Chapter 2: Restless for a night.
Blake shivered against her bed as the soft breeze sent a massive wave of sensation through her frenzied, hormone-riddled body as it rolled in through the open window.
She cursed her fine-tuned senses, now driven doubly so by the fact that she was getting into the time to mate. In an act to stop her heated thoughts, she did what she normally does; recite what she knows about the situation, and try to find a way to counteract it.
Faunus reach sexual maturity at the same time humans do, but there was always an exception, in both species. She was one year under maturity and her body decided sooner was better than later for her to experience the frenzy of emotion and animal desire that every Faunus goes through. And these feelings now coursed through her like a long-engrained libido.
She found no easy way of counteracting this situation and then huffed to herself and used her practised agility and stealth to shut the windows and return to bed, without waking one of her fellow huntress-in-training.
She dwelled on that last thought for a moment. She was a huntress for Dust's sake! A concealed warrior hiding from the shadows of any given realm of Vale. A master of stealth and sabotage and incognito actions! She is a Faunus pretending to be a human! She is a master of her own emotions and her tool of choice – her precious Gambol Shroud.
And yet, she could not keep her mind, or her voice, or her body away from acting out to find a mate.
A deep blush surfaced on her cheeks once more, as she found herself more and more embarrassed by her growing desire to search for a male to lay with, and less and less resistant to the overwhelming feeling inside her.
Even more so embarrassed was she by her desire to make herself appealing by making her… front more pleasing to smell, and then presenting herself to any potential males. She pushed those thoughts away once more and focused on calming down.
It's not that she didn't enjoy what was happening to her – were she in a different place, with someone she loves, and not trying to dedicate her time and effort to learning how to fight monsters, she'd happily succumb to her new feeling of arousal and excitement. It felt wonderful, every little detail was enlightening and splendid, and every sensation was five times more potent, and more magnificent.
But the state it put her in – while she was in a room with her female friends, at a school full of energetic, strong, teenage warriors, with demanding important work – was horrible, and if any found out, or saw her acting towards mating, she'd be humiliated for the rest of her time in Beacon. She briefly contemplated neutering herself to pass on having to experience it again, if that were to happen. Only briefly though, she liked to keep herself whole if at all possible thank you.
'Whole… Complete… That's not what I'm feeling right now…' Blake thought as melancholy cooled her ravenous mind to a state of clarity. While every little thing felt wonderful and good, at the same time, it left her bereft of fulfilment and contact with another, and that saddened her deeply.
She had once before tried to find another to be with, someone who she trusted and cared for who she believed felt the same way. Someone who shared her passions and treated her and others fairly, and would give her the love she waited for all her life. But she was sadly mistaken. She was only a tool to the agenda of a malicious group, hell bent on seizing control over the Faunus-oppressing world. She once believed Adam to be her loved one… but he, just like the White Fang, only wanted her prowess and ability. Not her.
Never her…
She reviewed herself while she could still register her surroundings.
Her heart raced faster than a Dust-splashed rabbit; her mind was abuzz with thoughts and comments and images, and her body twitched and tensed at the slightest sensation. It was driving her mad! Never before had she handled such an infuriating array of feelings before, and found the idea of this whole thing continuing for quite some time into her natural life, very, very displeasing.
'There comes a time in every woman's life when she goes from being a girl to being a woman… I will feel overwhelmed with emotion and controlled by sexual temptation… This will occur every second spring and will not stop for two-three weeks and, if not satisfied or dealt with, may return two-four weeks later.' She sighed externally about her predicament.
She had been taught about the changes in the body when a person reaches maturity. She knows all about the Dust-Men-and-the-Dust-Mine. Or the Birds and the Bees. Or the Nevermore Spikes and the Human Burrow, or whatever it is people decide to call it. She understands what is happening to her, and that it is a natural part of life.
'But that does not mean, for a moment, that I have to enjoy losing control to temptation and lust.' She thought moodily.
It didn't help that she was dressed in her usual long-sleeved dark night gown; which she normally found freeing and conservative – at least compared to her partner Yang, and sometimes Ruby – but right now didn't seem to cover as much skin as she wanted.
Her audible sigh echoed around the room and she shut her mouth, hoping she hadn't woken her teammates. Apart from a snore and a shuffle they all slept silently in their misshapen places, none the wiser to Blake's suffering.
Blake turned over on her tussled bed – misshapen from constantly squirming and occasionally writhing in reaction to her building heat. She tried to regain some composure and resume her train-of-thought.
The worst part of the whole experience is that she knew, very well, that it was coming. Long before hand, having been examined by a Vale physician and told of her increased hormone levels, and the possibility that she would be prematurely reaching maturity. That thought made her laugh for whatever good that was. It came out as a flirtatious giggle and she finally huffed once more and turned over in her ruffled sheets; once again attempting to get some rest.
She should count herself lucky. She had a much better grasp on the situation than many Faunus before her, who'd given in to temptation at the drop of a hat, as well as those currently attending Beacon, who're finding themselves needing extra restraint than last time 'round. She was like Weiss in her composure compared to other Faunus experiencing heat, whilst they were like Ruby or, say, Nora.
She tried to still her hastened thoughts as much as she could and tensed her body stiff in order to get a decent night's sleep. It was already past 2 am if the night sky was to be trusted. And for a brief moment of time it worked, she had corralled her increasing desires and managed to sleep for a few blissful minutes before a dream took hold once more.
The dream that was the very reason she was awake and fidgety in the first place.
She'd had a very… lively dream of herself being ravaged by an unknown presence who excited and pleasured her in unbelievable ways; who brought wave after wave of satisfaction and ecstasy with every sensual touch and promising whisper onto her bare, warm body.
Her conscious mind registered the dream as something foreign; she rarely had such fantasies. Rarely being the important word there. She was an avid reader of the 'Ninjas of…' series of adult books, after all. Brilliance requires imagination, right?
But what actually drove her to wake from her dream, was when she tried to put a face to those tremendous feelings, and only one person appeared before her:
Jaune Arc.
'Where did that come from?'
With that she had jolted upright, wide awake, and now knowingly plagued with being in heat. That was twice for one night. She grumbled under her short breaths and lay on her bed, aggravated and stimulated.
What had aggravated her most about the dream was not the unwelcome by-product (she cleaned up quickly before anybody awoke), or the next two weeks of debilitating hormonal overdrive, but rather the fact that she had pictured Jaune at all.
The leader of Team JNPR and lovable idiot of Beacon's new line of Hunters-in-training?
Don't get her wrong, Blake considered him a friend; he was kind, and oddly charming at times, and undeniably good-looking, and open-minded about Faunus, and sporadically humourous. But overall, his greatest quality was his heart and soul. He had a good soul. A pure soul.
He was a good person, who always trusted others and remained loyal to those he cared about. Be them man or woman, adult or child, or Faunus or human. He was a rare thing for a Faunus to see in a human, especially with how Faunus-human relations were escalating with each passing week. That was why his aura was so plentiful and powerful.
But to think of him when having such perverse thoughts? That was just shocking.
Sure he had boyish good looks, and suave, short golden hair that made her want to cry, and a smile that was so cute that she couldn't help but smile too, and armour that accentuated his manly features whilst his uniform let anyone watching a very good view of what he has going for him, and a body that was as delicious as a-
She stopped herself when she realised she would begin to tunnel down a mine she didn't feel like getting into.
Jaune was a perfectly good guy, but it's just that he wasn't the guy for her. When she had thought about her first time, she wanted it to be with someone special; someone she'd chosen because of trust and love, not a hormone-crazed accident. She didn't want to enjoy the act of love if there was no love present. Not that she believed him incapable of love, it's just it would not be for her, and hers would not be for him.
'At least not now~' her mind sang in a flirtatious lilt. She physically slapped the air in an effort to shut up her brain and then resumed her train-of-thought.
In addition to him and her not working, he was kind of… off limits. It was almost no secret that Pyrrha had a strong liking for the young man. Everybody could see it, even Jaune – that is, after nearly everybody had pointed it out, (teachers and unknown strangers included) and he then noticed it for himself too.
Why else would she stay by his side for so long, from so early on? Yes, Jaune had proven he was a decent team leader, and was excellent in strategy during exams and classes, but he was a goof and quite… less than good at many other faculties of being a Hunter. He was greatly improving, but still, not great.
And so the idea of trying something; anything with Master Arc would be asking for trouble.
Also, Ruby seemed to be pretty enamoured with him too, even if she wouldn't admit it, or her feelings on the subject weren't fully realised. So Blake had backed off immediately. Even though she felt no romantic attraction to the boyish knight.
Weiss and Yang and Nora had too, but, they were just humouring the Amazonian Huntress. Nora especially, trying to throw Pyrrha off and admit concealed feelings by seeming disappointed she couldn't begin her plan to "Undertake the Mooning". Whatever that was.
The case with Pyrrha notwithstanding, it would be a bad idea. They were two completely different people, and they have never actually talked, or interacted meaningfully. So it just wouldn't work, being in a relationship with him.
And so it was just shocking to think of him in any way when feeling what she's feeling currently. And yet, at the same time, it was strangely… appropriate.
Of all the boys she knew from the school, he was closest to her. Ren was nice, and seemed a lot like her, but like Jaune was with Pyrrha, he was off limits because of Nora. And by that, she meant completely off-limits, way more than the plans to an ultra-weapon to wipe out an enter infestation of Grimm; or Weiss' hairbrush, or Yang's hair, or Ruby's cookies. Completely. OFF. LIMITS. There was no way she was going to tumble with Nora for something. No sir.
Despite the limitation, Jaune was always kind to her, despite her never doing or saying anything in return.
She sighed and angrily reminded herself that she was justifying her accidental thoughts of him; once more. And she was bemused to see that she was rationalising more of her actions, and becoming less resistant to the idea.
She severely hoped for this torment to end. To spare her the horrible awkwardness of attempting to find a mate. Especially if she tried to find Jaune. She tried to distract herself but found more and more things arousing or changing to become more attractive.
The painting Weiss had placed; it became the scene for her to lay with her chosen mate, swathed in desire and beauty amongst the trees of Forever Fall. The poster Yang had put up; the Achieve Men in their less than evocative but highly humourous positions soon became challenging competitors for her affection, undressing and displaying their muscles – or lack thereof – for her. And Ruby's curtains; Blake wondered what it would be like to make love with it wrapped around her.
She drove those thoughts away and felt ashamed of using her friend's possessions as fuel for her inane fantasies.
In her musings she finally lost her immeasurable patience and wrapped herself in Gambol Shroud, for once being reasonably comfortable that night. She couldn't believe that had actually worked, but was relieved to know that her body had complied in not being restless for the night. Now if she could cool her thoughts then maybe she could get some proper rest.
She planned how she was going to escape herself being in heat whilst in the school: She'd contact her teachers, tell them she was not feeling well, same going for her friends (should they check her temperature and heart-rate they'd believe that), and then just lock herself in the room. Until she could find a way to hide in a place where her increasing desires and demands will be simmered down or ignored.
It wasn't perfect, but it was all she had. Gods hope that she doesn't come across an attractive male on the way out to a safe haven.
Her mind quickly became restless once more as it plagued her into slumber with questions and answers and males, all whilst battling a losing war against her hormone-induced cravings alongside her mate-dominated imagination.
And when the mind is restless, the body acts in the most surprising of ways.
Another one bites the Dust. Hehehe, RWBY humour, heheh.
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