Jaune felt bad about bolting from Aunt Glynda and Pyrrha, but she had a very serious issue, that needed to be resolved. Jaune had no idea what happened, she remembered the green ball hitting her last night, and the "talk" she had with Aunt Glynda, and the next thing she knew she woke up last night needing to use the washroom, and then the problem revealed itself. She was no longer tall enough to reach the door knob, in fact she no longer had hands. So she spent the last three hours trying to get Aunt Glynda's attention. Scratching at the door and whining.
But now she was free, and her growing problem was going to be resolved. Her claws skidded and clicked against the tiled floor as she tore down the hallway towards Beacon's main entrance. Amazingly, she could hear Pyrrha's foot falls, as the red-headed girl gave chase, she could even smell her, which did interesting things to her insides, but more important things needed to be taken care of. Instinct drove her, and absolute need.
"Nora! Grab her!"" Jaune heard Pyrrha cried out. In her focus on her need, Jaune had not noticed that Ren and Nora had somehow magically appeared before her. Jaune tried to evade, by her claws couldn't get a grip on the waxed tiles, and she literally skidded into Nora's waiting arms.
"Oh, you're so cute!" Nora squealed, "Can I keep her, Rennie?"
Jaune twisted and turned in the orange haired bomber's grasp, trying her best to get free. She yipped, barked and whined. Her fluffy tail whipping about and her paws churning at the air as Nora held her up in the air.
"Nora, no pets." Ren answered her, which instantly had Jaune growling at the lone male of team JNPR.
"You hurt her feelings, Rennie!" Nora gasped, pulling the adorable fox into a tight hug. "Don't worry, momma Nora will take…"
"You caught her," Pyrrha gasped. Even with all the training Pyrrha did, she was amazed that something, so small, could so easily out pace her. "We need to get Jaune back to Professor Goodwitch."
"Did you say Jaune?" Ren asked, a sense of cold dread sliding up his spine.
"Jaune-Jaune?" Nora asked as she brought the small fox up to her eye level.
Jaune whined as she answered Nora's question, her ears fattening against her head; before resuming her struggles. Twisting about in a desperate bid to get free.
"It's okay, Jaune we're going to figure this out okay sweetie." Pyrrha cooed as she reached out and started to scratch Jaune behind her ears. The sensation instantly caused Jaune to cease squirming, in fact if made her all most go limp. The sensation of pure ecstasy flooded her system, making Jaune completely forget the whole reason she was so worked up.
"AHHHHH!" Nora screamed.
"Jaune!" Pyrrha cried out in embarrassment.
"Please no more." Ren whimpered.
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"It's okay, Jaune." Pyrrha cooed as she softly ran her fingers along Jaune's flattened ears. "It was an accident, Nora will get over it. I promise… and if she doesn't… I'll hurt her, okay, love?"
Jaune just whined, from her spot curled up in the covers of her bed, her tail draped over her eyes. She was mortified about what happened, and if she could blush, she would be redder than Pyrrha's hair. Now that her immediate need had been taken care of, Jaune's mind was clearer, and she was trying to understand what was going on with her, along with trying to reconcile the fact she was trying to get outside to go to the bathroom.
They had returned to JNPR's dorm, so Nora could have a shower and get a change of clothes. Ren had gone to let Professor Goodwitch, to inform her about what they were doing, and when he returned he just shook his head, telling everyone not to ask. So there Jaune was, now a cute fox, getting delicious ear scratches, while trying to come to terms that she had peed on one of her teammates.
"I love you so much, and this isn't going to change that, sweetheart." Pyrrha murmured as she leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the top of Jaune's furry head.
The sound of the shower had stopped several minutes ago, and Jaune was a little stunned at all the scents she was being able to pick out. In fact, she was quickly learning what ones to associate with each member of her team. She scrunched up further and whined when the bathroom door swung open.
"Better, Nora?" Pyrrha asked, suppressing a giggle. "That's three showers before lunch."
"Bad girl!" Nora admonished, wagging her finger at Jaune, who whined pitifully in response.
"Nora, it wasn't her fault. It was an accident."
"So, where's Professor Goodwitch?" Nora asked, changing the subject.
"She's… collecting herself, and then going to have a meeting with headmaster Ozpin about Jaune's issues." Ren responded, not willing to divulge that he in fact had seen the feared combat professor, an ugly sobbing wreck.
"So what do we do now?" Nora asked, "It's not like we can haul fearless Leader around… well we could but.. Maybe we should…"
"We are not skipping all our classes, Nora." Pyrrha stated flatly, stepping into her role as deputy team leader, considering Jaune couldn't even talk right now..
"We can't leave Jaune alone."
"Why not? If we leave the bathroom door open…"
"It's not that!" Nora countered, her cheeks growing bright red.
"Then what is it?"
"Every time we take our eyes off her, she changes into something." Nora pointed out. "Boy to girl, now girl to actual vixen."
"Well, we can't miss our classes."
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Glynda was at the end of her rope. The tea Mr Ren had made for her, while she completely fell apart on her couch, had helped sooth her, bringing her back from a complete mental shut down. Though, she blushed when she remembered grabbing the young man as soon as he showed at the door to her apartment, and balling her eyes out with her face pressed into his chest. He of course agreed that no one would know. So, feeling much more centred, than she was when she saw her niece having transformed into a vixen, she was on her way up to Ozpin's office.
As she stepped out of the elevator, she could smell it. Stale air, body odour and booze. She gritted her teeth, focusing all of her frustration into a single pinpoint of focus. Her heels clicked on the floor as she moved forward. She saw them both, passed out on the floor. One on his face next to an open window. The other in the centre of the floor. She decided to deal with Qrow first. Walking up to the still form shifted man, she reached down, and gentle took hold of one of his tail feathers. A cruel smirk crossed her face, as she tightened her grip and then yanked.
The squawk of pain and terror echoed about the room, as the corvid jumped into the air, flapped his wings and flew head first into the nearest window. Still holding the plucked feather, Glynda strode forward, as Qrow's now crumpled human form groaned in pain. He stiffened when he heard the click of her heels behind him. Spinning around, so he was now sitting on his sore behind, he pressed himself back against the wall below the window he had flown into.
"Qrow." Glynda greeted him while holding up feather, a malicious grin crossing her features.
"Glynda." Qrow returned the greeting while nervously swallowing.
"I know, you and Ozpin were fucking around last night."
"No, we …"
"Qrow?"
"Yes?"
"DO. NOT. LIE. TO. ME." Glynda spoke in a very neutral tone, but the way she emphasized each word, actually made a shiver travel down Qrow's spine. "So, you and Ozpin were fucking around last night."
"Yes?"
"Something struck my once cherished nephew… who is now my vulnerable niece," Glynda, casually leaned forward and reached out with the feather touching Qrow on the nose. "And imagine my surprise to find her no longer a delightful young woman, but a fox… an actual vixen."
"Oz did it." Qrow shivered as Glynda brushed his once tail feather against his cheek.
"Oh, I know he did, but I have a distinct feeling that the green orb that struck her was meant for me, and now seeing you here… makes me wonder if some goading was at play? If someone was trying to get a rise out of me… so, I've caught myself thinking."
"About?"
"A choice this troublemaker is going to face."
"Choice?"
"Yes… I'm at a crossroads as to if I should request him to go to JNPR's dorm room and instruct my niece on how to change back to her human form… assuming what happened to her, was the same type of improvement given to him and his bitch of a sister or…"
"Or?" sweat was starting to bead on the quickly sobering huntsman.
"If I should spend the time individually counting every feather he has when he's a bird." Glynda brushed the feather on Qrow's nose. "This is one…"
"JNPR's dorm?"
"It's across from your own nieces' dorm room. You know where that is, right?"
"I do."
"Good." Glynda tapped his nose with the feather one more time. "Thank you for your help, now if you don't mind…"
Qrow just nodded, and waited as Glynda stood up straight, before scrabbling across the floor and scrambling to his feet. Without pausing, he made the elevator.
"Oh, and Qrow…"
"Yes, Glynda?" he asked with a ball of fear sitting in the pit of his stomach.
"IF, it doesn't work… we're back to option number two."
Qrow paled, as his legs began to shake. The doors of the elevator started to close as Glynda grinned, and then waved at him with the feather she had plucked. Qrow visibly shivered.
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"Did you guys see the poll on BeaconBook?" Yang asked as she played on her scroll.
"Poll?" her trio of teammates asked in surprising unison.
"Yeah, MercWithAMouth, posted it, actually it's two polls; if you really read it." Yang continued, "it's asking everyone in a side-by-side pantie clade comparison who would win, and it has four choices."
"Oh for fu…"
"Swear jar!" Ruby spoke up, pointing at Blake with an accusing finger.
"Where is it? I don't see it." Weiss spoke up.
"Sent you the link to the post." Yang responded. "Did you get it?"
"I did… what the f…"
"Swear jar!" Ruby snapped her attention to her partner, her silvered eyes narrowed in an adorable glare.
"So you are going to vote, Blake? How about you, Weiss?"
"I'm conflicted on so many levels." Blake groaned.
"This is… is… preposterous. It's objectifying, demeaning…"
"This is almost… filth." Ruby moaned as she found the post her sister was referring to. "Bellabooty? Schneeheinie? BunnyBuns? Moon D'Arc?"
"Going to vote for your self?" Yang gave the SDC heiress a saucy grin.
"As if I would lower myself to take part or justify this… this debauchery." Weiss complained, while in her mind she was torn. Vote for her own exquisite rear end, or for the divine posterior of her once former harasser.
"How about you, Blake?" Yang asked in a teasing tone.
"As if Jaune's is better than mine." Blake scoffed, as she secretly voted for the Moon D'Arc.
"Really?" Yang gave both her teammates a knowing grin. "Seeing as the votes for Jaune's bubble butt just went up by two this very second."
"I'm so conflicted." Ruby whined, causing Yang to turn towards her in a panic.
"You're not allowed to vote, Rubes."
"And why not?" Ruby gave her sister the start of the puppy eyes. "I have opinions too, you know."
"Because…" Yang couldn't off the top of her head find a justifiable reason, and actually breathed a sigh of relief as Uncle Qrow appeared rushing up to them.
"Pipsqueak, firecracker" Qrow greeted them between pants, "JNPR's dorm room. Where?"
"Why…"
"Will explain later." Qrow responded, cutting Yang off before she could finish asking her question. "So?"
"Did something happen to Jaune?" Ruby asked, her silver eyes enacting the sad pout attack.
"Maybe." Qrow stuttered, as his fear of Glynda's retribution override the power of Ruby's innocence.
"I can take you there. It's not far." Blake spoke, ending the sister's attempts at getting information out of their uncle.
"Thank you." Qrow breathlessly replied, accepting the offer without hesitation.
"Meet you in the cafeteria?" Blake asked the rest of her team. Getting nods in response to her query.
"So, Weiss?" Yang looked at the SDC heiress with a saucy grin, as Blake lead away Yang and Ruby's uncle.
"Yang?"
"How would you like to see, Jaune's dance in full? I'm a subscriber, so I have access to past live shows."
"Really? Er… I mean… why would I?" Weiss stammered, hoping Yang hadn't caught the slip of her tongue, but seeing the grin on Yang's face; she knew her fate was sealed.
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Blake knocked on the door to JNPR's dorm, and only had to wait a couple of seconds before it was opened, by Nora.
"Blake, why…"
"Okay, where is she?" Qrow butted in, as he pushed past both Blake and Nora to enter the room.
"Who are you…" Pyrrha started to ask, as Jaune in her vixen body hopped to her feet. Her tail swishing back and forth, her deep blue eyes focused intently on Blake.
As soon as Blake saw her, fear climbed up her spine. Blake didn't understand her fear of canines. It was just there, and had always been. Now, she wasn't scared of faunus with canine features, or even grimm that had canine like shapes. That didn't bother her in the least, nope, she just suffered from an unholy fear of actual dogs and related animals.
"Keep that beast away from me!" she screeched in abject terror as she stumbled backwards to slam her back against the far wall of the hallway. The vixen's ears drooped, and she wined pitifully.
"You hurt, Jaune's feelings, Blake." Pyrrha growled, actually growled at the hidden cat faunus. Blake's mind was too twisted in fear to register the meaning of the love struck girl's words.
"Everyone out." Qrow ordered, as he pointed at the vixen standing on the bed, amidst a nest of blankets. "You stay right there."
"What are you doing here, what's going on and WHO are you?" Pyrrha asked, her emerald eyes narrowed.
"Glynda will explain later. I'm here to help her, so privacy, please." Qrow tried to be polite, but the fear of Glynda's almost cold demeanour earlier this morning, had him freaked beyond belief. "So everyone out."
The remainder of JNPR tried to resist, as Qrow moved around the room and began to shove them towards the door. The older huntsman hearing snarls and growls from the vixen. Ren put up no resistance, and just went. His mind and will, long, having given up trying to make sense of what was happening. Even his chat with his ancestor's last night, was less than informative. Nora, still a little miffed at Jaune's accident, followed Ren's lead, and stepped out of the room. Pyrrha however tried to dig her heels into the tiled floor, only for one of them to snap off, and cause her to stumble forward, and out the door straight into Blake, who had moved away from the wall and was proceeding to make a dash down the hall.
The faunus and the champion found themselves a tangled mess on the floor of the hallway, as the door to JNPR's dorm was slammed shut. Unknown, and unseen by the quartet in the hall, a member of team CRDL saw, the collision, and snapped a quick couple of pictures with his scroll of the Belladonna and Nikos tangled in each other's arms. He grinned, as he planned to take the accidental positioning of the pair, and use it to stir the hornet's nest of the Beacon rumour mill. Sliding away, he decided to return to his dorm room, to not only wake up his strangely still sleeping team leader, but to also let him know let his team what he saw and what he had managed to capture.
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Qrow, stuffed the desk chair under the door handle, jamming it, and thereby jamming the door closed. He let out a deep breath as he turned his attention to the vixen, which was in a very human like way regarding him with a puzzled and apprehensive look.
"Okay, your aunt asked me to see if I can help you, so you do not have to be suspicious of me trying anything." Jaune tilted her head, and closed one eye. "Of course you don't believe me. I'm Ruby and Yang's uncle, if that helps."
Jaune sat, and tilted her head to the other side. Jaune was confused. She was getting what he was saying, and wanted to believe him; it was just the smells coming off him were making her wonder. Alcohol, was the main one, almost overpowering everything in the room; then there was obviously the normal stench of body odour. But it was the faint third scent that was making her curious. It reminded her of chicken… she loved chicken… it was her favourite ingredient… and that was making her stomach growl.
"Look, I'm going to show you something. It will make why your aunt sent me; BUT it has to remain a secret. No telling anyone, okay?" Qrow watched the vixen in front of him, for a sign. Any sign that would confirm to him that she understood. The slight nod, made him relax slightly. "Okay, now watch."
Jaune was instantly on her feet, instinct, hunger and the love of chicken overriding her more advanced thought processes. Growling, barking and yipping, she dashed off the bed and raced forward. A squawk of surprise by Qrow echoed about the room, followed by the sound of desperately flapping wings as he took off, getting into the air above the reach of the suddenly aggressive fox.
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"Hey Cardin!" Dove called out as he returned to CRDL's dorm. The rest of the team were gone, having given up waiting for the ginger haired young man to get out of bed. "Get up."
"No." he grumbled from under his sheets.
"We've got classes soon, and you need to get ready, besides I have something we can have some fun with." Dove rambled on as he approached Cardin's sheet covered form. Grabbing the edge of the thin linen cloth, Dove yanked. "What the FUCK!"
Dove's shout, caused Cardin to suddenly sit up straight. He had a raging headache, that reminded him of some of the hangovers he had suffered through when he used to sneak from his father's liquor cabinet; as well, strangely the top of his head felt sore and sensitive. Plus, Dove's yell seemed even more loud than normal.
"What's with the yelling?" Cardin growled. "Cut it out, I have a headache."
"Cardin… are you okay?"
"No, I'm not. My head is pounding, and your screaming like a fucking pansy is not helping." Cardin growled.
"No, seriously. Are you okay? Like you do not look like you."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I'm out here." Dove snapped, as he rushed to get out of the room. "I'm not getting infected."
"Headaches aren't contagious, you moron."
"Fucking animal." Dove shouted over his shoulder before the door to the room slammed shut.
"Asshole." Cardin grunted as he forced himself out of bed and walked into the bathroom. Moving to the sink, he ran some cold water and splashed it on his face, before looking up and into the mirror.
The few students milling around in the halls, or making their way towards the cafeteria, were shocked by the distinctly not masculine scream that emanated from CRDL's dorm.