Snippet 101

Jeggings Are Now Allowed?

Genre: Humor/NSFW

Pairs: None

Parody: RWBY/Camp Camp/CollegeHumor

AU-Type: High School AU

Tags: Teacher!Gwen, Teachers do not get paid enough to deal with this mess, Anvils will be Dropped, a bit of Social Commentary, a bit of a mix of all the Jeggings video, Slight NSFW, A bit of Mom!Gwen

Note: Cinder, Emerald, Mercury, Adam, and Ilia have been made younger to fit with the theme. The Camp Campers have also been aged up.

Gwen Santos went into teaching with a passion and zest for it despite it being her side job while she pursued her goal of writing erotica. She genuinely grew to tolerate her job, but there was one problem. The trend of jeggings was growing, and Gwen had no idea what she was about to walk into when he entered that classroom. As usual, it was a small warzone as the bell rang.

"Morning class, I am Miss Santos. I will be your substitute while Mr. Torchwick is suing the school for emotional trauma. You can call me Ms. S, and I'm supposed to let you all know that jeggings are still banned." Gwen said kindly.

"What? These aren't jeggings, they're japrings!" Emerald argued as Gwen had a dry sigh. "Jean carpi leggings."

Emerald showed them off and they were even tighter than the ones Roman had seen before. Gwen facepalmed shaking her head.

"Don't mind Emerald, Gwen. She's an idiot." Max said sympathetically before muttering, "Good thing, I didn't wear the dick turban."

"Yeah, well you're a fucking chug." Emerald snapped.

"I'm Indian, not Native American, you fucking idiot!" Max snapped.

"What about my reserve wedges?" Sasha said pointing to the offending shoes.

"If you can walk on them without falling, I'll have 30 points added to your next grade." Gwen said crossing her arms as Sasha shot up.

"Ha! Feast your eyes, bitch!" Sasha said only to fall over into Max's lap.

"Hey! Get off my dick!" Max squealed.

"So, are my clothes a problem?" Adam asked as Gwen looked to see him in his new edgy clothes.

For context, he wore his canon Pre-Fall of Beacon outfit sans the mask. Gwen rolled his eyes at the edge his outfit gave him and let him sit. At least his body was covered. Then, she spotted Nora.

"Uh, Nora? Where are your clothes?" Gwen said covering her eyes.

"I'm wearing clothes. Cinder bought me a Nunzie." Nora said standing up.

"Looking good, Nora." Cinder said encouraged.

Gwen's eye twitched with her face in her hands, but she could not help but get ideas for her book from this.

"Where you even get these clothes?" Gwen asked.

"From the Nigiri Collection." Cinder said proudly. "Not like you could wear any of them, fogey."

"I'm only 23, and I damn fucking can!" Gwen snapped redfaced. "You know what? Fuck this!"

Gwen was about to leave only to bump into the principal's wife, Salem, who was wearing a Nunzie. There were a few wishing they were Ozpin, able to bury their faces in her butt, or imagining her as a scary monster before burying their faces in her bubble butt, and pictures were taken for later.

"Salem? What are doing…" Gwen asked befuddled and trying not to look down.

"I'm here because I wanted to tell you that my husband has rescinded his ban on jeggings and will allow them!" Salem said excitedly to the cheers of most of the students. "So…"

"Oh, hell no! Max, c'mon, we're out of here." Gwen said pushing past Salem as Max followed.

Max would be homeschooled by Gwen, and the school would later be in hot water for allowing Jeggings. Police were arresting students for public indecency, public lewdness, sexual assault, and so on. It would be revealed that Salem were getting kickbacks from the Nigiri Collection for the students wearing them. She was arrested for the photos she collected, and Ozpin had to retire earlier than planned. At least Glynda was the new head and even got Gwen back. It even seemed that the jegging craze was over.

"I am so glad that I'm back with both a raise and to see that the jegging craze is over." Roman said happily as he walked into the classroom.

He looked around and facepalmed.

"Seriously?! Fuck you guys, because this is a lot worse." Roman said getting out a cigar.

"Are you supposed to smoke in school?" Cinder asked incredulously.

"Are you supposed to look like some homeless slut?" Roman snarked taking a puff. "Sadly, I get paid enough for this shit."

(A/N: And there you have it, the sequel. No, you're not getting another one to this. I believe this wrapped up well enough. So far, things have been productive, and I intend to keep things productive.)

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