The cold nights weren't much of a problem when you were wedged between two of the most gorgeous women around but it also made for some potentially volatile mornings. He wasn't complaining but as the night passed into day and the sun began to rise, it wasn't alone in that department. A certain eager part of his anatomy also rose, long and hard, and when Jaune slowly woke from his slumber, it was to a feeling of absolute warmth engulfing his cock.

It took him a few moments to wake up, blinking blearily as the first rays of the sun penetrated the sheet they'd hung over the mouth of their shelter. When he finally regained use of his mind, driving away the comfort of sleep, it was to Weiss spooned against his front, her soft, pert rear pressed into him aggressively. At his back, he felt another body curled into him and a pair of generous, soft breasts squashed between them.

This was the stuff that dreams were made of.

One of his arms was wrapped around Weiss' small, slender frame and with a jolt, he realized that his palm didn't feel the expected soft material of her borrowed shirt or even the blanket, but smooth, warm skin. His hand was splayed across her bare belly, cupping her protectively, his fingers lightly digging in. At once he felt her abs, trim and fit beneath her soft skin and his very eager length tensed, throbbing.

This was dangerous. He needed to move.

Easier said than done, though. One of Blake's legs was thrown over his hips, curled around his thigh and twined between his legs. Her hand was similarly positioned to his own, only it was above his hoodie, clutching at the material with a firm grip. Her even breathing gusted against the nape of his neck and she was so close that she was practically kissing his skin.

There was little chance of escape. At least not without waking one or both of them up.

He'd managed it the day before when he'd woken up to find his morning wood buried against Blake's plush behind but he'd been able to roll away to avoid embarrassment. Now he was trapped on both sides, between two beautiful women. Two beautiful women who were his friends; friends he shouldn't be poking at with his erection.

It wasn't like he could help it but even so.

He tried to remove his hand from Weiss' belly but as soon as he moved, one of her arms clamped down over it, her body squirming. Jaune clenched his jaw as her wonderful ass rolled against him, wiggling back into the warmth he provided. She murmured something too low to hear and slept on, unknowing of his very real dilemma.

His other arm was trapped underneath her head, slipped beneath the rolled up blanket they were all using as a pillow. He tried to worm it free, grimacing as he shifted into an awkward position but he somehow managed it. Now that it was free, then what?

"Mmmn, Jaune," Blake whispered and he froze, thinking his movements had woken her up. The hand bunched in his hoodie relaxed, shifting down to loosely hug around his waist. "Mnn – warm."

Yeah, she was very warm – and soft, and feminine, and he really needed to get out of here. Now that she no longer had him in a death grip, it was much easier. Using his free arm, he propped himself up, jostling Blake but not waking her. Now that he was sitting up, he used his free hand to lift Weiss' arm gently and pull his other hand free. His palm tingled with the memory of her silky smooth skin and he clenched his fist a few times, as if attempting to return blood flow before reaching down and removing Blake's leg from his hip. Home stretch in sight, he quickly surged to his feet and stared down at the two girls who slumbered, unaware.

They both looked so innocent and relaxed, and after a moment, a fond smile stretched his lips. Pulling the blanket up to cover them, he stepped outside and groaned, his erection angrily declaring its displeasure. That wasn't the only thing that was straining. His bladder was full and demanded he address it. One piss later and it was no longer a problem but peeing with a boner was not very fun.

At least in the middle of the forest, it wasn't like he needed accuracy.

Removing his salvaged sweatpants he had used for sleeping, he slipped into his jeans and socks before pulling on his boots. Fetching Crocea Mors, he hooked it onto his belt before grabbing one of Weiss' fire dust cartridges. Walking down the beach towards the water, he noticed the tide was high, the waves reaching further up the sand but not so far as to reach the stacks of wood they'd set up. Only embers remained of the first, having burnt out during the night. The other still stood packed with twigs and greenery, waiting for something to set it alight.

He remembered how Blake had lit their fire that first day with lightning dust and decided to try it out.

Opening the cartridge, he pinched a small amount of the fine red powder and reached inside the ten foot tall structure, wriggling his hand through a small gap they'd left. The edges of each log were cut perfectly, a result of his aura infused blade. Using his ancestral sword as you would a lumberjacks axe was a little depressing but it was the best tool they had for the job.

Hesitating, he took a deep breath and focused his aura, channeling it into his hand and fingers, and then into the dust. With a flare, it ignited, heat rushing across his skin. With a yelp, he yanked his hand free and gave it a shake, the tips of his fingers singed. With a roar, the kindling lit up and as he stepped back, it wasn't long until thick black smoke belched from the top and high into the sky.

Blake had made that seem so much easier than it was.

His aura protected his skin from any damage and it had even dulled some of the pain but it still stung. Sucking lightly on his fingers, he made his way back to camp and began preparing breakfast. It was going to be a long day and they'd need their energy, so he opened a couple of cans of food they'd salvaged; a can of baked beans which he poured into their single pot, and a can of spam that he sliced up and was going to fry in the pan.

What he would give for some butter right about now.

This time when he started the campfire, he didn't burn his hand but he still felt the rush of heat as he yanked his fingers back. He really needed to ask Weiss to teach him how to do that. Setting up some loose rocks on either side to set the pot and pan on above the flame, he did his level best not to burn the spam. He thought he did a pretty good job.

The mouth watering aroma woke the others and it wasn't long until Weiss was crawling out of bed, followed by Blake. They looked funny, a pair of zombies as they lurched over and sat, hair disheveled and eyes still partially closed. They didn't have plates or bowls, but each of them carried camping utensils in their satchels so at least they had knives and forks and spoons.

It was nice to have something that wasn't seafood. Not that he disliked it but variety was the spice of life. They ate directly from the pot and pan, and Jaune watched as life returned to his friends as hot food filled their bellies.

"Ready to go exploring?" he asked.

While they got dressed into more appropriate clothes, Jaune thought about their next step. Finding people – be it a settlement or even a passing ship – would be the ultimate prize but Jaune doubted they would be so lucky. As far as he was aware, there were no towns or ports anywhere in the world that weren't on the main continents. Not since the Great War, at any rate. Anything they might find would be abandoned but even that would be better than nothing. No – what they needed was fresh water. Their bottles wouldn't last forever and while they could sustain themselves on coconuts, if they could find a river or even a lake, that would be beyond helpful in more ways than just a safe, secure source of drinking water.

They needed to determine how big this place was, as well – and if Grimm lurked in the shadows or not. A couple days in now, they hadn't seen a single sign of the vile creatures which was a good thing. Another source of food would be good, as well. Again, seafood was great but meat would do wonders for morale. If not meat, then maybe the island boasted fruit.

Jaune strapped on his armor but left his hoodie off. Even this early, it was already getting pretty hot. It wouldn't be needed.

When the girls returned, Blake picked up the spear and gave it a twirl while Weiss did a quick once over on the rifle, checking the magazine was fully loaded before clipping it into place and pulling back the bolt and ensuring nothing was trapped inside. It was completely different than her usual sword but they'd all been taught how to wield different weapons at Beacon and knew their way around most things.

"Right," he said. "Ready?"

He tossed them both a bottle of water each.

"Ready," they both chorused.

Straight from their camp they moved inland and it wasn't long before the terrain began sloping up, sand quickly turning into soft soil, and then rock and stone. The forest was thick and untamed, forcing Jaune to hack a path through with his sword. It was slow going, branch and bush halting any fast progress but they forged onward, undeterred.

This wasn't the first time they'd encountered such obstacles. This was part and parcel of the Huntsman life, going places that people rarely or never ventured. Without humans and faunus, nature grew to its hearts content. They just needed to force their way through.

The bird song here was almost deafening, a constant symphony of life. Insects buzzed around them, adding their own sound to the whole. More often than not, they had to swat them away.

Up and up they went, thighs burning as the incline became steeper. They continued that way for some time until they reached a cliff, a wall of stone dozens of feet high. Weiss then took the lead, holding out her hand as a series of glyphs appeared like a staircase. Jaune watched as she hopped up them effortlessly, Blake following right behind. When Jaune brought up the rear, he marveled in the way her semblance made him feel almost weightless as he stepped from one to another, almost propelled by a force not his own.

It would be very easy to over do it and fly right off, so he took extra care not to do just that. When they reached the top, they turned back and overlooked where they'd come from.

The view was very impressive – and it gave them some idea of how big the island actually was, their beach stretching out beyond eyesight in both directions.

It was much larger than Jaune thought it would be. In a way, that was good. It meant there was a higher chance of fresh water existing here. Though the cliff posed a challenge. Having that between their camp and a water source was inconvenient.

They took their first break on a series of protruding rocks, the tops worn away by wind. Smooth grooves were carved out, perfect for sitting and Jaune climbed up onto the highest one, looking around. Trees, trees and more trees. Pulling out his compass, he held it up and found north.

East would take them back the way they came while west would take them further in along the path they'd already been following.

"Should we keep going the same way or try something different?" he asked, drawing their attention. Popping the cap off his bottle, he took a big swig.

"We should keep going," Blake said.

Weiss nodded.

"I don't see why not."

Jaune leaned back against his temporary seat, letting his eyes slip shut.

"Do you think our teams know by now?" Weiss asked after a minute or two of silence.

Blake made a sound in her throat. "Hard to say. The ship constantly reported their location every six hours so the shipping company will know that something has gone wrong, as will my parents. I – it's likely that they contacted Beacon."

Menagerie didn't have a direct connection to the CCT but Blake had assured them in the past that they had their ways of communicating with the four major kingdoms when needed. Scrolls ran on a local network that reached the southernmost towns on the coast of Anima. From there, they could pass along any news or receive word from the outside world.

It would take a little longer but it was effective.

They were all on their own missions, though – just like them. Even when word reached Beacon, it would then have to be passed on to wherever they were out in the world.

"Ruby and Nora might know," Jaune mused, thinking. "Their mission was pretty close to Vale. Pyrrha and Yang, though – they are far out west. It's possible they can't be reached."

The CCT was far from perfect. For far flung areas of the world, it required relay towers to help carry the signal. Even if their scrolls hadn't been ruined by the sea, it wasn't a sure thing that they'd be able to contact anyone. Vacuo and its surrounding lands were notorious for their lack of coverage, partially due to how hazardous the desert was and partially due to the criminal element disabling towers so their activities went unnoticed.

"I hope they aren't panicking," Weiss sighed, knowing that is exactly what they would be doing. "Ruby doesn't do well when she starts worrying."

"Nora will be a handful," Jaune agreed.

Even for them, it was difficult not to constantly worry about Ren. At least the three of them were together. The unknown nature of his whereabouts was not an appealing thought. For their friends, it would only be amplified, thinking that all four of them were lost.

"We just need to look after ourselves," Blake said. "So when they come looking for us, all they'll find is good news."

They set off soon after and walked until the sun was directly overhead, approaching noon. All they found were more trees and rocks, and the vast ocean spreading out on the other side. At the very highest point, they were able to glimpse it and now they knew that if they wanted, it would take the better part of a day to cross the island through the middle.

"Well, that's something, I suppose," Weiss peered out with a hand shielding her eyes. "Do we head back?"

"Probably for the best," Jaune said, sighing. "If we go any further, it'll be dark when we get back."

Even without a compass, it would have been easy to retrace their steps. The fire Jaune had lit in the early hours was still putting up smoke, though noticeably less thick now than earlier. It made for a good point of reference, keeping them on track as they made their way back.

"Tomorrow, we can follow the beach around and see if we find anything that way," he said. "We'll be able to move a lot faster without all this foliage holding us back."

When they got back to camp, Jaune's stomach roared angrily for a meal. Blake and Weiss gave him amused looks as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. Cracking open a few coconuts, they shared between them before he shed his armor. At their curious looks, he said, "I'm going for a swim. I'm hot."

That was a little bit of an understatement. He was boiling. His shoulders felt sore, the skin flushed red from the sun.

Without thinking, he stripped down to his boxer-briefs, folding his clothes and setting them aside. Missing the wide eyed stares he was garnering, he made his way down to the water. As the waves washed over his toes, he sighed in relief and kept going until he was submerged up to his waist. Diving in, he propelled himself forward with powerful kicks before surfacing with a gasp.

Swiping his hair back with a hand, he closed his eyes.

The day hadn't been a complete failure. They'd discovered that the island was pretty big but not huge, and they could cross to the other side if need be in under a day. There hadn't been any signs of other people, though – past or present, and no fresh water to speak of. Jaune was sure it existed, though.

All these birds had to drink something. Sure, some of them might be able to fly elsewhere but Jaune had noticed a few tracks in the underbrush that hinted at mammals being present also, and he'd even spotted a small lizard.

They just needed to find it.

Leaning back, he floated lazily, almost dozing when he heard a splash behind him. Opening his eyes, he turned – and then felt his mouth go dry when Blake emerged from under the water in nothing but her bra and panties.

"Blake," he said, surprised. He did his best not to stare, blue meeting amber. "What are you doing?"

Those amber eyes rolled. "I'm going for a swim."

"Oh," he uttered.

Well, yeah – what else could she be doing? He shook his head, feeling a little foolish.

Did it really matter if she was just in her underwear? It wasn't like he hadn't seen Blake in a bikini before. It covered the same amount.

He cleared his throat. "Where is Weiss?"

He felt something touch his ankle and he jerked, startled, heart racing. The water was so clear that he really should have seen her but when he glanced down in a panic, he saw a head of white moments before it broke the water line. The expression on her face was all Ruby; cheeky with a hint of innocence.

"You jumped," she sang.

Jaune felt his lips twitch, taken by her oddly playful mood.

"You scared the hell out of me," he deadpanned.

Just like Blake, she was in nothing but her underwear. Her pale, porcelain skin glistened as she tossed her head back, droplets flung back in an arc. He tried to calm his racing heart but it was difficult.

He looked away, taking a calming breath to settle his sudden arousal. At least he wasn't sporting wood but seeing their fit, athletic bodies on display was certainly a pleasing thing.

A splash of water struck him in the face and he spluttered, searching for his assailant. Blake smirked at him with her hands cupped, her wet cat ears flicking water free. Weiss laughed and then shrieked as Blake pelted her, a very cross expression twisting her face.

"You're dead," the heiress promised, diving beneath the water in Blake's direction. The cat faunus laughed and dove away, kicking furiously but Jaune snorted as Weiss formed a glyph, propelling her through the water like a missile.

Blake had barely made it a couple of feet before Weiss wrapped her arms around her waist and dragged her under, their limbs flailing as they wrestled. She may have been much smaller but she was surprisingly strong, emerging victorious from their scuffle. When they both surfaced, Blake had a wreath of seaweed wrapped around her head.

"Oh, haha, very funny," Blake deadpanned, pulling it free with a shudder.

"You started it," Weiss said smugly before squeaking as Blake dumped the seaweed on Weiss' head. She flinched away. "Ew – no!"

Seeing them goofing off and playing around made Jaune feel good. Sneaking up on them as they bickered, he grabbed Blake around the waist and lifted her, throwing her several feet as she squawked in alarm. She crashed down with a splash.

The top of Blake's head surfaced, her eyes glaring at him.

"Hey, you got me," Jaune held up his hands innocently. "Just returning the favor."

The two girls looked at each other, speaking without words – and then suddenly they were upon him, working together as they attempted to dunk him.

"H-Hey," he stumbled, squirming away from their hands. They followed him relentlessly, their soft, wet skin sliding against his own. He tried to push Weiss away, one of his hands gripping her hip. She yelped, jerking – and he released her immediately, but she didn't back off. Wrapping her arms around one of his legs, Blake leapt up high. He caught her off balance in a bridal carry and fell back.

A stream of bubbles escaped his mouth as they all looked at each other, big stupid grins on their faces. Surfacing for air, they all started laughing. Blake's skin was warm against him as she remained in his arms, her own looped around his neck. Weiss pressed against them both, her shapely legs twined around his calves.

"Feels like we're on vacation," Jaune quipped.

Weiss beamed at him. "Exactly."

"Might as well make the best of it," Blake nodded sagely. "If we didn't know better, this could be the private beach of a resort."

It was a nice thought.

Blake then flinched, body thrashing as Weiss attacked her vulnerable sides with wiggling fingers. Jaune groaned as her flailing limbs smacked him in the face, releasing his hold on her. She flopped into the water.

"N-No, don't," Blake begged, squirming.

"Admit defeat," Weiss ordered.

"N-Never," Blake said, voice quivering with laughter.

Once upon a time, it would have been unthinkable to see these two getting along so well. It was a testament to the growth the both of them had undergone over the last year and a half that they could be so carefree with one another when at one point, they'd been at each other's throats. A Schnee and a former member of the White Fang, playing together like a pair of sisters.

Their playfulness was infectious but he simply moved away, watching them laugh together. It made him feel good, seeing how well they got along now. Seeing that their situation here wasn't weighing them down too much.

It had nothing to do with seeing them wrestle in their wet underwear.

Nope. Not at all.

Well – maybe just a little.

He knew he shouldn't stare but he couldn't really help it. Blake had broken free of Weiss' tickling fingers and was now returning the favor. Blake's thong did its utmost to show off the sublime curvature of her plump ass, her soft cheeks swallowing the material hungrily. Not to be outdone, his eyes settled on Weiss' sculpted bubble butt, clad in a more modest pair of panties but just as shapely. They were both slender girls but Weiss was truly petite, her thighs creating an alluring gap beneath her crotch that drew the eye. As she thrashed in Blake's grip, he watched her small, perky breasts shake. The wet material of her bra cupped her aggressively and he could make out the pointed tips of her nipples showing through.

"Fuck," he uttered quietly.

Blake's chest was larger and bounced more visibly yet the dark material hid any further peeks at what lay beyond.

It wasn't unusual for a guy to feel attracted to their female friends, right? Especially when they were doing that right in front of him. It was just that he had some history with one of them, history that deserved to stay exactly that. His relationship with Weiss had started out complicated. His feelings for her and his clumsy attempts at her attention had soured things quickly. Combined that with her prickly nature back then and was it any wonder that their interactions were filled with awkwardness and scathing retorts?

It hadn't been until he had given up his pursuit of her and set his feeling aside that miraculously, things had changed for the better. They'd actually become friends; good friends, even. To the point where now she was frolicking around in her underwear right in front of him without a care in the world. A year ago, this was an impossibility.

Now? Well – it was still very surprising but it was clearly not out of the realms of possibility.

He was happy that she felt so at ease around him – and around Blake.

He didn't want to make it weird again – and he didn't want to make things weird with Blake, either. Their friendship hadn't been quite so rocky but she'd started off as a very reserved girl around them all. For obvious reasons in hindsight, the cat faunus carried a lot of baggage with her. But Jaune remembered the way Sun had tried his best to woo her, showing a clear interest in developing more – and Blake had been completely disinterested, freezing him out.

Jaune wasn't keen on that happening between them.

Anyway, it wasn't like he had feelings for Blake and his feelings concerning Weiss were in the past. He was just feeling a bit – ah, pent up at witnessing such a lovely sight. They were two of the most gorgeous women you could imagine. Of course he would be feeling something when they were putting on a show, intentional or not.

It was a memory he would burn into his mind and keep safe for the rest of his life. No one could blame him for that much, right?


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