A/N: So here's another chapter. I kinda like how this is going. I might actually have plot sometime soon! That'll be pretty awesome, IMO.
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'Nyways, Onwards!
"Oh. Well that's not good." Professor Goodwitch said, straightening her back, her eyes leaving the microscope set up next to her.
"Is something the matter Glynda?" Professor Oobleck asked, not really looking closely at why Goodwitch had said that. It might have been because he was simultaneously performing three different experiments at the same time. Maybe it's Maybelline. Professor Goodwitch frowned at the dust sample in front of her with some concern.
"Apparently, the Dust doesn't really switch genders." Glynda said. "Or at least, it doesn't only switch a person's genders."
"Oh?" Bart said, zooming past her to grab the microscope and peer into it, before returning back to one of his many stations. "So you're right."
"How did you even see any—you know what, never mind." Professor Goodwitch said. "Apparently there are other properties for this Dust that Mr. Arc had created."
"Would you happen to know what those properties are yet?" Professor Oobleck fired quickly. Glynda shook her head, crossing her arms.
"No. For something that was created under a complete accident, it's surprisingly complex… and very dense. The only thing I've uncovered so far is that for some reason, it will change the level of inhibitions in a person… amongst some other very strange things as well."
Professor Oobleck glanced up from what he was doing to see Professor Goodwitch's face drawn together in a worried manner. Seeking to reassure her, Bart sped over and pat her on the shoulder, once, twice, three times before getting back to his work.
"Not to worry Glynda, that doesn't sound like the worst thing that can happen. After all, what are a few lowered inhibitions to a group of trained Hunters- and Huntresses-in-training?"
The two of them paused, thinking of what that could imply, before paling a little.
"I'm sure it'll be fine." Professor Goodwitch muttered unconvincingly. Bart nodded a little too quickly in agreement, echoing the sentiment.
"Just fine, I'm sure."
Jaune was not fine.
Jaune will admit that she wasn't the most observant person in the world, before or after her spontaneous sex change, but even she gets the hint sooner or later.
So, when Pyrrha's eyes started to dilate and his breathing got a little heavier, Jaune grew a little worried. Jaune's worries were completely justified as when Jaune stood up from her side of the room and laid a hand on Pyrrha's shoulder, he spun around before Jaune could react and pinned her to the wall, caging her within Pyrrha's limbs.
Jaune let out a shaky breath at the sudden close proximity, looking a little fearfully at Pyrrha.
At this point, Jaune finally figured it out. It took way too long, but she finally pieced together all the pieces.
The Dust made you absolutely bonkers.
"Uh, Pyr? You alright there bud?" Jaune managed to squeak out, her voice barely reaching Pyrrha's ear. Pyrrha's head leaned down a little, his eyes meeting Jaune's.
"You," Pyrrha breathed out, "You have no idea what you do to me, don't you?" For a second, Jaune was mortified, and a little embarrassed. Finally, it came to the point where Pyrrha was going to admit that he was absolutely infuriated with Jaune and how she could never improve enough to be a worthy partner for Pyrrha.
Pyrrha quickly disabused Jaune of this notion when his hands captured Jaune's chin, lifting it up.
"You are so… beautiful." Pyrrha said. At this, Jaune blushed a deep red.
"I—uh—thank you?" Jaune stuttered out, still not 100% sure why this was happening. All that she was really sure was that she wasn't really sure if she wanted this to stop.
It didn't help that Pyrrha kept seeming to inch a little closer every second, making Jaune's eyes dart back and forth, from his eyes to his lips.
No! I cannot kiss my own partner! That would be unethical, and crazy, and a little bit hot and awesome—no! Bad Jaune, bad!
"Sometimes I'm not sure if you're doing this on purpose or not." Pyrrha whispered out.
"Doing what on purpose?" Jaune said, reduced to whispering as well, although she wasn't completely sure why she was doing so. After all, they were completely alone in the room, what with Ren and Nora who left about a half hour ago to make pancakes.
Pyrrha laid a warm hand on Jaune's cheek.
"You are always such. a. tease." Pyrrha growled out. "Every day, prancing around shirtless when you were a guy. You never seemed to take your clothes with you to the bath and you always came out like a damn blonde supermodel. Do you know what that does to me?" Pyrrha asked, grounding out the last words.
At this point Jaune was scared to even say anything. They were so close together that Jaune could feel a slight breeze as Pyrrha breathed out, and Jaune wasn't sure she wanted to add to that. Instead, Jaune shook her head frantically.
"It makes me frustrated. And you know what?" Pyrrha leaned even closer, and at this point, Jaune could only see Pyrrha's eyes, and parts of his mouth. "I am done being frustrated." With that, Pyrrha leaned lowered just another inch, and Jaune's eyes snapped all the way shut.
"We're back~~!" Nora sang out, bursting through the door. Nora looked curiously at Jaune, who seemed to be leaning quite heavily against the wall as some sort of support.
"Are you alright there Jaune?" Ren asked, her body popping out from behind Nora's frame.
Jaune cracked open her eyes, surveying the scene, trying to find the person who had pinned her there just moments before.
Pyrrha was laying on his bed, a book open, carefully turning the pages. If Jaune hadn't known any better, she wouldn't be sure if that was just some massive daydream that she had just fantasized. Heck, she did know better, and she still isn't completely sure if she was daydreaming or not.
With a nervous gulp, Jaune gave a weak smile.
"Yeah, just got a little sidetracked. Everything's fine now." Except it really wasn't. After all that buildup, that… that tension that Pyrrha had created, Jaune's body was getting ready for...
Well, Jaune didn't know what she was getting ready for, but it sure wasn't going to be Pyrrha laying in bed reading her textbook.
That made Jaune feel… weird. A little disappointed, a little confused, and a little…. Frustrated?
Was this something Pyrrha was doing on purpose?
After that brief exchange, Nora and Ren delivered Pyrrha and Jaune's half of the pancake staff before settling down to eat theirs. Pyrrha and Jaune sat down and split the stack in half, before Pyrrha grabbed the syrup, ready to sweeten his pancakes up a bit. Unfortunately, Pyrrha ended up squeezing the bottle too hard and got some of it on his shirt.
"Oh Dust." Pyrrha grumbled a little. "I got pancake syrup all over my shirt."
Jaune raised an eyebrow, looking at the spot of syrup that had managed to land on the shirt. It wasn't even close to all over the shirt. Jaune was about the comment on Pyrrha over exaggerating the spill when Pyrrha grabbed the hem of the shirt and in one clean pull, took it off.
Jaune's tongue immediately felt ten times bigger, and her throat ten times drier.
It wasn't the first time Jaune had seen Pyrrha's abs, but… Dust he had a body.
It took a gargantuan amount of effort to remind herself that she wasn't into guys, and this was her partner for Oum's sake, so why couldn't she do the right thing and stop ogling Pyrrha like a piece of meat?
Pyrrha leaned on the table languidly, taking care to make his muscles ripple in the right way.
"I'm sorry Jaune. Do you see something you like?" Pyrrha all but purred out. A manly purr it was, but it still made Jaune's toes curl a little and jump in her seat nervously.
"What? No! I 'm not—what?" Jaune protested weakly, trying to find a way out of this. After she found a way to look away. Somehow. Some way. Preferably with a blindfold and some tape to make sure Jaune didn't remove it.
Pyrrha smiled happily.
"Well, if you know, my stomach feels a little weird and sticky, is it possible for you to check and make sure there's nothing there?"
Okay. At this point, Jaune was sure that Pyrrha was doing this on purpose. But it didn't really matter. Heaven seemed to be only a few inches away, and what's the worst that could happen from touching those shapely abs? Jaune finally gave in, reaching over to try and touch that little bit of Nirvana.
And was rudely interrupted by Nora, who stood in between them, forcing a sweater onto Pyrrha.
"Wh—Nora! What are you doing?" Pyrrha yelled out. Nora kept on trying to put the sweater on.
"You. Are. Causing. A. Scene!" Nora said.
The spell of glistening muscles finally fading, Jaune looked confusingly at Nora, then at Ren, to see why she wasn't trying to stop Nora.
Ren sat to the side a little, blushing something fierce. Every once in a while her eyes would drift towards the pair of guys wrestling there, renewing her blush.
Oh.
Who knew?
Finally Nora was able to get the sweater around Pyrrha and stood up triumphantly, before turning to glare at Ren, who quickly turned back to her pancakes.
Oh.
Who knew?