"And that guys, is how you find the cross product of two vectors." The teacher said, carefully circling his answer with one month old white chalk. The white haired girl in the back caught his attention by pointing at the clock, redirecting his eyes to the almost finished quarter hour mark. He gave an almost indistinguishable nod to her in appreciation before setting his chalk down on the lip of the blackboard.
"Now that we have a few moments left, does anyone have questions? I know this can be confusing, so don't be afraid to ask!" Jaune said, trying to act as cheerfully as he could for his last class of the day, and mostly succeeding. His students looked less than thrilled at his enthusiasm, except for the red haired girl in the back that he'd come to learn was Pyrrha… mostly by her intent to overachieve, her hand going up almost every time he opened a question for the class to answer. He felt bad when he didn't call on her, but he knew that picking favorites was a poor idea, and from the grades of a few choice students on the first test, he knew that some of them needed more prodding than others. Not with a cattle prod (yet), but they'd be on thin ice if they were to continue at their current rate.
"Um, Professor, shouldn't it be 42, not 49?" The brunette with red streaks in her hair offered, half raising her hand and looking like she was afraid Jaune would hit her at the mention of a mistake. Jaune glanced back at his work, and then at the work he'd previously done in his notebook before setting his jaw and thinking. Four seconds passed without him doing or saying anything.
"Very good catch, Miss Rose." Jaune said, knowing her name well. There wasn't a moment one of his senior colleagues would go without singing of her daughter's praises, and at least once or twice he'd been asked by that same person to tutor Ruby as a favor to her. He rarely declined.
Ruby blushed. Jaune tried to push thoughts away of how cute it was, before clearing his throat.
"Well caught. Remember class, you shouldn't be afraid to call me out for my mistakes! You might learn something." Jaune preached, before turning around to the board and fixing the minor multiplication mistake he'd made. It'd been late the night before when he'd double checked his work, and he remembered at the time wondering if the answer had been correct. He loosened his tie.
There was an incredibly audible snort from the back of the class. Jaune twitched as he almost turned around immediately, but restrained himself, finishing his work on the minor mistake. He turned around on his own terms, putting down the chalk with a satisfying 'click' on the metal slat before glancing around the classroom.
He internally rolled his eyes, as of course the student that currently had a shit eating grin on their face was Cardin Winchester, one of the failing students that might later need a caddle prod applied to them to pass. He had half a mind to call him out. Winter was glaring at the boy with ice cold eyes, ones that made Jaune almost feel pity for Cardin. But not enough to do or say anything. Winter was, if anything besides smart, resourceful, and (he hesitated to think it) attractive, she was driven. He had a feeling that she might do something drastic if Cardin went any further, in which case he'd be forced to intervene in ways that he really did not want to.
Though he hoped he was wrong, and that it was nothing more than his paranoia of being slightly older than the people he was teaching. If he was twice their age, he could tell Cardin to fuck off and that he'd be a failure in life, but for better or worse, that wasn't an option he had.
He didn't have tenure yet.
"Alright then class, you're free to go! I'll fix the notes on the class site, and remember that we have a quiz tomorrow, so do the homework!" He said, emphasizing the last three words by clapping lightly to each of them.
There was a collective low groan from most of the class as they shuffled out the door, with even the usually cheerful and chipper Ruby looking drained of life. Test weeks did that to a person. Something that he knew from both sides, now, especially as a young professor. Pyrrha gave him a small wave before hurriedly leaving, and readjusting what looked like a heavier than usual backpack on her shoulders. He made sure to wave back, and snorted when she was out of sight, whispering, "Mistralians".
"Professor Arc?" Winter said, suddenly in front of him, scaring the shit out of him. She was wearing the school uniform, which happened to fit her form very well. Her bust was accentuated by the fit of the blouse, and the skirt was just short enough to be reasonable and also show quite a bit of her legs covered in black leggings. Jaune had always wondered just who had come up with that kind of design, and then had the epiphany he knew exactly who had enforced it.
"D-do you do that on purpose?" Jaune asked, placing a hand over his heart.
"Do what?" Winter said innocently.
"Never mind." He answered, unable to deal with Winter's even gaze. He really hoped there wouldn't be another 'Cardin' conversation, because frankly he was hoping that the kid would get poor enough grades that Beacon University would be forced to drop him… even if it was terrible for him to wish that as his teacher, and it wouldn't happen anyway.
"I believe measures should be taken against the Cardin Winchester boy." Winter said, crossing her arms. Jaune was going to point out that the two of them were basically the same age, before remembering that he was only a year older than she was.
"I've told you, it's more complicated than that." Jaune sighed. He'd already talked to the headmaster (though why Ozpin called himself a headmaster at a college, Jaune never quite understood), and apparently Cardin's family was both swimming in riches from selling arms in the Great War, and ever so gracefully giving a portion of said riches on the school. With the unspoken agreement that those funds would be withdrawn if Cardin were to find himself expelled for any and all reasons.
Winter wasn't glaring at him, but she wasn't gazing without malicious intent either. Jaune waited for her to say something, do anything. Ultimately she sighed, stepped forward close enough that Jaune could feel her breath on his chest, reached up-
And fixed his tie.
"That was bothering me all class." Winter said as she strode away, leaving Jaune feeling like he'd just come in extremely close contact with some sort of large feral animal. "You have a poor habit of loosening your tie during class, a symptom of a poorly fitting suit. Shall I order one for you?"
"As much as I appreciate it, I'll pass. I hate being fitted for suits, anyway." Jaune said, giving a flimsy excuse because this was yet another conversation that had come up before with his beloved TA, with almost exactly the same flow. He loosened his tie a bit, as Winter always made it just slightly too tight for comfort.
"That won't be an issue." Winter assured him, stopping his fingers cold in his collar before he could allow his neck breathing room, her warm hand wrapped around his. "I already know your measurements."
Jaune raised the finger she'd stopped. "How do you…?"
"Every TA should know their Professor's sizes." Winter said as a matter of fact.
"And the followup to that saying is that every Professor knows their TA's sizes." Jaune said, rolling his eyes. He was now wondering when she had even had time let alone the means to measure him. He was racking his brain, thinking of any time they'd been together when they were close enough for her to do that. Which, now that he was thinking about it, happened quite often…
"82 57 85." Winter replied casually, staring at her laptop. "Your suit should be here in two days."
Why had she gotten his measurements, was simply another question on Jaune's mind, although he supposed the answer was to get him a suit. Why his TA was buying him a suit on a salary that was less than he had (an impressive feat!), he had no clue. He briefly considered being stubborn and rejecting the gift, and then remembered how surprisingly bratty Winter had been when he tried to turn down her 'Professor Day cookies', to the point where she had pouted, something he didn't even know she was capable of. He'd scoured the internet and found literally zero mentions of that being a thing, even though Winter insisted that it was a normal thing for TAs to do for their teacher, not unlike Boxing Day. When he had talked to his colleagues, they had acted confused momentarily, laughed, and then left without explaining their actions further. Three separate people had done this, leaving Jaune utterly baffled and somewhat annoyed. The colleague that doted on Ruby was one of them.
"Thank you for the suit, Winter. Let me know how much I owe you." Jaune said, bluffing. He was a poor ass Junior Professor and had literally no money with how much his landlord was bleeding him. But his pride wouldn't allow him to go down without some sort of resistance. Or at least that's what he told himself.
"That won't be necessary, Professor Arc." Winter said, glancing up at him before closing her laptop.
"I told you that you can call me Jaune in private." He sighed, shaking his head.
"Take the suit peacefully and I shall, Professor Arc." Winter said smoothly.
"I'll graciously accept your offer, star pupil and TA Winter Schnee."
Jaune wanted to slam his head against the wall when she blushed. She turned slightly and mouthed 'star pupil' beneath her hand, enjoying the sound of the title on her lips and fingers, the way it felt when she pronounced it.
Looking for something to change the topic, Jaune's eyes landed heavily on a stack of papers at the front of the class.
"Oh, would you mind helping me grade?" He asked, tapping the bottom of the homework sheets on the table to neatly line them up. It was satisfying, and oddly one of the highlights of his day. "This one shouldn't take too long. And the key is right… here." Jaune said, taking a copy of the key along with 40% of the homework in a stack that he held out to her.
"Of course, Jaune." Winter said, deftly taking the homework that he had in his other hand, along with just the key on the top of the other. A feat that both impressed and annoyed Jaune, but after the conversation earlier, he was lacking the vim to fight and thus sat back down at his desk to quietly work.
While Winter did not outwardly look particularly happy, her heart was beating faster than ever. Her pen shook slightly as she graded autonomously, thinking about the fact that Jaune had called her his star pupil. Frankly, they were already married if he was referring to her with pet names like that, and she had half a mind to update her parents on the spouse she had chosen later that night on their weekly check in.
Whenever the next day came around, 60% of the students in Jaune Arc's class would find their homework graded far more leniently than before, mostly due to a lovesick Winter that was content to simply be near Jaune in the quiet of the coming evening.
The other 40% would find their homework incorrectly graded- at least somewhat. Some of the questions would be marked up or down seemingly randomly, though if you were analyze the statistics, one would find that the point differences matched the normal distribution from rolling a D6- not for any particular reason, though the variance was probably due to the first piece of advice Ozpin had ever gave Jaune. It wasn't something along the lines of, 'It will take experience, blood, and passion to become a great teacher', or, 'We all make mistakes, me more than anyone, simply learn from them', it was, 'Use protection'.
Jaune knew exactly what to make of the advice the old man had given him, who had for an unrelated reason looked to a picture of Glynda on his desk after he had imparted the words of wisdom. Jaune rather hoped it was the ramblings of a man who had been in his position and seen far too many things for far too long to stay sane, rather than useful advice.
Though, just in case, he'd been carrying a condom in his wallet ever since, and ironically was praying to god if he did use it, it was not with someone he was teaching.
Luckily for Jaune, he would never use that condom or follow Ozpin's advice.
In the room next to Jaune's classroom, right as Jaune and Winter had finished their rather heated encounter involving Cardin, suits, and grading papers, Pyrrha sat at a desk with a large tome on top of it, her fingers fidgeting as they do. Her green eyes peered at the cover of the book, once covered in large and colorful arcane runes from dust witches of ages passed, but now containing little more than faint outlines on a dull, brown leather that smelled vaguely of piss.
Pyrrha had been given the relic by someone especially pushy on a street corner that morning, and not wanting to turn down an earnest gift due to her nature, she gratefully accepted it. She regretted it not long after, not due to it causing any manner of magical misfirings or causing bad accidents, but simply because it was heavy and more difficult than she would like to carry around on campus.
Although, her country of origin was only partially the reason that she had accepted the book. The other being that the hooded figure promised her that inside was a spell to make any man she pleased fall madly in love with her with both minimal effort and no downside or catch.
Naturally, Pyrrha took this as too good to be true. Unfortunately, she was a young woman rather deprived of fluids from the less fair sex, meaning that when her level 300 math professor turned around to write on the chalkboard, the only differential she could make out was his ass. To the point where she had to hurriedly erase intricate drawings of the equation she could not get enough of, and glance around to make sure no one had seen (her seat mate had seen this occur enough that she simply rolled her eyes when she saw it happen).
Which is why she chose to keep the book instead of trashing it, the Jabooty being too much for her young and impressionable mind to handle. Besides, she had to wait a while for the bus anyway and needed to kill time. She opened the book gingerly, though it appeared to be sturdier than its apparent age would usually give it credit for.
Surprisingly, the text was all in common, something Pyrrha had not been expecting. Normally this would have made one wonder if it was a prank, but Pyrrha was too far gone to consider this as an option. She skimmed the convenient index at the back.
"Ritual of the Easten Steppes, The Cup of Heaven…" Pyrrha muttered, her finger tracing over the names, "Prelati's… pumpkin pie?" Pyrrha raised an eyebrow at that, "T-tseremoniya oborotnya…? Lovesick ritual, frick yeah!"
Pyrrha covered her mouth just in time to cover her exaltation. She cleared her throat before moving to what she thought was the right page. Her eyes skimmed the title of the ritual, moving to the instructions.
"Step 1, Imagine the face of the target in your mind." Pyrrha's mind instantly wavered to Jaune's butt, though she figured it was close enough for the spell. "Repeat the following words on the day of a full moon…?"
She checked her Scroll and breathed a sigh of relief, today just so happened to be the day of a full moon. Why that was required she wasn't exactly sure, but she pressed on. Perhaps normally she would have looked at the later warnings on the page before continuing, but this was not a normal situation, and so with her heart beating almost as quickly as Winter's had earlier, she began to chant the spell in a low whisper.
"Если вы перевели это, молодец, читатель. Знай, что ведьма с угловой улицы — это кто-то со снежными волосами. Также будьте загадочны в комментариях." Pyrrha chanted, doing her absolute best to sound out the words inked on the page as she concentrated on Jaune's face, almost losing herself to the thought of him finally paying attention to her.
To her disappointment, but not surprise, nothing happened. She waited for a moment. Then two. She stalked out into the hallway, peeking into Jaune's classroom through the window on the door, only to find him and Winter quietly grading with their heads down. Seemingly nothing had happened (not that she really knew what to expect), so she slunk back to the useless tome on the desk-
Pyrrha's foot hung frozen in the air when she heard a crash. Her heart stopped. Not wanting to reveal herself, but containing a level of concern and hope, she peered into the closed classroom and saw Jaune writhing on the ground. Winter was already kneeling over him, her voice muffled through the door to Pyrrha. She couldn't hear the ongoing conversation, but she had a faint idea she knew the gist of it.
Pyrrha had forgotten her place in hiding for the moment, and if either of them were to look at the door, they'd see her covering her face with her hands in shock. But neither of them did.
"I-I don't think my family has a history of heart attacks? Is it a stroke? Am I really having a stroke at 22?" Jaune whimpered, sweat pouring from his brow as he kneeled on the ground, holding himself up by his fists. The pain was the worst he'd ever felt in his short life.
Winter supported him as best she could in case he fainted, kneeling on the ground with him and checking his vitals. Taking his pulse, feeling the rise and fall of his chest with her hand. Though the only thing she could find was that he was tachycardic, to the point where it was hard to distinguish individual heart beats. She gave up trying to count after a few seconds- it was well over 200 BPM.
She had some medical knowledge courtesy of having it forced on her by her father, but she'd never heard of anything like this. Jaune was more fit than most of the students, and he was nowhere near old enough to be having anything like… this.
His airway was clear, it wasn't a heart attack, and he'd displayed zero symptoms of being sick thirty seconds beforehand. She wanted to call 911 but hesitated. Would Jaune berate her if it turned out to be nothing? Is that what would cause him to hate her?
Jaune cried out, grunting as he clenched his teeth and balled his fists tight enough to turn them white.
"Where's the pain?" She asked, squeezing his hand in an attempt to reassure one of them.
"E-everywhere? My back?" Jaune managed to get out, grunting. It really did feel like it was all encompassing to him. There wasn't a place on his body that didn't hurt beyond belief.
Winter didn't bother trying to help Jaune get his shirt off, instead pulling out her pocket knife and deftly slicing the back of the shirt in two, examining the back of his chest for oddities.
And it didn't take long to find one. Thick blond fur covered his back, and although she had to rub her eyes to ensure that she was seeing right, she could see it growing by the second.
"What?" Jaune asked, his arms shaking.
"I… I don't know." Winter answered, her eyes wide. She experimentally poked at the fur just to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. But the fur was real, and she could feel its strange texture upon her finger tips, more similar to dog fur than human hair. "I'm calling an ambulance."
Jaune grunted, in too much pain to do much else. Winter resolved to call the ambulance and entered the PIN on her scroll, fumbling it at the last moment when Jaune screamed in pain. The sound that had erupted from his mouth was more befitting of a beast than a man, and he was beginning to look more the former than the latter. Fur crawled over his skin like a vine, up his arms and covering his hands and face. Contorting his bones painfully and without any relief. Ripping his clothes apart from the change in his skeleton's shape and size, as well as the coarse muscle popping out all along his body.
Winter attempted to pick up her Scroll, but found it and her pocket knife flung across the room and smashed to pieces against the far wall of the room.
"Jaune?!"
A monster was standing over her, his body rippling with the last few changes of the transformation, but otherwise done. His fur illuminated by the light from the ceiling and glowing as he loomed over Winter. His form was more wolf than human, but not fully that either. Claws extended from his half paw half hands, deadly sharp and glinting. His abs were the size of her head, his arms as thick as her entire body. When he stretched his fingers she could practically hear the ligaments straining against his immense strength.
Winter had never felt so helpless in her short life. Warmth seeped out of her and onto the floor, locked in horror at the sight of the monster. She tried to say something, anything, but nothing came out. The monster that was previously Jaune cracked its neck, settling into its new body. It sniffed at the air, as if searching for something. Thick nostrils like that of a mutt, which were testing the air. Tasting it.
And eventually honing in on the prey in front of him, the scared female on the ground, at the ripe age for breeding and dominating. He could smell another female of similar quality close by, but he'd deal with her later. He'd be content with this one, for now… At least until she broke.
Jaune had never felt so powerful before, so… free. Adrenaline was coursing through him, or at least something like it. His vision was red but clearer than ever, allowing him to see in perfect clarity Winter pissing herself in fear. But the Jaune that would've cried out in horror at this sight was absent for the moment. And the Jaune that was there was elated to see such helpless prey in front of him. So elated that a thick and angry red cock began to emerge from his sheath, right at Winter's eye level.
It was dripping pre and twitching of its own accord, splattering Winter's previously immaculate face with Jaune's fluids. Imbuing his scent into her, marking her as his prey. The ground shook when Jaune shifted forward from his sheer density, rubbing the tip of his crimson and knotted cock on Winter's face, ensuring that she'd smell of only him for days, and think of nothing else. A low and pleasurable growl escaped from his teeth as he felt Winter's soft cheek against his member, twitching and dribbling more precum onto her as he toyed with her, almost waiting for her to do something.
Winter was stuck in a daze, wanting to run but without the legs to do so. She wanted to push away the monster, to run, to do anything. But all she could do was whimper and back further into a wall that the beast was going to pin her against. Eventually the back of her head hit the cinderblock of the wall, and she was forced to look at the head of the dick. Forced to take in his scent in her nostrils. It was hypnotizing to look at and breathe in the heavy musk. Mind altering even. Just a few moments before, it had looked disgusting and alien to Winter, but now…
Now she felt the urge to reach out to the long and (literally) steaming rod of flesh with her fingers. To feel its girth, its heat even for just a moment as it knocked gently against her face. With trembling and unsure hands, Winter reached out and grasped her fingers around Jaune's member, gasping when she realized just how large it was. She couldn't even touch her index and thumb when she wrapped her hand around his cock, it was that large. And while before she had been horrified by the idea of being violated by the monstrous dick…
Jaune gave a low growl, not out of fear or anger, but pleasure when he felt Winter's soft, cool hands touching him. For the moment, he was patient with his new toy, and allowed her time to adjust. Time to stroke the head of his dick, to watch how his body responded when she started stroking his length. It didn't take long for Winter to become enthralled with her job, stroking and pumping his dick with both her hands. His precum acted as an excellent lube for her fingers to work their magic, even if her hands weren't nearly large enough to cover him. She felt good, but for Jaune it was just an exercise in patience. His blue eyes that were somehow deeper stared down at her, watching, waiting.
Winter could feel herself becoming damper below, and not just from the fear she had earlier. She wanted to have Jaune inside her. She knew it was impossible and it would break her, but she wanted it nonetheless. It was a hunger, an addiction from his musk that she could not shake or ignore. She tentatively reached out her tiny pink tongue to the head of Jaune's smooth cock. When her tastebuds finally reached it, it was everything Winter had ever dreamed of. Salty, tasty, and she needed more of it. She started to lick at his tip as she stroked his dick, slurping up the slowly increasing trickle of precum he had and swallowing it. Winter had never felt better or wetter in her life, she could feel herself approaching without touching herself, too turned on by Jaune's musk and dick.
He didn't have to do a thing. Winter did all the work, slurping on him, massaging him, and gagging- her spittle trailing from her mouth. She wasn't looking him in the eye, no. She was concentrated entirely on his dick, and that was fine with him. She'd be seeing a lot more of it soon, anyway. Jaune stroked her hair with a hand bigger than her head, with surprising gentleness, like he was petting a kitten. His claws gently brushing against her cheek without so much as a scratch, his ears serenaded by the sound of her moans and her gagging.
Jaune growled, letting Winter know that he was near, and she understood him perfectly. Her hands moved faster and faster, stroking him up and down as fast as she could. Taking him as deep down her small throat as she could, which was just the head. Even with only that she gagged, choking as she braced herself for the incoming wave, her hands still working his shaft. She could feel him pulsing underneath her fingers, getting bigger. She could watch the sack underneath his legs growing, churning with cum that was about to coat her insides.
Nothing could have prepared her for the wave of dense seed that poured down her throat. Rope after rope of Jaune's semen choking her, filling her mouth and stomach in just a few seconds. There was no sign of him stopping either, and she was forced to pull herself away and cough, clearing her throat and allowing something other than semen to reach her lungs.
Jaune stroked himself as he continued to spurt, his cum covering and layering Winter's face, clothes, and any part of her skin that was even slightly exposed. She had to raise a hand to stop it from entering her eyes, completely drenching her hand in a few ropes of Jaune's semen.
Steam left Jaune's mouth when he entered the throes of his orgasm, satisfied in how he had marked Winter. Her clothes were utterly ruined, stained with smell and seed. She'd never be able to wear it again- even after cleaning it- without thinking of how she was his bitch. And that was exactly what he wanted, for his toy to know her place. That she was explicitly for breeding and by him alone.
Winter blinked away the seed on her face, using the only part of her clothes that hadn't been exposed to the impromptu shower- underneath the elbow of her shirt. But even while doing that, her head felt foggy, hazy. Like she wasn't fully there. Jaune's musk was fully afflicting her now as she stood up. She no longer had any memory of wanting to run, or desiring to do anything other than please Jaune in any way she possibly could. There was simply nothing else on her mind other than that primal urge.
Winter stood up, swaying a bit as she did so. It was less that her balance was off, and more that the whole world was moving around her. But, like a good bitch should, she turned around, slid down her panties, raised the back of her skirt, and presented her untouched and smooth pussy to Jaune. She waited with agitation, only able to barely see him out of the corner of her eye when she was bent over. But what she saw was enough to make her even wetter in anticipation.
Jaune was pleased at how quickly Winter had learned her place, and mounted her, his chest against her back as he practically enveloped her with his body. She was a third his size, small enough that he could easily pick her up and throw her around if he wanted to. But that wasn't going to happen- at least not yet. He wanted to play with his toy first. He rubbed his length against her soft and wet pussy, reveling in its texture and snorting as his cock twitched and dribbled precum against it. He could feel her shuddering underneath him, her entire body contorting.
Jaune's breath was like a furnace next to Winter's ear. Making it even more difficult to concentrate than it already was for her. His body heat along with his fur only adding to it. She was unbearably hot, and wanted to tear off her clothes when given the next chance, practically boiling inside them. His length was the worst offender, nearly scalding her skin as it brushed against her stomach and muff, reaching all the way to her navel. She didn't know if it would fit, but she was willing to break herself if it didn't, just so it would.
Finally deciding it was time, Jaune's dick pushed against the entrance to Winter's pussy. Her small gasps as he pushed against her and slipped out from how tight she was fueled him onward. The fact of the matter was that he was too large and she was too small. But Jaune was easily frustrated, and snarled. He'd been patient before but he wouldn't tolerate waiting any longer. His cock was aching to breed and break a bitch.
Winter gasped when Jaune's singular hand wrapped entirely around her torso, like one might with a doll. She was being held in the air, unable to escape his grasp even if she wanted to. She looked down but her skirt was covering the view. Something that Jaune quickly rectified by tearing it off with a singular claw. Winter could now see the angry and throbbing dick in all its glory, bubbling with his precum and smearing it against her skin.
Jaune held his member in one hand, and Winter in the other. He lined up the tip of his cock with her entrance, and poked against it, his attempts still failing to penetrate. He howled in annoyance. His toy was malfunctioning before he had a chance to have fun with it and he was throwing a tantrum. Roaring in annoyance to the point that it nearly deafened Winter in the enclosed space.
Some measure of sentience returned to Winter, and she looked down in horror at the pole that was about to penetrate her. She panicked, squirming against Jaune's grip in a vain attempt to break free. But her limbs were sluggish, and her mind elsewhere, meaning that there was no hope of her dreams being realized.
It did, however, spur Jaune to try harder. He'd thought Winter would know better than to try and escape, and if his toy refused to listen or work, he'd have to apply percussive maintenance.
He took one of Winter's legs in each hand and pulled them apart, prying open her entrance as far as possible as he lowered her onto the tip of a dick that was still impossible for her to take in. She struggled, but that only made it easier. This was the first time that he had not slid off her entrance, and he could already feel him entering her soft, warm insides. He licked her face as he pulled her legs down, happy that his toy was finally cooperating with him.
Winter was becoming more lucid by the moment, but that only made matters worse as she felt him reaching further and further inside her. She pulled her face away from his long tongue but it was unfruitful, and the shimmies of her body only made it easier for him to penetrate further inside her. Winter cried in pain. It felt like she was being pulled and split in half simultaneously, and he wasn't even half way in. She could feel her body temperature raising by degrees from how hot his member was inside her pussy. She wouldn't survive if he went any further, of that she was sure.
Finally confident in his hold on Winter, Jaune pulled on her legs and slammed her all the way down on his thick magma rod, bottoming out at her womb with the tip of his dick pressing against it, his knot at the bottom of his length still not inside her and an ever looming threat.
Winter slumped against Jaune's chest, unconscious. Her mind hadn't been able to handle the pain and had blacked out. Jaune's dick was physically deforming her, noticeably poking out of her stomach and forever stretching her insides.
And Jaune stayed still while she was blacked out because there was no fun if his toy wasn't responding. It was reactions that mattered, breeding was the secondary objective. Jaune wanted to break her.
It took a few moments for her to reawake with Jaune's tongue lapping at her face, her body not used to the pain, but able to accept it.
Winter screamed from the agony, causing the voyeur at the door to cover her ears and whimper from the awful noise.
A noise that only egged Jaune on further as he pulled his cock out of Winter, slowly letting her adjust, before slamming it against her womb. Each time eliciting a bloodcurdling scream that only made him harder.
He made no effort to cover her mouth. It was better if the men nearby knew what he was capable of, and what the bitches had to look forward to. He rocked her up and down on his dick, using her like a sex toy. He wasn't far off now, and was no longer holding back as he rutted inside her, thrusting his hips up into her.
Winter couldn't stay conscious for long, repeatedly blacking out every few thrusts as her mind shut off from the pain. But she was brought back every time, and every time it hurt a little less… and felt… better.
A hundred thrusts later her body no longer felt the pain of deformation, Jaune's cock even longer than it had been initially from getting harder.
"Harder!" Winter cried out, her body fully adjusted to Jaune, now.
Jaune was more than happy to oblige, thrusting with all his might. He was close, now. Especially from how tight and wet Winter was. But he still had yet to get in the knot, which had remained firmly at the entrance of Winter's pussy. Which was something that he needed to change.
Feeling Jaune thrust as hard as he could, Winter made an O face when she felt his knot enter her, finally accepted by her battered pussy. Consequently, she could feel the exact moment when he powered through her cervix and lodged himself in her womb.
Jaune howled as he finally let loose, cum pumping through his knotted dick and directly into Winter's fertile baby room. Breeding and breaking her all at once. His dick was still as wave after wave of semen entered her to the point that her eggs were drenched in his seed, without a chance in hell they weren't fertilized.
Unlike before when Winter had pulled her mouth away from Jaune's dick when she couldn't handle the volume, that wasn't an option here. And she could feel his warmth reaching through her, filling her to the brim and then some. But with Jaune's knot in the way, sealing her pussy tight, there was nowhere for the cum to go but her womb. Her stomach distending from the sheer volume, to the point that she already looked several months pregnant.
Still wanting to rut, Jaune picked her up and moved, pressing her up against the door as he continued to cum, thrusting his dick up into her and shaking the old oak door at the same time. His movements weren't as large, but they were also in the deepest parts of Winter, forcing her to cum around his cock from the sheer pleasure of being fucked and cummed in.
Pyrrha whimpered in fear, lust, and shame as she crouched beneath the door, hearing Winter's heated moans elicted by Jaune and literally feeling the TA get fucked through the door. Pyrrha could swear she could hear Jaune's balls emptying themselves inside Winter, hear the rush of his semen into Winter's fertile womb. And the worst part of all- was that Pyrrha was wet. She had seen what Winter had gone through, and wanted it to happen to her. She wanted to offer herself to Jaune and be broken in just the same way.
Winter's mind was still misty, but she was grateful to Jaune for molding her womb into the shape of his dick. Filling her womb with his semen so that she'd be able to birth his kin. Her only hope was that he would do it over and over again, even when she was with child…
There was a 'pop', and then a moment later a torrent of cum dropped to the floor as Winter's muff that had been sealed was now unsealed by Jaune removing his knot. Semen splattered on the floor, covering it. It slipped under the large wooden door, covering Pyrrha's butt and right hand. She quickly stood, but not before she caught a whiff of Jaune's musk. And that was enough to make her hazy, infect her. But not enough for her to stick around. She half ran, half jogged away as the world swayed around her, leaving everything behind.
Winter was full of Jaune's cum, but otherwise drained as she groaned. His seed was still trickling out of her when he hoisted her up and onto his shoulder, her pussy bare and still leaking. While Jaune wasn't fully cognizant, he wasn't a dumb animal, and knew that it would be better to bring Winter back to his lair than to continue here.
Claws tapped on the floor as he crouched under and through the doorway and into the empty halls. Luckily, Jaune's house wasn't far, as it was a luxury of even junior professors to have room and board from the university. On top of that, night was falling, as his classes were almost late enough to be called night classes (also, mostly due to his lack of seniority).
He sniffed the air. The bitch he'd smelled earlier had left, but he was in no rush. His current toy was in working order, and he had all the time in the world. More importantly, there was no one near. He stalked through the halls before exiting through a back entrance, darting towards the small nearby forest. Even just a few trees into it, he was impossible to see by most humans, more thanks to the innate qualities of the form rather than his fur (which was blonde, and by all rights should have stood out in a dark forest).
It took only a minute or two sprinting at full speed to reach his house, though how fast he was exactly he didn't know. He did have to briefly wonder how he was going to get in, before Winter started moving around on his shoulder. To her credit, Winter didn't scream when she realized the predicament she was in. Instead, she chose to take a deep breath and relax.
Which was more difficult than you might think when your rapist was holding you in an iron grip, and the hypnotism was wearing off. There was still a dull throb in her core from Jaune's earlier pounding.
Focus was not something she lacked, however, and she recognized the entrance to Jaune's house, even from the angle of the door. To her, even after a moment it was obvious what he wanted. He wanted to bring her back and fuck her even more. Pound her until she was beaten, broken, filled and covered with cum.
She had to wipe drool off her mouth, and although the aphrodisiac played a part in it, what frightened her was she didn't know how much of it was purely that. She felt compelled to help Jaune, though she had the feeling that if she really wanted to, she could have resisted the urge and ran when given the chance.
"If you let me down, I'll let you in." Winter offered, not able to see Jaune's wolfish face from her ass up angle over his shoulder.
He gave a low growl, one that intoned that if she tried to run, she'd regret it. But ultimately, her feet touched the ground. She nearly fell before Jaune caught her, and she didn't feel the need to thank him for that. The only reason he'd needed to catch her was because her legs were unstable and feeble at that moment from his work.
Winter knew where his secret key was from having been to his house before- strictly for grading purposes and the occasional errand that she insisted on doing for him- and removed the key from the inside of the lantern on the porch before opening it and gesturing for him to enter. Evidently uncomfortable letting his toy go unchecked for any length of time, he picked her back up by the waist before he entered, carrying her inside the small house.
Winter reached out to try and close the door but wasn't fast enough, and Jaune paid it no attention. He brought Winter to the only room in the house she hadn't been to before: his bedroom. It was simple and plain, with a relatively small bed in the corner of it to conserve space. One that Jaune didn't hesitate to place her on, despite being drenched with his cum. He wanted it stained into her skin and body so his musk would never leave her, the thought of cleaning her or wiping it off was ridiculous.
Winter's pussy was still throbbing from her early pounding, and thought quickly of a way to prevent her body from being irrevocably broken, or at least give her lower half a chance to recoup. Not that all of Winter's mind was entirely on board with delaying the inevitable, at least a quarter of it wanted Jaune to continue breeding her and to pound her into the bed until she was unconscious. But it relented when she assured that part of her it would eventually happen, with the vain hope that she'd be able to escape.
And miraculously, she did come up with something.
"What about a boob job?" Winter offered, cringing at even thinking the phrase, let alone saying it out loud. She unbuttoned her blouse- which while wet and covered in his semen- was surprisingly intact. The lacy blue and white lingerie popped out, restrained by the uniform. It felt pleasant to have her skin no longer confined to a wet, sticky, and oddly warm prison, even if she felt even more vulnerable than before. Her now visible cleavage was impressive, more fitting of a mother than of a woman still in college. After a moment of hesitation, she reached around her back and unsnapped her lacy bra, revealing her tits in all their glory. They were perfectly shaped, large while still managing to be perky, and had a cute pink (hardened) nipple on each of them that when gazed upon almost compelled you to suck on them.
Jaune was definitely boob man (in this universe), so when he saw his toy undressing and revealing her perfect chest, a trail of drool dripped out his mouth from between his sharp and jagged teeth and onto Winter's ankle.
She had to restrain her reflex to clean it off, not out of disgust but because it was legitimately hot on her ankle. Not to the point that it would burn her or leave damage, but enough that it was uncomfortable. Ignoring it she did her best to seduce Jaune, squeezing her boobs together, licking one of her nipples while she looked him in the eye, and doing her best to take his focus off of breeding her and fucking her tight ass pussy.
Within Jaune there was a subconscious moment of deliberation between breeding his bitch and continuing to train and break her, and using her juicy, delectable tits to get off and continue marking her. But it was only a moment, and not unlike the quarter of Winter's mind that wanted her to be bred, he came to the same conclusion that it was inevitable. And as before, he reminded himself, he had all the time in the world.
Within that same moment, Winter also wondered if her plan would work, her heart beating almost as fast as it had when Jaune had first transformed. It was almost scarier. Because back then she had no options, no chance to change what would happen. But now… it all rode on her chance to persuade him. To attack her to begin with, meaning that she had no opportunity to take the initiative… or did she? That line of thinking wasn't correct, she realized. She just hadn't been willing to entertain it before now.
But now she was. Another moment passed while Jaune decided, and although his decision aligned with what Winter wanted, she had no way to know right then, and had no intentions of taking the chance.
If she had a way to tire him out before he went back to fucking her, she would do her absolute best to achieve it. Even thinking back to how she hadn't been able to stay conscious from his huge fucking cock wrecking her pussy, pounding on her womb before finally invading and filling it… she wanted to believe that it didn't make her wet and horny, that it was simply her body overreacting to the situation. She couldn't believe that she wanted her body to be wrecked and owned by him.
So she 'fought' in her own way against her primal instincts, as well as the desires she was beginning to develop herself. She fought against them by sliding up against Jaune's length with her breasts, rubbing them up and down on his dick. Her breasts were large enough you could comfortably sleep on them and get her accused of being a trophy wife, but they were nowhere near long enough to cover Jaune's length, though it was enough to cover his girth.
Winter's eyes met his as she moved her entire body up and down to pleasure his dick. It was arousing, in a way, especially with her nose so close to his dick and taking in the brunt of his musk. Once again, it was becoming more difficult for her to concentrate, and slowly her eyes stopped looking at his face altogether, focusing on Jaune's dick. Massaging it, worshiping it with her breasts like one might a false idol. Her movements became less stiff, more enthusiastic as his musk worked its way into her mind, infecting her with lust and subservience. Which, soon enough, would become permanent…
Jaune hadn't been expecting his toy to take the lead, but he took no issue with it. It was amusing in the same way an irreverent child or pet might be, and so he accepted her 'assault' without complaint, even going as far to stroke her silvery white hair as she devoted her entire being and mind to pleasing him. And she was doing an excellent job, even with Jaune having cum twice previously and his cock somewhat numbed, he was getting closer and closer to blowing his load all over her gorgeous face and chest. Marking skin that he had yet to cover with his seed and musk and further cementing her as his.
That did not, however, mean he would continue to be passive. He retracted his claws most of the way into his hand and squeezed her uncovered nipples ripe for playing with. Winter's moans, no longer covered by fear, rang out in his house unabashed.
"Fuuu…" She cursed, trailing off as her legs shook, her pussy squirting onto the covers of the bed. She hadn't realized just how sensitive her body was before then. Winter dabbled in masturbation (and by dabble, I mean every other day, while fantasizing about Jaune taking her because she was a 'naughty TA that needed punishing'), and she'd always found her nipples to be disappointing when it came to anything, really. Licking them, playing with them, even twisting them didn't seem to do much. Although if she vaguely remembered her childhood, her sister could not claim the same.
And so her orgasm at Jaune just pinching her nipples was more than a little surprising to her, ruining her orgasm as she wasn't able to ride the high and build it up further. Even still, her pussy throbbed with pleasure, aching every time Jaune's large, furred hands played with her nipples. Rolling them in his fingers, squeezing them, flicking them. All of it made Winter's head spin and back arch from the pleasure. It was hard for her to keep track of time with the increased haze that she was in, entering something akin to a fugue state from the pleasure and musk.
Without thinking, she snaked out her tongue to the tip of Jaune's dick, almost causing him to burst right then and there. He simply hadn't been expecting her soft and wet tongue to dance around the tip of his cock, lapping up the continuously dripping precum that had stained Winter's cleavage and chest. But he could instinctually tell that she was under his 'spell' now from the way her pupils were malformed in the shape of a heart, her mind only somewhat there, acting more as a suggestion for how her body should act rather than a director.
And while Jaune could've cum just like that, allowing Winter to effectively decide when, instead he pushed her over. Straddling her stomach but not placing any of his weight on it. His dick still between her breasts, but with him in control of the pace now. His knot made matters more difficult when thrusting his hips back and forth in the makeshift pussy that was Winter's cleavage, acting as a stop gap for the small hole she was making by pressing her breasts together. Nonetheless, his flesh slapped against hers, hammering and jiggling her chest every time he did so, causing little gasps of pleasure to sprout from Winter that only further fueled him.
He was close now, close enough that if he was in human form he would have had to slow down in order to not cum. But in his adopted form, that was less of an issue. He had more of a say when he came and when he didn't. So he continued to rut into Winter's chest as if he could breed it, his angry red tip flaring and dripping onto her lips, which she greedily drank.
"Thank you, Professor." Winter said, half in a daze, believing that she was really in the fantasy she masturbated to. "Please use this slutty TA and cum all over me, punish me." Winter added, finishing her sentence by kissing and sucking at the tip of Jaune's dick.
Unlike when human men cum, dogs and wolves continued to pound and rut as they came initially, which was exactly what Jaune did, howling as he let loose a torrent of cum over Winter's face and chest, covering everything in front of his dick as it throbbed and let loose. Winter tried to drink in some of it, but she physically couldn't gulp it down quickly enough. It wasn't until a few minutes later that Jaune was fully and truly done, his dick twitching with the occasional leak of cum that Winter licked up.
Winter's heart throbbed, torn between hoping that this was the end, and she'd be safe from a pounding for the night, and hoping that she was wrong. That she'd be wrecked and have her pussy wrecked beyond repair and recognition. And the second option was becoming more appetizing by the second as she licked up and cleaned Jaune's cum off her skin, openly drinking it and reveling in its taste.
And with a display like that, well, Jaune couldn't simply stay put. Winter's breathing hitched when Jaune backed up, his dick dragging along her chest, abs, stomach, crotch and finally pussy, dragging copious amounts of his cum all over her body for marking purposes.
But even a few seconds after cumming, he was ready to go.
As an open invitation for Jaune to do what he wanted, she spread her legs, and her lips with her fingers covered in his cum. Unlike in the classroom, Jaune wasted no time, immediately hilting into Winter's pussy all the way to his knot. It was far easier than last time, her body readily accepting its master and owner now that it recognized him as such. Her pussy better molded to his massive dick, but still as tight as a vice around it. A visible bulge beneath her stomach that he traced a furred hand along, causing her to shiver and cum around his cock, squirting.
Winter didn't know what she'd been so afraid of. There was no pain anymore, only pleasure. She beckoned for Jaune to lean down and kiss her with her arms, yearning for her entire body to be enveloped by his warmth. And he obliged, leaning down and half pinning, half hugging her as he pounded her tight and eager pussy.
Jaune's fur prickled her sensitive skin and acting as a soft blanket of warmth over her entire body. She was truly helpless and unable to do anything, but eagerly returned his 'kiss' taking his tongue into her mouth as best she could. Her moans that previously filled the small house were now muffled by Jaune, which only made her scream twice as loud and tremble twice as long with her body restrained and unable to move, forcing her to cum harder.
Winter couldn't wait for Jaune to fill her up again, it was driving her crazy. She wanted to stay like this forever, a toy to Jaune that didn't know anything but how to be fucked and how to please him. To give up her life and serve him and only him. It wasn't a quarter of her mind saying this anymore, it was all of it. And it only intensified its cries to please Jaune with her body when he sped up his thrusts.
Jaune's stamina was finally beginning to run out, already coming close to his climax. Her pussy squelched and complained with Jaune's dick thumping in and out of and he could tell Winter loved every second of it from the way her body moved, her body embraced him. She had finally accepted him as her owner.
Which made his cumming orgasm all the more potent as he ramped up. Pounding her as hard as he could with the last of his strength. He wanted her children to feel the way he'd fucked her and owned her tonight, that was the level of fucking he wanted.
Winter was incoherent as were her thoughts, simply seeking pleasure as she latched onto Jaune, her bruised and battered body continually cumming around his dick.
And with one final thrust Jaune's knot entered her, the tip of his dick once again lodged inside her womb-
And he pulled away from her. At first, Winter was in shock as Jaune turned away, his dick still inside her. She reached after him, but was too weak and frazzled to move.
"P-please, please cum inside me!" Winter said desperately, the vigor she had a moment ago leaving her with the fear that she hadn't pleased her master enough.
Until she saw Jaune's knot bulge, the bulge traveling down his shaft and directly into her waiting and impregnable womb. Warmth flooded into Winter's core, completely and utterly painting her baby room with Jaune's virile seed. Not a single egg was left untouched by his semen, and Winter would be expecting at least three more mouths to feed in nine months.
But that didn't mean Jaune was done. He curled up at the end of the small bed, his dick still inside Winter and pumping out hot semen, plugging her womb shut. Winter kept expecting the flow to stop but it never did, not even when she could hear him softly sleeping.
Five percent of her mind yearned to leave. With him asleep and out for the count, she could escape and find help. But the other 95% wanted to watch her belly grow from Jaune's seed, and told her that she needed the rest for her kids. It didn't take her long to pass out, Jaune's dick still inside and streaming into her as she slept.
A few hours later, while the sun still wasn't up and wouldn't be for several more hours, Winter awoke with a startle. She'd had the strangest dream about Jaune turning into a wolf, and raping her into submission. Her stomach also felt ridiculously heavy, and when her heart bearing eyes had cleared enough to see, she looked down at her belly heavy with what could've been an almost done pregnancy.
She had to feel her taut stomach to believe it, and even through her skin she could feel Jaune's warm semen churning inside her womb.
And for better or worse, he hadn't turned back yet. Winter knew this was a problem, even if she loved him as he was. Questions would arise that could spell trouble. Not to mention the state of the classroom-
"The classroom!" she realized, sitting up quickly and regretting it from how her belly sloshed around. Which she quickly came to understand would need to be fixed first if she wanted to do literally anything.
Jaune's knot was deep inside her, doing its job correctly of knotting and not allowing the bitch to leave. But in this instance it was perhaps not the best, given that even as Winter struggled to extricate herself from Jaune's dick, she simply couldn't. Recognizing that she needed more leverage, Winter got up on her shaky knees, and pulled away while she held onto the headboard. It felt like she was giving birth from how large the knot was, but she could finally feel movement. It was uncomfortable and also kept sending her into mini orgasms, but she breathed a sigh of relief when his knot slipped out, bringing along with it a rush of cum that could impregnate a small country if distributed correctly.
Winter's stomach slowly returned to its normal, flat shape as Jaune's semen mostly left her, save for her womb which had already trapped enough inside her to impregnate her several times over, leaving a small but noticeable chub on her stomach. It felt oddly bad to do, especially when she saw Jaune twitch in his sleep, his dick still rock hard and yearning for her body. She had to hold herself back from giving him a quick cleanup blowjob, instead swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, swiftly standing up, and just as swiftly falling over.
For however pleasurable the sex had been the night before, her legs, crotch, and generally everything below the hips wanted her to stay the fuck down. But she was the boss of her own body! And through sheer willpower, she stood backup after leaning on the wall. Gradually regaining the use of her irreverent legs.
Her first order of business was to shower. Which she dedicated half an hour to, if only to wash Jaune's copious amounts of semen out of her hair. However wonderful it smelled, it was not a good conditioner. After stepping out of the shower, she realized in short order she had no clean clothes. Putting on the clothes from the day before would be pointless.
However, Winter vaguely recalled Jaune mentioning that he had a sister, and searched the drawers of the small guest room he had. She triumphantly found…
…some of the sluttiest clothes she'd ever seen. Ridiculously short shorts, a low cut white top that did nothing but show off cleavage and underboob in amounts that would make Mistralian artists blush.
She settled on the shorts (as she was quite confident in her legs), and stealing one of Jaune's shirts and jacket. It wasn't as if she was going to see anyone on campus, but it was more for her own state of mind than anything else.
Winter whispered a quiet 'goodbye' to Jaune as he slept soundly on the bed, before leaving.
It didn't take her long to get back to the scene of the crime. It wasn't until she arrived that she thought about the fact she'd need to clean it up, but by then it was already too late. A janitor's rolling trash can stood outside the classroom, marking it as in progress. Winter had half a mind to act as if she hadn't seen it, but if she did nothing, there was a chance that they could find out Jaune was the one that did it. She peeked inside the classroom to see the janitor cleaning to the beats of some ridiculously loud metal song. And… singing.
"You! You! You're my my maaask, you're my cover my shelter. You! You-" The janitor said, pointing to the beat, and happening to land on Winter in the doorway. He slid down his headphones, though didn't turn them off.
"Can I help you, miss?" The janitor asked. From the way he asked the question, Winter knew he'd already seen the damages. And of course he had, the room looked almost identical to how it had before she'd been fucked up against two or three of its six walls (though it would be impressive if Jaune had managed to perform the act with her own the ceiling).
"Yes. Did you happen to see any… clothes… while cleaning?" Winter asked, forming her words carefully. She was more concerned for Jaune's sake than embarrassed about herself or traumatized about the whole ordeal, despite being the victim.
"Look lady," The janitor sighed, turning around and picking up a small, unassuming trashbag, "All I gotta say is… go easier on him next time, will ya? Guys have feelings too."
World poker champions would not have been able to read Winter's face at that moment, until she realized that the only real damage to the room had been semen and Jaune's torn clothes, not hers.
"I'll keep that in mind." She said as flatly as she could, internally screaming in embarrassment (and also secretly hoping that one day, she would be able to tear off Jaune's clothes in a classroom as they had passionate sex and was railed against the ceiling… somehow).
The janitor flipped his headphones back up and resumed his work, signaling Winter to leave. Still attempting to process both the last three minutes, as well as the 10 hours, she slipped into the next door classroom, laid her head on a desk, and groaned.
What was she going to do? Should she press charges against Jaune? Should she press charges? He hadn't been in his right mind or right body for that matter, and at the end of the day… she liked it. Even ignoring that, did that mean… she and Jaune were a thing? It wasn't the way she'd wanted their relationship to progress, as she'd planned for it to escalate when he just 'happened to be invited' to a Schnee party, they would exchange pleasantries early in the night, rendezvous later when the party was quieting down, laugh about useless things, and-
"Morning, Winter!"
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" Winter screamed, holding out the trashbag like an épée (pretty unsuccessfully) as she reverted to the teachings of her fencing lessons by the world renowned fencer Shakti Belladonna. "Oh, I feel like I understand why he's so annoyed when I do it now…" Winter muttered to herself.
Ruby held her hands up like she was at the bad end of a stick up (with surprising practice?). "It's just me, Ruby Rose! I'm in Professor Arc's math class? I've come to your office hours a few times? The idiot who made the mistake of correcting one of Professor Arc's math problems yesterday…?" She said, looking like a puppy had just been kicked and been told they were adopted.
Winter was cold, but not south pole freezing. She embraced the younger girl. "It's Cardin that's the issue, not you." Though the hug became tainted some part through when she remembered exactly how Ruby had been looking at her Professor during one of their tutoring hours.
Ruby did not perceive this small intricacy, and was rather confused by the hug, which was mostly the product of Winter having many, many endorphins running through her body that she was not accustomed to, and also running deathly low on sleep. But she didn't complain.
"Thanks." She said returning the hug, burying her face in Winter's cleavage. Only to realize two incredibly interesting things. The first was that Winter wasn't wearing a bra, and while Ruby wasn't gay, per se, she could appreciate the female anatomy, and the second was that she smelled fishy. As in literally of fish.
Ruby thought about commenting about either of those things, but then a little Yang descended onto her shoulder, smiled at her, and slapped the social awkwardness out of her.
"I found a weird book!" She offered, rushing over to a desk and hefting up a book that was a quarter of her own weight. The ethereal and definitely not real mini-Yang rolled her eyes, but disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Winter had also, oddly, seen the chibi Yang, and was desperately hoping that there were no hallucinogens in Jaune's semen. Moving her focus off of that, she stared at the old, arcane looking book in Ruby's fingers.
"I thought about reading it since I love books, but ever since that time when Yang grew-"
She stopped cold, not needing a slap from her imaginative sister to end her sentence there.
"I didn't feel like reading it!"
"Would you mind if I take it?" Winter said, having an odd epiphany at exactly how Jaune had been transformed. But another facet of her personality tugged at her mind. The new subservient part that wasn't fully her own. The dark one that saw a bitch that Jaune would definitely enjoy bouncing on his dick, breaking, and breeding just like he had with Winter. The thought of watching Ruby in that state, made Winter oddly weak in the legs. She didn't hesitate when she followed up her initial question with, "How would you like to earn extra credit by helping me run an errand?"
A/N: And on that bombshell, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Pretty happy with how it turned out, and I do plan to continue it at some point. If you liked it or felt something could have been improved, feel free to leave a review.