Hello everyone! This story is nothing but some slapstick humor that I wrote during my vacation in the Philippines, but now that I'm back on my home turf, I finally had the opportunity to make some light edits and upload it. Hope you all enjoy this one shot because I was laughing the entire time I was writing it!
Cheers, Searoar.
"Forty five… Forty six!" Yang panted as the weights went up and down as her sweaty arms and chest shuddered at the count of fifty. Today was a day of accomplishments, as not only had the blonde brawler managed to set an all time record on the bench-press, she'd also snagged a new sparring partner over the past couple weeks who was in much need of a workout.
Blinking out the sweat from her lilac eyes, Yang sighed and set the bar and its weights back into place. When she stood up, she grabbed a towel and admired her toned body as she playfully flexed in poses she wouldn't dare show the common public. Her yellow top drenched in sweat, it hung loosely around her impressive chest and the yellow shorts she had on were already skin-tight showing a bottom could lure the gaze of any man.
Now, Yang did not consider herself a pompous girl, but there was nothing wrong with being confident, as the voluptuous figure she had was one that she had earned. Granted, given her genetics, Yang did have a foot ahead of the race, but she wouldn't allow anyone to claim that she didn't work for her fit figure that made girls jealous.
Why, just this morning Yang had received several compliments on her walk to the gym, and the icing on the cake was that Weiss happened to be present after gloating about her stellar marks on Dr. Oobleck's recent test. Poor Ice-Queen. Though if her older sister Winter was anything to go by, little Weiss would soon blossom into an even finer beauty with a more humble mindset to boot.
"Phew! Hey, Yang, you need a drink?" Jaune asked as he held up a bottle of water. Dressed in a simple white shirt and blue shorts, Jaune's figure had improved drastically over the past few weeks thanks to Pyrrha's strict workout schedule, but the Mistral champion was rather modest in her description of her partner's physique.
Defined pectorals emphasized by four tight squares atop his flat stomach, Jaune's body may not have been built like a bull's, but there was an allure to his lithe frame as it matched his sharp facial features splendidly. Yang would even go so far to say that she preferred men of Jaune's body type, as it complimented her own buxom figure nicely.
Yang shook her head and laughed. To think she'd given Jaune a genuine compliment without him knowing. If Yang was the teasing type, she'd drive it home until the young man was a blushing mess. Hold on a minute, that's the exact type of person that Yang Xiao Long was!
"Looking good there, stud. How about we add on some extra weight next time around?" Yang giggled as Jaune flushed and rubbed his neck.
Jaune glanced down for a second, a detail Yang did not miss, but to the man's credit he quickly raised his sights and never allowed his eyes to wander again.
"How about we ease off the weights?" Jaune suggested. "I know you and the others can keep up, but I'm still learning y'know? That, and my coworkers in Vale are starting to question whether or not I'm actually training or getting abused."
Yang's lips curled into a smirk. "Now don't give my teammates too much credit. Blake's never made it past two plates, and Ruby and Weiss are still competing to see which one of them can do more dumbbell raises. Though, seeing that neither my sweet sister or the ice-queen have made it past three reps each… that contest is still in the air. Also, I'm not abusing you, I'm just preparing you for what's to come from the grimm. Also, don't forget that you promised me three discounted items at the clothing store you just started working at later."
The two blondes shared a laugh with the brawler landing a comforting pat on the knight's shoulder.
"Tell you what, since you've been such a trooper this week, I've got a suitable reward that'll get your heart racing." Yang said.
"H-Huh?" Jaune stammered. His mind wandering into dangerous territory as Yang closed the distance, he felt the brawler's hot breath brush against his ear as her lips were but an inch from touching his flushed skin.
"I'm gonna let you spar with me for the next hour. That's sure to get the blood pumping, or were you thinking of a different activity that requires a more… intimate touch?" Yang released Jaune as he bumbled and sputtered.
The knight's reactions were simply too cute not to induce, and with the amount of teasing material Yang had built up over the past couple of days, she was sure to cash in her hard earned rewards the next time Ms. Goodwitch decided to give her a punishment. That said, Yang didn't want to press too far and pass the line, as she was well aware that there was another beautiful girl who had her eye on the honest knight. Case and point, Pyrrha Nikos, who'd been beating around the bush since she first arrived at Beacon Academy.
Yang rubbed her temple. "It's not that hard. All you have to do is tell them that you like them, and if it doesn't work out, then you'll either have to try harder or respectfully search other horizons…"
"Hmm? Sorry, Yang, I didn't quite catch that." Jaune said. However, given that Yang was still but an inch from his face, it was his turn for his hot breath to tickle the brawler's ear.
Yang jolted back with a faint dusting of pink on her face. She might have been the master of teasing when on the attack, but her defense needed a lot of work. After a deep breath, Yang assured Jaune that all was fine, then jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. Following the direction of where Yang was pointing, Jaune groaned at the inevitable pain that was to follow.
"Do we have to? The bruises you gave me last week are finally gone…" Jaune sulked.
"Nothing like a few good rounds of kickboxing to get rid of some pent up frustration!" Yang declared. "Come on, you've already got a good jab going, so all we need to do is work on the rest of the fundamentals. Soon enough, you might actually land a punch on me!"
"Thanks, but we both know that kick-boxing is your forte. When you think about it, the chances of me beating you in the ring is equivalent to Ruby beating Weiss in a fencing match." Jaune's logic was fair, given the leader of RWBY seldom played with swords, but that didn't matter as Yang needed to let off some steam to finish her day.
"Sorry, no can do. Now let's get some hand-wraps and get slugging!" Yang cheered much to Jaune's dismay and dragged the poor lad to sixty minutes of punching and kicking.
Twenty jabs to the forehead, sixteen hooks to the gut, and a roundhouse kick to the jaw just for fun, Jaune fell on his back with a heaving chest that begged for mercy as his eyes tried to see past the salty pools of sweat that dripped down his blonde bangs.
As for Yang, she was quite chipper. She'd been allowed to let loose halfway through the rounds after finding out that Jaune had advanced further than she'd expected in his hand to hand combat skills. However, his guard needed to be improved upon, as he often lowered his hands when moving in for a swift punch. Yet, at the same time, Yang was delighted to know that there was much more she could teach him. Granted, she was not as well versed in weapons as Ruby or Pyrrha, nor as knowledgeable in the books as Weiss or Blake, but Yang had something those other girls were all lacking which happened to be the wonderful trait of charisma.
Sure, you could impress a stranger with a wide array of skills, but if you didn't know how to voice them or give a proper demonstration, you'd find yourself without an audience in a heartbeat.
"Yang? Are we good? You're smiling." Jaune wheezed.
Oh? Was Yang smiling? Well, she did achieve more than what she wanted, so that was definitely worth smiling about.
"What's this? Is the vomit boy looking at my lips?" Yang teased and pressed a finger against her cheek. "Careful, because if I ever catch you looking below my neck I'll be sure to punish you for it."
Yang emphasized her playful threat with a crack of her knuckles, but Jaune just laughed and sat himself up.
"No, I'm just admiring how beautiful your eyes are. Did you know your eyes glimmer with a bit of pink whenever you laugh? It's like there's stars dancing in your pupils too. It's really cute." Jaune chuckled and forced his sore muscles off the ground with a groan. He hadn't been looking at Yang when he was talking, but when he did veer his attention towards her, he was met with a rather peculiar sight.
Her lower lip bitten, Yang turned away from Jaune's curious stare while twirling a stray lock of hair around her finger. When the latter asked what was wrong, Yang quickly shrugged him off and told him to meet her at the bullhead platforms in an hour and was oddly fixated in getting back her personal space despite invading Jaune's not too long ago.
"Alright, but you're not hurt, are you, Yang?" Jaune asked. The concern in his voice pure beyond a doubt, he was left without an answer as Yang picked up her gym bag, swung it over her shoulder, and stomped out of the gym in rapid succession.
"I have the vague feeling that I'm in the wrong here…" Jaune had the strangest sense of deja vu, only this time he wasn't being given the cold shoulder by a certain icy heiress.
"Oh… you're back already?" Blake hummed with her face buried in a book as she sat on her bed snuggled in its blankets with her back against the headrest and a handful of pillows for cushioning. "You usually spar with Jaune after your workouts. Did you finally manage to break him? I did warn you that he's not built like his teammates."
Blake expected to hear a laugh. To have a witty retort sent her way that she would no doubt parry to her amusement. Yet none of these things happened as Yang opened her dresser and plucked out the clothes that made up her trademark huntress attire.
"Um… Yang? Did something happen?" Blake lowered her book and tilted her head. She witnessed a mixture of confusion layered with deep pondering on the brawler's fair visage, but Blake knew she wouldn't get any answers until Yang figured out her own issues first, as frustrating as this was.
"Wanna come with me to Vale?" Yang asked. The tone of her voice almost sounded like a plea. "Jaune's coming too, if you're interested. We can go to the store he works at too."
Blake's ear's flexed upward then downward. Why would she of all people be interested in Jaune? Not that she had anything against the lad. It was just the two never talked nor attempted to interact in general. Which suited Blake just fine mind you.
"Is everything okay? What, did something happen when you two sparred?" Blake proposed the idea that Yang had lost their boxing exchange, but quickly dismissed this as few people could compare to Yang in close quarters. Pyrrha and Ren being the only ones to come to mind in terms of hand-to-hand combat.
"Do my eyes flicker pink?" Yang muttered the question to no one in particular as she entered the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
Blake massaged her temples. Since when did the color pink ever cross Yang's mind? Blake knew that the brawler's lilac eyes shifted to red whenever she got mad, and not any other tint had presented itself over the months they'd spent together. Did Jaune help Yang awaken a new power? Or was it Yang's semblance reaching toward some sort of adaptation? Then again… Yang could be going crazy over something Jaune misinterpreted.
"Ugh… this is going to bother me for a while, isn't it?" Blake groaned and tried to get back to her book but her brain refused to process the letters on the pages as Yang's question lingered over her like an annoying mosquito.
While the rushing of hot water filled the silence, the dorm door creaked open to reveal a grumpy looking Weiss whose hands were balled into fists and set flatly against her sides. Blake thought the heiress looked like a toddler who'd scraped their knee but was too proud to admit it.
"The nerve of some people!" Weiss huffed. "You try to speak to them alone, and their bumbling friends decide to drop in and ruin everything!"
Blake remained silent and merely frowned. She may not know what was troubling her partner, but in terms of her icy teammate, she was more than aware of her pitiful antics in trying to coerce Neptune to make the first move. Granted, after the dance, there hadn't been much of a spark between the two, but perhaps Weiss was still in denial and was doing everything in her power to keep that flame of intrigue alive.
A slight giggle slipped through Blake's lips. Funny that Jaune's attempts at pressing the issue of dating was met with a harsh scowl and curt rebuke, while Weiss was doing the exact same thing in regards to Neptune. Though, to the blue-haired boy's credit, he was much more polite in avoiding the subject of dating.
"...And do you know the worst part?" Weiss plopped down on her desk chair with a snooty huff and stared directly at Blake who clearly did not appreciate the heiress' aggressive attention. "I ran into Jaune of all people in the hallway, and he had the nerve to say that my dress was nice! How on Remnant did that buffoon manage to notice the changes I made?!"
Blake's ears drooped. True, Weiss had changed the patterns on her combat dress from the traditional Schnee snowflakes to a floral pattern akin to orchids, but this was only done on the sleeves and it took Blake a total of three days to point this change out.
"Why is Jaune complimenting your fashion choices a bad thing? Not too long ago you were practically begging us to give our opinions on your subtle dress changes." Blake deadpanned.
Weiss' nostrils flared. "It's just that… Neptune still hasn't noticed what I've done and it's already been a week."
Blake felt compelled to feel sorry for her friend, but squashed the thought a second after. Why am I even in this situation? She wondered.
Before Weiss could make another remark, the bathroom doors opened to reveal a fresh Yang whose long blonde locks smelled like a mix of cinnamon sticks and apple slices. Weiss, despite her grumpy state, noticed the oddity in Yang's behavior as the brawler lacked her usual gusto and asked the heiress if she'd like to join her in a trip to Vale.
"You wanna come along?" Yang hummed casually. "Jaune's going too if you're interested."
Now it was Weiss' turn to seem perplexed. "And why would I be interested in seeing the bumbling leader of our fellow neighbors and teammates?"
"I dunno." Yang shrugged and fetched her wallet off her bed. "So do either of you want to come with me? Or do I have to go to Vale with Jaune alone?"
Blake and Weiss shared a look.
"Why not ask Pyrrha to join you? She'd be the first candidate for an outing with Jaune if you think about it." Blake suggested.
Yang nodded. "Sure, the more the merrier I guess. So that should make five of us, right?"
"Five?" Blake and Weiss said in unison.
"Yeah," Yang nodded while cupping her chin. "Blake, Weiss, Pyrrha, and me. That makes five."
With that, Yang left the dorm to meet up with Jaune, and despite their instincts screaming at them to not get involved; Blake and Weiss fetched their coats and hurried to join Yang in what would be a most memorable and embarrassing event... For Jaune.
"Oh, there you are, Yang!" Jaune waved at the boisterous brawler who seemed to have gained back some of her natural gusto in the hour they'd spent apart.
"Yo!" Yang replied with a bright smile. Yet there was a touch of pink on her cheeks when she did so.
"Hi." Blake said humbly.
"Greetings." Weiss hummed with disinterest.
"Hello everyone," Pyrrha waved kindly, but there was a hint of disappointment in her voice as she spoke.
"I decided to ask a few others to join us," Yang nodded at Pyrrha as the two seemed to be sharing some sort of strange staring contest that eventually landed on Jaune of all people.
"So… where are we headed?" Jaune gestured to the spanning streets with shops lined along them. "There's a few groceries Ren wanted me to get for tonight, but that stuff can wait."
"Well…" Weiss pulled out a large notebook, from a place that Oum only knows as she only had the small pockets of her frilly white coat with black buttons for storage, and began to list off places of interest in the likeness of a tour guide.
Jaune glanced at the others, Blake seemed indifferent to Weiss' antics, while Yang and Pyrrha appeared to still be locked in their silent staring contest that was growing more intense by the second.
"How about we get some food first? I had a small breakfast, and sparring with Yang gave me quite an appetite." Jaune suggested to which everyone agreed. Though Weiss did have the final say of where they would eat.
The group arrived at their destination in half an hour, and were now seated in a small café in the far corner of the commercial district.
"...And we'll finish our day at Tukson's bookstore." Weiss said primly. The heiress had been explaining her strict regiment on the way to the café, and the others around her gave a sigh in thanks after she was done.
Blake did want to protest about the bookstore being their last stop instead of the first, but kept her mouth shut in fear of Weiss going on another ramble.
"Um… Yang? Are you okay?" Jaune shifted uncomfortably in his seat. With Pyrrha and Blake beside him and Weiss and Yang across from him, the blond brawler had not shifted her gaze off her fellow blonde's direction since she sat down.
"Did I do something wrong when we boxed? I didn't see any injuries on Yang when we finished though…" At his attempt to recollect his recent memories in the gym, the scene of a perky bottom clutched within the stretchy confines of skin-tight shorts made Jaune's face heat up.
"Jaune?" Pyrrha prodded carefully yet forcefully. "Your face is red, do you need to lie down?"
"Hmm? A-Ah no! Sorry to worry you, but I'm good, Pyrrha." Jaune chuckled and went back to sipping his coffee.
"That reminds me," Weiss said after poking a straw through her vanilla latte, "I've heard you've been spending time with Neptune and Sun."
It took a minute for Jaune to figure out that Weiss was talking to him, and the boy reeled slightly at her inquiring glare. While it was true Jaune had been seeing the more vocal members of team SSSN, it was more because Sun and Neptune wanted to ask questions about Weiss and Blake, though they made sure to compensate for Jaune's time with a good comic and a hefty lunch.
"Yeah, I've been hanging out with them ever since the dance before the Vytal festival, but their extra assignments from Haven Academy have caused them to bury their heads in paper and textbooks. I can't say I'm jealous of their situation." Jaune laughed.
"Hmm…" Weiss clutched her drink causing tiny ripples to form in its paper outlines. "If Neptune was struggling with his studies, then why didn't he ask me to assist him? I'm sure my educational background would have made it obvious that I'm an excellent teacher in dust, grimm, and weaponry classes…"
Jaune forced a smile and assured Weiss that her knowledge was near unrivaled. Yet he could not deny the stings his heart felt. He may have opened the door and pushed Neptune to pursue his interest in Weiss, but the blue-haired student had seldom used this opportunity and it irked Jaune to think his first crush would feel underappreciated.
"I'm sure he's just stubborn," Jaune said. "Neptune probably wants to impress you through his own merits and show that he's almost as smart as you."
This claim was nothing but hot air, but after raising a dainty brow, Weiss accepted Jaune's words. A breath of relief later, Jaune turned his attention to Pyrrha, who wasn't looking at him, but at the other blonde at the table who appeared to be looking her partner's way.
Jaune glanced behind him to see nothing but empty seats. He questioned Yang again as to what she was staring at, but his sudden words caught the blonde brawler off guard and she sputtered her strawberry smoothie all over Blake who gave her partner the death glare as she wiped away bits of cream off her pale face and black bow.
"Here," Jaune moved the small napkin dispenser closer to Blake, but the secret faunus was so angry she didn't bother to say thanks.
The mood in the café reaching a threatening tension, Jaune searched for a way to diffuse the situation and narrowed his sights on a rather fashionable lifeline. For a moment, Jaune struggled to recall the young lady, but snapped his fingers as the memory of her appeared in the shape of Velvet's beret-wearing partner who had an odd preference of using her sunglasses during the night.
"Oh, what's this?" Coco hummed as she spotted a group of familiar first years huddled in a corner booth of her favorite café. The ones who stuck out the most were the heiress of the SDC and Mistral's favorite champion that was on every box of Pumpkin Pete's cereal to date, but there was another among the group that nicked Coco's mind.
Jaune, that was his name, right? The guy who helped Velvet with her bullying problem with team CRDL. Not that Coco, Yatsuhashi, or Fox wouldn't have given their little bunny the support she needed to overcome her poor situation, but Velvet was a strange girl who had nerves of steel when being confronted with rude words, but didn't have the spine to sort them out or seek assistance. Coco let out a deep breath. She really needed to keep track of her little bunny's endeavor's more often, as it secretly irked her to no end to know that all of Velvet's suffering had happened behind her back.
"Hello, Coco, what are you doing here?" Jaune's voice brought the fashionista back to the present. "Are you here by yourself?"
Coco smirked. Indeed, she lacked her usual companions, but Coco would adapt to any situation given the opportunity. Thus, she made do with those at Jaune's table, and swiftly secured a seat at the end of the booth beside a reluctant Blake who got squished between Yang and Weiss as a result.
"Yeah," Coco shrugged, "though seeing that you're all in my favorite part of Vale, I'm guessing you're all looking to spruce up your wardrobes?"
Weiss put a finger on her chin. "Your knowledge on the latest trends would be a great help, though your intrusive demeanor is lackluster."
Coco curled a brow at the two-faced comment. She'd heard enough rumors to know that the uptight attitude of the SDC's heiress tended to rub people the wrong way, and in this instance, it really showed. Nonetheless, Coco would not cater to her less desirable qualities and bear her fangs. No, if she wanted some extra hands to carry her clothes, she needed to turn the tide in her favor.
Coco's sights landed back to Jaune who squirmed at the sudden attention. Then she noticed the ominous electricity that zipped between a certain brawler and Mistralian champion. There was no need for words, as Coco's experience in the field of womanly gossip had already reached a certain peak that most of her peers could never reach. Still, for Jaune to be the center of their attention did prick Coco's curiosity. The lad was handsome enough, but he didn't possess the outward appearance that made people's heads turn. Granted, what folks saw on the outside could only go so far in terms of character. After all, a good face fell flat if the personality behind it was garbage. "So, would you like to join us, Coco?" Jaune's voice was on the verge of a plea.
"Hmm…" Coco made a show of inspecting the golden bands of her black leather glove. "I guess I could join you. But in exchange I'm going to need a few hands for the big shopping list I've got planned."
"Yes!" Jaune almost jumped for joy. "By all means, I'll assist you in any way I can!"
Coco reeled back slightly. Jaune couldn't have been that desperate to leave the café could he? Or maybe Pyrrha's and Yang's stare off had finally cracked his resolve. Whatever the case, Coco achieved the outcome she wanted, and that's all that mattered at the end of the day. With a playful flick on Jaune's forehead, Coco led the troupe toward her favorite clothing store that consisted of three different floors. The ground floor held every clothing accessory imaginable, with the second showing jewels of every color, and last but not least, the makeup department on the third floor with the roof serving as a lounge to cozy up with friends and catch up on lost time.
"Welcome to my world, first years." Coco giggled. She'd always wanted to say that, but the opportunity to use that sentence had taken over four months to surface.
"I'll check those tank tops over there…" Yang hummed to no one in particular, but she did snag Jaune by the wrist and would have led him away if not for Pyrrha's swift hand.
"Yes, and we'll see what clothes benefit our teammates. Right, Jaune?" Pyrrha inquired in a demanding tone.
Jaune winced as both his wrists were squeezed. He sought refuge with his eyes, but neither Blake nor Weiss seemed keen on assisting who they deemed as a friendly acquaintance. This left Coco, who already thought three steps ahead and claimed the young man for herself on the basis of needing to pay him back for his brave deeds in regard to Velvet.
Yang and Pyrrha voiced their protests, the former in a hissy whisper unfit for her boisterous reputation, and the latter with a cold stare that ignored the questioning glances sent her way.
Coco was unperturbed. Her will was akin to a mighty oak rooted deep in the ground, not a thin length of bamboo that bent whenever a strong wind passed by. That, and Jaune excused himself with Coco as the lad was aware enough to know that the fashionista would leave him with the lesser of headaches.
Coco couldn't help but smirk. She really was on a role today, wasn't she?
"Hmm… This is a nice shade of black, but I don't like the glossy texture on it." Blake hummed to herself as she inspected a pair of opaque stockings.
Blake may have been dragged into this shopping scenario, but she took it as a sign of needing some fresh air and sauntered over to an aisle of lingerie the moment the group disbanded. She could see Jaune awkwardly scratching his head as Coco teased him while holding up a frilly red bra.
Blake rolled her eyes. She could also see Yang and Pyrrha keeping a respectable distance, but the two of them appeared to be caught in some sort of hushed quarrel with Weiss ensuring the two of them didn't get out of hand.
How silly, Blake mused, to make a scene in a public place. However, what was even sillier was that Jaune appeared to be the reason for all the tension in the atmosphere. Don't be mistaken, for Blake held no prejudice against the young man, but he didn't seem like the sort to cause trouble. More so like a victim to it if Blake was being honest.
Yet, despite all this, Blake couldn't help but feel intrigued about her interaction with Yang in their dorm prior to their visit to Vale. What occurred during the blonde brawler's weight training with the knight of JNPR? Not once had Yang ever seemed so… sheepish? Was that the best word to describe it?
Blake shook her head. She didn't need to burden herself with tedious thoughts. All she wanted to do was get a nice pair of stockings, visit the bookstore, then head back to her dorm and cuddle beneath her bedsheets and devour the last chapters of her newest novel.
"Maybe this one? But it's a little too sheer for my taste…" Blake clicked her tongue as she picked out a gray set of pantyhose.
"If that's the look you're going for, maybe these ones will suit you better?" Jaune said as he held up a pair of dark gray nylons.
"Thank-" Blake blinked and her bow twitched. Since when did Jaune arrive in her aisle? And how on Remnant did he find a pair of leggings that fit Blake's demeanor perfectly?
"Please don't say anything." Jaune flinched as his name was called in the nearby distance. "I finally managed to sneak away from Coco, and Yang and Pyrrha have been on my heels ever since."
Blake frowned. She had half a mind to announce Jaune's presence, but doing so would be mean, and Blake was simply a solemn girl. Not a mean one. Blake took the leggings from Jaune and gave them a once over. The material was high quality, and the price was more than reasonable. After giving Jaune a proper thanks, the young lad beamed at her and continued to follow her like a toddler lost in a toy store.
"So…" Blake sighed as they entered a shoe section. "Do you know why Yang's been acting so weird?"
Jaune gulped. He tried to shy away from the question, but Blake's stubbornness outweighed his reluctance to answer. With Jaune's elaborate explanation of past events, Blake nodded with a hand on her chin and came to the conclusion that while Yang could tease like no tomorrow, her tolerance for being complimented was lackluster.
"I could use this…" Blake smirked. For all the times she'd been embarrassed by the blonde brawler, she now possessed a means of getting back and deterring Yang from mocking her book-loving partner.
"Also," Blake rubbed her temples. "Could you please stop skulking around the shelves? You're drawing more attention to us because of your awkward expression."
Jaune rubbed his neck and emerged from behind a display of leather ankle booties. His cerulean eyes on high alert, they surveyed the area for any signs of a brown beret, long golden locks, and a fiery red ponytail, then let out a sigh of relief when he deemed the area safe.
"Sorry," Jaune said. "It's just that my shift starts soon, and I just remembered who I have for company…"
Blake curled a brow which made Jaune do a double take.
"I didn't mean you, I meant-"
"Jaune!" Waved Coco who's smile could power a city. "You never told me you worked at my favorite clothing store! Has Velvet been hiding secrets from me?"
Jaune sagged. He'd only started his job two days prior, but the threat of Beacon's most renowned fashionista had been imprinted on his mind the day he got his uniform. Heh, no wonder the staff in the store were giving Jaune odd looks, he was following Coco Adel around the store for Oum's sake!
"I'll take things from here," Coco grinned. "Students who work here have a twenty percent discount on their first five items, and the deals get renewed every month. So, tell me dear, what's my budget looking like?"
"That's really pushing it, Coco." Jaune groaned. "All because I have a discount, that doesn't mean I'm going to use them on a whim…"
"Hoh? What's this? Has the noodle of JNPR grown a proper spine?" Coco mused.
Jaune's brow twitched. "I've always had a spine, I'm just too much of a gentleman to say what's on my mind."
Blake held back a snicker. To think, Jaune of all people would be fighting on even grounds with one of Beacon's most popular girls. The chances of that were on par of his flirting attempts with Weiss to be successful. The banter between Jaune and Coco reaching its peak, the end result was something Blake did not account for.
"Yes, we did get a new shipment of Mistral's new combat fashion, but I'm not a member of the crew in charge of unloading it. Even if I was, I'd probably lose my job if I showed them to you." Jaune sighed.
Despite the lad's strong rebuttal, the untimely arrival of one of his manager's decided to rain on his parade and tossed Jaune his uniform with a galant smile and claimed it was his turn to sort the newest shipments in the warehouse. Jaune facepalmed, Coco grinned like a maniac, and Blake tilted her head in silent askance that she too may browse the new fashion arrivals.
"Think of it this way," Coco rested a hand on her chest and raised her nose snobbishly. "Would you rather spend the rest of the day with two lovely girls, or would you rather face the storm you've been avoiding since we got here?"
Coco gestured to Yang and Pyrrha who'd agreed to a ceasefire thanks to the delegating skills of Weiss. However, the atmosphere around the trio was anything but welcoming, and Jaune figured he wouldn't get a proper answer from his partner or the blonde brawler until he confronted them in a more private setting.
"Alright, just make sure not to touch anything." Jaune warned. "This job pays really well, and the hours are even better seeing they don't interfere with my classes."
Coco crossed her heart and Blake nodded. With that, Jaune led them to the back storage area of the store while slipping a brown sweater over his head with the store's logo of an eight pointed star atop a three pointed crown made of diamond. Beneath the log was the name: Diamond Clothes.
"Will you two just give it a rest?" Weiss put her hands on her hips and stared down her two unruly cohorts.
"She started it." Yang and Pyrrha pouted.
"I cannot fathom the state you two are in!" Weiss rubbed her forehead. "Why on Remnant does it matter who Jaune is trained by? Granted I do favor Pyrrha in this scenario, but that does not disprove Jaune's improvements over these past few weeks that he's spent with Yang."
"I only wanted to spend more time with him. Is that so bad?" Yang directed a nasty glare Pyrrha's way. "It's not like I'm in love with him either, in fact, I've been trying to push him your way since I started lifting weights with him; Pyrrha!"
Pyrrha scoffed. "I may be slow in my approach, but that doesn't mean I don't notice changes in your or Jaune's behavior. He's been acting funny since he finished his training session with you, and you've been staring at him since we arrived in Vale!"
This is too much… Weiss tapped her foot impatiently. She didn't want to involve herself in such a silly manner, especially one that involved Jaune, but it seemed there was no avoiding the insufferable puzzle that was to come. With a brave face, Weiss set herself between her bickering teammate and respected Mistralian champion, and told them that if they didn't cease their squabbles, she would take Jaune and train him herself.
This solution proved adequate, though Weiss would bear the brunt of Pyrrha's and Yang's incredulous frowns, and the two agreed to set up a proper schedule where Jaune would spend equal time with each of them. Only… a week consisted of seven days, meaning there was an extra session available. Weiss put in that Jaune should be given a break midway through his practices, but neither of her companions were keen on allowing any sort of leeway.
"Fine!" Weiss sputtered angrily. "I'll take him on Sundays, does that settle this childish debate?!"
Again, Yang and Pyrrha pouted, but nodded along to Weiss' preposition. Another hurdle passed, Weiss veered her attention to the store's shoe section where she spotted Jaune, Blake, and Coco prior. However, the trio had moved on from that section leaving the heiress to her lonesome as she could no longer tolerate the insanity building between Yang and Pyrrha.
Instead, Weiss would preoccupy herself with the fine scents of the perfume section on the western side of the building, but happened to spot a sulking Jaune with a giggling Coco and humble Blake following his steps. It was natural that Weiss would be intrigued by their antics, especially since Jaune happened to be the source of Yang's and Pyrrha's recent madness, so she did what she wanted. She ignored the ensuing madness around her and found a plethora of ways to keep her curiosity in check.
Boxes, crates, and cardboard rolls of all sizes lined on ten foot shelves with a dim headlight above them, Jaune entered the warehouse and sighed.
"So, which box do I get to open first?" Coco mused as she lowered her sunglasses and rubbed her hands.
"None of them." Jaune said firmly. "The boxes you're looking at have already been bought and paid for by other customers. Just give me a few minutes and I'll fetch some clothes for the window displays I have to set up tomorrow."
Coco clapped eagerly, while Blake showed an excited smile that made Jaune's heart skip a beat since he rarely saw such a positive expression on his secret faunus companion. Jaune bid a short farewell before he disappeared behind a row of plastic crates and a nearby forklift.
When Jaune returned, he held a bin stuffed with clothes between his arms, but furrowed his brows as Blake and Coco had their arms behind their backs.
"Alright. No funny business." Jaune said firmly. "Otherwise I'll report this to Ms. Goodwitch."
Blake and Coco were taken aback, but then they remembered who was in charge of dealing with mishaps in regards to students outside of Beacon's campus. Granted, Ozpin was the one who finalized any sort of punishment after a harsh deliberation, but there was something about Ms. Goodwitch's murderous glare that put students and those around her on edge.
"...Sorry." Coco sighed and revealed a pair of black, sheer pants with a faded white strip along its calf. "Blake couldn't help herself and plucked these selections from a half-open bin down the hall."
"No I didn't." Blake rebuked with a face hard as stone. "Coco was eyeing this item the moment we came in. You should have seen how fast she ran to grab these pants from under your nose."
A zing of electricity flashing above the two, Jaune took a deep breath and relieved the duo of their snatched properties.
"Hmm?" Jaune squinted at the sizes on the pant labels. "Huh, guess it's darker in this storehouse than I thought."
"What's wrong?" Coco curled a brow at Jaune's chuckle of disbelief.
"No, it's just that this pair of pants would never fit you, Coco, you're way too big for them." Jaune' lips moved faster than his brain and upon realizing what he'd just uttered, he knew there was no return.
An unfamiliar giggle from Blake, the cat faunus shot Coco a look that was all too smug while the fashionista's face dropped.
"... I see." Coco said sharply. "Well, seeing that Blake's found what she wanted, best I find something more akin to my wonderful figure. Isn't that right, Jaune?"
"Yes." Jaune said and shyly offered Blake a twenty percent discount coupon that could be redeemed at the front register.
Blake, despite her desire to see Jaune get his comeuppance for his poor choice of words, bid a quick goodbye and hurried out of the storeroom. Abandoned, Jaune could feel the walls closing in as Coco snagged him by the shirt with both hands.
"Okay." Coco said primly as she straightened out Jaune's collar with a feather's touch. "I'm well aware of what my waist size is, so choose your words carefully when I say that you're wrong."
Jaune gulped. "C-Come on, Coco, I was only being honest…"
Another mental facepalm. For not only had Jaune started the fire, he'd grabbed a fan and increased the heat ten fold.
"Oh? You're an honest boy, is that right?" Coco pinched the bridge of Jaune's nose playfully with a cold set of eyes. "Well, honesty is a virtue, but that doesn't mean an honest boy can't be wrong every now and then, correct?"
Coco released Jaune from her talons and plucked the pair of paints from him.
"Alright, just to show you how sincere I am about keeping my model-like figure, I'll give you a one time show that you'll never forget.~" Coco added a wink to her statement and tossed Jaune her leather purse and sunglasses.
Then, to Jaune's shock, Coco unstrapped the belt around her waist, threw her leather boots off in a flourish, and snagged her thumbs around the upper hems of her black leather pants. With a sultry flutter of her eyelashes, Coco pulled downward to present Jaune with an irresistible set of pale, slender legs and brown-laced panties that were dangerously transparent.
Jaune's jaw dropped as Coco gave a haughty giggle.
"Now…" Coco smirked. "Let's see just how well these Mistralian pants fit me, hmm?"
Jaune nodded but did so without knowing for his brain was too busy registering the stupendously sexy woman in front of him. Slinking one delicate foot after another, Coco pursed her lips slightly as the pants grew a bit… tight around the thighs.
However, when Coco witnessed a flash of doubt in Jaune's eager gaze; she bit her lower lip, sucked in a deep breath, and pulled harshly until the pants reached a touch above her waist.
"You… see, Jaune?" Coco smiled in triumph. "I'm definitely this size, and there can be no doubt about it anymore, can there?"
Coco turned her back to Jaune and began to slowly strut. Jaune, absolutely mesmerized by the way Coco's pronounced bottom bobbed up and down in a seductive rhythm, took a while to notice a faint wheezing that was slowly growing louder by the second.
"Coco?" Jaune asked and rested a hand on Coco's shoulder. He blinked. Did Coco just stoop slightly?
"T-They fit!" Coco whipped her head to glare at Jaune defiantly. Though her cheeks were a tad red and her breathing a wee bit sparse.
Jaune said nothing and simply stared at Coco as her determination wavered with her quivering lip and pleading eyes.
"T-They fit!" Coco sulked then grabbed both of Jaune's shoulders, shook him fervently, then looked at him with red, stinging eyes of self pity.
"They fit! But they're cutting off my circulation!" Coco screamed at the top of her lungs. "Get them off me, Jaune, get them the fuck off me!"
Jaune went into a panic. His head flicking from side to side he searched for someone else to aid Coco, then quickly realized that only he possessed the means of saving her life.
Jaune kneeled and clasped his fingers around the waistband of Coco's pants. Unfortunately, though the silky fabric was pliable, this meant it could withstand all sorts of trauma and no matter how hard Jaune pulled he could not get the pants past Coco's waist.
"Jaune!" Coco wailed. She keeled over, wrapped her arms around Jaune's neck, and smothered him with her breasts which earned a muffled plea of mercy from the young man who hadn't given up the fight in the slightest.
"Alright. Desperate measures! Coco, take hold of that shelf and don't you dare let go!" Jaune barked and pushed the crying fashionista off him.
Jaune guided Coco to the nearest shelf, and since they were in the warehouse, all the shelves were made of solid steel rods meant to support over a thousand pounds in weight. Coco, hunched over in agony, took hold of the corner rod of the shelf and begged Jaune to get his plan over with.
Nostrils flaring, breath hot as a piping kettle, Jaune rubbed his hands together and reached for Coco's waistband once again. He gave a great heave, which earned him a painful wail from Coco as her legs were lifted off the floor with Jaune in between them.
"This... Isn't working!" Jaune huffed as his groin was dangerously close to Coco's profound buttocks. "Fine. If these pants want to be stubborn, then I'll show them what an Arc's sincerity is made of!"
Jaune huffed, and he puffed, and he blew a mighty breath as he turned around and put Coco's ankles on his shoulders.
"Brace yourself, Ms. Adel, because there's no stopping the Arc train now! All aboard for naked reprieve!" Jaune announced and gripped the fabric around Coco's thighs.
"Oooh?! Hiiieeh! Hoooaaooh?!" Coco sputtered as she experienced the most humiliating disrobing of her life. She could feel the pants slipping down her waist, but they caught a quarter way down her butt to reveal a hint of a crease of squished flesh. But past that point the pants removed to budge.
"For Oum's sake, Coco!" Jaune fumed. "How fat is your bloody ass?!"
"It's too big!" Coco sobbed. "I was wrong, Jaune! My butt is too big!"
"Damn right it is!" Jaune growled hoarsely and whipped around with Coco's legs still on his shoulders and gave her booty an angry slap; then plunged his hands in the small crevice between the waistband and the upper parts of Coco's bulging bosom.
"Awahooaah?!" Coco yelped as an even hotter blush enveloped her sweaty face. "J-Jaune, where do you think you're reaching?!"
Coco didn't get a proper reply, as Jaune lowered himself to a squat and tugged mercilessly at the cause of Coco's woes. His strong fingers slipping across the slippery fabric over Coco's steamy skin, Jaune's touch both tickled and terrified Coco as she uttered a mix of fervent giggles and yelps.
"No more Mr. Nice Arc!" Jaune bellowed and moved his hands from Coco's thighs to her ankles where the pants had begun to loosen and clump.
Stretched to limits she didn't know she could reach, Coco fought back the tears that streamed down her cheeks as her lower assets were slowly but surely revealed. The waistband, now halfway down her sore butt, meant that her legs were now pressed together in the shape of a T while Jaune continued to yank and expand his lead. With the next pull, Coco was allowed better reprieve as the pants slipped off her bum and snagged to a stop at her thighs.
Coco gasped as the warehouse's cold air brushed over her now bare butt. She turned to Jaune for a brief moment, and squeaked in alarm at the hungry face he wore that promised all sorts of things that involved an exposed rear and a great determination to please. Which, oddly enough, got Coco's heart racing for reasons she couldn't comprehend.
"Okay..." Jaune sucked in one last breath before the final step over the finish line. "One! Two! Three!"
Jaune jerked forward with a frustrated froth dripping from the edges of his frowning mouth. Then, with a lot of sweat, heat, and pureness of heart, Coco's pants slipped down her thighs, pinched her calves, clumped at the ankles, and popped off her toes with a snap that could split the divine heavens.
Coco uttered a pleasurable gasp that rivaled the volume of her faceplanting against the floor. Her lungs taking every opportunity to refill on air, Coco barely managed to sit up and realize that not only had she been relieved of her pants, but also her risqué panties that were now in Jaune's possession.
"I did it, Coco!" Jaune panted with a dribble of drool trickling down his chin as he raised Coco's clothes in a triumphant manner. "I got your pants off, and even your panties to boot!"
Cerulean eyes gleaming with an ominous tint, Coco subconsciously used one arm to cover her chest, and the other to hide her bare womanhood while her legs tucked together defensively. Jaune approached. Slowly. However, with each passing step, Coco could feel herself getting... aroused?
"D-Don't come any closer!" Coco shut her eyes. "I-I'm not ready for those sort of intimate things right now! Give me a minute to catch my breath!"
"...What the heck are you talking about?" Jaune said in earnest. "Here, you're shaking all over, so why not get properly dressed? Also, I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Coco's eyes shot wide open to see Jaune's face only an inch from hers. Unable to speak, Coco accepted her panties and original pants with Jaune putting his back to her for privacy. When all was said and done, Jaune pointed out that the store had closed early for scheduled cleaning, but the staff for the job wouldn't arrive until another two hours or so.
"I'll..." Jaune tossed the Mistralian pants, which were now stretched beyond repair, into a bin and laughed. "Well, there goes one of my monthly discounts. Granted, I wish I got to try them on before throwing them away."
"...Shut up." Coco pouted cutely and did her best to hide her face from Jaune's cheeky stare.
"All's well that ends well!" Jaune chuckled and delivered a slap to Coco's tushy that made her stand on her tippy toes. "I promise I'll give you a discount on an outfit that fits, sound good?"
Coco crossed her arms and hunched. "Don't ever talk about what happened here, got it?"
"I wouldn't dream of it." Jaune shook his head though the hot blush on his face revealed him to be more embarrassed despite the control in his voice.
Jaune led the way out of the store with Coco close on his heels in case she needed to hide from any curious glances. Luckily, there wasn't a soul to be seen and the journey to Beacon was quiet too. Now within the academy's safe walls, Jaune bid Coco a polite farewell as the fashionista scurried away to her dorm after pinching Jaune's ear.
"Oh, Coco, there you are." Yatsuhashi said with a smile. "Velvet and Fox are in the kitchen, so you're more than welcome to join us for lunch-er, are you alright?"
Coco, her expression unreadable, stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her which ushered Fox and Velvet to join Yatsuhashi with half-eaten plates of spaghetti and meatballs.
Coco didn't bother to answer the knocking on the bathroom door or the voices that echoed behind it. Instead, Coco took off her clothes, turned on the shower, and basked in the hot water that she prayed would wash away the shame from the few hours prior with Jaune.
Coco lowered a hand to her sore rump, that when she looked down at it, had the imprint of Jaune's hand after he'd given it a hard slap. Coco bit her lower lip. She was the one who gave butt pats, not the other way around. However, Coco curled a brow at the appearance of another red mark on her lower left cheek and widened her eyes at the memory behind it.
"For Oum's sake Coco! How fat is your bloody ass?!" Jaune's declaration along with the supposedly sensual physical remark made Coco's face heat up. She... didn't enjoy what Jaune said or did... did she?
"Stop acting crazy." Coco facepalmed and turned off the shower. She grabbed a bottle of shampoo, and gently massaged it through her wet hair. "Jaune's just an innocent boy to the wonders of what happens in a bed between two lovers. Not that I love him, or find him attractive in any sort of way..."
"Or... maybe you simply enjoy putting on a dominant show? While in truth its the other way around, hmm?" Jaune's husky voice tickled Coco's ear as she whipped around to see nothing but the bathroom's white walls.
"D-Don't be stupid!" Coco squinted as some shampoo suds invaded her eyes.
That night, Coco wriggled in her bedsheets, unable to uncover the reasons behind her mixed emotions based around her interactions with the knight of JNPR. The more she contemplated however, she realized that she wouldn't get to the bottom of things unless she had Jaune by her side. Thus, the most popular girl in Beacon, at least it culd be argued as both Pyrrha and Weiss were strong contenders, would find Jaune in the cafeteria the next morning and demand that she join him for as she put it; a private talk behind closed walls.