Jaune nodded in satisfaction at the decorations, sipping the dark coffee as his reward for finally setting up the machines for the day. It was too early even for his girlfriend slash lover slash soon-to-be-wife to be up, but Velvet and Russel would be at the cafe soon with the cakes and the results of other errands that needed to be run. Jaune was infinitely glad for the aura that Cinder had given him, but he'd gotten somewhat used to the luxury of having other people run around the streets of Vale, even if it did make him feel a little bad.

Not bad enough to do anything other than feel guilty about the fact, however, and it wasn't as if he was slacking off while his precious employees worked. He wasn't entirely sure where Roman had found out they were doing a 'cops and robbers' themed weekend, nor where he'd found a police siren with frayed wires (it still worked, somehow, a fact that Jaune had very unfortunately found out the night before, much to the dismay of his wife who showed up fully armed, dressed, and ready to deal with a non-existent fuzz. Miltia seemed more disappointed than anything else that there weren't any cops to deal with, though neither Jaune nor Roman could say the same).

While Jaune had tried convincing Weiss to stop ordering from that very same store that had given them the high quality '''maid''' costumes, he'd been quietly ignored. He was fairly certain the ungiven reason that Weiss wanted him to realize on his own was that they were the cheapest of their caliber (little did she know that Weiss was far more into seeing Velvet and Jaune dress up than she would ever let on, and wholeheartedly knew what she was doing, as they weren't even close to the cheapest and she paid for the difference out of pocket). Jaune wasn't going to argue with that fact, the quality of the costumes they received on order were always worth their price and more. They didn't feel cheap, and they felt sturdy enough to work in without worrying about a tear or wardrobe malfunction at a particularly poor junction.

The tradeoff, however, was that they looked more like something out of a porno than something an excited teen or college student would buy for a halloween party (unless it was a very excited college student). The costumes either had too much or too little padding in places, usually exactly where they shouldn't. For example, Jaune severely doubted that there was a need for black and white striped prisoner outfit to feature a codpiece and a stylish rip near the crotch to show… whatever it was the designer of the godforsaken outfit had wanted. And that was the male costume.

The female cop costume was somehow even worse. Jaune had gotten a feel for whether or not the costumes they'd bought would fit his employees, and this seemed like it would be… tight, to put it lightly, on Velvet. Not that her weight was anywhere near an issue, but after one or two particularly choice run-ins, Jaune had a good understanding of where exactly the bunny faunus did and did not have filled out places, and the costume was slightly too small in those places.

To ensure all readers are on the same page, Velvet had a fat ass and hips. And a surprisingly large chest, as Jaune had found out at one of these choice times, when she'd run out of his room at the sight of a mouse when dressing, red faced, and blabbering. One might've thought it an affront to all huntresses everywhere, if Russel hadn't followed her shortly after, in much the same state, as the mouse had fled to the bathroom he'd been changing in for asylum and had found only a shrieking, pointy haired man that nearly stepped on him. For those wondering, the mouse was on vacation, looking for quality homes to stay in for his family. Meaning that when he came back to their hole in the wall of a house, he had to squeak the bad news to them, scuttling to find a new place where the humans were less energetic and less keen of eye. They later went on to create a loving home for their dozens of children in a coffee shop's backroom across the street.

Just as Jaune was wondering how to break the news to Velvet, she came through the side door with the cakes (though it stayed open a little longer than it should have), the trolley rattling as it always did. It was still odd to see her handle it so much better than him given her smaller form, but aura was a hell of a fucking thing, and she had far more control over it than he would ever have.

"Good morning, Jaune!" She waved, always far more chipper than she had any right to be as she disappeared into the backroom to organize them, snatching the display case on her way inside. Jaune followed, grabbing Velvet's (sexy) bunny cop costume from the box as proof.

"Morning, Velvet." Jaune replied, albeit a little slow on the write. "I've got some bad news- I don't think we can do the costumes this time."

Velvet's large brown eyes flicked to him, but remained on the task at hand, dexterously and quickly taking the cakes, and either storing them or leaving them out to use for the display.

"What's wrong with it? I usually like their costumes quite a lot. After I got used to them, I mean. Actually, the company reached out to me and gave me a few free ones when they saw that video of me."

Velvet might have looked awake, but it was only after she said that line casually one might recognize she was simply adept at hiding her fatigue. The little bunny powering her brain quickly realized, but not quickly enough, exactly what Jaune's (perhaps naive) followup question would be.

"Nice. What were the costumes of? I've been thinking of doing something Space themed."

"Umm…" Velvet blushed, her hands that had been working so quickly before twitching. "I-I can maybe show you another day? They're not Space themed." She added quickly, her full attention now on Jaune. "At all."

Even just thinking about the costumes made her hot and heavy. She'd had half a mind to send a strongly worded letter (or maybe ask Coco for help) for whatever PR person at the company had decided on sending that selection of costumes. A reverse bunny girl outfit (an affront to all Oryctolagi faunus) that revealed more skin than it hid, a shoulderless blindfold maid outfit that kept falling down in the most alluring ways and revealing her breasts with even the slightest movement, and a cutesy and comfy full body onesie stylized like an adorably bunny with paw prints all over the sleeves and pants.

She felt most offended by the onesie, but wore it daily. Coco, Yatsuhashi, and Fox had been ordered to never speak of it outside of the team, lest they face Velvet's wrath.

The threat probably would've worked better if she hadn't been wearing the onesie during it.

"Ah, Okay. Anyway, I think that this one is a little small," Jaune said, gesturing to the suit, "but maybe I'm wrong. Why don't you try it on and I'll finish up here?"

Velvet looked at the clothes piled neatly in his hands before nodding. Though her nod seemed to have more than just the acknowledgement of trying on the costume. She smiled.

"Is Miltia sleeping upstairs?"

"Yeah, she'll probably be out for a while. There was a whole thing with a siren and uhhh, yeah." He finished lamely, not wanting to recount what exactly Neo had done upon hearing the siren.

"Then I'll just change here." Velvet said, gently putting down the cake and undoing her uniform's skirt at the side.

Before Jaune had a chance to complain, she was already down to her underwear- a risque purple that matched her eyes and did stellar little to cover her given its purpose. Just as quickly she shrugged on the one piece costume over her head, the cloth hugging to her curves as if it had been made specifically for her (well it had, but the gist of this statement should indicate that it worked very well for the bunny girl). It took her a moment to adjust her hair, but other than that, Velvet was costumed. Although she looked uncomfortable.

Jaune was at a total and utter loss for words as Velvet reached a hand down the front of the revealing cleavage that the costume gave, showing off something that she usually went to great lengths to bind or hide.

"Hmm, you were right. Would you mind unclipping my bra?" Velvet asked, turning around and giving Jaune a full view of both just how well the costume did justice for the Scarlatina booty, and her bare back, save for a purple clothed strap.

"Velvet… I… I can't do this." Jaune admitted, looking away. But not for long.

"It should be right there. Did Miltia not teach you how?" Velvet asked in a way so sultry that Jaune nearly stumbled. It wasn't just the words she had chosen, or the manner in which she spoke them, it was the little tilt of her head, the gleam in her eyes that had seemed dangerously alluring.

Jaune gulped. Miltia had insisted that he be able to get it off at a moment's notice. Not because it was ever needed in an emergency but because she found it hot. And it was, some of their hottest moments together had been spur of the moment, unplanned and primal. Not that their steamiest moments had ever lasted long, which was part of the issue.

"Velvet. I can't."

"Jaune, you're right there. I'm just asking you to unclip my bra so I can try on the costume."

If one were trying to ignore the absolute obvious, they might find that this was a logical request. Jaune, after all, was literally right there. So it would only make sense that he be requested to carry out such a task. Not necessarily one intended to set off or seduce Jaune, just as a request of convenience. That's what some might convince themselves this request was.

Those people would have to be blind from the way that Velvet arched her back, pushing out her butt, and giving him a look that would make a wolf feel inadequate as the apex predator, backing slowly away as the bunny approached for the slaughter.

A tactic that, at that moment, Jaune definitely understood. That would be the safest way to defuse the situation, maintain eye contact and slowly back out of the room, never once taking his eyes off her.

But he was trapped in just the side glance of her dark brown eye, unable to escape its magnetic pull. Miltia was sleeping upstairs, and he was considering undoing the bra of one of his employees while she was on the clock. It was so depraved (not really) that Jaune had to bite his inner lip to hold his tongue.

But, through his own free will, Jaune reached towards the hunter, and snapped the purple bra at the back, his heart pounding. With anticipation, guilt, and no small amount of nervousness. He could make out every small movement Velvet made as she undid and pulled the purple lingerie out of her front with a relieved sigh, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulder. She held the bra as if it was a particularly nice catch that she'd been fighting with for five minutes, eyeing it hungrily, as if she was going to devour it whole after laying a trap (this is a metaphor for her seducing Jaune for those of you who are too fucking horny to notice good writing).

"Ah~ That's much better. Could you be a dear and zip up the back?" Velvet asked, gathering her long, brown hair and moving it out of the way of the tiny zipper.

"Uh, sure." Jaune responded, his hands shaking, not at all confused from the events of the last few minutes. Although Jaune didn't do it intentionally, his knuckle brushed Velvet's soft, inviting skin as he pulled the zipper upward slowly. The heat from her body, seeing her bent over slightly, well it was enough to make anyone temporarily wonder if being engaged really entailed monogamy. What really set Jaune off, however, was Velvet pushing her back into his hand, allowing him to feel her flesh more clearly.

It would take an idiot not to notice she'd done it on purpose. Miltia had taught Jaune many of the finer things of women, one of them being how to take a hint. Even if it had been through no small amount of effort on her own part. Not that Miltia had minded the 'learning process' for it was always a treat to her, even if her stamina was unbelievably poor for a person who's entire job was based on physical exertion.

Jaune's heart beat with the drums of a man who knew fully well what he was doing as he slid Velvet's zipper back down, revealing her toned, huntress back. It hadn't been the first time he'd admired the naked back of a person who took excellent care of their body, but that didn't dampen his salivation at all. She wasn't coursing with muscle in the way some huntresses were, but he preferred it this way. A little softness went a long way, something that he made sure that Miltia was aware of, even if she did hit him every time he mentioned it.

His hand stopped, the zipper half-way down.

"Why?" Jaune asked. This wasn't him being dense, this was the opposite of him being dense. He wasn't exactly sure what he'd do with the information that Velvet gave him, or even what it would be, but he felt obligated to ask.

Velvet shifted, and Jaune caught a glimpse of her biting her lip. Two parts frustration, and one part shattered optimism that the exact reason for wouldn't be asked.

"I wanted to thank you. For treating me like a human. Russel, Pyrrha, Ruby, they're all friends I made because you gave me a chance. I'm confident enough to do this now because you believed in me. A-and you said that I might lose my job…" Her confidence waned for a moment, turning her head away from him. "I don't want to lose what I have. So please, use my body." She whispered, finally.

Jaune hugged her. It was a little awkward because it was from behind, especially with his boner against her ass, but it was genuinely well meaning. It had been a two way street between them, one that he planned to keep open and wanted to make sure that was evident.

Especially if he could make sure that she knew on a physical level.

He kissed her neck, something that had always drawn Miltia crazy, and apparently, worked on Velvet too. She squirmed as he placed kisses on her nape, moving her hands around her body gently, just running his fingers over the material, feeling her curves through her body and appreciating their worth. Though he had to admit that his hands found themselves wandering near her hips and ass more and more. The only derriere that he knew of that could match Velvet's, was Blake's, and it was an even fight between the two faunus. He had to hold back from sinking his fingers into her, skipping the foreplay.

Something that Velvet could tell, by the way she pushed her hips against him and his breath hitched. While gratitude was a large fraction of her offering up her body to Jaune- she truly was grateful for everything that he had done- it would be a lie to say that this need was the only factor. The desire that burned within Jaune burned within Velvet just as bright, flaring whenever his hands touched just the right spot.

"Mmh~" Velvet moaned, arching her back even further as Jaune continued to stroke her body. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the 'massage' he put her through. His hands were certainly big and caring enough for it. She lost herself to the pleasure of another's touch, feeling as if she were floating in air. She wanted to stay like this forever, Jaune's warm hands on her body.

The demon known as curiosity curved Jaune's gaze upwards, towards Velvet's ears. They hadn't come up much, but Velvet had made certain that he knew they were sensitive. At the time, he had reasonably thought this was her making it clear that touching them would be harassment, not unlike pinching a woman's butt when you weren't sleeping with them, but he had an entirely different understanding of what she had said, now.

Velvet stifled a moan when one of the large hands she'd been fantasizing about touching other parts of her body, suddenly did. Although in her fantasy, the strike zone had been considerably lower. She had wanted him to slide his fingers against her wet pussy. Her wet faunus pussy- because Velvet had the unfortunate issue of being into raceplay. Although unlike some faunus women, she had never made the claim that faunus were the superior race.

Because it was hard to argue when your knees buckled at your ears being touched.

"Are you okay?!" Jaune asked Velvet when she knocked down a cake on her stumble, sending icing all over the floor with a surprisingly large 'thud'. "I-I didn't mean to hurt you."

Velvet breathed in and out, her legs still shaking. She hadn't realized she'd been turned on enough to cum from just her ears being touched. Reaching a finger up the 'skirt' of the police costume, which couldn't have been longer than a inch or so, she peeled off her soaking wet panties, stepping out of them and flinging them casually to the side.

With that out of the way, she glanced at Jaune, who looked confused and worried, but mostly concerned.

"I'm fine." Velvet smiled, turning on the 'moe' that she'd began to harness the awesome power of. Jaune might've fallen over himself if she hadn't turned down the cuteness, its lethality multiplied by her sexiness. "Please do it again, Jaune."

With a request like that, how could he refuse. He reached a hand, even more gingerly than before, and stroked her ear. It felt a little odd with her looking right at him, their eyes locked, but from the reaction her body gave, Jaune no longer felt odd. She couldn't help but lean forward, allowing Jaune to see even further down her cleavage, especially now that the back zipper was undone. Not to mention how she bit her lip, moans escaping her mouth.

Jaune had never done ear play before, but he was certainly going to do it again if given the opportunity (spoilers, he would be).

"You like that?" Jaune asked, stroking the velvety exterior. It was a lot like petting a real bunny's fur, which he'd done at a friend's house back home. Except that it was far softer, and this bunny was cumming her brains out because of it.

"Y-yes. Ooohh~" Velvet moaned, unable to keep her hands off him. She placed her hands on his apron, feeling for his chest. Her body was burning up, in full breeding mode. There was nothing she could do to stop the urge that she get closer to him, press her body against his, wring his dick and empty his balls. Breed like bunnies (literally).

Except that her ears felt too damn good for her to go any further, a bit of drool escaping her mouth as Jaune used his other hand to stroke the other's fur. She was glad that she had tossed her panties away, because they'd have been utterly ruined by this point if she hadn't. Girlcum was openly streaming down her leg onto the floor, dripping onto the cake, soaking it.

This didn't escape Jaune, mostly because he could see the floor getting wetter. That, combined with Velvet's eyes half lidded and rolled up, he put two and two together.

"So… do you think you'll keep your job after just this once?" Jaune asked, stopping the rubbing of her lovely ears midway through. Thoughts of Miltia had been pushed away. There was only the thought of the cute and warm woman in front of him, offering up her body and squeaking at every touch.

Velvet blinked, her eyes a little hazy. "I… suppose not?" She offered, unsure if Jaune was simply roleplaying or not, and deciding for the former.

"Then the next time I think about firing you, I can just grab you by the ears?" Jaune asked, demonstrating for measure. Velvet's fingernails dug into him as her legs shuddered at yet another orgasm. "Especially if I see you doing something wrong?"

"Y-yes!" Velvet answered excitedly. "I'm such a bad bunny Jaune! I… I had a cake the other day from the cart and I didn't even feel bad about it! You can use my body to pay for that too!"

Jaune chuckled from how earnest Velvet seemed about her guilt, rewarding her with a tighter grip around her soft ears, but not hard enough to hurt her.

Velvet was actually drooling now, and Jaune was amazed by how easily she was putty in his hands. She'd reacted well to his normal foreplay but this was something else. Were all faunus like this? He had half a mind to ask her at some point. And ask her if she had any other friends that would be willing to work and offer up their body as thanks…

While Velvet had been on the receiving end of the pleasure, Jaune felt it was time he was. Mostly because he had started to soil his pants, and if Velvet hit him with a moe beam again his erection would probably tear straight through his underwear and slacks, breaking the sound barrier.

Not that he wanted to take out his erection, he had someone who he paid good money to do his dirty work and he was going to make full use of his investment. Holding her by the ears he encouraged her to kneel down, her knees mushing against the cake that she'd knocked over and the cum she'd been unable to hold back. That, combined with her wide, brown eyes was enough to make Jaune even harder. He didn't have to say anything for her to hungrily unzip his pants, fiddle with his underwear, and then slap herself in the face with his dick.

"Does the bunny want a carrot?" Jaune asked, prodding her dumbfounded face with it, and brushing it against her cheek. Her skin felt soft on his tip, his precum staining her as he wiped it on her.

"Y-yes!" Velvet answered, staring at it hungrily. She licked her lips like she was staring at a three course meal. And in a way, she did plan to make at least three 'meals' out of it, if Jaune would only give them to her.

"Beg for it." Jaune demanded, a sadistic streak coursing through him and forcing out the words before he had the chance to think about them.

"Please Jaune, please let me suck your massive dick. Let me lick and suck it, please Jaune?"

The desperation in Velvet's eyes was convincing enough that Jaune genuinely felt bad for it, but it was counteracted by her hot breath spilling over his dick, engorging it with blood so he could pound her cute, tight mouth with it. But not just yet. He teased her with it, waving it front of her like a carrot on a stick, except that this metaphor doesn't make sense because the carrot was both the carrot and the stick, but nonetheless Velvet's eyes were zeroed in on it, both of her mouths drooling from anticipation.

"Lick it." Jaune ordered, not really used to ordering women around. Miltia had always been the one to lead in the bedroom, and while he didn't have an issue with it, he wanted to see what it was like on the other side. So far, he was a pretty big fan.

Velvet didn't have to be told twice as her tongue snaked out and quickly started darting up and down his long shaft, covering it with her saliva as her big brown eyes met his with no small amount of love mixed with lust. She wanted to take his dick in her mouth, but controlled herself, sating herself with the thought of what was to come. How he was going to take her soon. Maybe even face fuck her, shove his cock inside her mouth and spew his load into her stomach. And what he'd do to her after that with his pent up seed.

"Good girl." Jaune murmured, sending butterflies through Velvet.

The praising Jaune had done had made her feel good before, but never like this. She felt like she could cum just from Jaune being nice to her, and nearly did with how wet her snatch became. She moaned, giving her best puppy dog eyes to Jaune. Trying to guilt trip him into going further.

Something that worked incredibly well on her by the way that he filled her throat with his dick in one smooth motion.

"Myems!" She cried out, choked by his dick. Velvet's mouth might've been small, but Jaune never would've guessed from the way she throated his entire dick, gagging on it. He pulled her back and forth by her ears, developing a rhythm. Her eyes were entirely focused on his length however, her eyelids fluttering whenever he squeezed her ears. It was odd to have this level of control over someone's sexual enjoyment, but he found himself enamored with it.

Not that Velvet would complain. Her nose was filled with Jaune's musk, her mouth with his dick. Her body was being satisfied in all the right ways- almost. With Jaune using her mouth like a toy, she was free to shove her desperate fingers into her snatch, trying to fill the emptiness her body knew was there. And it succeeded at least a little bit, her body twitching and cumming around them, squeezing her fingers for seed that would never cum.

Jaune pulled her off for a moment, his dick rock hard and covered in her saliva. "Enjoying your carrot?"

"O-of course, Jaune! It's so thick and… tasty." Velvet answered, licking her lips, staring at the monstrous thing. Her jaw would feel sore later, but all she wanted to do was devour it in whatever mouth she could right then.

"I heard this carrot has cream inside if you're a good bunny. But you have to promise to tell me if you ever steal cakes again, okay?"

Velvet was drooling and couldn't help herself. She found herself trying to stick her tongue out just to lick it before Jaune squeezed her ears for attention.

"Yes! Please let me drink the carrot cream, Jaune~" Velvet begged, hitting him with another moe beam. A lethal one, a headshot, even. Jaune would've staggered back if his back wasn't already against a wall.

Velvet was either going to regret what she had just done, or be very grateful for it.

Jaune took hold of her ears and rammed his dick inside her mouth, hearing all of her moans and sputtering around his dick. But he just couldn't control himself anymore. Miltia hadn't been putting out as much recently, and he was backed up. The fact that he had lasted this long already was a miracle, but now he was nearly finished. Velvet's cuteness had been enough to send him over, push his libido over the edge, and there was no hope in stopping it. Even if Miltia had come down the stairs that instant, there was no chance he would've stopped. He would've gone right on fucking Velvet up and past his balls emptying inside her throat, and not regret a damn thing.

He pounded her face, his balls slapping against her chin as spittle spilled around her lips and down her throat. Velvet's eyes were rolled up, cumming the entire time as he skullfucked her. This was what he paid her for. For her body, and nothing else. And he had never been so glad he'd paid for something before. He could feel his time getting close, his balls getting tighter. It wouldn't be long before he gave his bunny the carrot cream she wanted.

Pulling her ears up, he thrust as deep as he could, his balls against her lips. She moaned and choked around his dick, sucking as hard as he could and pushing him over the edge.

Two weeks of semen flooded into Velvet's throat, and into her belly. Wave after wave of seed, unending heat that scorched her throat and nostrils. It was all she could do not to choke, to hold her breath as her body was used for its intended purpose- as a receptacle for Jaune's cum. It wasn't until Jaune was fully empty that he let go of her ears, allowing her to slide off. Which she did, right after gulping down the last of his seed, and showing him her clean mouth.

"That was a tasty cream, Jaune. I'll have to ask you to make it for me again sometime~" Velvet giggled. Jaune might've taken her again right there from how hot she was, stained with precum, her mouth dripping saliva from her blowjob, and cute enough to make him go 'aww'.

But right then, they both heard footsteps from upstairs. The stairs down to the cafe were right next to the store room, separated only by a thin wall. And there was only one person that could be coming from there. He was in the throes of post nut clarity, and was fully recognizing that he'd just fucked his employee on the basis of letting her keep her job, doing it in the room below his flat, and had wanted to do it again. The self loathing was immeasurable, but his self preservation was greater.

"Help me clean up, quick." Jaune whispered hurriedly, scooping up the cake with his bare hands back into its container into roughly the same form. He'd throw it out, it was covered in both a bit of semen and a lot of girlcum, along with having been on the floor for far too long. It was disgusting, really. A smushed mess.

"Is everything okay, Jaune? I thought I heard something fall earlier." Miltia asked with a yawn, still in the cafe, and not close enough to see anything in the storage room.

"It's fine, Velvet and I were setting up the cakes and I dropped one by accident."

"Oh, I'll take it." Miltia said immediately. "I've eaten worse shit at the club."

"Miltia, I-"

Velvet pressed a mischievous finger to Jaune's lips, followed by a smirk that he didn't think fit on the girl's face.

"Well… if you're sure you want it, here." Jaune said, taking the smushed cake in the container and handing it to her. He tried his best not to look at it in disgust.

"Thanks hon. And sorry I haven't been feeling up to it lately. I promise I'll make it up to you." Miltia said with a kiss on his cheek as she opened the container and started going at the cake with a fork she pulled from… somewhere. "Mmh… Tastes a little sour."

"Marron said he added something special, some kind of carrot cream." Velvet lied from the backroom, her voice a little quiet to Miltia.

"I thought carrots were sweet? Whatever. Thanks." Miltia said, continuing to eat. His girlfriend/fiance (or whatever the fuck she was) eating cake first thing in the morning actually wasn't that odd to either Velvet or Jaune, as Miltia had occasionally acted on the craving before, but whatever the case was, she ate it voraciously today. "I'll thank him later."

"Jaune? Can I get your help back here~?" Velvet asked in a tone that she knew only Jaune would know the true meaning of. With an eagerness he hadn't felt in a while, Jaune strode back to the storage room, Velvet wiggling her butt at him once again. He wasn't sure if it was a bunny faunus genetics thing, but she was incredibly good at enticing him with it. Even with Miltia only a few steps away, he couldn't help but indulge. Especially when she was presenting a perfect pink pussy, dripping wet and ready for him to enter.

He unzipped, trying to keep it as quiet as possible, sliding into Velvet's waiting snatch. Both of them moaned, only realizing after the fact just how odd it sounded.

"Are you guys okay back there?" Miltia asked, more confused than anything. It would be a bit odd to assume that your SO had gone from giving you cake, to having sex with another woman in the span of 15 seconds, so it was only reasonable that she ask and not assume 'the worst' (for her, not for Velvet or Jaune).

"Yeah, some of these carrot cakes are big and thick~" Velvet said, too horny to care about what might or might not give them away. And at that point, Jaune felt much the same.

"You're doing a better job handling them than I thought you could." Jaune added with a grunt.

"I'm a bunny faunus so of course I can, Jaune~"

Miltia frowned at the conversation, but simply assumed she was too tired to understand it and headed back upstairs. She put down the half eaten and smushed cake, but could swear that the two of them were engaging in heavy exercise. For lifting cakes? To their credit, she had never lifted the cakes. She had no idea how heavy they were, and Velvet did have quite the small frame. So maybe it was perfectly normal.

"It's too early for this shit…" She muttered before heading back to their bed.

It was only then that Velvet and Jaune started fucking in earnest. Velvet's hands on the walls as Jaune grabbed her generous hips, slamming in and out of her with reckless abandon.

"What the fuck was that?!" He whispered in a voice just above the volume of his hips slapping against hers.

"Just a little fun~ It's not like you're married yet, right?" Velvet said teasingly. "There's nothing wrong with what we're doing. This is just me thanking you for being nice to me. And letting me keep my job."

Jaune grunted, gripping her a little harder. Whatever the case was, sex with Velvet definitely felt a lot more rewarding than it did with Miltia. Jaune always seemed to have more stamina than her, meaning that more often than not, even when she did put out, he was left unsatisfied while she slept. Either resorting to videos or simply living with the pain.

That wasn't something he had a feeling Velvet would let happen. Her pussy devoured his dick greedily, coiling tightly around it like it was designed just for his dick. To milk him as well as it could, to breed and make as many bunnies as she was able.

He leaned forward, her back against his front, his hands groping her boobs through the sexy cop costume outfit.

"Hey, do bunny faunus actually have more kids than normal?"

He could feel Velvet's pussy tighten around him at the words. She was getting off on the idea of getting bred. Of being creampied and impregnated when they weren't even more than coworkers.

"Why don't we find out?" Velvet asked, wiggling her hips and gyrating around his dick. She moaned without reserve as his tip reached even further inside her, kissing the entrance of her womb.

That was all the encouragement that Jaune needed.

"I still can't believe you fed that to Miltia." He said, gripping her hips angrily.

"You're the one that fed it Miltia, Jaune~" Velvet corrected.

Jaune opened his mouth to argue but realized she was right. It's not as if he'd had to listen to her. He could've come up with another excuse, done something else to prevent that.

And yet he'd chosen not to. He'd be lying to say that he didn't feel some sense of justice in watching a woman that seemed to care more for her own pleasure than his own getting what she deserved.

"Fuck some bunnies into me, Jaune~ Let's see how many we can make."

Jaune's knuckles went white as he gripped her ass, his fingers sinking it to flesh and he fucked Velvet into the wall. There was no sense of time as the two fucked, their juices spilling onto the floor and mingling, the sound of their flesh hitting filling the storage room. If anyone just so happened to walk into the cafe right then, they'd certainly be able to hear them. The only reason that Miltia didn't was because she'd somehow managed to go fast asleep once again.

"Your pussy's so tight, Velvet! Fuck." Jaune cursed, something he felt dirty for even doing.

"It's just right for your dick~" She added, matching his rhythm. Though it was difficult for her when he was practically bucking up into her with every thrust.

But what really sent her over was when he grabbed her ears. Her body became nothing more than a tight hole when he did that, Jaune's hand keeping her face off the floor by holding her ears and her ass off the ground with his dick and other free hand. Her body was at his mercy as he fucked her, her pussy tight enough now that it was hard to move inside. He could feel his end coming once again, an even bigger finish than before. The combination of Velvet's tight pussy and the thought of fucking over Miltia rather than fucking her was making him rock hard.

Until Jaune finally couldn't hold it anymore. He let go of her ears, let her face fall onto the grimy mixture of cum and cake on the floor, and groaned as he exploded inside her open womb. Wave after wave of semen filled the bunny faunus' womb, impregnating her for sure. Filling her until it was overflowing, dripping onto the floor. Only time would tell if bunny faunus really did have more children than normal, but Velvet would be only happy to find out for the both of them.

It took a moment for the both of them to compose themselves, especially with the cum flowing out of Velvet's cunt. But they managed, and after a silent session of cleaning the backroom of cake, semen, and girlcum, Jaune's cafe was operational in the backend. An assessment that he also mentally made about Velvet, receiving only a curious look from her when he snorted for seemingly no particular reason.

The door's bell rattled furiously as someone opened the door, feeling as if it simply had to tell everyone numerous times that there was SOMEONE at the door. It had no idea who, or how important they were, but then again it was a doorbell, not a scouter, so that was fine.

Although if it was a power level scanner, perhaps for the given horniness of a given entrant, the one that stepped inside would be off the charts.

"Welcome to Jaune's, how can I help you?" Jaune asked with an easy smile as he stepped behind the counter. It was a practiced question in the same way that a person practiced taking a shit. He had been continually forced to do it and do it correctly, because otherwise no one could stand to be in his shop, so he'd gotten quite good at it.

The woman in front of him wore dark clothing, mixed with dashes of red. She wore a large eyepatch over an eye, and was examining him thoroughly with the other one. Jaune was fairly certain she'd never come before, though the amount of striking and attractive women people that frequented his business was staggeringly high compared to most. Because she certainly fit the demographic, her black horns curled up and matched her crimson red hair perfectly, her one eye a brilliant blue.

She was also fucking stacked, abnormally so. If Jaune was a racist (and he did his best not to be), he would've assumed she was a cow faunus from that trait alone. Her dark clothes hid it well, but they strained against her size with every movement.

"...Atlesian Black" Was what the woman eventually said, not staring at the menu but at him. He didn't bother asking for a name, he was fairly certain he wasn't going to get one.

"Sure. One Atlesian Black coming up." Jaune said, biting his tongue. He had certain opinions about Atlesian Black, and they were not kind ones. He usually flatout ignored their request and gave them a similar blend, but today, he was too preoccupied with the last few minutes to bother with the fanfare.

It didn't take him long to find the box in the backroom and bring it back to the machine.

Although Jaune internally frowned, making sure to keep his face cool in front of the customer while he set the box on the counter. Velvet was kneeling underneath the wooden slab with an absolutely mischievous smile. She felt like almost a totally different person than normal to Jaune, although in reality it was simply that her switch had been flipped. And thanks to working at Jaune's, she had no reservations or issues with confidence to stop her from getting exactly what she wanted.

"It's not a brand most people get." Jaune commented, trying to initiate small talk as he both tried to dump the beans into the machine and also not glance at Velvet too much. He wasn't liking the look in her eyes as her hands touched his slacks. Fucking in the backroom beneath his girlfriend/soon-to-be-wife was one thing, doing something indecent in front of the customer was… well it was pretty much the same thing, really. That could have easily happened if their current customer was only a few minutes early.

The woman grunted, shifting her weight. She looked on guard, Jaune noticed. In the same way that Roman and Cinder were always on guard, not always obvious about it, but noticing the rest of the room, watching for something, anything to happen.

Jaune had to cough into his shoulder as he poured the beans, not because of the smell, but to hide his surprise as Velvet unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It wasn't hard, but it wasn't far off. He just had to keep the customer occupied and hope they didn't notice- too late to do anything else at this point.

"So what brings you here today?" Jaune asked, his smile more strained than normal. Usually it came easily, but that was difficult when someone was slurping on your cock like their life depended on it. The only saving grace was the machine, because it did generate some noise to hide Velvet's enthusiasm while it brewed the coffee. Jaune was almost convinced that she wanted to get caught. And if she kept twirling her tongue around the head of his dick, he was going to be the one to do it.

"I wanted coffee." She replied, her voice as level as her eyes.

"W-well, I've just never seen you before. Did a friend tell you about here?" Jaune asked, hunching slightly as Velvet started to massage his balls through his pants. He could feel one of the biggest loads in his life coming, probably from a mixture of the depravity and Velvet's skill.

"Mmh." Was all she said, crossing her arms across her incredibly generous chest.

The only person Jaune had ever felt more stonewalled by was Blake, which was impressive because he'd felt Blake was uniquely good at that. Keeping people walled off.

"You really remind me of a friend." Jaune blurted out, something he never would've done in other circumstances. Velvet was really going at it now, pumping and slurping on his dick with both hands, gagging and choking on his cock. He couldn't hear it, but he could certainly feel it. "She had a hard time talking too until I got to know her." He added quickly. His phrasing was poor, but he felt almost obligated to try. Do anything to distract the woman from the surprise blowjob that Velvet was giving him.

The customer raised a singular eyebrow, examining Jaune's upper torso. "I see. And you believe I'll be like that?"

Jaune wanted to jump for joy, but doing that right then might get his dick bitten off. "I-I just meant that, um… Friends are just strangers you've never met!"

It took a moment for Jaune to realize his mistake, especially since the customer's eyes never changed. Thinking was an exercise in futility for Jaune at that moment. All he could think about was cumming. Thrusting his hips and pushing Velvet's head against the back of the counter and blowing his load deep inside her. He wanted to do it so badly, but he couldn't screw this up.

It was at that choice moment the machine dinged, finishing its magic and resulting in one perfectly brewed Atlesian Black coffee. Forever how perfectly brewing that meant.

"Any creamer or sugar?" Jaune asked without thinking, he was so used to it.

"Two creamers."

"One moment." He said, bringing the cup down with shaking hands to the creamer shots he had at counter level. Only for his eyes to meet Velvet's twinkling. She gently pulled his hand down further. And further. Until his dick aimed at the steaming black liquid. Maintaining her cattish grin, Velvet jerked off Jaune as hard as she could. Stroke after stroke from her hands sent lashing rope after rope of semen both on Velvet's waiting face and inside the cup, a few loose strands hitting the side of it. Jaune shuddered when he was done, trying his best to hide it, though he didn't do it very well. The customer was giving him an even odder look, now.

Jaune pumped the creamer containers a couple times onto the floor to at least make it look like he'd used them, but he handed the cup to the customer with hands that were considerably less shaky. Although he did tense when he realized that he should've cleaned the cum off the side of the mug.

"That'll be three-fifty." He added, realizing that he'd done it out of order. The customer gave him a look of 'I'm not paying jack shit until I taste it and decide that's what it's worth', before tasting the the deep rich coffee mixed with Jaune's seed and-

"Wow."

Jaune blinked. Wow had not been the word he'd been expecting out of her mouth as she sipped the hot coffee, but there it was.

"This is the best Atlesian Black that I've ever had. What creamer did you use?" The customer asked, her intensity remaining but directed towards curiosity. Jaune felt his dick throb once again when the white streaks reached her cherry lips, sailing down them and into her stomach.

Velvet was going to be the end of him. However bad Miltia had thought she would be for him, the bunny faunus was so going to be so much worse. And he felt almost excited to see just how bad it would be.

"A special blend, I mix it in house, but most of the work came from a hardworking faunus I know." Jaune answered with a smile. It was all true, at least.

"I'll have to get it again." She said, slapping ten lien on the table before leaving the shop with the mug in hand. Jaune didn't even have the heart to call out to her and tell her as much, allowing her to leave with the '#1 Headmaster of Beacon` mug he was sure would find its way back at some point. Though Jaune would probably make a point of trashing it if it ever appeared in his cupboard, if only to protect himself in the off chance he used it…

Jaune groaned as Velvet licked and sucked the last of the cum off his dick before zipping up his pants. She said nothing as she stood up, wiping a bit of his cum off her lip and licking the finger clean in a manner that was not at all suggestive if you were perhaps FUCKING GAY.

"That was Eve." Velvet said nonchalantly, heading to the backroom to grab a mop and bucket as if nothing had happened, her butt swaying seductively in her tight blue skirt and doing a wonderful job of drawing his eyes.

Jaune wouldn't say he had a thing for women in uniform, but only because of how embarrassing it would be to admit it. It hadn't been the first time he'd admired Velvet in costume, and hopefully it wouldn't be the last either.

The sidedoor opened, drawing only Velvet's attention (Jaune was in a daze, wondering exactly what a bunny faunus would look like in a catgirl outfit, as well as whether or not that was flatout racist, and if it would even be hot), and a wave and a smile from her.

"Sorry, boss." Russel said with a small bow of his head. "Got a late start because I missed the Bullhead. Need anything?"

"We're all set. Right, boss?" Velvet asked, laying a hand on Jaune's arm.

This was, not in and of itself, a particularly odd gesture. But with her eyes slightly lidded, a certain smirk on her face, and with her having just given him a blowjob, Jaune was fairly certain it was more than just a friendly and affectionate touch. This was more than enough to break Jaune out of his thoughts (he finally decided that a bunny faunus in a catgirl outfit was both racist, and also hot, no matter what anyone said) and nod.

"It's no problem. It's been a pretty slow day anyway. Tuesdays usually are." Jaune sighed. Money was nowhere near as tight as it had been, especially with the settlement, but it still hurt his ego when customers were low- even if it was still fairly early in the morning.

Russel nodded. "Like what you did with the place." He said, his eyes scanning over the police decor. The bullpen door that Jaune had found at a yard sale and temporarily replaced the little door at the counter with. Roman's 'borrowed' police siren. Incredibly convincing manilla folders on the table marked with a purple CONFIDENTIAL stamped over the front of it-

"OH SHIT."

Jaune grabbed the folder out of Russel's curious hand, as well as the other ones that had been lain haphazardly on the table, bundling them all against his chest.

Russel and Velvet looked more confused than anything.

"Those were plans for other themed weekends, can't let anyone see those hahaha!" Jaune said with forced laughter, his heart racing more than it had even while pounding Velvet's ass next to whatever the fuck Miltia considered herself. His boner was too in shock to even rise at that moment.

Velvet and Russel exchanged a look that Jaune didn't fully understand before joining Jaune in laughter. It was the most awkward laughter that had ever taken place at Jaune's, and hopefully none could top it. It was only when Jaune had taken another cursory look around the shop when Russel had come, that he realized that Torchwick had left out the documents he'd been pouring over the night before when he came both for coffee and to drop off the police siren.

Jaune had absolutely no idea what were in the folders, and he frankly did not want to know.

"Well I'll just uh… put these back in my room upstairs if you'll excuse me. Velvet. Russel." Jaune said, nodding to the both of them like he hadn't worked with them for literally years. He took the stairs one at a time, badly wanting to go faster. He only caught his breath when he was inside his room, looking at a soundly sleeping Miltia. His lovely girlfriend/fiance/something. She really was the love of his life. Even if she had put the cake that'd been smeared with cum next to the bed, a fork sticking out of it. He still couldn't believe she'd eaten that. Jaune felt a little bad over that, and he had half a mind to remove the cake if only to take away his guilt with it.

But he didn't. He instead went to a filing cabinet that he used for taxes, went to the middle drawer, pulled it out, slid back the hanging folders, dumped Roman's definitely questionable folders underneath them, and slid it all back as quietly as he could so as not to wake Miltia.

During that time, he failed to hear the soft opening and closing of the door, quiet footsteps well used to sneaking and killing.

It was too late before Jaune turned around.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed, first non-commission related work (as I've written several follow up chapters of things that were originally commissioned that I finished on my own time due to reader requests) I've done in a very long time, though technically this was written because of a commission. A friend showed me something he was disappointed in commission wise about a year ago at this point and I went, 'I can do a better job than that guy' and so I have (said friend has approved this AN for those curious).

On a different note I don't usually touch in for my ANs, I was a fan of SWAS and read the whole thing probably a month or two ago. Before that, I'd read it when it was coming out weekly (I think?) and dropped it before things changed from just shopkeeper SoL (I had no clue it even had an overarching plot). Admittedly I didn't really think about it at all from a smut angle at any point, unlike Forged Destiny (which I also didn't finish for literally years, then finished and wondered why my lancaster fic was solely composed of knightshade), or Relic of the Future (it's not my fault Winter is fucking hot).

Anyway until next time, thanks for reading!