"Mr. Arc!" The older man said, waving his arm, a smile underneath his bushy mustache. "It's wonderful to see you again!"
Like he expected, there were Gammas escorting the quaint group of four. Exactly two of them, who both had those absentminded smiles on their face. Dust rifles pointed down, and gazes on the Schnee dust mogul walking in-front of his family. "I've discovered many things about Atleasian politics as of late. Especially of the animal variety! Are you doing well?"
Jaune, as he walked to them with hands in his pocket and Tabby at the ready, gave him a smile.
"Yessir! The day's ah goin'."
It really was, man. He felt the sunny-day greet him anew, with it's blue skies overlooking the rocky terrain. The research Island's base of operations-aka, the lab-was coated at the highest peak. Overlooking the sandy beach coasts and anywhere that's not fertile mountain grass. The catgirls loved it, and planted their own flowers here and there. Tending to them, too.
Even now, as Jaune wandered the dirt path his guests took, he saw many Epsilon catgirls doing just that. Hunkered down over a row of daisies and sunflowers and all sorts of smelly shit. The good kind, yeah, but it's got that weirdness to him. Like the smell of dog food that's been freshly bought. It made him sigh, and shake his head at the eager munchkins.
Don't know why he thinks that way, but he's pretty sure why the Epsilons, Gammas, and sometimes Deltas did it.
They're simpler than even beasts of Tabby's calibre, and best function as flesh-tools. Give them a gun? They'll walk around with it for awhile, then forget it in the dirt. Give them orders to fix things here and there around the lab? They'll...do something like that.
For example, the handful of tiny midget cat people-barely four foot fives, if not less-were here. Currently tending to the gardens outside and around the mountain-trail. It's because when their broad and limited program-as it were-told them to fix the lab? They spruced things up with pretty stuff. Giggling to each other all the while, cat ears and pig-tails bobbing with their happy faces.
Mr. Schnee's wife gave them a quiet smile. "Welcoming creatures, I think." She turned to her daughter, who frowned, thoughtful and intense eyes on the catgirls. "Very likable too."
And yeah, they were like that, in a sense.
Like the cute and quirky little retards Murdock starved their biology to be. Which yes, is exactly how thin framed and low-IQ pocket-pussies get made. If that sounded demonic on some primal level, then he'd be happy to take note of it. Science really numbed the mind at times.
See, in all scientific measures, they lack nutritional and mental facilities by design. These screw ups traded their physical abilities for extra cuteness. It left them, as consequence, unable to do anymore but fuck around the mountain-top.
Indefinitely, with their fingers always knee deep in soil or trouble, or both.
They're pretty much the final devolution of the caste series. They're just...
Flesh. Flesh cats, who're easily amused and likable by Murdock's degenerate standard. Wearing that same colorless dress with their subject number on them. All loose, and without anything but that dress covering them. Not even underwear.
And did Jaune like that? Not at all, as he prefers his cum socks actually legal looking and somewhat competent.
Like how they aren't right now, as they saw him walk on by. Rounding their wide-eyed gazes away from their flowers, and each other in an instant.
"Myahnster~!" The quickest little dummy cried, nearly tripping over a tiny hole when trying to run towards him. The exact hole she dug whilst planting another seed.
But she caught herself last minute, and ran face first into his waist. Chubby cheeks buried in the pristine overcoat's sleek material. "Myahnster's here~! Big Myahnster~!" He heard her muffled giggles. "Big Daddy~!"
After that? The entire handful of cat munchkins stumbled-yes, and some fucking fell-to see him. Crowding around his waist in a commune of childish enjoyment and adoration. All giggly faces and little grubby hands clawing up his chest, with mantras on their tongues. Just like the slightly superior Delta's back inside.
"Big Dad-dy! Big Dad-dy!"
Idly, Jaune noticed the acute confusion all the Schnees had with them doing this. Coming to a slow stop a few feet away, staring at the excited catgirls reaching for him and his approval.
Their collective silence demanded an explanation, so Jaune shrugged.
"We here at ELON industries do many experiments," he went on, pushing away the Epsilons standing on his feet. Shooing them away whiel we took a couple steps forward. "And those experiences tend to make stuff that's...abnormal, even by catgirl standards."
He, for show, snatched up a semi-adventurous one climbing up his back, holding her by the shoulders.
"For example, Epsilons. They're the easiest breed of catgirls to make, since they take as little DNA gunk as possible." The one now in his grip made a funny 'meowing' noise, and bobbed her frizzy hair around. Attempting to look at him. "Which makes them the stupidest of our stock, as possible. Only good for aesthetic and basic busy work."
Jaques rubbed his chin, the first of his perplexed family to instead look curious. Like, genuinely considering the catgirls farting all around them. For the merits of their existence, or the value in them as a product? Jaune hadn't a fucking clue. "I see, I see...and is that something, you would say, is in high demand?"
Jaune put the squirming Epsilon back with her grabby little comrades. Before those scratchy claws could've scuffed his suit and first impressions.
And just to clear the air, so to speak, he turned to his silent Tabby, sighing.
"Hey, can you take these girls somewhere they won't make a mess, or bug our guests?" He asked, almost smiling at the way he made it rhyme. "I'm doing something here."
Tabby nodded, and when she hissed at the crowded lessers, telling them to follower her, they did. Not before shouting 'Bye-bye!' To him.
Over and over again.
Not done with this, though, Jaune looked the two guarding Gammas over, confused.
"Hey, where's Greymane and Sunshine?"
"...-Huh?!" The first Gamma, wearing her pale-green dress with the subject number '405' on it, blinked out of a stupor. Even though she stared at him the whole time, her frizzy and short pony-tail bobbed his way in a hurry. "A-Ah, yes, Myaster?-"
Her comrade elbowed her, hard, with a hiss at the back of her throat. Wearing the same kinda outfit, with a '406' on her dress. "Manners! He is Myaster! Pay attention!" She didn't let her fellow short-haired Gamma respond, though, and beamed at him. "Myaster! We found Meowster Schnee and his family-"
For some random-and interesting-reason, the Schnee daughter frowned, and studied the Gamma. Her family-sans the patriarch, who glossed it over-also studied the Gamma.
"And they're great! Super great!" She nodded to herself, chaffing her rifle back and forth in her thoughtless happiness. "But we lost Remmy on our way here, she got lost exploring." She then chuckled, nervous. Gamma's weren't completely dumb, after all. The potential to recognize their own failure is proof of that.
"Y-Yeah!" Said the first one, joining her comrade. "We don't get to go down the moutain very often, and when we do Remmy likes to wander. So our big sisters are out looking for her! And so we gots the Schnee's here! Mhm!"
The two Gammas liked the way they finished things, and so they smiled, nodding to each other.
Adding to the curiosity he's building up, Jaune hadn't even the time to sigh, because the daughter spoke up. That same daughter who frowned at the others. "Excuse me...you two?"
They paused, and turned towards the girl, curious. Jaune couldn't lie, he was too. The potential of Jaques kid's having even the vaguest interest in this? A revolutionary business venture? One that'll make robotic and Faunus labor pretty much obsolete in comparison?
He liked that idea. Was Jaques a competent businessman? Sure, but nothing get's the wheels of social media ah' goin like teenagers being political. People loved that shit, especially when conventionally 'oppressed' identity groups do it.
Jaune'll just have to make sure they can get that special identity markers in the first place. Until their...plans get set in motion, that is.
The Schnee girl frowned at them, and pointed a thin finger.
"That...naming system you have. With the 'Myaster' and 'Meowster', why do them? And why didn't you do them when we first got here?" Jaune's confusion must've shown, so she clarified. "Mr. Arc, I presume?"
"Yes ma'am, at your service."
His straight faced demeanor probably annoyed her some, as she rolled her eyes at him. A grumble on her lips, and a crossing of her tiny hands over her petite chest. Pointedly ignoring that knowing look her mother smiled from behind with.
"Your...products over here, weren't the most talkative guides. For what was perhaps half an hour, we just followed them."
Her family didn't disagree with that, and even Jaques nodded along, which she took as a sigh to continue. "After landing, they were at the landing sight. Waving us along, and not even asking for our names."
Jaune looked the girl over, frowning. "Maybe, but what's your point?"
"...I..." the girl sighed, running a finger through her hairline. "I don't know. These creatures are suspicious, absentminded, and inconsistent-"
"Weiss!" Her mother hissed, frowning. Latching onto that attitude in a flash. Even if Wiess might've had a point about the weird cat creatures around them. At least, that'd be what Jaune would think, if he was anybody else present.
"That is very rude! We are here solely because of Mr. Arc's kindness, so it's improper to say something like that so soon. Do you understand?"
Jaune, and the little brother-whatever his name was-seemed to share embarrassment from that. Because; ya know, the scorn of a mother? And controlling enough to do that? one hundred percent universal. Jaune remembered that kinda discipline very well, and winced under the verbal assault. Which wasn't even for him. But somebody with just that tiny-bit of lacking tack...
...Actually, that's a bit too close to home-
Weiss glanced at her unhappy mother, and sighed. "Yes. Fine. But I'm still perplexed as to what's even going on here."
Like the smart mouthed rebel she was, Weiss turned to him again, meeting his eyes. "Father said that these 'catgirls' can revolutionize the business, but all I see are idiots. Idiots with some sort of fetishized value coming from their degenerate identity."
Her mother gasped, and her father grumbled. "Just Faunus lookalikes, with none of the traits making them human, or competent..."
She saw Tabby and the Epsilons in the distance, and furrowed her brow. "Which makes me even more curious about wh-"
Jaune laughed, and held an open palm up. Stopping her rant from the beginning, tit for tat. "Oh, don't you worry." He nodded to her, seeing that skepticism in her ice blue eyes. The look suited her attitude, if nothing else. "You'll find something outta this, promise..."
That didn't appease Weiss much, but it shut her up for a second. Enough time for her brother to slide into her, and mumble something in her ear.
"Why so curious, sister?" The boy asked, a cheeky smile on his face. "Have you an affinity for the beasts?-"
This set her off, and she rounded on her brother.
"Absolutely not!" Her finger jabbed the boy's shoulder in adamant spurts. It reflected the icy-cold tone she squawked with. "They are deplorable half-brains! And I'll thank you very much for never saying such disgusting-"
Embarrassed, the mother sighed, and spoke over their harsh but hushed words. "Forgive us, Mr. Arc. My Weiss and Whitely aren't on the best of terms...especially since she gained acceptance at Beacon."
Weiss paused, and went to protest that-
But her mother hushed her, and grabbed her two children by the shoulders, leading them away. "We'll be with you in a moment. For now...I must talk to these troublemakers."
And just like that, the matriarch of the Schnee waddled her offspring a few feet off, and began whispering. That disciplinary tone understandable even when the words weren't.
Jaune blinked, but Jaques shrugged. "She values image, always has." And to clarify, for reasons fuckall over the rational rainbow, Jaques added. "I do too, but these catgirls...well.."
He turned to the Gammas on standby, smiling at them as they smiled at him. "They've changed me in ways I could never imagine before. The very idea of eternal servants...was very intriguing, Mr. Arc. It's been on my mind every day since we last meet."
The man chortled to himself, stroking his bushy mouth. "Especially in my dreams..."
Jaune blinked again.
"-Yes...your 'Tabby' is a good template indeed. I'm willing to change myself and my priorities for the profits they could give." The man paused, and looked dully into the distance. "...For the...very possibility of...of using this opportunity, if I were honest with myself."
"...Right..."
It took him a bit to sober up, and shudder out the suspect vibes he's getting from this, but Jaune turned to Jaques. "Kali's the template for these girls, but yeah, you're on the right track so far." The man hummed, and he sighed. "To answer the first question though...these girls'll be perfect for domestic life."
Jaune spoke the truth, all he could do is shrug. "They're just smarter housecats who can use the toilet, and what's better than that?"
Jaques's silence was thoughtful, but he didn't give them much pause. There's much to do, and sitting here while watching old creepy dudes think about cloned cat slaves? It's nothing he's hoping to continue, or consider, at any point in his life.
It's only okay if Jaune thinks about it; because you know, he's not married and with three kids.
"C'mon." He turned his back to the man, waving him on. "Let's get going, we've got catgirls to showcase."
And just like that, Jaune walked back, and held a shudder back, as Jaques hummed along with him. His family trialing along not to far behind, while the Gammas tagged along even further.
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The Alpha was fully formed, and the rest of the Schnee gathered.
At his computer chair seat, Murdock cackled for them, typing away at the blue screen. "Watch. It's materials have come together in the throngs of creation!"
"..And what he means by that, I would like to note." Jaune kept ahead of his guests, gesturing to the prone body at the center of the lab. It features a slightly dusky beige, with eyes closed tight and uh...of improper dress. "Is that thing right there is the best and brightest of our catgirls. It's got really tough skin and intelligence
As such, the mother of the Schnee had her Whitley keep his eyes closed, much to his immense displeasure. Jaune could relate.
He'd sound weird for saying that, but at least he's not at the 'dreaming about catgirls' Jaques level yet. Kali doesn't count either, because she came onto him first.
Imaging being a forty year old man that smiles at the creation of sex slaves?-wait, sorry. Indentured servants? Jaune really couldn't, not by a long shot. He's hoping to have others clone the waifus for him, and keep the best quality pussy to himself. No old man fetish involved, just him and whatever's kept from the market.
Which is exactly why the Schnees are here in the first place. Jaune needs someone that'll cooperate with his grand plan. Jaques is simply the guy who's currently up to snuff in cash and competence. There's no
And as they've made themselves-as a family-all the more comfortable around him? He's been doing that more. They're an interesting group of money grubbers and future corporate shills. Jaune liked it.
"Watch!" The Alpha finished floating down, leaning her chocolate colored tits against the glass. Hands against the glass, and golden eyes watching the many faces staring back.
Even the mother frowned now, while-much to his surprise-the daughter kept staring. Not pleased, but not disturbed either. "Watch!"
Jaune paused for Murdock, and continued. "Is that thing, right there? It's the best and brightest of our catgirls. It's got really tough skin and intelligence comparable to actual people."
Weiss turned her eyes away from the scene, as the Alpha slipped out the tube. Getting carried by the hordes of Deltas dancing around it, by the palm of their grubby hands. "Mr. Arc?"
He turned to her this time, and rose a brow. "Miss Schnee? You gotta question?"
"Yes..." she glance back at the scene, as the Deltas wrapped their superior in blankets. Already, some of their numbers were waddling back in with proper clothes and weapons. A mechashift blade, with a greenish black attire. Nothing too dissimilar to palace gear you'd find in Menagerie.
That's on purpose, by the way. Jaune liked the way they looked, just not them in particular.
"They're strong?" She asked, insistent. "And capable?"
"Mhm."
The girl, after thinking about that, slowly nodded. Jaune himself had to do a double on it too, because Jaques was listening along. Letting his daughter's train of thought, on some level, speak for him. It weirded Jaune out in ways he couldn't describe, and chose to ignore for the time being.
...Jaques did say he was going to change, after all...so maybe he just lessened his pride? That would help in giving Faunus workers more money for their labor...
Jaune continued. "Alphas, Beta, and to some degree Gammas can all serve for military purposes. Managing technologies or guns or anything, ya know, that's relevant to military stuff. The small fry can cover most domestics."
He pointed to the new Alpha, and the outfit she had, with the little number on the side.
"She'll be subject '480', and I'll see if she gets any name. I'm pretty iffy when it comes to that stuff. It's because we've only got a couple hundred of these girls cranked out, and most of them could get their own names." Turning to the duo again, he shrugged. "We plan on putting the basics in, and letting whoever pays the lien name them whatever they'd want. They're to be a product, after all."
Though they both considered that, he addressed the older Schnee next. "Which, as it were, Jaques?"
He got the man's eyes now, and thoughtful frown. "We'll be distributing the product by your means first."
"Hm. As in, through company provisions?"
"Yeah, you'll be funding the transportation costs and licensing fees. Which we'll do; until we sorta make ourselves 'kings of the catgirl market' in a way. Like what you do with Dust now."
When the older man nodded-with certainty-Jaune continued.
"Then, after we corner the market for ourselves?" He chuckled, rubbing his hands together, feeling like the world's best (((Rat Faunus))) in the making. "We'll start cracking down on copyright infringements and marketing brands. Then...when nobody else could do what we do, with the supply we've already got in plenty...?
Jacques eyes widened in understanding, and Jaune nodded, rubbing friction into his palms. Feeling pretty passionate about his self-interest. Not only of the power he'd sway, but the peace and serenity it entailed. Jaune would be a hero, and a happy hero at that!
"We sell, and sell, and sell. Distributing our products at desirable prices until Sanus becomes mi-I mean, ours."
Idly, Jaune noticed an abrupt confusion on their faces, and waved them off. A slip of the tongue, oy vey. "Don' worry 'bout the theoretical right now, though. We've first gotta get these girl's another creation tube to spawn from, and a stable platform to profit off of." He squinted at them. "You do understand the current ratio of catgirls there are to people, yeah?"
Weiss, once again, beat her father to the punch. "But...if these creatures are so capable, don't they have moral value? A-As in, a right to life?"
He thought about that for a moment.
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"I mean," Jaune winced, but shrugged. "That's relative to what people think about them, because I don't know if you know, Weiss?" Meeting her eyes, he spoke the truth as it were: the reality of a Catgirl Capitalist in the flesh. Nothing else and nothing less.
"But we're gonna be producers of goods people might buy at affordable prices. And in ground breaking demand, if we're not mistaken." He shook his head. "Our potential for a successful dust and catgirl conglomerate relies on that, ya know?"
"What, producing a good that's in demand?"
"Mhm. Your father and I know how it works, right?" When Jaques nodded to him, Jaune went on. "Until we metaphorically butt-fuck both the government and free market? We've gotta appease the people who'll invest in our product first things first."
Whilst they blinked at the word choice, he rubbed his chin. "Which, I bet-knowing my catgirls-will monopolize us in the handful months to follow. Much like how scroll phones got popular, only faster and more fleshy."
"..." Weiss hissed to herself, arms crossed over her chest, and eyes dulled, digesting that. Jaques did something similar, gaze balefully over the Deltas scattered around them.
Jaune remembered something from earlier, and sighed. "Still, can definitely see why you'd think these girls were people. One hundred percent."
...But, he had to say. "Yet they don't care about themselves, Weiss. They'll do whatever, whenever, and however you tell them to do it. Free Will is their illusion and stuff."
"Is that your opinion, or objective science?"
Whistling, he took a moment to admire the girl's persistence, then shook his head. "Nah, it's basically the science of their programming. They're flesh computers with cat ears and varying levels of intelligence and capabilities." He nodded to her, conceding a little bit, because it'd make sense for him to be a little biased.
"And yeah; even though I don't really talk with most of these cats, and just stand around watching them, I uhh..."
He scratched his head. "Do things, I guess. I can assure you every ELON brand catgirl we have been-and will be-producing is unable to be their own person." Taking a deep breath, Jaune finished his soap box. "Thanks to Murdock, that is."
They looked to the old man at his computer screen down the way, and Jaques spoke first. "Ah! He's your scientist, yes? The man behind this?-"
"Eh, not really. I brought the idea up after he found me." Jaune knew they'd think so, and it made him seethe internally for a second, before shrugging with a sigh. Putting his angsty feelings in the corner for venting time. "He's the technical guy, but early on, he made sure I could crank these girls out if I needed too."
"So," Weiss wedged in, eyes hawkish. Truly, her father's scuffed daughter. "Why's he doing it now?"
"Because he likes it, duh."
She didn't like the sass, but he grinned. "Anyways, yeah, back to the actual catgirl part of capitalism..."
They didn't protest, so he cleared his throat.
"The lower breeds can serve almost exclusively as some sorts of domestic companionship." He frowned, licking his lips and putting his hands together. "Imagine for a moment, that you have a cat, and that cat was smart."
Her father hummed curiosity, yet Weiss blinked.
"Okay...and how smart? What can they do? You talk very big game when it comes to markets and profits, but there's no evidence that people would want this." She stressed this last part out. "Nobody wants an extra mouth to feed, or Faunus lookalike to hear."
Jaune triangle'd his hands now, pointing the fingertips pressed together towards her.
"I beg to differ, Weiss. People, on average, don't hate animal-people, or things. But this ain't about them, no..."
He shook his head. "It's about how even our Epsilon breeds have child sized brains, and theoretically? They could do anything A person would want them to do."
The triangle went back up. "Well, according to the programs they've got in their gunk." He sighed, face scrunched up in consternation. Having a hard time explaining this to non-cultured people.
"See, they're like flesh computers in a sense, that have a variety of chores they could do-"
In the back, they saw the Delta's finally clothing the Alpha, and cheering when she smiled at them. Weiss took a deep breath from the sight, looking apprehensive. "But what's the point in them? I-I'm sorry, but I have no reason to believe these creatures would have any value in the real world."
Jaques looked like he was ready to argue his daughter on that, but Jaune put his hands up again. Palm first. "How so?"
"Because..." she hissed to herself, brow furrowed in consternation. Really digging into her own thoughts. "I don't think working class people-especially Faunus-would want that."
He stared, she noticed the confusion and added. "You know, dumber version of themselves to contend with? Won't they simply be new mouths to feed, and arseholes to clean shit from?"
While Jaques chortled to himself, Jaune thought on that-for what it's worth-radical idea. He turned to Greymane and Sunshine, as they returned with the Gamma several minutes ago.
"Hey, round up some Deltas and Gammas, won't ya?" He smiled, cooking up some good stuff of his own. Just...the less physical kind. "We're gonna have ourselves an unconventional cookout up in here."
They nodded, and gave a deep bow, in unison. Greymane spoke up then.
"Very well, shall we go fishing?"
Weiss looked absolutely bamboozled at the quick reception, but Jaune didn't let up. Nodding to his dutiful workers with a grin.
"Yeah, and make sure to set up camp for tonight, too." He now glanced at Weiss, drinking in that glorious uncertainty and confusion. "We've got skeptics to impress, understood?"
They did, and nodded again, going down the straits to the tub and rounding themselves five Deltas. The Gammas weren't around in here, if Jaune remembered correctly. They should be patrolling outside like usual, as was their assignment. In accordance with their programming, that is.
Science is fun, really. He'd rather do this than serve some huntsmen headmaster any day. Fuck the powers he can't control.
The mini squad of amazonians and semi-midget cat people went out. Backs to the futuristic door sliding into place at their exit to the island frontier.
Weiss turned to him then, Sputtering out her confusion. It was a slurry of high quality entertainment, and he chuckled internally at it.
"What was...how do they?-"
Jaune grinned. "Imagine more than two Alphas, right?" It took her moment to calm down, but Weiss began doing just that by the looks of it. Leveling out her breathing, whilst staring off towards nothing in particular.
"Good. Now imagine one hundred of them. Imagine those bigass two mass-produced for military use? Atlas's military use?"
Oh yeah, she's imagining it, face flushed in all sorts of ways. "T-They're nothing that special, though-"
"Again, I beg to differ. Matter of fact?" Jaune looked over the multitudes of noisy cat fodder, and hollered at them.
"Oi! Over here! Bring me the new Alpha!"
The remaining Deltas, small as they were, practically carried their new superior up to him. The Alpha herself-poor brute that she was-hadn't a clue as what was going on, and stared down at him for guidance. Swiveling her head at every little Delta purring up at her, as though their stupid happiness was a spook.
He smiled at the tanned creature, and glanced at Weiss. "You have a weapon?"
Weiss blinked, then looked down at her dress, and the rapier there. Taking it out and to her guard. "Yes, but...why-"
"Hit my pussy, Weiss." He demanded, not sorry for the terrible wording in the fucking slightest. "Hit that shit with all you got, get those waters tested n' flowing like Faunus wage-slaves at the Vacuo Canal." He went up to the hulking creation, patting her shoulder nice and loud. "Then, after that? tell me these creatures won't just revolutionize the military market, but all markets! As both workers and domestic servants, for-and by-the peoples!"
Her hesitation was palpable, but Jaques found it prime time to butt in, voice demanding.
"Do what he says, Weiss. Our family name could triple our profits by doing this. You, as a Schnee, should care very much about this. Just like Whitely."
Said boy-and his mother-were off to the side, bickering about how mature the boy was. And Jaune, being an expert in maturity, could say Whitely's whining wasn't helping his case at all.
Weiss processed all this for a moment, then nodded, holding her thin blade to her face. Letting loose a few calming breaths. "Very well..."
And after a few more, she moved. Pointing her pointy metal forward with a ballerina's grace and a fighter's fury. Of good form, mind, and apparently soul, as she glowed a icy blue. Her Aura amplifying all aspects of herself, and even the blade she pierced into her target-
Or tried to, as the assault only went tip deep.
Literally: It went past the clothing and dug into the Alpha's skin around her midsection. The preciseness of the strike didn't show much skin, sure, but neither did the attack itself. Like a blip on the dark radar of catgirl harassment.
Weiss pulled back, frowning at the reddish skin she left behind in her failed assault. All the proof she even attacked the Alpha, was that small stream of greenish gunk pouring out the wounds. Not even the hole itself, as it was barely a few centimeters long, and deep.
In short, the Alpha didn't get hurt for shit, and if anything, she rumbled in confusion from the hit. Turning to him, and putting her large forepaws all across his chest, a question on her tongue.
"Myaster? Are you Myaster?" She rumbled, those claws going limp against his shoulder. "I hear you from within, it's a comfort..."
Jaune nodded, and stroked her long locks. "In the flesh, kitty-cat." He looked her up and down, seeing the sizable...D-cup-he thinks- sized chest moving up and down. Her breaths as heavy as her curiosity.
"You've got some superior genetics here, know that?"
She, for some inclined bullshit reason lost in the matrix, relaxed at his touch. Bumping her forehead into his petting hand.
Jaques stroked his mustache with utmost joy; watching this display of catgirl domination. In that ancient way only cartoon villains and corporate oligarchs could do. Yet not have it look out of place, or equally not fucking weird and creepy.
To the Schnee Patriarchs side, Weiss stood on shaky knees, with her rapier down at her side. Seeming to finally get what's going on around here, the scope of his catgirlisms and shits.
The thought made him smile, lifting his new Alpha's chin up, even as she stood above him. Looking his audience over with the calm certainty an entrepreneur needed to succeed. Jaques seemed to notice this, and he jolted his attention to Jaune when he spoke.
"If you don't believe these things have potential now? "He patted the Alpha, grinning when she rumbled another purr. "Then you're crazy. Crazier then even Murdock for penning this bullshit out for me."
...Silence. They were in awe, even Whitley and the mom. Who grabbed her son's shoulders tight.
So...ya know what? He'll let that digest..whilst they walked.
Jaune grinned. "Let's head out for now, yeah?"
He looked back at the catgirls nearby, and how they've been staring at him the entire time, as Murdock typed away. "We've got all the time in the world to experience the island, and at least a few hours more until our camp is set up."
Heading for the door, he didn't bother to ask if they wanted to join, and turned to them, Alpha at his side.
"You coming?"
...And, after all taking an unsure gander at each other, they walked to him. Weiss, for some reason, the first to do so. Eyes heavy on him the whole while.
"Very well," she muttered, passing out the slidy with him, just a step behind his own. "But I still have suspicions..."
He didn't grace that irrationalness with a response, and continued on. Hearing his new Alpha rumble at the newer sights all around. The little things all the freshly created catgirls wonder about.
It was good. He had faith in his product.
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The camp was set up, and though the Schnees constantly bemoaned sleeping in such a way? No one denied that it looked good.
Four tents around a rock-lined campfire in a relatively dry clearing, on a big hill near the mountain base. Sticks, leaves, debris, whatever the fucks, all in short supply. Nothing but the log seats by the raging campfire, and the Deltas cheering at the fish getting cooked.
Dancing around the rocky pit, sticks in hand, always ready to poke and mingle. Greymane, Sunshine, and Chocobeans-as he figured to call her-standing off to the side. Weapons drawn and faces focused.
The smaller catgirls hadn't any special chants, but their rheumatic 'Myah's' prevailed. It was a relaxer for Jaune-and to some concerning degree, Jaques-yet odd as fuck to the rest.
Under the shattered moon, they sat on those logs, listening to the fire cracked in-between...uh.
Ya know, everything else that makes squeaky and or crackly noises? Like when the Delta's smiled at him on occasion, who then increased their cat noises's pitch, just for him?
Jaune frowned, and noticed Weiss frowning too, which immediately made him frown less.
"Hey, Weiss?"
She jolted in place, turning her eyes from her father. Whose currently chortling at the dancing Deltas calling him 'Meowster Schnee.' whenever they came his way. It pleased the old weirdo in equal measures as concerned everyone else. Especially his wife Willow, who sat at his side with an even heavier frown than Weiss's.
"Yes, Jaune?"
He liked the more...neutral tone to her. Sure, it sounded like she wanted to dissect his existence, but the overt 'suspicion' faded. It first started at the lab, and kinda leveled out when she saw the Deltas chucking firewood into the pit. Going silent in consideration, as they did their labor with stupid smiles. Probably the opposite of any Faunus miner's face she's seen, that's for sure.
"You've got a weapon," he stated, more than anything. "Why's that? It looks pretty high-tech too, with all those dust vials built in."
She gave him look, and then spared one towards her father, but calmed down when he was still preoccupied. Watching the tribal dance of the catgirls was a top priory for the man, and for some reason? Weiss took a sigh of relief.
"I'm...heading to Beacon soon," she admitted, like the-literally, hah-cat got out the bag, and fucking ran. "It's always been my dream to become my own huntress there, and..." she shook her head. "Forget it. But yes, I'm to be there in several months. Why do you care?"
Jaune took a gander at Jaques too, and noticed now how his wife quietly hissed at him. A debate brewing there, which took the older man out of catgirl fascination, and then to glare at his wife.
Whitely sighed to himself on a log to their side, and stared at the catgirls himself. Surely to mute out the hushed-but angry, yikes-tones of wife and husband arguing. On the value of indentured servants for fuck's sake.
Poor kid, and poor privileged family...but...
He smiled, as the step ladder of chaos made itself apparent to him, and ya know what? He grabbed it by the handle, and chucked it Weiss's way.
"What if...I request Jaques include you in our future meetings, or keep you in the know?"
That got her attention. "Excuse me?"
Idly, Jaune noted how Willow stood up from her log, and stomped over to the Alpha's. Figuring them better comfort then her disgruntled husband. Who's disgruntled frown became a smile when the Delta's drew near. "You're a smart girl, and you question me like your dad does."
...Though, it'd be better to say she simply questions him when compared to her dad, but details schmetails. Weiss liked the compliment either way, and preened to herself. Apparently used to her parents being dysfunctional to some degree.
Once again, poor privileged family.
"I appreciate the flattery. "She gave him that inquisitive look again, sounding much more 'positive' when doing so. "But I'll be leaving for Beacon's next first year initiation soon...how could I possibly help you? Or contribute to this...ELON brand of your's in anyway?"
The Delta's stopped their circle dance, and just like that, began spearing fish on their sticks. Going up to each and every one of them, holding out those sticks for their consumption. Smiling their happy smile, and going back to their fire dancing after the sticks got grabbed.
With his fishy in hand, Jaune took a meaty bite, noticing Weiss frown at her own fish dinner. When he swallowed the mouth-full of protein, Jaune grinned at the girl for her hesitation.
"You can't," he wiggled his fish at her, not caring for the crumbly flecks of skin that fell in its wake. "Well, not directly, at least..."
She raised a brow at him, and he put his fish on his lap, meeting her eyes.
"But there's a couple things a..." he quieted down a little bit, holding a hand before his mouth. "Beacon Initiate could do for me, yeah?"
"..." Weiss spared her father another glance, seeing him almost dozing off now, with his fish at the side. Deltas poking at his bushy mustache, muttering 'Meowster Schnee?' among other things.
"What have you in mind?"
"A lot of things, really." He spiffed up his loose suit jacket top, and rubbed his hands together. "But to start...?"
He watched her watch him, and smiled, resting his chin on his hand.
"...Let's just say I've got a bit of an interest with Beacon, and huntsmen academy stuff in general."
She didn't understand the chuckle-or the statement-he did, but that's okay. Her silence was pretty much compliance.
And all things considered? Jaune liked compliance. A lot.
Keeping that smile, he crossed his legs over, and addressed her again. As the rest of the Schnees either frowned or ignored their food.
"Right. So, here's the four-one-one, Weiss..." his face became a grin, and he shrugged. "I want to seize every means of production for the greater good, and here's how..."
So, he told her, and just like her father, she looked ready to faint.
It was fine, though, because once again...nobody could stop him.
Nobody could stop the Catgirl Capitalist. No Beacon, Schnee, or goddamn fee on Monty's shattered Sanus had a chance.
And until he's satisfied and successful? With his own private land and quality product to share with his loved ones?
That's just how it'll be.
Just a few more chapters to go, I think. And some quick notes.
Next chapter is a time skip, and i'm thinking somwhere between Volume 2 and 3. Which should be plenty enough time to detail how not only the Faunus workers react and function with the Catgirls coming in, but what Jaune'll have done to capitalize on it.
*I, for some reason, thought what I'm having done here-aka, have a independent investor fund and distribute a rpdocut revolving around pseudo slave labor-WASNT Anarcho Capitalism. But you know what? Scratch that, it totally is. This fanfic is one hundred percent Ancapistani propaganda and I'm not sorry.
*Jaune, for personal reasons, both despises the current huntsmen system and wants to control it in a sense. Well, the world too, but that's for later.
Anyways, that's about it. I know now where I'm gonna take this, but I'll still have to brain storm the way there while I'm at it.
Anyways, questions? Be my guest. Literally.