So I have a companion story to "Oops, My Bad" called "1 Mule for Sister Scarlentina" on AO3, if anyone is interested.
But I'm going to cross-post it here as well.
This chapter is as comedic as previous, but anyway hope you enjoy.
Drawn by the squeals of glee and surprise, Jasmine Arc moved to the door that separated the room that her triplets were in from the rest of the apartment. Taking hold of the door knob, she gave it a turn and pushed the flimsy wood barrier aside. Inside, she found Rouge and Bleue cuddling an actual blond fox. Holding the little beast off the floor between them. It's tail swaying back and forth between them as it's held was titled back as if savouring the head pats the twins were giving it.
"Where's Jaune, and put that down this instant!" Jasmine asked, slash ordered. "You have no idea where it's been!"
"Don't be mean to Jaune!" the pair snapped back at their mother in unison. Their deep blue eyes glaring at Jasmine, who took a step back from the slight shock of her usually very obedient girls talking back, plus there was the look of hurt the vixen gave her.
"Don't talk back, and do what you are told." Jasmine responded, her momentary shock, her hands planting themselves on her hips. Her trademark 'don't argue with your mother' look being brought to bear.
"Apologize to Jaune! You hurt her feelings!" the pair once again talking as one, with the vixen actually yipping and barking in cadence to their words, as if it was echoing their statement. "She's not dirty, and we know exactly where she's been!"
"What are you…"
A golden light grew about the fox, and flashed in a blinding burst, which once it faded away, revealed a rather nude Jaune flanked by her twin sisters. Jasmine's mouth fell open, as she stood there in utter shock, her sharp green eyes blinking rapidly.
"Say you're sorry!" Jaune, Rouge and Bleue spoke in perfect sync.
"Clothes NOW!" Jasmine screeched, anger replacing her shock, before snapping her head around and focusing a very displeased and upset mother of eight look at her twin sister. "Glynda! Explain!"
"Ozpin." was Glynda's completely deadpan response, as she set her scroll on the dining room table.
Pyrrha was roused from her nap, only to catch sight of the naked form of her apparent wife-to-be. Her emerald eyes drank in the exquisitely divine contours of her exposed pale flesh. A flush of colour flooded her cheeks, as her eyes began to sparkle with desire, as she started to pant.
"You!" Jasmine snapped, turning her glare on the red-headed young woman. "Eyes Front, NOW! Jaune!"
"Yes?" Jaune asked, as Pyrrha quickly redirected her eyes to suddenly inspect the floor at her feet.
"Clothes, now! Pyrrha eyes front!" Jasmine ordered to her daughter, and her soon-to-be Daughter-in-law, as she caught her eyes wandering back towards Jaune. "I expect an explanation."
"Yes, mom."
Jasmine, pulled the door closed, and stumbled, nearly collapsing as she tried to make her way to the couch. Pyrrha was instantly at her side, to assist and steady her. Jasmine draped one of her arms over the girl's shoulders as made her unsteady way to the couch, where once with in falling range she collapsed.
"Mrs Arc?"
"Qrow." Glynda growled, as her mind caught onto a thought. When Jaune just transformed, her ended up nude, which meant when Qrow was with her… Katherine noticed the cracks radiating out from where her twin Glynda was gripping the table.
"Are you okay, Glyndie?"
"Oh, just peachy." Glynda snarled, "Just remembered something, that I will need to address…"
"Rationally, or Violently?" Kathrine asked, her green eyes growing hard. "Did someone do something untoward with regard to Jaune?"
"It's a possibility."
"Then, WE'LL address it in a rationally violent manner. Sound reasonable?"
"Very reasonable." Glynda replied as part of the table snapped away in her hands.
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Ozpin was slowly making his way towards Glynda's apartment. Willingly putting himself in the lion's den, to face what he hoped was going to be a quick and relatively painless death. Under his left arm he had the ruined tome, that was the centre of all the insanity, he had caused; though he was still refusing to admit that part. He had tried, but the coffee had done more damage than he thought, and of course his efforts to undo said damage, just did more damage, to the point that the entirety of the book was unreadable. He was definitely not looking forward to telling Jasmine Arc formerly Jasmine Goodwitch, one third of the Harpies of Haven, and world renown overprotective mother… that he had robbed her of her only son, and heir to the Arc name.
The pure wall of killing intent flowing from the apartment, had Ozpin freeze in place, and offer a rapid and silent prayer to the bastard Brother Gods, that had cursed him, and thereby indirectly caused all this… insanity. He nodded to himself. That was a better plan. He was going to beg for mercy and dump this whole mess on the Brother Gods. Let those to buggers deal with an incensed Jasmine Arc, supported by Glydna Goodwitch and Katherine Adel. Yet he couldn't force his body to move a centimetre closer to that nondescript door. A door that lead to eternal damnation and torment.
"Maybe, I'll do this later." Ozpin talked to himself, his hands and legs shaking. "Yes, that's a good idea. I'll speak to them later, like at the next Vytal Festival!"
Having made his decision, he spun on his heels, and bolted down the hallway, to find refuge like in the kitchen's walk in freezer. No one would ever think to look for him in there.
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Coco made a b-line to team CRDL's dorm. She was going to save her BunBun, even if it killed Cardin. The stuff with Jaune was crazy, but it was marketable. It was worth something, and Coco had a feeling deep inside that Jaune was happier this way. But Vel and Car… that was certifiably batshit psychotic. So, having had enough of the chit-chat between Dr Ana and Velvet, Coco set off on her crusade to save Velvet's purity from the louse that was one Cardin Winchester. The few students that were wandering the halls, as evening was falling, took one look at Coco and vanished from her vicinity like farts in the wind.
Reaching her target destination, she went to town on the door. She didn't knock, she just started kicking it, denting the wooden surface with her designer steel toed high-heeled calf high boots. The racket drew those students who had doors near CRDL, and more than one head was poked out into the hallway.
"Cardin, you… you perverted deviant! Open up so I can murder your ass, for what you did to Velvet!" Coco shouted as she continued her assault on the innocent door, slowly starting to deform it, and nearly caving in the bottom of it even further.
Inside the dorm room, Dove raged against his restraints and gag, while Sky rose like a vampire from his coffin. Cardin, driven to absolute dread, considering what was facing him if the door should fail to keep out the incensed second year, did the only reasonable thing he could think of. He rolled off his bed and slid underneath it and curled up into the fetal position, whimpering like a scalded dog.
"The more you delay, the more painful I'm going to make it!" Coco bellowed at the top of her lungs.
Sky's calm and collected exterior was starting to rack. He wanted to get some sleep. HE needed time to process everything that was happening, to sort it into a logical semblance of order. So, even as his leader trembled in absolute horror under his bed, and Dove tried in vain to free himself; Sky strode up and opened the door. Cardin let out a less than manly squeak of fright at the action he was witnessing from under the edge of his bed. Coco barely caught herself from falling on her ass, when the current object of her displeasure, IE the door, was no longer there to absorb the force of her kick. She hopped on one foot while wildly swinging and wind-milling her arms to keep her balance.
"Do you mind? People are trying to SLEEP!" Sky snapped, his emotional stoic exterior fell apart. Before Coco could fully recover, Sky snapped out his hands, and pinched both sides of her neck where it met her shoulders, between his thumb, index and middle fingers. Coco's brown eyes rolled into her head as she dropped to the tiled floor like a puppet that had its strings severed.
"Holy shit!" one of the observers screamed, "Sky KILLED Coco!"
"SHE'S. NOT. DEAD!" Sky snapped, before turning on his heels and slamming the door closed. Leaving Coco's crumpled form on the floor right outside team CRDL's severely damaged door.
"Should we call someone?" a different Observer asked.
"Be my guest." A third spoke up, "I'll be a grimm's uncle if I'm getting involved in this… lover's spat."
"You sure that's what it was… er is?" A fourth student asked from her dorm's door.
"You have any other suggestions, as to why she was going ape shit? Besides, didn't you see or hear about Velvet chasing Cardin all over then school? " asked the first observer.
"Yeah, strange shit is happening around here." commented the third student.
"I'll just call the infirmary." the fourth student offered. "I'll say I saw her on the floor. Let them figure this shit out."
"That's your best bet." replied the second observer. "With everything that's going on here… I'm starting to think I would be safer in Haven."
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Qrow was enjoying a nice relaxing drink in his favourite bar, actually the only bar that would let him in. He was slowly letting the shots he was having numb his body, and more importantly his mind. When he arrived in Patch, and basically stormed through the front door, tossing lien chips on the bar; his extension was to scrub the memory of a glancing look at pristine youthful flesh. He shivered, he'd need more. That Jaune girl probably already thought he was a dirty old man, or food, considering how she ran him ragged before he was able to help her change back. After slamming back his fourth shot, and following it up with a sip of beer, he sighed, and then the stupid of her probably thinking that he was actually both. Grabbing the bottle he paid for, he poured another shot.
In his ignorance, and the bliss of the growing warm flooding his body, he never considered what would be the result when the girl told Glynda what happened. He was doing his best actually not to think, especially about a naked young woman, the same age as Yang. He had done the gentlemanly thing, as soon as it clicked, and turned his back to give her some privacy. That of course left him open to a desk chair to the back of the head. For a girl that was around the same size as Ruby, she had rung his bell. Now he only knew her general size because of being trussed up and dumped on a bed. He had to watch, to pick his chance for an escape. Though all he saw was a blanket wrapped blob, it still told him enough.
"It's always blondes." Qrow muttered to himself, quickly dumping another shot down his throat.
As he was having his moment of self reflection, said blonde that he did not see, completely nude, was telling two identical blonde teens, three identical blonde women, and a singular red-head what had happened after Chicken-man had shooed everyone else out of the dorm. To say it went over well, would be to say that Ursa were not murder-bears, but cuddle-bears.
Qrow's scroll started to buzz in his pocket. Feeling a little more than relaxed, he pulled it from his pocket, and not even paying attention to the caller ID, he accepted the call.
"Qrow." three identical, cold, murderous voices flowed from his scroll's speakers, instantly sobering the well-known drunk huntsman. "Are you busy?"
"Why?" he choked out, while reaching for the bottle he had bought, while looking at three grinning faces, that currently would make a Megoliath run for the hills.
"Well, my sisters and I would like to speak with you… if you have a moment…" it was Glynda who was speaking. "It seems Jas' son… er… daughter had some interesting things to say about your meeting with her. VERY. INTERESTING. THINGS."
"I have no clue what you are…." Qrow tried to stammer out.
"He defiled my Jaune! I'll nail him to the floor by his balls!" came a hysterically angry female voice, that was not one of the Goodwitch sisters.
"Who… who was that?" Qrow stammered.
"Oh, that was Jaune's fiancée… she's rather protective of her… and we approve." Jasmine answered, "So is there anything you would like to… confess? I hear it does wonders to lift a burden from one's soul."
"Pyrrha! Stop!" came a voice that Qrow was assuming was Jaune, "You can't hurt Chicken-man! It'll make Ruby and Yang sad!"
"Why not? They'll get over it. He defil…" that had to be Jaune's fiancée.
"He didn't touch me! He just got a peak! Maybe!" that had to be Jaune again.
"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!"
"We… REALLY… approve." Jasmine emphasized.
"You look like you have a weight on your shoulders, Qrow. Tell us, we'll help ease that burden. We'll LIFT that weight off your shoulders." Katherine was the one speaking this time.
"It's Ozpi…"
"Don't even try." the three Goodwitch sisters spoke in unison.
"Sorry… I'm… ing… tun…"
"Qrow, we CAN see you. The fake tunnel trick won't work." the trio of bowel loosening terror inducing voices once again spoke in unison, as sounds of a struggle emanate from somewhere behind them.
"I will have my VENGEANCE, in this life or the next!" rang out Pyrrha's voice.
"So…" Qrow thumbed the disconnect icon cutting of Glynda. He then crushed his scroll and tipped the bottle, draining its contents straight into his gut. He could feel the cold spectre of death standing behind him. Qrow, knew, maybe if Ozpin didn't do anything to take their attention off him, he had a few hours; and he was going to be damned if he remained sober for any of that time.
Pulling out his wallet and emptying it on the bar, he stood, hopped over and proceeded to have a go at the entire stock arranged on the shelves before the large wall mirror. He knew he could run, but they wouldn't stop chasing him if her did. As he started to knock back his second bottle, his mind brought back a warning that was circulated back when he and his team were going to compete in the Vytal Festival. It had been a warning the Haven students had passed through word of mouth, to the other students.
"Do not upset the Goodwitch Triplets… do not insult the Harpies of Haven" someone had told him, "They can't be bargained with They can't be reasoned with. They don't feel pity, or remorse, or fear; and they will absolutely not stop, ever, until you are punished."
Qrow shivered, and returned to incapacitating himself with booze. His end was on the horizon, and like the coming of dawn, he wouldn't be able to stop it. So he was going to do the next best thing, make sure he was so wasted that he wouldn't feel a thing.
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"We know he's in Patch, should we?" Katherine asked, with a smirk.
"I think, we should pay Patch a visit, but…" Jasmine spoke, only to be cut off, by a loud crash from behind her. The Goodwitch Triplets turned towards the source of the sound, to find Pyrrha crawling towards the door, one of Glynda's steak knives clutched in her hand, while Jaune was bodily wrapped around her legs.
"I will take vengeance for your lost innocence." Pyrrha grunted as she dragged herself and Jaune across the floor. "My wife's chastity must be avenged!"
"I REALLY like her." Katherine chuckled, before turning her attention back to her own scroll. "So what is the plan? We have to address Ozpin's errors. Instruct this Qrow on proper decorum, and plan a wedding."
"WIFE?" Jaune squealed in shock, at Pyrrha admission, as her sisters Rouge and Bleue, stood off to the side taking turns to whisper in each other's ear, before moving forward and assisting their stunned sister with her soon-to-be spouse's psychotic break. As strong as Pyrrha was, she was no match when two more Arc bubble butts sat down on her back. Bleue straddling Pyrrha near her shoulders, while Rouge sat on her lower back facing Jaune, who due to her shocked state had loosened her grip on Pyrrha's legs..
"I vote for Ozpin. He's closer." Glynda offered.
"Well, as much as I want to push on the wedding preparations, we can not do much more until we have the input of Ms Nikos." Jasmine commented.
"Wait?" Pyrrha cried out from underneath the heavenly mass of the Arc Triplets, ceasing all her struggles to extract retribution on the Chicken-man. "My mom is coming here? When? How?"
"Oh, sorry dear, I should have mentioned it once you woke up." Jasmine giggled, "I called her, and invited her to Vale, as our guest. She needs to be involved, and we would like to meet your family, face to face. It is only proper."
"Mom?" Jaune's voice whined.
"Yes, sweetie?"
"What. Did. You. Do?"
"Nothing sweetie, we just had a discussion with Pyrrha here, and came to an agreement."
"And agreement?" Jaune rose from her position trapping Pyrrha's legs and gave her mom, and by proximity her two aunts, a look that made the three women slightly nervous. "What agreement?"
"Yes, she has agreed that the next logical step is for you and Pyrrha to get married, and then start a family." Jasmine replied.
There was an embarrassed "Epp!" from underneath Rouge and Bleue, while Jaune's eyes grew wide in surprise.
"But… but…" Jaune stammered.
"We were going to sit down, and discuss the family aspects after the wedding, so don't worry about that bit for now. Okay?" Jasmine commented, her smile soft and reassuring.
"But… but…"
"Do you, not, want to have Pyrrha as a wife? Do you not want to be closer to her? To lock her down and keep her from… straying?" Jasmine asked, moving forward and pulling her once son into a hug.
"I…" Jaune was struggling to decide. She had deep feelings for Pyrrha. Had them for some time. But she was conflicted. She now knew Pyrrha had feelings for her, but as per their mutual confessions, they wanted to see if what the felt was even deeper… but still, her heart beat harder and faster at the thought of being with Pyrrha, of sharing all of her life and herself with her. "I…"
"Jaune?" Pyrrha asked from beneath Jaune's twin sisters.
"Jaune?" Jasmine asked, her voice taking a hint of concern. She had been caught up on the excitement of Jaune having finally attracted someone with actual interest in him… her. "Is something bothering you? Are you worried?"
"I'm a girl, now. What if she… what if I can't turn back… what if I want to…" Jaune started to sniffle.
There was a yelp and couple of thuds, as Pyrrha had a sudden burst of strength, easily dumping Rouge and Bleue to the floor, in a heap. Before Jaune could devolve even further into full on sobbing, she was withdrawn from her mother's embrace. Strong, loving arms pulled her in, a gentle hand reached up and guided her head to Pyrrha's chest.
"Listen to my heart, Jaune." Pyrrha whispered as she pressed a gentle kiss to the top of the blond vixen's head; between her ears. "It only wants you. I know I said I would take it as fast or as slow as you felt was comfortable… but I love you. Regardless.
"Even if…" Jasmine, Katherine, Glynda, Rouge and Bleue stood in silence as it was obvious that Jaune was struggling with something profound to herself. "If I want to stay like this?"
"Yes, Jaune. I love you. I fell for the kindness of heart and soul." Pyrrha gave her another kiss on the top of her head. "You garnered my interest, in the first month we were together. Even when you found about my fame… you still just treated me like Pyrrha, not as the Invincible Girl. Not as the Champion Pyrrha Nikos. To you, I am just Pyrrha, a partner, a teammate and a friend… and I want to be more."
"But…"
"I want you, Jaune." Pyrrha pressed another kiss to the top of her girlfriend's head. "Man, woman, vixen… I don't care. It's your heart and soul that drew me to you. If you want to stay like this, then I will support you. If you want to go back to how you originally were, I will be at your side. I promise."
"Really?" Jaune asked, her voice weak and small. She whimpered when she felt Pyrrha step away from her, and her heart was pounding in her chest, as Pyrrha held one of her soft delicate hands, while getting down to one knee. "Pyrrha?"
"I know this isn't how it's traditionally done, but…" Pyrrha tuned out all the others, ignoring their gasps, and coos. Pyrrha leaned forward, brushing her lips over the back of Jaune's hand. "Jaune Arc, will you make me the happiest woman on, Remnant and marry me?"
Pyrrha grunted as her whole body was slammed into the floor. A weight settled on her chest, and seconds latter she felt a pair of soft warm lips, that tasted of tears, pressing against her own. She wasn't sure what was happening, but the warmth of the repeated kisses, and the rather aggressive grinding against her thigh, was taking her to heaven. Then she heard it. It was soft, sweet, breathless and rushed.
"Yes."
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"Coco?"
She groaned, her head was throbbing like she had just woken up from a three-day pure coffee diet. She knew that voice, and slowly opened her brown eyes. Coco found herself looking up at the very plain and white ceiling.
"Vel? Where?"
"You are in the infirmary." Velvet replied as she leaned over her team leader, and blocked her view of the ceiling. "Someone reported seeing you collapsed outside CRDL's dorm."
"That son of a…"
"Coco."
"Yes?"
"Why were you at CRDL's dorm?" Velvet's normally soft eyes grew hard, "Are you trying to get between me and Cardin? Are you trying to steal away my happiness?"
"No!"
"Then why?"
"He's done some…"
"He's done nothing to me." Velvet snapped. "At least not yet."
Coco shivered as an unbidden image of Cardin and Velvet being together flashed through her mind.
"You are NOT going to get involved. This is my choice, and you can either be the friend I know, and love… and support me, or…"
"Or?" Coco asked after swallowing.
"I'll tell you mom about your collection." Velvet's smile was cruel and sadistic. "The special pictures, and toys you have hidden under your bed, in a shoebox… the ones you are hiding under a couple girly mags."
"You… you… wouldn't." Coco gasped.
"I would… and will." Velvet's face softened, "So will you support me? Will you be the friend I know you are, and support me?"
"Yes." Coco replied, as she swore she could feel a part of her soul dying.