Blake felt like she was walking on tenterhooks.

The classroom was filled with the chatter of dozens of students, the rumbling din somehow comforting despite its chaotic nature. She watched as her teammates split up, having been assigned different partners for this project. It was an effort by their school to broaden their professional relationships. Huntsmen would not always work with their teams, nor would they only work alone. Sometimes they would work with others, people unfamiliar to them. By changing up their team dynamics every so often, Beacon attempted to foster teamwork and cooperation between students who would otherwise rarely interact. With the added addition of Shade, Atlas and Haven, it made these exercises an international event. Fostering international relations between huntsmen was always a worthwhile endeavor.

Ruby was matched up with a girl from Vacuo, a girl with purple hair called Nebula, while Yang had scored the girl from Atlas, one of Penny's teammates according to Ruby named Ciel. From what Blake had overheard, she expected for Yang and this girl to get along as well as oil and water, the pair complete opposites. A difficult proposition, perhaps, but that didn't come anywhere close to their final teammate. Weiss had the unfortunate honor of gaining Cardin Winchester as a partner, the heiress looking beyond irritated as she stalked across the room in his direction. Cardin's cocky smirk quickly dimmed at her approach, the bully knowing that pissing Weiss Schnee off was a recipe for disaster.

As for Blake herself, she had gained an ally from close by. Too close. Ordinarily, this was a situation that would have pleased her immensely. They were already friends, she enjoyed his company and she knew they could complete their task promptly, with good results. He even knew that she was a faunus – a former member of the White Fang, even – and didn't care. He accepted her for who she was.

But these weren't ordinary circumstances.

"Hey Blake," Jaune greeted as he sat beside her, letting his book bag thump to the floor. He grinned at her happily, his eyes crinkling shut, "or should I say, hey partner?"

Blake returned his smile automatically, though she had to quickly avert her eyes.

She liked Jaune; a lot. He was a kind boy, loyal and well meaning. While he wasn't quite the fighter a Beacon student should be, he was constantly improving. It wouldn't be long at all until he caught up to the average student, something that rather surprised her. His improvement was nothing short of astronomical. Either he was a natural talent or Pyrrha Nikos truly was just that brilliant; though it was likely that it was a combination of the two.

He was also rather handsome.

Normally, that wouldn't have mattered to her. Not at all. It took more than a handsome face and a cute smile to ruffle her feathers. She was surrounded by handsome young men and beautiful young women here at Beacon, so he was just one of many. Not even the most handsome nor even the most impressive.

But of those many, Blake had not seen them naked. Blake had not seen them laid completely bare, skin glistening and muscles pulled tight. Of those other people, she had not seen them powerfully fuck her friend into a stupor, leaving her a quivering mess. She had not seen their cocks, erect and domineering, proud almost in their standing, flushed with arousal and leaking promise. It wasn't they who visited her dreams on a nightly basis. It was the young man sitting beside her.

She felt horrified at first, alarmed at her subconscious and its delusions. She liked her smut, there was no denying that, but she wasn't one to fantasize about people she knew, people she considered friends. Her mind typically skewed towards the fictional characters in her books or the actors in her raunchy movies. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad, in another world. Developing a crush on a friend was normal, after all – even if it was a sex crush. It happens to other people all the time. That was what being a teenager was all about.

But because of these dreams, she could barely look at him without seeing him in all his splendor. Just a glance had her pulse pounding, her skin erupting in goosebumps. He would fill her mind and not leave. Her body reacted to him, paying no heed to any mental anguish she may hold. Even this she could deal with, push aside if she tried hard enough.

It was the guilt that ate her up inside.

Lusting after Jaune was one thing. Lusting after him when Ruby had claimed him as her own was another. It made her feel dirty, thinking and dreaming about him in such a light when her friend and leader so clearly loved him. She had witnessed their intimacy several times now, each meeting more intense than the last. It was more than just fucking for the sake of fucking. Each time they consumed each other, utterly and without restraint. It was a show of such all encompassing desire and love that it left her aching afterward, hidden from their eyes, an ache her fingers couldn't soothe. It was an ache in her chest as well as her loins.

She was jealous.

Who would have ever thought? She was jealous of her team leader. Little Ruby Rose, though not so little anymore, was she? Of all the members of their team, it was Ruby getting action – and not just mindless, unfeeling action. But something true, genuine and pleasurable. She may have been the youngest of them but Ruby was the only one enjoying what it meant to be a woman.

And now Blake was being partnered with her lover. A lover she dreamed about almost nightly, whom she furiously fingered herself to thoughts about. Whom she watched claim her friend again and again, sending Blake to orgasmic heights that even her previous sexual partner had never let her achieve.

Could it get any worse?

"Blake?" Jaune asked with audible concern. "Are you okay?"

"Sorry," she replied, quickly realizing she had let the moment of silence stretch a little too long. She met his gaze head on, forcing her face to remain emotionless. "I haven't been getting much sleep."

His palm burned her shoulder through the fabric of her shirt, sending a shiver down her back. The way his thumb lightly brushed over that point where her collarbone met shoulder almost undid her. "That doesn't sound good. I hope it isn't anything too serious."

Blake swallowed. "I don't think it is," she reassured him, drowning in his eyes. "Probably just the workload. Professor Peach has really been hammering us lately and all the preparations for the festival. Ruby has been a real taskmaster recently."

He gave a short laugh, removing his hand. Blake felt like she could breathe again. "Yeah, she can get a little overzealous. That's our Ruby."

Our Ruby. Blake couldn't help but hear 'My Ruby' instead, alongside all the other dirty things he would tell her as he bent her over the bed and railed her senseless. She felt her nose twitch and all at once, she recalled the smell. The room drenched in their combined scent of sweat, semen and sex, urging her to bury her face in their used sheets after they leave. Then the sounds assailed her, skin clapping furiously, Ruby's desperate cries, Jaune's deep grunts as he buried himself inside her. Blake felt her cheeks explode with color but thankfully Pyrrha chose that moment to walk by, trailing a hand across Jaune's shoulders.

"Good luck," the red head wished with a smile, emerald gaze gleaming. Her partner was a student from Haven, one with hearts in his eyes as he stared at the Pyrrha Nikos, the Invincible Girl. He was completely besotted. When Pyrrha noticed where Blake was looking, she rolled her eyes in resignation.

Jaune beamed. "Yeah, you too. Catch up later?"

"Certainly."

Blake watched them leave, taking the time to calm down. Jaune was shaking his head, a look of amusement on his face. At Blake's questioning look, he jerked his thumb at the boy following his partner like a lost lamb.

"He looks like he is about to explode from joy. Hits a little close to home, you know?"

She took a moment to figure out what he meant. "Oh, you mean with you and Weiss?"

Jaune laughed awkwardly. "Yeeaah. Man, no wonder she found me annoying. I really had it bad, huh?"

He did, though he certainly bounced back fast. Maybe he hadn't been quite so hopeless after all. Blake tried to imagine what Weiss would think, knowing how quickly he moved on. How thoroughly his affections had shifted. Somehow, she felt that the heiress wouldn't be quite as happy about it as they thought. Not that the girl had feelings for Jaune, she had made it abundantly clear what her thoughts were regarding the blond young man. It was just that he had moved on so quickly that it would definitely wound the prideful girl's ego.

Then her imagination ran wild. She thought about Weiss in Ruby's position, the slender, sheltered girl bouncing on Jaune's cock, porcelain skin flushed and sticky. Her beautiful face twisted in rapture, her angelic voice singing with every powerful thrust. Weiss was even more slight than Ruby, despite being two years older, her waist trim and legs sculpted from dance. Just the thought of the proud, pristine heiress of the Schnee Dust Company, reduced to a gibbering, thrashing mess as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from her sublime body had her reeling. Blake clenched her jaw, feeling that familiar stirring low in her stomach.

"Well, we should probably get going. What Grimm did we get assigned?"

Blake blinked and carefully glanced down at her notes. Clearing her throat, she wet her dry lips. "Port gave us the Harvester."

Jaune grimaced. "Urgh, great. Gotta love spiders, right?"

Blake shared his sentiments.

The walk to the library gave Blake time to compose herself. There was a comfortable silence between them, something she used to her advantage. Taking controlled, deep breaths, she felt her heart rate even out, her body calm. It did nothing to stifle the irritation she felt for herself, however. She was acting like a beast, some sort of horny animal. The stereotype that specist assholes liked to push when discussing faunus in an attempt to reduce their humanity.

Faunus did not go into heat.

You wouldn't know it, though, with the way she was behaving. Blake kept her eyes forward as they crossed the courtyard, the library coming into view. Coming upon them that first time was a mistake, it wasn't her fault. Staying to watch was out of line, she should have left immediately, not play with her pussy like a sex starved maniac. But what was done was done and that should have been the end of it. Following the pair whenever they made excuses to slip away was a line crossed that she could never hope to defend. Spying on their intimate moments was wrong, no matter how you argued it. Getting off on it time after time was inexcusable. Blake knew that if the roles had been reversed, that someone had been privy to her private moments such as these, she would have been furious, disgusted.

Yet she couldn't stop.

God, how she had tried. But just the thought of them sneaking off together, knowing exactly what they were doing with their alone time inflamed her like nothing else. Ninja's of Love couldn't hold a candle to the real thing. There had been a few times where Blake had resisted the call but inevitably, she would break down.

She needed to get a grip.

She just didn't know how.

Before she knew it, they were seated in a cozy corner by the shelf containing fairy tales, the natural light warm and inviting from the massive arching windows. While the library was mostly open, this was one of the few little alcoves hidden from view, a nice little private area where it would ensure little distraction.

"So, how do you want to tackle this project?" Jaune asked, his books spilling out onto the table. "Port just wants us to gather as much information as we can on the specified Grimm but I was thinking we could do a little more."

"How so?"

Blake watched as he fiddled with his fingers. His long, strong fingers that were capable of finger fucking a girl with extreme skill.

"Well, Harvesters can be found in Forever Fall," he explained after a moment, gathering his thoughts. "We can use that to our advantage. It means that we can gather information personally, not just from books. And maybe something more."

Blake blinked. "Don't tell me you want to capture one."

"No, no. That – ah, might be a bit much," he laughed. "Though I'm sure Port would love that and it would score us top marks. No, I was thinking that maybe we could record them with our scrolls, get some video footage that we could add to our assignment. Stuff like how they act in the wild, how they fight. We can even demonstrate how to fight and kill them efficiently with whatever data we collect. I feel like a visual representation of the data instead of just words and graphs would give us a bit of an edge."

Jaune waited patiently for her input, yet Blake didn't know what to say. The idea was brilliant.

"Blake?"

"Sorry, I just-" she shook her head to clear it. "That is a really good idea, Jaune. I think we should do it."

"Really?"

"Really," she replied, beaming. He looked taken aback, yet she couldn't help it. Without realizing, she reached across the table and grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze. He had rough palms, calluses from swinging his sword. They felt wonderful against her skin. "I mean it. I'm really impressed that you thought of something so quickly, but I shouldn't be that surprised."

"What do you mean?"

She squeezed his hand again, locking eyes with him. "You're a great leader, Jaune. Ruby isn't the only one on our team that thinks so."

Pleasure bloomed in her gut as she watched his cheeks suffuse with color.

"Ah, well, geez," he ducked his head, abashed. "I don't know what to say."

She played with his fingers, those same fingers she admired moments earlier. Capable fingers. "You don't have to say anything. So how about we finish up here quickly and then see if we can get a bullhead to Forever Fall."

Even today, Grimm were still hardly understood. While huntsmen over the years had been able to document what they could and scientists had tried their best to understand the vile beasts, information regarding many of the species was quite scarce. The more common types like Beowolves and Nevermore had much more data collected, but rarer species like the Apathy were almost a complete mystery. Accounts of their abilities were perhaps the most common, as it was directly related to combat – maybe how to slay them, if encountered. The types of dust that were most effective, that sort of thing. The Harvester type was not so common as a Beowolf, but not quite so rare that they hadn't been recorded and studied to some extent.

It meant that while there weren't too many books or papers written about them on Beacon's vast databanks, there were enough that it took them a couple of hours to sort through all the relevant information. Blake did her level best to work as promptly as possible but being so close to Jaune made the task nearly impossible. The longer she was around him, the worse it got. Touching his hands had been a bad idea, she knew. Sitting so close to him was another. Even without the slightly enhanced senses she gained by being faunus, she would be able to smell his unmistakable musk. That scent that marked him as Jaune, mixed with the understated cologne he wore most days. It had a mild spicy tang with a hint of wood; a warm scent for a warm person. She liked it. Especially without the sweet smell of Ruby drenched all over him.

She found herself leaning further in as they worked, drawing in deep through her nose. Blake felt her eyes flutter as she filled her lungs, a pleasant haze fogging her mind. She wanted to bury her nose in his neck and take her fill, until he was all she could taste. It made those two hours crawl at a snail's pace. She knew she should back off, give him space. That was the right thing to do.

She had a bad habit of not doing the right thing.

"I don't think we are going to get much more out of this," Jaune finally said, pen scratching the last of his notes down on the page. "I didn't realize their webbing was strong enough to withstand bladed weaponry and the tensile strength sounds insane. Even with aura, you wouldn't want to get caught by one of these things. Things could get hairy, really fast."

"Mhm."

"And the way they store their prey for later consumption," he continued in disgust. "I guess they are just like regular spiders. Talk about giving me the heebie-jeebies. Though there isn't really any reliable info about them being venomous or not. Not a fan of having that gap in our knowledge but what can you do?"

"Mhm."

"Blake?" his face filled her vision, really close. "You okay?"

She nearly toppled off her chair, she shot back so fast. It rocked back on its hind legs, almost tipping over if not for Jaune reaching out and steadying her. They were face to face, and Blake felt her stomach swoop that had nothing to do with the angle she was leaning back at.

"Woah, careful. Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like that."

Blake's tongue felt like it was stuck to the roof of her mouth. It took some effort to work it free and respond.

"Sorry, I guess I was daydreaming a little."

Jaune nodded. "Right – the lack of sleep, I should have remembered. Do you want to postpone that trip to Forever Fall? We can do it tomorrow, it might be better since it's the weekend and we can take our time."

He pulled the chair forward until the front legs were steady against the ground yet she still felt weightless, as if she was falling.

"That might be for the best," she conceded. It meant they would have the whole day to conduct their research instead of just the afternoon and evening. A whole day, just the two of them. Alone.

Like a date.

"Sounds like we have a plan," he said with a smile. She returned it and placed a hand on his arm.

"I guess we do."

"Hey guys, how's the project going?"

Blake snatched her hand back, her heart gripped by ice. Dread spread through her gut as she turned to find Ruby looking at them curiously, head tilted cutely in question. Beside her was the girl from Shade, Nebula. The pair were carrying an armful of books each, looking ready to topple over at any moment. Ruby rushed forward quickly and placed her pile on the desk, sighing in relief when she didn't drop them. Nebula followed at a much more relaxed pace.

"Oh, hey Ruby. The project is going well," Jaune answered. "We've pretty much learned all we can here so we've finished up. What Grimm did you guys get?"

"Beowolf," Ruby replied, rolling her eyes playfully. "So boring."

"It totally fits you, though."

"Urgh, shut up."

Jaune turned to Nebula. "Hey, my name is Jaune. Jaune Arc. I don't think we've met."

"Nebula Violette," she returned, shaking his hand. Her smile was friendly, if a little suggestive. Not quite as bold as Yang but the girl clearly had confidence. "From Shade. Pleased to meet you."

"Likewise."

"Blake," she hurriedly introduced herself, trying to act like a functioning person. "Blake Belladonna. Ruby is my team leader."

They shook hands.

"You guys can have the table," Jaune started collecting their books into a neat stack. "Are you hungry? I could grab something from one of the vending machines for you, I'm starving."

"Crisps, please," Ruby said at once, raising her hand. "And that raspberry soda from the machine by Professor Goodwitch's classroom. That stuff was made by the gods," she promised, turning to Nebula. "You have to try it."

"Count me in," she said with a grin, cocking her hip.

"You coming, Blake?"

"I think I might head back to the dorm," she said shakily. "I could do with a shower."

Jaune nodded. "Okay, I'll give you a call in the morning. We can set up a time, alright?"

She felt her insides twist at Ruby's questioning eyes. "Okay, sure. That sounds good."

Blake tried her best to walk away calmly, each step carefully measured. Walking had never felt so difficult as it did now. Despite her efforts, she swore she could feel their eyes burning her back as she retreated. It wasn't until she reached the library doors that she broke out into a sprint. She ignored any onlookers and made a beeline for her room, almost slamming the door in her haste when she arrived. Thankfully, the room was deserted. The rest of her team were still out.

Her hands were shaking, she realized belatedly. Trying to stop them only made it worse. Pacing back and forth, she felt like she was on the urge of a panic attack. What the hell had she been doing? Touching him and smelling him, making eyes at him like they were an item. Labeling their plans as a date, even if only in her mind. And then Ruby had shown up, catching her in the act. Her fifteen her old team leader catching her acting like a total slut.

"No, wait, I wasn't doing anything. Nothing happened," Blake reasoned. "Friends touch each other, right? I was just holding his arm. Nothing special. Ruby hugs people all the time."

It did little to reassure her.

Perhaps the worst thing was that buried underneath the panic and dread, under the fear and guilt she held deep within, a spark of excitement burned bright. It seared her insides. While her heart was frozen and her mind was in turmoil, her belly roiled with heat. What if Ruby had caught her doing something she shouldn't have been? Not just holding his arm but something more? Embracing him, nuzzling him... kissing him?

Fucking him.

She was at the end of her rope.

Her skin felt sensitive as she stripped, every brush of the fabric raising the hairs on her neck and arms. Her breasts felt stifled and it was a relief to free them, her cleavage sweaty and nipples taut. What would Jaune do with breasts like hers, she wondered? She wasn't as busty as Yang but she wasn't small like Ruby. Surely he also liked them bigger? Though he did once have a crush on Weiss. She palmed her breasts, cupping them underneath and testing their weight. Blake thought they were rather attractive, surely he would think the same. Her nipples were small and tight, a cute pink, and when she released them, her breasts bounced into place firmly.

For her size, Ruby had rather wide hips. She also had a nice pair of thick thighs, toned and powerful from all that running. Blake was confident in her own hips, and while her thighs were more slender, her ass was both plump and shapely. Peeling her underwear down her legs, she gave her butt a little squeeze. Standing in front of Weiss' body length mirror, she admired her trim physique. Hopping on the spot, she watched her breasts and ass jiggle appropriately. Imagining Jaune taking her from behind, her butt rippling with every thrust drove her wild.

She couldn't get in the shower quick enough.

The spray felt amazing against her heated skin. Resting her forehead against the cool tiles, she let her hands wander, stroking her thighs and hips, her waist and belly. Plucking at a nipple with her left hand, her right toyed with her trimmed curls upon her mound. She kept it neat and tidy, but would he rather her completely shaven? Ruby didn't have much at all down there, the thinnest of growth.

Her clit was already hard and aching, waiting for her touch. She teased it lightly, biting her lip as her thighs quivered, wanting to clamp shut on her hand. She rubbed in slow, languid circles, spikes of sensation shooting up her spine and to her straining breasts. Her nipples were rock hard, throbbing as she toyed with them playfully.

Soft whimpers escaped her lips, her pussy twitching, wishing to clutch at something. Giving in, she slipped a finger inside, then two, working up a decent pace. Her palm ground against her clit as she moved faster, her fingers flexing against her silken walls to press on her g-spot. She worked the rough area firmly, her hips jolting with the urge to thrust. Leaning forward against the wall, she hissed when her nipples pressed into the cold tile.

"Oh, Jaune," she moaned lowly, rocking against her hand. She was scorching inside, clenching desperately at her fingers. Raking her nails down her side, she shivered and gripped her ass, giving it a light swat. Her pussy throbbed. "Yeah, baby. Just like that."

She wanted it deeper but her fingers could only reach so far. She wanted his cock like Ruby had it, taking it as far as she could until it banged against her deepest spot. She should have bought her dildo into the shower but it was much too late, she wasn't going to stop now. She contented herself with pressing as far as she could, mashing her clit against her mound.

Pulling her fingers free, she smeared her wetness across her vulva and clit, pinching the skin between the length of her fingers. She rubbed up and down, her lips plump and pressed together, before swiping her clit. She cried out loudly, a little too loudly, but she was beyond caring at this point. If someone heard her, that was too bad.

She buried her digits inside once again.

"Oh yeah," she whispered hoarsely, feeling her tummy tighten in anticipation. She pressed her tits into the wall even harder, relishing the slight pain. Her palm clapped against her pussy as she fucked herself faster, the impact sending spikes of pleasure through her entire being. "Oh shit, that feels so good. Fuck me harder, please."

She could feel Jaune behind her, gripping her hips roughly as he fucked her with the full length of his dick. The way his thick glans pressed against her cervix sent her over the moon, her entire body rocking as his pelvis crashed against her ass. His cock was so hot and thick inside her, stretching her wide. One of his hands gripped her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat.

"You like it rough, don't you?" he whispered in her ear. Not her human ears, but her cat ears. He buried his nose against them, inhaling her scent. "You're just a little slut, aren't you?"

"I am," she cried breathlessly, his cock flexing inside her. The way his fingers dug into her hips sent her spiraling further. He was going to leave marks, claim her as his. Proof that he fucked her. Proof that he had his way with her and she let him. "I am, I'm sorry I'm a dirty little girl."

"Don't be sorry," he groaned, changing his angle until he was spearing her even deeper until she choked. His balls slapped against her clit rapidly, her climax looming. "I love dirty little girls."

"Oh fuck," Blake cried, eyes watering. Her pussy convulsed against her fingers, tightening painfully as she barreled into her orgasm. "Oh, oh, ohhh, yes," she sobbed, hand moving faster. Her clit throbbed wildly as her stomach tensed and her pussy contracted again and again and again. "Oh baby, you fucked me so well."

There was no answer. She was alone.