

Blake's backside waited for him, and her head turned to look back expectantly at him.

Climbing back onto the bed on his knees, Jaune grasped her hip with one hand and his dick with the other. Guiding it to her slick entrance, Blake's lips parted to receive him, and she gasped as he entered her.

"Ah..."

Her breathy groans came as he slid inside her inch by inch. He went slowly, remembering that she'd said she hadn't been intimate since before Beacon. Jaune would be gentle to start out to ease her back into it.

Soon his hips met her backside, and Jaune was all the way in her. Taking her waist in both hands he let himself linger there for a few seconds longer in order to allow Blake to catch her breath.

From above and behind her Jaune could fully experience her stunning hourglass shape. Blake's torso gradually grew more slender down toward her waist before filling out again at her hips in order to provide for her full and ample ass. As good as it felt to hold her by the hips, Jaune wanted nothing more than to dig his fingers into her cheeks and squeeze them while he pumped away at her hot, tight pussy. There would be time for that soon enough, but for now he wanted to take it slow and steady.

"Good?" he asked, wanting the greenlight to continue.

Below him he saw Blake's head dip slightly. "Yeah."

Caressing her hips, Jaune found a comfortable spot to hold her and pulled his waist back slightly. He gave a soft thrust to test the waters and gauge Blake's reaction.

"Ah..." she hissed again.

With no protest he gave her another pump. He earned a similar reaction from the girl before him.

Gradually picking up the pace, Jaune set a slow but steady rhythm as he began to rock his hips back and forth against Blake's ass. She was tight. Slick. Warm. Even through the condom he could feel just how hot her velvety folds burned with desire. Desire sparked by his liberal foreplay which had roused a slumbering lioness and awoken her hunger.

Each thrust earned a grunt from Blake. She wasn't the type to engage in meaningless dirty talk. She didn't tell him to give it to her, or tell him how good he was. No, just like at any other time in her life, Blake was more silent than not when it came to her words. The reactions he forced out of her on the other hand, spoke volumes.

As Jaune picked up the pace, so did her responses to it. Heavy breaths were forced from her lungs. Lustful moans died in the pillow, stifled by it as she buried her face into it. Throaty grunts filled the air every time Jaune bottomed out inside of her. Blake's body was doing all of the speaking necessary to show that she was having a good time, and Jaune realized that he probably shouldn't try to force her to engage in some meaningless, cheap talk. The reactions he drove out of her would be just fine.

Pounding away at her thick rear, Jaune saw how her body was beginning to sink forward. Where once her arms had been strong, propped up with her palms on the bed, he noticed how her front was inching closer toward the mattress. He didn't relent, squeezing down on her hips and giving her everything he had. Blake groaned as she fell deeper and deeper forward, until soon only her spectacular ass remained proud and upright. And it was certainly an ass to be proud of.

Shifting his grip from her waist to those mighty cheeks, Jaune clamped down on Blake's ass as his hips clapped against it. Blake offered no comment one way or another, and only continued to moan into the pillow under her. For Jaune though it was unbelievable, and he groped away at her ample flesh and fat to his heart's content. Blake may have been right about his base desires, but that didn't mean he wasn't about to enjoy this moment in order to sate them.

Jaune breathed hard now, his heavy breaths almost matching Blake's. In the silence of the room they mingled with the sound of flesh smacking against flesh so loud that it could almost be mistaken for thunderclaps during a storm. Blake was wet enough to consider it to be the accompanying downpour. As a result Jaune glided in and out of her with ease, and even through his condom Jaune knew that he wouldn't be able to last much longer against Blake's impossibly satisfying pussy.

Allowing his lust to completely overtake him, Jaune craved a more primal and dominant approach. Seeing how Blake was already almost completely flat on the bed, Jaune forced the last of her down, pressing against her ass harshly until it too fell victim to his overwhelming and pounding weight.

Now completely on her stomach, Jaune adjusted himself atop of Blake so that he would be able to finish her off properly. With his hands on her shoulders he began hammering away at her ass, the bed squeaking in protest under the relentless assault as his hips slammed furiously against the soft and supple flesh of his friend.

Blake's moans were harsh and guttural now, and had it not been for the pillow to swallow them up he feared that the students in the adjacent rooms might hear them and come to investigate. Luckily though the insane cries of passion he drove from Blake's lips were captured by soft, cottony goodness, and he was free to go all out on the girl who'd intentionally driven him wild over these last few days.

In the throes of passion Jaune couldn't help himself, and for the first time in many long minutes elected to speak to his friend-turned-lover. "This is your fault," he growled close to her ear, justifying the uncontrollable lust and passion of the moment. "You did this to me..."

Blake didn't reply with words, only moans. Jaune didn't know if she even heard him, or if she did, was able to comprehend what he'd said in her sex-addled mind.

He was nearing his end now, and knew that he was about to happily fail No Nut November. He didn't care though. If he was going to fail then this was the best way possible. If it meant nutting inside of Blake then it was totally worth it.

Lowering himself onto her completely, Jaune buried his face into Blake's hair as his piston-like hips pounded furiously against her ass. He took a deep breath of her ebony locks, which smelled of both lavender and lust. It was an intoxicating aroma which only further drove Jaune wild. Even with his vision obscured, the smell of Blake was enough to send his mind into a frenzy, one his body was more than willing to match. His hips drove his cock relentlessly into a pussy which had undoubtedly soaked the bed beneath it with her lustful juices.

Breathing harsh grunts into her hair, Jaune was at his limit. He was going to cum any moment now. Before he did, however, he wanted to send Blake over the edge. If he hadn't by now he was unsure of what would do it, but in the heat of the moment something came to mind. As he nuzzled his face into Blake's hair he felt something that most other girls wouldn't have. His nose brushed against her faunus ear, and it gave him an idea.

Shifting his face slightly he felt Blake's fur on his lips. Even as his pelvis smacked against Blake's ass again and again, he opened his mouth and took the soft, furry appendage into his mouth. He bit down gently, nibbling the delicate ear in his teeth.

The effect was immediate, and Blake's body spasmed beneath him. Noises which he hadn't previously heard erupted from her lips, and the girl rocked and bucked like a bull trying to dislodge him. Jaune couldn't be moved, however. Not until he had finished. With his weight pressing down on her and his cock pounding her relentlessly, Jaune had finally reached his end.

He erupted inside the condom, groaning into Blake's hair as he came. His pumps remained strong at first, but as more and more of his seed shot out they eventually grew softer and sparser. Soon enough he'd emptied himself completely, and his body came to halt on top of her while they both desperately sought to catch their breath.

Feeling her heaving back underneath him Jaune reluctantly pulled out of Blake's unbelievably wet pussy with a soft pop. Rolling over off of her he laid next to her, looking over to see her remaining flat on her stomach. Her back rose and fell harshly, black hair practically glued to it from both of their perspiration.

Standing up briefly he removed his condom, trying a knot in it before tossing it into the trashbin. His sweat-soaked body was cold, and he hurried back to the warmth of both the bed and the girl who laid in it.

Jaune reached over and grabbed Blake's body, which was easily moved thanks to her jelly-like muscles which had been sapped of their strength. Pulling her close to him, Jaune wrapped his arms around her back as he hugged her tightly against his body, nuzzling his forehead against the top of hers.

He closed his eyes and basked in the moment of holding the girl who he'd just made love to.

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That. Was. Intense.

As Blake lay against Jaune's chest and in his arms, her mind struggled to comprehend what had just happened. Her head was still swimming, her brain was still rebooting, and her body was still trying to recover from the pleasure overload it had just received.

What had begun as a quest to make Jaune cum had been successful, but in the end had become so much more than that. Not only had he cum, but she had too. A lot. Though she knew it was impossible, it felt like she'd lost gallons of liquid from her body through sweat, saliva, and her own lustful reactions.

Then on top of that he had the sense and the desire to cuddle afterward? Despite the fact that she'd told him that he didn't need to kiss her, the kissing had made the experience all the better. Foreplay had made it incredibly more pleasurable than it otherwise would have been had he just gone in all for himself. Even now that it was over, holding her close while they both recovered was just the cherry on top of what had been an incredibly satisfying sex sundae.

She felt something atop her head. A hand. His hand. As her face rested against his toned and sweaty chest, she closed her eyes and basked in the feeling of his gentle yet powerful fingers running through her hair. He stroked her long black tresses, at times finding her feline ears and giving them soft rubs as well. All in all, it was an incredibly satisfying way to spend the moments following the intense orgasm she'd just experienced.

And what an orgasm. She'd been on the edge of climaxing when he'd leaned in and found a sensitive spot she'd never told anyone about before. When his teeth sank in softly on her faunus ears she'd lost it. Completely and utterly. It had been the final straw to break the camel's, or in this case, the kitty's back. Having her ears toyed with and her pussy so completely and thoroughly stuffed had been enough to break her mind and body, and make her cum absolute buckets.

This was nice. He was nice. Blake wanted nothing more than to lay here in Jaune's arms for the rest of the night. She wanted to fall asleep, naked, filthy, and sweaty, in his equally naked, filthy, and sweaty arms. Whether or not this worried her teammates didn't concern her. The body wanted what it wanted, and right now all she wanted was to be pampered by her lover's attentive touch.

Still, as her mind slowly recovered Blake realized that she didn't want to be like the stereotypical man who fell asleep right after sex. As much as she wanted to, she also didn't want to deprive Jaune of the attention and affection he deserved after such an intimate experience. Reluctantly she pushed herself up off of his body in order to peer into his eyes.

"That was nice," she said softly. Realizing that was an understatement, she amended her words. "Very nice," she added.

Jaune smiled and nodded. "Yeah. That was great."

"I have to say, that was probably the most enjoyable and intense experience in my life. I'm really impressed, especially for your first time."

To her surprise though, Jaune shook his head. "Actually it wasn't."

Blake blinked. "Really?"

She wasn't disappointed, just surprised. It would be hypocritical of her to be upset by not being his first. After all, he wouldn't have been her first. No, that honor belonged to a man who she would rather not remember at a time like this.

"Yeah. Back before Beacon," he explained. "I come from a little farming community. Long story short, there was a neighbor girl I was friends with my whole life. One day we were milking the cows together, and she started asking some questions. Well, one thing led to another, and..."

Blake understood without him needing to finish the story. It made sense. Jaune may not have been able to succeed with Weiss, but Weiss was on an entirely different level compared to most girls. Jaune may not have been all that exceptional here at Beacon, but in the normal civilian world he would have absolutely been a catch. More than appealing enough for a childhood best friend in a small rural community.

She smiled. She was happy for him, in fact. Good for him. In the end she'd been able to benefit from his prior experience too.

"So, yeah," he concluded. "That explains that."

"It does," Blake agreed. Cowgirl had been a lucky girl. So had catgirl on this night. "I'm glad. This was a very enjoyable experience."

"Thanks. You were, well, you were amazing too."

Blake smirked. Jaune had never been too great with trying to convey his emotions with his words, but she understood and appreciated the sentiment. True to what he'd said before, he hadn't just wanted to fuck her. He wanted to make love. He wanted an intimate connection. He'd made one. One which had enhanced the experience to make it all the more pleasurable for them both.

The question now was, where did they go from here? This had all started out as a way to prove herself correct, but in the end Blake had found herself fucked into an orgasmic puddle of goo. If she was being honest with herself, she definitely wanted to experience this again. She wanted to experience Jaune again. She wanted to try different things with him. Being railed from behind had been immensely pleasurable, and with it being her favorite position was naturally the one she wanted to do if this was only going to be a one time thing. But what if it didn't have to be? What if they could do this again and experience all the perks being lovers had to offer?

Considering she'd just made him fail No Nut November, was it possible that he was about to make her fail her own Don't Date December? Well, that rule had applied to every month since coming to Beacon, but the alliteration made it sound better in her eyes.

It hadn't been her intention when she'd set out, but could she actually see herself being with Jaune? As she'd thought previously, he did check a number of boxes which were important to her. He was kind, genuine, attractive, dedicated, and as it turned out, a fine lover as well. He wasn't just out to make himself cum, he had gone the extra mile to ensure she had as well. Blake knew she could definitely do a lot worse than him, and they were clearly sexually compatible.

She'd come to Beacon to become a huntress, not find a boyfriend. But what if she could have the best of both worlds? Jaune may have been a bit of a goofball, but he had a serious and driven side as well when it came to his training and studies. Besides, she'd already tried her hand at someone who shared her core values of justice and progress. Maybe it was a person's personality, and not their beliefs, which was the most important thing when it came to a relationship. Maybe a good heart was all a guy needed instead of his politics.

Blake shifted slightly onto her side so she could more easily look into Jaune's eyes. She wrapped an arm of her own around his body, and the two held each other as she spoke to him.

"Jaune."

"Yeah?"

"After the craziness of the Vytal Festival is over, I'd like to have a serious discussion with you."

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Sure. About what?"

Blake's tongue poked out to wet her lips. She wasn't about to hesitate now. She wasn't a scaredy-cat as Yang had teased her as. "About us," she clarified. "I don't know if you feel the same way, but if you're open to it I'd like to give serious thought about sharing a relationship with you in the future."

To her relief, Jaune smiled. Squeezing her just a little tighter than before for reassurance, he said the words that she hoped he would say. "Yeah. I'd like that."

Blake smiled back at him. That had been easy. Then again Jaune seemed like a pretty easygoing guy. Dedicated to his goals as he was, he also had a carefree nature to him which Blake knew contrasted her own serious personality.

He read too. Okay, maybe he read comic books, but Blake enjoyed indulging in Mistrali graphic novels from time to time. That was definitely something they had in common. They weren't total polar opposites after all. Given more time she was sure that she would find even more common ground they both shared.

"Until then I'm tired," she groaned, nuzzling her face closer to his body. "I need a nap."

"Same. You totally drained me, Blake."

She smiled into his skin. "In more ways than one. I guess you failed at No Nut November after all, huh?"

Blake felt his head rub against hers when he nodded. "Yeah. But if this is the result then I don't care. I'm glad I failed if it means getting to be with you."

She hummed in response. Such a charmer. Maybe he wasn't totally clueless with words when they came from the heart like that. So long as he didn't try to put on an act like he did when he had pursued Weiss, Jaune seemed to be a really nice and genuine kind of guy.

Closing her eyes and letting exhaustion overtake her, Blake fell into a deep slumber in the arms of the man who'd driven her to that point. The last thing she remembered before sleep took her was the gentle kiss Jaune placed on the top of her head.

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Author's Note: So this not so little one shot was inspired by a knightshade comic that I saw earlier in the month. I figured that if I wanted to write it then I should probably do it by the end of November. I had no idea it would be this long. Hopefully that wasn't a problem for anyone!

This may have been a ridiculous premise, but I feel that Blake being stubborn and so set in her beliefs makes her the perfect girl to do this with. As I discussed with some friends on Discord, Yang or even Ciel could also be good candidates for this sort of thing. Either with Yang being like, "no man can resist the sight of my body", or Ciel simply not understanding the logic of such a contest, they could also be used to tell a good story about No Nut November.

I've been in a knightshade mood anyway due to discussing a new potential story idea. Now that my Yang and Trifa stories are complete, I can give some serious thought to a new short story. Who knows if anything will come of it though.

Anyway, thanks for reading. I hope you all enjoyed it.