Here's the next chapter! A bit shorter than the last chapter, but promise that it'll be longer next chapter! I hope... Oh well enjoy!
Peter Port was a man of action. He loved to tell his tales and spread his wisdom to the next generation! He was always out in the Emerald Forest, looking for new adventures and Grimm, carelessly destroying ancient ruins while having Doctor Oobleck yell at him. Which was why he was doing his best to refuse to go to the masseur his colleagues recommended. He was resisting Professor Peach's attempts to drag him to the place. He had no need for a massage! He could just use his manly spirit and recover from such an injury that he got from... running straight through some ruins while bunting a few Grimm into other ancient obstacles. That had Oobleck screeching for quite a while.
"Stop trying to run," growled Professor Peach, a young Faunus woman with orange hair, brown skin, and mouse ears. "I already reserved our spots. Glynda has highly recommended this place."
"I don't need one!" said Port, trying to get away, "Just a day's rest, maybe some stretches and an hour at the massage chair and I'll be fine!"
After another brief struggle, Port tried another tactic, "Fine I'll go. But how about you go first while I take a look around the shops nearby?"
"Oh no, you're going in first. I know if I go in first for my massage, you'll just ditch your appointment. I hear this place is run by a sweet young boy, and he needs all the business he can get," scolded Peach.
Sighing in defeat, the two entered Jaune's place.
Jaune was once again reading some texts from Oobleck when he heard the door open. He quickly stuffed it away to greet Port and Peach before giving them the Scroll tablets to fill out.
"I still don't see the point of this," grumbled Port as he filled it out. He had made sure that when they did get the reservation that he would be taking the shortest amount of time with minimal expense. Peach, however, had decided on the 90-minute massage with massage oil as recommended by Glynda.
"Oh be quiet. You strained your back even if you don't want to admit it, fighting all those Grimm," scolded Peach before looking at Jaune, "Any recommendations on the oil? I don't have a personal preference. Glynda said you chose the right one for her."
"Mmmm how about chestnut and argan?" suggested Jaune.
"Sounds lovely," replied Peach as she returned the Scroll tablets.
Soon enough, Port was walking to the massage room, having taken a quick shower and grumbling about how he didn't need it. He soon found himself lying on the massage table while Jaune was stretching his fingers.
Jaune himself glanced at Port's body with interest. After hearing the conversation between Port and Peach, he could deduce that these two were also Professors at Beacon. However, Port had a body type he hadn't expected. His stomach was a bit bulgy with no six pack. Instead, his muscles were primarily defined at his pecs, back, and arms, slightly bulging more than he thought possible. It was like looking a bodybuilder who specified on the top half.
"Anywhere I should focus?" asked Jaune as he got ready.
"Just do it. I can't believe I let Peach drag me into this," grumbled Port.
Jaune decided to explore his back a bit, trying to find any knots, while holding a conversation with him.
"So you're a Huntsmen. Got any interesting stories?"
"Hoho, and why would you ask such a thing?"
"Well I'm hoping to become one myself. I didn't get in this time, but I will do my best next. Got any stories that might help me?"
Port's eyes gleamed in excitement as he turned around his head, "Boy, I have plenty of stories to inspire you."
Thirty minutes later, Jaune was done with Port just as he finished his story.
"And that is how I gained the eternal gratitude of the village while using my keen skills and cabbages. Hoho, I hope my story has taught you many lessons of what a Huntsman should be!" said Port as he stretched his back, finding the knots gone, "By the way, good show! You're quite talented as a masseur!"
"Err yeah, it was informative," replied Jaune. In reality, he had almost fallen asleep from it, but he had a job to do.
Peach came in next, humming a song and she had a slight prance in her step. She had heard a lot from Glynda about this place, and was looking to get rid of some muscle strains on her legs. She was not as top heavy as Glynda, which she considered a good thing. Sure girls in their younger ages wanted to have bigger breasts, but they were naive. As they got older, they would soon realize having such a top-heavy figure wasn't a blessing, but rather a curse for their backs and their Lien. Not to mention there was so much more variety in the smaller sizes. She was soon guided into another room, where Jaune started to prepare. There was also a cup of coffee sitting right next to him.
"So, I'm guessing Port gave you one of his stories?" chuckled Peach as she laid on the massage bed.
"... Yea. He was... inspiring," said Jaune, choosing his words carefully.
"Pfft, he's a blowhard," giggled Peach, "I could hear his voice all the way here. It's hard to tell whether he's telling the truth or not. Port can fight, I'll give him that, but he tends to exaggerate his stories a little. Not to mention, he's always trying to put himself in the spotlight. He fancies himself an excellent storyteller, but he just describes too much about himself. You're not the only one that's had trouble keeping up with Port's story."
"Oh Oum I thought it was just me," said Jaune as he breathed a sigh of relief, "I can't imagine what it would be like in his class every day."
"Well he does tend to boast, but when it gets down to fighting Grimm and exploiting their weaknesses, he's the man to go to," admitted Peach.
"What do you teach?" asked Jaune curiously, "From what I've heard, Grimm Studies are Professor Port, Combat Class is Professor Goodwitch, Ozpin is the Headmaster, and History is taught by Professor Oobleck.
Right in the middle of teaching a study session, he held for students, Oobleck ran out to the window and yelled, "DOCTOR!" His students were completely confused why he did such a thing.
"That's Doctor Oobleck," corrected Peach, "And I teach all about Dust and some botany."
"Cool, think you can answer some questions while I start?" asked Jaune as he began to rub his hands with the massage oil.
"Mmm go ahead, just make sure the massage is good," said Peach, "Focus on my calves, they've been bothering me for some time."
For the first half hour, the two were conversing like a teacher and student. They soon stopped when it became harder for Peach to continue answering as she was enjoying her massage so much that she was barely cognizant of his questions, forcing him to stop asking as he felt guilty if he continued it.
"Oooh right there~!" Jaune pressed down on her waist with his palms, drawing the tension away from the muscles.
"Mmm!" Jaune was now focusing on her feet, pushing his thumb at various pressure points.
"Squee~ Squeak!" Jaune had just pressed down on her calves to provide relief to those aching muscles.
Jaune had to bite his lips to prevent himself from chuckling as he started to hear Peach squeaking like a mouse. He had to admit, though, those mouse ears with her orange hair and black skin was quite exotic.
Soon enough, he finished his work and sat down to enjoy his coffee. Peach was now snoozing on the massage bed, letting out tiny squeaks every time she breathed out. He found it adorable as he slowly and silently closed the door. He quickly went back to the front desk to see three more people waiting in the waiting room. Jaune was sure two of the females, one old and one young, had reservations and the third one was a walk-in, hoping to get one in. He noticed one of the patients with the reservation had a rather thick cloak on them, notifying him that it was another Faunus. He didn't quite understand why most of the Faunus customers he received all tried to hide their Faunus traits but learned not to question it. The first few he asked all just kept giving him the roundabout, so he stopped trying to figure it out. He looked at the sign in sheets that he had left out and called the two names that had reservations to give them Scroll tablets to fill out while telling the third male human that there was currently no time available until two hours later. Both females had reserved a one hour period, the Faunus was first. The other one left the shop to go buy something from the supermarket that was luckily close by to let the time pass by.
"C'mon, I'll pay some extra Lien, just let me go first," begged the man, but Jaune refused, saying the other two had reservations. The man huffed and was about to leave when his arm caught onto the girl's cloak and forced it off to reveal a Faunus with fins on her arms.
"Eww disgusting," said the man, "Hey, let me take your spot!"
"She has a reservation," insisted Jaune.
"You're willing to give priority over a Faunus than to a fellow human?" growled the male threateningly.
"It's okay, I can come back another time," said the Faunus, trying to leave. She and the other Faunus didn't want to make it hard on Jaune as they had heard he was one of the very few that treated their race as equal and didn't try to overcharge them.
"It's okay," said Jaune gently, grabbing her arm to stop her before turning to the male, "I give priority to those who have an appointment, regardless of their race or gender."
"You're a freak lover," spat out the male, "Wait till I spread the word, Then your good for nothing business will be over!"
He moved to grab the Faunus with violence in his mind when another hand clasped on his wrist hard.
"I heard the commotion. What's wrong with someone servicing a Faunus?"
Peach had heard the shouting, and with a swift movement, put on her clothes and went outside.
"Tch, another freak. This place is infested with- ARRRRGGG!"
Peach had tightened her grip on the wrist so hard that the man fell down, trying to jerk his wrist out of the iron grip, trying to tell her what she was doing was illegal and that she would pay for such impudence.
"What's wrong with being a Faunus?" demanded Peach, "And for your information, I'm a Huntress and a professor at Beacon. I'm doing my job protecting both this girl and Jaune from your violent ways. Now scram if you don't want any more trouble!"
Peach let go as the man cradled his wrists before he shouted, "You won't get away with this! I know some powerful people! Both in the Vale council and the underground! You'll all pay! Especially you freaks!"
The man ran out just to run right into Peter Port. Seeing and remembering how this man was a Huntsman, he began to babble, trying to get Port to close down the business. Port merely nodded and waited until the man finishing talking before putting his arms around the man's shoulder. He immediately sense something was wrong when he felt those bulging muscles tightening around him.
"Now then. You're going to listen to me and you're going to listen good. That young man has the right to choose whomever he chooses to serve. He has broken no laws in Vale. He does not deserve your pitiful discrimination. Adding to your own crime, you insulted my fellow colleague whom I happen to respect. A Faunus as a freak and lower class? The Grimm does not differentiate whom they kill. I find it disgraceful you have such views. Vale is a kingdom where both are treated as equals. Did you forget the Vale King's right hand man was a Faunus? That there are actually anti-discriminatory laws here? But none of that matters. What you're going to do is go home and take a nap. And you will not leak one single word of what you had planned to anyone. Not even lodge a complaint to the Vale government. If I find out you did anything... well I'll just have to *volunteer* you to come with me to the Emerald Forest to help me find some Alpha Grimms. And believe me, I will find you. I believe I have better connections that you do, being a professor at Beacon."
The man was quaking in his pants and nodded furiously before Port finally let him go, fleeing for his life.
"Would you really take him there?" asked Peach as she came out, assuring the Faunus everything was alright and paid her fee.
"I wish," bristled Port, "But alas, I cannot. I just hope my words managed to sink in deep enough to not call my bluff. It would be a shame for Jaune to go out of business due to the lack of customers. I hate to admit it, but humans will more likely be his money source than the Faunus."
"Well, if he does run in some sort of trouble, maybe he can open the business at Beacon," giggled Peach, "Goodness knows our students need a good massage. Especially with Nora on the loose now. I remember Ozpin thinking about it. I would certainly agree with him if he can spin it that the faculty members get free massages say... once every two or three weeks."
"Mmm, but more importantly... did you feel his Aura reserves?"
Sensing Aura was a skill that only the top-notch Huntsmen and Huntresses could do. It involved a lot of meditation, something many did not or could not do. However, they were professors, meaning they were also in the top percentage of Huntsmen and Huntresses.
"How could I not? They were massive! I don't think I've felt anyone, especially a civilian, with such reserves! And he's still growing!"
"Something to think about if he applies to Beacon once more. If I could, I'd swing by to teach him, but I don't think any of us have time now. Especially with the Vytal Festival coming up in Vale."
"Yea a pity. And I don't think he's interested in taking an apprenticeship. Hmmm, maybe we can work out some deal. He works in the infirmary with Nurse Ivy for free, and in return, he gets some training?"
"Perhaps, but let us go back to Beacon. I have some new pets for my students to break in, ho ho!"
Unfortunately, the man only took Port's word half seriously. He didn't go to the government to lodge a complaint but instead leaked it to few of his friends who told him they'd send people to harass him. Currently, he was at a familiar nightclub where the DJ was a man wearing a bear head.
"You need something?" grunted Junior as he washed some cups.
"I have in need of your services and your men," said the man lightly before introducing himself as Mr. Pink, which was, of course, a false name, as he didn't want anyone to know who he really was.
"So you need them. What for Pinky?" asked Junior as he placed down the cup he was cleaning, "They don't come cheap, and it depends on the service."
"I need you to go in on a random day and wreck this place," hissed Pinky as he pulled out his Scroll and showed them Jaune's massage parlor.
"Hmm I could do it. Any reason why though?" asked Junior lightly as he cleared his throat two times and tapped the counter twice with his left index finger, "Seems to be a simple place for massages."
"They humiliated me," hissed Pink, "Refusing service and giving priority to freaks!"
"Did you have an appointment?" remarked Junior with a raised eyebrow, "Most places like those go by reservations. They kinda do have priority than doing a walk-in."
"Doesn't matter," waved Pink off, "I should've had more priority than those freaks! Lien is no problem, I can afford the price as long as you destroy that place! I can imagine the owner crying as he has to close down his shop and declare bankruptcy. I doubt he's even paid off all the loans!"
"Ah, well, you see, there's , well, a bit of a problem with your request," smirked Junior as he cracked his neck, "One, I actually funded that place. He's paying me back in increments, but so far, he's been a good job doing so."
"So? Just don't reveal yourselves and you can make him serve you as a slave!" shouted Pink, "That's what you guys do sometimes, right? Get some slaves after 'funding them'!"
"Two," continued Junior, ignoring Pink's outburst, "I actually like the kid. Plus, one of his friends would more than likely stab me in spots I don't want to be stabbed." At this, he shivered at the thought of Neo coming in, radiating anger as she stabbed Junior. He knew it wouldn't be pleasant.
"And lastly, we like the place," whispered two seductive voices behind Pink. Pink turned around to see the Malachite twins with their weapons out.
"It would be in your best interest to... forget about this," said Junior as he popped open a bottle, "Otherwise, I won't hold back my nieces and men from getting you. They would hate it if their new favorite massage parlor closed down. In fact, I think my nieces have reservations for... next week?"
"Two weeks," answered Melanie, "And we would be very displeased if it closed down. Don't think we don't know your real name, Mr. Daki. We know all about you, and we will find you if you're the reason Jaune has to close his place."
Emphasizing on the close word, she lifted her heel and slammed it down right between his legs, just centimeters away from the groin.
"Indeed, there's nobody who can give a massage like him. We would be very displeased to have his services cut off from us," whispered Melanie as she gently touched his neck with her claws, stroking them up and down.
Pink, or rather Daki, looked around to see Junior's men smirking or pointing at their guns and axes. Sensing defeat, he quickly left in an undignified manner, as his pants were rather wet, and a brown smudge was suspiciously growing bigger at his rear.
"Uncle, send some men to look after Jaune's place," demanded Miltia.
"Would've done so anyway," replied Junior before mentally adding, 'I don't want to be stabbed by Neo, Melanie, and Miltia.'
Andd done! What will happen to Jaune's business now! Also, before you guys tell me I went overboard with that jerk, I can tell you right now I've had a similar experience with such a situation. Jerk walked into a clinic I worked at and demanded to see the doctor. Idiot was a walkin, and I was already taking care of someone with an appointment. Jerk told the other customer to let him in first due to age. Only age difference was like 2 years. Of course, idiot starts yelling and threatening until he was quickly escorted out. Never saw him again. No, I'm not going to tell you what clinic I worked in, but yea. I may have exaggerated the situation in the story, but it works out into the plotline.
Next up... we'll get to see some ice cream *hint hint*. Team RWBY will come into the story soon. Funny how I'm going every other character besides RWBY, but they'll have their time soon. Remember, this is still relatively in the beginning months of the RWBY storyline. As for following the canon story, I might follow it up to a certain point. I'll see where my thought process leads me to.
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