It had been a very long flight for Jasmine Arc. The words and emotional state of her girls Rouge and Bleue during the flight, making her mind run through various not pleasant scenarios. Main theme of them, that her darling, precious son was hurt and comatose in a hospital bed. She gritted her teeth, at those images, vowing eternal pain and damnation to whomever had done that to her only son. It was only after landing, and meeting up with her sister Katherine, that she came to know what the true situation was.
"Jas!" Katherine Adel cried out, hopping about on her heels as she enthusiastically waved at the trio as they disembarked.
"Katty!" Jasmine replied with equal energy, her heels clicking in a rapid staccato on the tiles, until the twin sisters merged into a tight hug.
Bleue and Rouge had followed their mother, and then stood by while watching as she and their beloved aunt fawned over each other. The two similarities of women, were obvious, which of course was to be accepted considering they were two of three identical girls. If their aunt Glynda had also been present there would be some difficulty in telling them apart, though with Gylnda wearing a short cape, with her hair in a bun, did set her aside from their mother who wore her hair in a simple ponytail, while their stylish Aunt Katherine had her hair loose, and streaked it with some purple hair due.
"So I doubt you've heard, considering your were on a flight."
"Heard what, Katty? Is Jaune okay? How about Coco?"
"They are both fine, Jas. Coco called me last night, and let me know they were okay." Katty's smile dropped, "It's Glyndie. She had some sort of spell, and is being treated at Beacon's infirmary."
"Serious?"
"Serious enough that they are keeping her for observation."
"Then we shouldn't waste anytime." Jas stated flatly, "First Jaune and Coco…"
"To explain those pictures…"
"And then we take Glyndie home…"
"Enough of this Beacon foolishness."
Rouge and Bleue giggled as their aunt and mother did the same thing that they were always chided for. Completing each other's sentences.
"Come here, girls, give your auntie a hug!" Katty chirped, her cheerful mood return instantly, as she turned and spread her arms wide.
The girls jumped right into the hug. Wrapping their own arms in a loving embrace. Jas giggled. The triplets were always very handsy, wanting to cuddle and hug at every opportunity.
"Shall we?" Jas asked, trying to gently break up the reunion.
"My car is parked outside." Katty responded as she released her precious nieces.
"To…" Rouge started
"Beacon!" and Bleue finished.
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Pyrrha was overjoyed, and a little bit worried; as she walked along Beacon's corridors, on her way to JNPR's dorm for some changes of clothing. The fingers of her left hand entwined with the slender fingers of Jaune's right. She knew her teammate, partner, and now girlfriend was worried about her Aunt. But Jaune wasn't showing it, as she skipped in her heels; which Pyrrha was still trying to figure out where she got them from, while swinging their arms back and forth. It was last night that Pyrrha swallowed her misgivings and decided to be direct to Jaune. To clear up the confusion of her outburst in Oobleck's class a couple of days ago. So while Glynda was being checked out by Ana, Pyrrha gently pulled Jaune away from the others. She blushed at the wink Coco sent her.
"Jaune, I know you're worried about your aunt, and to be honest it hurts seeing you upset like this." Pyrrha started, her heart threatening to burst in her chest, but taking a deep breath she soldiered on, determined to give Jaune a proper confession. "For a long time now, I've had feelings for you, at first I just thought it was just at how you treated me like a regular friend… but as time passed I grew to understand it was more?"
"Pyr?" Jaune looked at her teammate, and her own crush, her eyes wide with surprise and concern.
"I don't know if what I feel is love, but I think it is." Pyrrha bit her lip, noticing the sudden blush and shyness that enveloped Jaune. "But I would like the chance to make sure. What I do know is I cherish you more than anyone I ever have. I want to kiss you. I want to hold you tight at night, I can't bear to not see you smile… and it has gotten even stronger since this whatever it is that happened to you."
"Why me? You deserve so much better than…"
"In my eyes, there is no one better. You're sweet, kind, loyal, generous. You try so hard to improve yourself, but yet your heart is so open to everyone… even people who probably don't deserve it."
"I… I… I… really like you, Pyr… you're so strong, smart, confident, and beautiful. I'ev dreamed of telling you, but I don't des…"
"Jaune, you deserve to be happy, just like I do. You make me happy, and if I make you happy… will you go out with me? Can we see if what we feel for each other is a deep as I feel it is?"
"I…"
"I'm sorry if this feels rushed, and if I was stronger I would have done this months ago. Jaune I feel complete when I'm with you."
Jaune started to sob, her deep blue eyes filling with tears as disbelief, adoration, a desire shone from with in their depths. Pyrrha said nothing more, and instead pulled Jaune into a strong, warm embrace. Wrapping her arms around the shorter girl. Allowing her to lean her tear streaking face into the crook of her neck.
"I know this is sudden, and it might not have been the best time to do it." Pyrrha spoke softly as she lifted one of her hands and gently rubbed circles on the sobbing girl's back. "And I will respect what you want. We'll move as fast or as slow as you want. I've waited this long to be honest with you… I can't wait a little longer."
Pyrrha felt Jaune's arms reach around her waist. Jaune's soft tail also curling about the pair. She felt more than saw her tilt her face, up. When she looked down, all she could focus on were Jaune's soft, delectable lips moving, forming words she couldn't hear.
"What was that Jaune?"
"Kiss me, please?"
"Pyrrha didn't need to be asked twice. Gently and with care, she lowered her head, pressing her lips to Jaune's. There was no lust, or overriding sexual desire. It was a soft, loving embrace between two people discovering the loves of their life.
Pyrrha blushed at the memory of Jaune accepting her. Her heart beat rapidly as she recalled Jaune's own confession that spilled from her lips once they pair had finished sharing their first true consensual kiss. Her apologies for chasing after Weiss and admission that she didn't want to ruin their friendship, tugged at her, and she had to shush those thoughts and concerns with another loving and extensive kiss. They had almost reached JNPR's dorm when a pair of very identical looking girls rounded the corner before them. Pyrrha was stopped in her tracks. She had known Jaune had multiple sisters, but she never knew that two of them looked exactly like her, without the tail and ears. They even wore the same Pumpkin Pete hoodie.
"Jaune!" the pair cried out. "Found You!"
"Rouge? Bleue?" Jaune cried out in surprise before squealing in glee and bolting from Pyrrha's side, breaking free of Pyrrha's shock slacken grip.
The trio of identical overwhelming cuteness collided into a massive hug. All three giggling and bouncing about with energy that would put Nora to shame.
"You have…" Pyrrha thought the one speaking was Rouge, but she couldn't be sure.
"A tail and ears…" replied the other, Bleue maybe?
"They're So cute…" Rouge again?
"Want them!" Jaune cried out, completing the broken up speech of the other two.
As the trio giggled gabbed and spoke in broken sentences that each other completed for the others, Pyrrha couldn't help by smile. As much as the other two looked like Jaune, her heart was only set on Jaune. Then, however, a nightmare turned the corner, freezing her cold. The very sight of two women that looked exactly like Professor Goodwitch, aside from minor differences in hair, and clothing style, made Pyrrha's knees shake.
"Mom! Aunt Katty!" Jaune cried out, the fear she had hours ago, replaced with the joy at seeing more of her family at Beacon.
Pyrrha saw the two women, stutter to a stop, sharp green eyes wide in surprise as the darling boy they had come to find, was apparently a fox faunus girl; and that individual was currently rushing at them with her arms spread wide, looking for hugs.
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Coco was freaking out, to the point she had almost launched Ana across the room in which her Aunt Glynda was resting. The reason, a simple text message from her mom.
Mom: Coco honey. Aunt Jas, and I are at the front doors. Rouge and Bleue ran off to find Jaune. Where are you, hon?
As Ana picked herself up off the floor, Coco was desperately trying to pulled Glynda out of bed. Still under the effect of the sedatives she had been given, it was proving more than a little difficult. Her aunt was dead, limp weight. Every attempt Coco made to sit her up, ended with her just sliding back down, not to mention her constant mumbling "Five more minutes, mom."
Coco wanted to rip her hair out, and then she froze. Rouge and Bleue had come with them. The Arc triplets were never far apart, and had an uncanny aptitude to find each other, regardless of the location. If they were with in a mile of each other, you could bet they would all meet in the middle. Then another thought popped into Coco's head. A smirk crossing her features. Images of the trio of girls posing and modelling clothes, maybe even performing a dance or two. If a GoldenKitsunneGoddess could generate that much interest in such a short time… what would happen if she paired her with TwinGoldenAngels?
Coco started to cackle in glee. Images of the pure amount of subscriptions, tips and followers rolling about in her mind. Ana, fully recovered from her Coco initiated trip to the floor, raised an eyebrow and started to consider maybe giving the coffee themed fashionista a dose of sedatives, or three.
On her bed, Gylnda rolled to her side, pulling up the sheets and drifting deeper into a stress-free slumber. Seconds later, Coco joined her in unconscious bliss as a random thought jumped into her head… what if Rouge and Bleue also grew fox tails and ears. Coco's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she collapsed.
/=/
Ozpin felt refreshed, and focused after a goodnight's rest in his own bed, followed by a nice hot shower. Now in the kitchenette of his private quarters, he was mixing a coffee while syncing his scroll to the CCT. It was his normal routine, a coffee and the news. He was in the process of taking that oh so delectably delicious first sip, when the sync finished and the current news headlines with associated videos popped onto his screen. He never had a chance to swallow that first sip, as he started sputtering as headline after headline was focused on Beacon. Setting his mug down, as that first sip dribbled down his chin, he reached down and picked up his scroll.
BEACON - INSTITUTE OF HIGHER LEARNING OR DEN OF DEBAUCHERY?
(Vale News Network)
IS THIS HOW OUR TAX DOLLARS ARE PUT TO USE?
(People's Network of Vale)
BEACON GIRLS GONE WILD! TRUTH HIDDEN BEHIND THOSE HALLOWED WALLS.
(ValeHub Exclusives)
BEACON GUYS GONE WILD! THE HUNTS-HUNKS OF THE FUTURE!
(ValeHub Exclusives)
OPZIN - SHAPING FUTURE DEGENERATES.
(ValeNet)
PARTY! PARTY! PARTY! - FINALLY A REASON TO STAY AT BEACON!
(Beacon Student Press)
NEW DANCE CRAZE! PORTS BELLY POUNCE TAKES BEACON BY STORM!
(Vale BuzzFeed)
Ozpin groaned, as he then noticed the two-hundred and twelve private message notifications he had. Dropping his scroll on the counter, his coffee forgotten, he returned to his room, climbed into bed, and hid his head under his pillow, praying to the Brother Gods, that he succeed in smothering himself.
/=/
Salem sat on her throne, a specialized boosted scroll in her right hand, while the fingers of her left drummed on the armrest. She was impatiently awaiting the other side of this encrypted video call to be answered by any of her agents hidden at Beacon. "Finally," she internally hissed as the call was answered and an image of a dishevelled and obviously sleep-deprived Cinder came into focus.
"Have you been drinking?" Salem asked, as it was the first thought to jump into her mind, followed by the thought she might have interrupted her minion in the midst of relations.
"Maybe? (hic)" Cinder replied in a slurred voice.
"Why? You are risking your cover! You're at a school for children under the age of majority!"
"Couldn't sleep (hic) party too loud, that GoldenKitsunneBitch (hic) had the whole school worked up!(hic) Fucking Jaune I have a sexy bubble butt Arc! (hic)"
"What?"
"GoldenKitsunneBitch. (hic)" Cinder repeated, before bringing up a bottle of what Salem assumed was wine, and tipping her head back.
"Cinder." Salem used her displeased voice, only for it to have no effect, as Cinder started to bable.
"She's pretty (hic), I'm pretty too! (hic)" Cinder pouted, as she began to drunkenly whine. "No one (hic) looks at me (hic) like that!"
Salem was at a loss for words, or even a response. As Cinder continued to ramble, her words half slurred by drink, and half slurred by a mixture of jealousy, self-pity and desire? Salem wasn't entirely confident on that last one. But what was for certain was that whomever this Jaune Arc was… she had dealt a decisive blow to Cinder's sense of self-worth. That worried Salem. Cinder was groomed to be ruthless, and above such wanton desires.
"What was that?" Salem asked, a little shocked at Cinder's begging.
"Please? (hic) I wanna (hic) foxy (hic) sexy (hic) tail too! (hic) And cute ears! (hic)" Salem blinked as she watched Cinder weave, "they all (hic) all (hic) left me (hic)."
"Left you? Who?" Salem was at total loss. This was NOT how her plans for Beacon were supposed to be progressing.
"Emmie (hic) Emmie is gone (hic)" Cinder took another long drought from her wine bottle, "Maybe (hic) I have sexy cute ears (hic) she would give me (hic) head pats? (hic)"
"Cinder, pull your…" Salem was cut off as Cinder's sense of balance finally failed.
"I want (hic) head pats (hic)" Cinder sobbed, as Salem sat there getting a crystal clear view of the ceiling of CMEN's dorm.
"Cinder? Are you okay?" came a voice that Salem assumed was one of Cinder's subordinates. Which was confirmed when a green haired young woman appeared on then scroll. "I'm so sorry mistress, I don't…"
"Love you (hic) Emmie! (hic)" Cinder cried out, "Don't (hic) leave me (hic) I'll be good (hic) get sexy ears for you to scratch! (hic)"
"Umm, maybe she could call you back, mistress?" the girl who was obviously Cinder's Emmie asked.
"I think that would be for the best, however…"
"Yes mistress…"
"Emmie (hic) is I pretties like Jaune? (hic)"
"Please send me information, about this Jaune or GoldenKitsunneBitch, as Cinder seems to have named her."
"It's actually GoldenKitsunneGoddess," Emmie stuttered when she saw Salem raise an eyebrow, "It's just the name for her OnlyFans Page. I'll send you the link."
"Thank you, Emmie."
"It's actually Emerald, mistress."
"Emerald, take care of Cinder. I will await her return call… after she is sober."
"Yes, mistress."
With that the call ended, and a couple seconds later a ping announced to Salem she had a text message. Opening it, she saw a hyperlink. She tapped it without a thought. She knew Watts could fix their network if it was like that last hyperlink she followed. Salem actually chuckled as she recalled the poor bastard that tried to ransomware their network.
Tyrian was exceptionally happy to have someone to play with that day, though Watts was moody and a little snappy for about how much work rebuilding the servers was going to be.
After a couple of minutes, a screen opened up, and Salem narrowed her eyes. There was something familiar about the girl. With her interest piqued, she attempted to follow some of the links.
"Watts! Your credit card… now!" Salem yelled in frustration a couple of seconds later.
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"You know, I just noticed something." Yang idly spoke to no one in particular from her bunk. Her golden mane wrapped in a towel after having just finished a shower.
"I think I know what you're going to say." Ruby piped up as she lay on her stomach while flipping through a weapons magazine.
"How no one seems to notice us anymore? Like we've been totally forgotten." Blake offered as she turned a page in her book. Like Yang, she looked freshly showered. "And I agree, ever since whatever happened to Jaune, all the attention is on him… er her."
"Its crazy right?" Yang rolled over on her bunk and looked at her sister, "I mean, for months it was all team RWBY this and team RWBY that. No one really paid attention to Jaune aside from his attempts to woe Weiss-cream."
As if summoned by the mere mention of her name, Weiss stepped out of the bathroom. She was wrapping her hair in a fluffy towel, not paying attention to anyone as she started to move towards her bunk.
"And now he's… she's all they talk about. Can you believe he has almost two hundred thousand subscribers to his OnlyFans?" Ruby commented as she flipped the page in her magazine.
"How many?" Weiss stuttered.
"Almost two hundred thousand." Ruby repeated.
"That's ludicrous! My fan page is just over two hundred thousand, and that took years!"
"You have a fan page?" Yang gave Weiss a smirk. "An OnlyFans page?"
"I, er…" Weiss stammered, doing her best to avoid the blond brawler's teasing gaze.
"And what does… YOUR page have on it?"
A ruckus outside their door drew their attention.
"Was that some girls screaming?" Ruby asked, her full attention on the door to their dorm.
"Sounded like it." Blake agreed, "I think I heard names, but I couldn't make them out."
"There it is again." Yang pointed at the door. "Something is going on."
"Well, there is a simple way to find out." Weiss shook her head as she walked over to team RWBY door., and opened it, her face instantly going pale with shock. Yang attempted to get up and get to Weiss, but she wasn't fast enough.
"Is that…"
"Snow Angel?"
"She's so CUTE! I want!" Came the sound of two very similar sounding voices. Weiss shrieked as two pairs of hands latched on to her and pulled off her feet and through the door, so fast that the towel on her hair came loose. "MOM! Can we keep her?"
"Help me!" Weiss squeaked out.
Yang reached the door just as the towel fluttered to the ground. Blake and Ruby squinted as they watched Yang's face grow pale, and then transitioned into shock as Yang slammed the door shut and locked it.
"Yang?"
"There's three Jaunes… and two Goodwitches." Yang stuttered, before taking one look at Blake and Ruby before bolting for the bathroom and locking herself inside.
"Did she say three Jaunes?" Ruby asked Blake.
"And two Goodwitches?" Blake asked Ruby.
"Should we, maybe, take a look?" Ruby gave Blake a sheepish grin. "Help Weiss?"
"Weiss who?" Blake replied.
"Our teammate? My partner?" Ruby asked.
"Never heard of her." Blake replied, before ducking down in her bunk and hiding her face behind her book.
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Pyrrha had to laugh, as Rouge and Bleue, instantly latched on to Weiss, while Jaune was busy hugging her still stunned Aunt and Mother. Guess it's genetic, Pyrrha thought to herself as she took in the strange scene.
"Help me!" Weiss squeaked, trying to reach out to the Mistralian champion, as the two very affectionate girls literally enveloped the SDC Heiress.
"Have fun Weiss." Pyrrha responded, as she gave the futility struggling young woman a wink while walking past. Pyrrha took a deep breath, deciding now was as best a time as ever. She bit her lip, as butterflies twisted and flutter about in her stomach. Once she was close enough, she stopped and raised her hand, giving her best smile and waved. "Mrs Arc? Hi… I'm Jaune's girlfriend, Pyrrha."
"MOM!" Jaune screeched as Jasmine Arc's mind went blank. She stumbled away from her son… now daughter, struck the wall, and slid limply to the floor. Her green eyes dull and blank.