Glynda was more than slightly annoyed, just a little more. It was nearing curfew and Jaune had yet to return to her rooms, as she had instructed him… her. So instead of savouring a cup of warm tea and curling up on her couch with her signed collector's edition of "Ninja's of Love"; of a course it always helped to know personally know the author; she was instead stalking down the corridor's of Beacon towards the dorm room of JNPR. She was of half a mind to drag Jaune back to her apartment by her ear; but considering recent actions by an heiress and a champion she was more inclined, and thinking of using a "Corporal Punishment" statute, and turn on of both of those girls over her knee and tanning their hides. However, that would all have to wait, first she needed to locate her wayward nephew… niece.
Reaching the door, she used her administrator's access, and disengaged the lock, allowing her to open the door unannounced. She had been prepared to yell, but choked it off when she saw the room was basically empty aside from the aforementioned champion, pacing back and forth like an expectant father.
"Ms Nikos?"
"Professor Goodwitch!" the red haired girl shrieked, before blushing, and trying to compose herself.
"Ms Nikos, where is Jaune?"
"I don't know." Pyrrha actually whined. "She never came back to our room. Have you seen her?"
"I would not be here at your dorm, looking for her, if I had seen her, Ms Nikos." Glynda deadpanned. "Do you have any idea where she might be, by chance?"
"No. Everyone is out checking her favourite spots, I stayed behind in case she came here," Pyrrha started pacing again, "She's not answering her scroll. Everyone we've asked hasn't seen her… what if someone has kidnapped her!"
"Ms Nikos, that is…"
"The world is full of degenerates and perverts! She's… she's so innocent and angelic… they could be doing things too her as we speak!" Glynda felt a migraine coming on, as she watched one of her prize combat students working herself up into a nervous breakdown. "We have to find her! She's going to be molested!"
"I doubt anyone with half a brain, who knows who she is related to… aside from yourself and Ms Schnee would even consider such an action."
"Please!" Glynda almost stumbled back, when Pyrrha lurched forward, dropping to her knees and latched on to her legs. "You have to save her!"
"Get a hold…"
"Fearless Leader is trending!" Nora cried as she burst through the open door, waving her scroll above her head. "Pyr! Jaune-Jaune is famous! Twenty-three thousand likes and reposts in under an hour of her first picture post, and there's like six other pics posted by now."
"Ms Valkyrie, what are you going on about?" Glynda tried to ask, but was completely ignored as the excited orange haired young woman shoved her scroll in Pyrrha's face, which thankful forced her to release her death grip on Glynda's legs.
"Wha… oh… ohhhhhh!" Glynda's eye twitched and the very near erotic utterance made by Pyrrha, "Can you?"
"Sent you the link, already Pyr-Pyr!" Nora laughed, as she pulled Pyrrha from her place, kneeing before Glynda. "And if you think the sundress is good, wait until you see picture four!"
Glynda facepalmed as Pyrrha literally shoved Nora aside, basically launching the shorter young woman into her own bed as she ripped Nora's scroll from her hands, and swiping to the left on the screen. Pyrrha's face grew red, as her eyes widened, and her breathing speed approached hyperventilating range. In an attempt to keep the girl from having even more of a meltdown, Glynda used her semblance to remove Nora's scroll from Pyrrha's grip. As soon as Glynda caught sight of the picture, and instantly her shoulders dropped, and her head started to throb.
"Coco." Glynda sighed, as she took in the picture of Jaune draped in a flowing virgin white wedding dress, complete with fur muffler, a veil and bouquet of white roses surrounding a single red one.
"How did you know, that Coco was posting the pictures, Professor?" Nora asked as she rolled off her bed and back to her feet.
"I just did." Glynda grumbled, now understanding that she had not thought she heard Jaune cry out in shock this afternoon, but that in fact she had heard her. I so do not get paid enough for this shit."
"Yes!" Nora cheered as she recovered her scroll from Glynda's hands, and checked the feed. "Two hundred and twelve more likes until the fifty thousand reward goal is reached!"
"Reward goal?" Pyrrha questioned as she finally regained enough of her own motor control to retrieve her own scroll from her pocket, and was in the process of accepting the invite to the public page. "Coco posted that if Jaune-Jaune gets fifty thousand likes in under six hours, she would activate Blue-Eye Blond Angel's OnlyFans account!"
"Excuse me." Glynda growled, as she turned on her heel and stalked out of JNPR's dorm.
"Hurry up and like Pyr-Pyr! Only Seventy-three more till the goal! New picture!"
"Oh… my…" Pyrrha almost moaned.
Glynda have never been so glad to get out of earshot. Now with a target, and a victim to focus on, she made her way straight towards the bullhead docks. While the scheduled service was not finished for the day, there was still an on call, emergency only crew on station. It would a bit of abuse of her authority, but she was way past caring now. That crew was going to get her to Vale.
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"Oh, oh." Qrow slurred while lazily pointing as he hung out over the sill of Ozpin's open window.
"What (hic) Qrow?"
"Glyn is on the warpath!" he slurred, and then started to laugh. Qrow had arrived a few hours ago, intent on giving an in person accounting of his search for the Spring Maiden, and his concerns about the loss of so many of Mistral's huntsmen. Of course, he found the Headmaster of Beacon three sheets to the wind. It hadn't taken much bending of his rubber arm for Qrow to join in. Qrow in short order then slammed down five shots in rapid order.
"Let me (hic) see!" Oz pin stumbled over and into Qrow before squinting at Beacon's courtyard, trying to focus his spinning sight. "Yep! Someone (hic) is getting (hic) their ass (hic) wooped!"
"Think it's Jimmy?" Qrow asked, as he leaned
Ozpin, didn't reply, but instead drunkenly chuckled as he stretched out his left arm, squinted and made a partial fist, leaving his index finger and thumb out.
"Oz?"
"Crush (hic) your head!" Ozpin slurred as he pressed the point of his index finger to the flesh of his outstretched thumb. "Crush your (hic) head!"
"Let me try?" Qrow swayed as he mimicked Oz's stance, before snorting. "Crush your head!"
"Go for (hic) him? Crush (hic) his spiky (hic) haired melon!" Oz's handed weaved before the pair of inebriated adults. Qrow nearly fell over as he switched his aim.
"Crush your head! Crush, crush, crush!"
"Like being a flat top?" Ozpin shouted, totally unaware that he wasn't shouting but just talking loud, and none of the spattering of students enjoying the courtyard before curfew started to could hear him.
"So… so…" Qrow weaved on his feet, as he focused on Oz, before letting his attention to the opened bottle of Atlean rye, that sat on Ozpin's desk, next to a tipped over empty bottle of Mistrallian whisky. "Need a drink."
"Me too." Ozpin agreed, before he seemed to realize he was holding on in his right hand. "That was quick! Thanks Qrow."
"Welcome." Qrow responded, as he pulled three fingers worth into the crystal rock-style glass in his hand. It was at this point Qrow decided to ask Oz about the old book that sat open on his desk. "What this?"
"A (hic) book."
"Huh. About what?"
"Magics (hic)"
"Neat." Qrow took a drink, "Any good?"
"Fun, (hic) Lets me transforms people."
"I transform." Qrow burped, before taking another drink.
"Really?"
"Yeah!" sounded almost insulted when Ozpin slurred out his question.
"Neat! (hic)"
"Can you give people traits?" Qrow asked while starting to weave on his feet.
"Course! (hic)" Ozpin raised his near empty glass above his head, "I iz the bestest!"
"I dares you…" Qrow finished his drink, before starting to pour another, "Make Gylnda…"
"Okay."
"I never said what…"
"Don't care. (hic) Gonna do it." Ozpin stumbled over to his desk and started, but going to practice first. Pick someone."
"Okay." Qrow shrugged his shoulders, and moved towards the open window, amazingly despite his stumbling, swaying, and weaving; not sloshing his drink about. "Him!"
"Sure?" Ozpin asked, as like Qrow seemed supernaturally inclined to not spill his drink, despite barely being able to stand.
"Yep!" Qrow replied before burping. Ozpin closed one eye and tried to focus on the bulky ginger strutting across Beacon's grounds. A narrow beam of green energy shot from his pointing finger, impacting his target.
"Bullseye! (hic)"
"Hey!" Qrow slurred indignantly, "It didn't do, nothin!"
"Takes time. (hic) Tomorrow he'll (hic) new man."
"Neat!" Qrow nearly missed his mouth as he raised his glass to take a drink. "So, Glynda?"
"Yep! (hic)"
"Can I do it?"
"Course! (hic) Why not!"
"I don't does magics. Don't know hows."
"Not a problem. (hic) Give me a minute, I'll figures if out."
"Cool." Qrow responded as he stumbled backwards, impacting the side of the window, and then sliding downward to end up sitting on the floor.
/=/
"Coco?" Jaune whined as she poked her head out of from behind the curtain of the changing room, that she was becoming intimately acquainted with. "This seems like a little much. I mean… I…"
"Jaune, this is what your fans want. I keep telling you this." Coco retorted as she crossed her arms under her breasts. "Even as a guy, you have this aura, this energy that just makes you unforgettably adorable, and desirable when you dress up."
"But this?"
"Jaune you need to give you seventy-five thousand fans a treat."
"Seventy-five… tho… thou… thousand? How the…"
"Ladies don't swear." Coco cut Jaune off. "Now get your perky little ass dressed. This will be the last set, and then we'll get back to Beacon."
"Coco." Velvet spoke up from behind the tripod mounted digital camera, while she monitored Jaune's new OnlyFans page.
"Yeah, BunBun."
"The last bullhead was almost forty minutes ago. We missed it."
"Oh well," Coco shrugged her shoulders, "I have the key to the apartment above us. We'll just camp there for the night."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course. It's my shoppe, after all." Coco winked at her partner. "Jaune, are you done yet?"
"This is too much? It barely covers anything!"
"It covers the important bits." Coco countered.
"Not by much!" Jaune retorted.
"Jaune, this is what your fans want. They already met and BEAT your tip goal. So you owe them what they have been asking for." Coco gave Velvet a wicked little grin, "Besides, doesn't an Arc always honour their word?"
"Ye… yes; but how?"
"Setting a tip goal, is making a promise. You don't want to be the first Arc in the history of your family to start breaking promises, do you?"
"N… no." Jaune whined.
"Okay!" Coco clapped her hands together. "BunBun get set. Jaune, on the count of five… strut out and give us a few poses… you know which ones. Innocent and sexy!"
"Hold it!" Velvet cried as her more sensitive hearing caught the ping of a donation being registered.
"What BunBun?"
"BedonkaDonkKitty just gave Jaune a twenty-five hundred lien tip! We just hit our second tip goal!" Unseen, and unknown to the trio in holed up in the Adel Sexy and Sensuous Everyday wear; a certain cat faunus was sitting on the stomach of one white haired heiress, restraining her while inputting the purchase information from her credit card.
"Okay, Jaune, this just stopped being a photo shoot."
"What does that mean? What was the second goal?"
"It's a video of you strutting your stuff…"
"Holy fucking mother of god!" Velevt shouted, her ears ramrod straight.
"BunBun?" Coco asked as she took a reflexive step back from the stunned rabbit faunus.
"JaunesSpartanLoveSlave!" Velvet exclaimed.
"BunBun?"
"Twenty-thousand lien tip… twenty-thousand…" Velvet's voice trailed off in utter shock. As Velvet tried to overcome the heart stopping shock, on entranced red head sat on her bed, biting her lip, and rubbing her thighs together.
"Okay! Fourth goal met. This just became a live tease show!"
"What!" screeched Jaune from her sanctuary inside the changing room.
"Okay, BunBun get us set. Post the announcement, and Jaune… get ready to strut your stuff, and shake that moneymaker!" while she spoke giving her directions, she totally ignored the growing sense of doom crawling up her spine. "Don't forget… when I signal for it, to turn your back, popped that perky butt, and hook the bra."
"No! NOT! DOING! THAT!"
"It's a tease, you won't show anything. Soon as that bra hits the ground, you drape an arm across your girls, hiding your nipples while doing a half turn giving us a shot of side-boob… don't forget to lick those lips!"
"No!"
"You promised your fans!" Coco countered, "Can't break a promise now. Arc's word."
Jaune's whine of embarrassment filled the small showroom.
"Alright! Remember innocent and sexy Jaune, and don't forget to say hi and thank them for their support, after you get into that final pose! BunBun… hit the music!"
"Music?!" Jaune screeched, until the first slowed notes started to blast through the pa system of the store. "I LOVE THIS SONG!"
/=/
As the first notes of the slowed and reverb, "Ass Like That" emanated from the speakers of Pyrrha and Nora's scrolls caused Pyrrha to clench. Her breath hitched as she watched Jaune step through the curtain. Pyrrha licked her dry lips as her eyes devoured the sinfully angelic figure that swayed her way forward. Emerald eyes devoured her fully. Running from the spaghetti strap high heels, past the black thigh highs, to the scandalously short micro mini, and upward. The partially buttoned up white dress shirt, arranged to show off Jaune's smooth stomach, hiding her bouncing chest, but exposing desirable cleavage Silky Blond hair floated free in the air, as Pyrrha struggled to not moan. Jaune's hips and core moved in time to the music. Slowly she turned about, arms swaying above her head.
Just across the hall, Blake smirked as Weiss literally went stiff and then fell comatose, as the sensual images playing before her. Yang gave her partner a knowing, grin, as Ruby hid her head under her pillow while muttering something along the likes of "Utter filth."
Nora hooted and hollered, acting as if Jaune could actually hear her cheering voice, as Ren sat on his bed, back facing his teammates, his face hidden in his hands; his shoulders drooped and defeated.
Pyrrha couldn't stop herself, her mind let so, so many lewd images flood her thoughts. She squeezed her thighs together as she mentally declared that as much as she loved Jaune as his original goofy, and dorky self… this Jaune was just too much more. This innocent,s exual angel was all she would ever desire; and she swore that she would let NO ONE take Jaune from her.
"Thirsty wench." Nora whispered into Pyrrha's ear.
"Yes… yes… I am." Pyrhha admitted, totally not concerned with how her teammate crossed their shared dorm room without her notice. Completely uncaring, all that was on her mind was Jaune. Fuck her self-inflicted duty to be the best huntress in Remnant. Screw her tournament career. The world could burn down around her, all that matter was Jaune.
The sliding off the shirt off her shoulders and down her back, followed by Jaune stopping as the music continued to play; her pert behind pushed out, and her torso slowly turned, showing generous side boob while the most enticing parts were hidden by her right arm. Everyone who was watching the stream gasped, and more than one fell unconscious to their beds of the floor, as Jaune raised her left hand up, slapped her own ass playfully while smiling, before softly speaking.
"Thank you everyone. Hope you enjoyed." her eyes sparkled with innocence, showing that she really had no clue that she now made herself possibly the most desirable creature in all of Remnant.
Nora cheered as Pyrrha fainted, her body convulsing, as across the hall Yang wolf whistled and Blake's brain blanked.
/=/
Glynda had no idea, when she used her semblance to pull the secured front door of the designer clothing store, of what she would see, nor that her sudden appearance striding past the twisted remains of the door, wielding her crop, would suddenly have Jaune's admirers clamouring for more. The disciplinarian of Beacon at that point became a fantasy, one that often included her using that very crop to discipline the perky bubble butt of Jaune.
At Goodwitch's appearance, Velvet froze. Her eyes wide in terror, while Coco screamed in holy terror, before trying to bolt… abandoning her partner and cousin to face the wrath of her aunt alone.
"No you don't. Get back here my darling little niece… Auntie wants to have a few words with you." Glynda yelled as she snapped her crop out and wrapped the fleeing fashionista in her semblance, "And Jaune…"
"Yes, Aunt Glynda?"
"Properly dressed, as befitting of a proper young lady, NOW!"
"Can… can I…" Jaune swallowed, as she watched the understandably petrified Coco being levitated towards their shared blood relation.
"Can you what, Jaune?"
"Keep the heels?" she asked innocently.
Glynda's semblance collapsed, dropping Coco ass first to the floor.
/=/
"So I just throw it like a grenade?" Qrow asked with slurred words as Ozpin, rolled a baseball sized ball of green energy in the palm of his hand as he took a swallow from the bottle of Atlean Rye.
"No, (hic) like a baseball (hic)" Ozpin replied as his eyes started to droop, while he swayed on his feet. "Just picture (hic) what you want, Glyn… Glynda to (hic) look like, and tomorrow morning… poof, that's (hic) what she'll be like?"
The landing of a bullhead drew their drunken attention, causing both men to stumble and weave to the open window. Rearing his hand back, Qrow tried to steady himself, by sticking his tongue out the side of his mouth. It was hard to aim, as he was currently seeing for of basically everything. Snapping his arm forward, he launched the ball of mystic powers out the window and on a direct course for the Deputy Head-Mistress.
Either it was being drunk, or his semblance kicking in, but the ball totally missed Glynda, the intended target, and instead impacted the short blonde girl walking head down just behind and to the side of Glynda.
"OZPIN!"
Ozpin who was almost out on his feet, snapped to attention for a microsecond at the bellowing of his name. Qrow for his part stumbled backwards.
"Yes, dear?" Ozpin responded, as his body finally tipped too far to one side. The headmaster collided with the floor face first, and instantly went limp. A light snore escaping his drooling lips.
"Direct hit!" Qrow called out, before some portion of his survival instinct, clicking in, and he made the decision to make his escape. Stumbling away from the window, he turned and allowed his form to shift. The crow staggered about and weakly flapped its wings before collapsing to the floor.
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Glynda awoke the next morning in a severe mood. Swearing under her breath to Salem, the immortal witch, that she was supposed to be resisting; that Ozpin would suffer today. Last night was beyond a test of her patience, temper, and sanity. After being struck by a ball of green energy, Jaune seemed to be fine, with no noticeable wounds. The sound of whining coming from the spare room that Glynda had sequestered Jaune into last night caused her to raise an eyebrow. Hesitation, fear and dread began to fill her.
A knock on her door, caused her to ignore the sounds of something scratching against the wood of the closed door to the guest room. Using her semblance, she flicked the lock, while reaching out and turning the door knob to the spare bedroom.
"Come in, it's unlocked!" Glynda called out as she swung the door to the room Jaune was in open. Jaune time to get… what the FUCK!"
"Professor Goodiwtch, is Ja…" Pyrrha started to speak, before her eyes opened wide in utter shock.
A blond and white blur ripped along the floor past Glynda's feet. It stopped just before Pyrrha, a puffy and fluffy tail flicking back and forth as a blond fox, yipped and barked before bolting through Pyrrha's spread legs and tearing off down the hall.
"Close the… door" Glynda started to cry, as what she was absolutely sure was Jaune, once again changed by Ozpin vanished into the hallways of Beacon.
"I'm sorry!" Pyrrha cried out, before spinning on her heels, and declaring, "I'll go get her back!"