By unspoken law the seating at Beacon's cafeteria remained fairly static. Despite countless possible permutations, by the first week of freshman year every student had found their spot, and any realignment would keep the gossip mill going for days.
With a commanding view of the courtyard window, the hottest property at Beacon was known as 'the Babe Table' and it had been surrendered without much fuss to its current inhabitants a few years back. There were some comparable lookers scattered across the mess hall, but the raw concentration of sex appeal there strained credulity, and the necks of many a young man. The young women seated there had liked the view of the grounds, and the real estate value of the surrounding tables had shot up for the view of them.
Nestled in the left corner by the window was the mysterious Blake Belladonna, daughter of the Ambassador from Menagerie, a lithe cat faunus with long black hair and amber eyes, which flitted between her book, the courtyard and her tuna casserole.
Next to her was the petite, white haired snow angel from Atlas, Weiss Schnee, Junior Class President and heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, mulling over a spreadsheet with ice blue eyes while she picked at a salad.
Across from her was Yang Xiao Long, homegrown voluptuous Valean, with golden locks, a nasty habit of horrible puns, and several members of her family that could make you disappear, if her temper didn't catch you first.
And sliding into the right corner, using the nearby blonde as a buffer from prying eyes, was Pyrrha Nikos, the red headed goddess of victory, a recent transplant from the Mistrali town of Argus, gold medalist junior heptathlete and favorite for half the track and field events at the upcoming Vytal Games.
The four came from wildly different backgrounds, had different temperaments and different were all fit but played different sports, they were talented in completely different fields. The only thing anyone could guess that they had in common was being really, really good looking, but even then they seemed to play to totally different archetypes- the petite princess, the busty bombshell, the sculpted amazon, the classic beauty. They didn't seem to be competing with each other, though with all them side by side their admirers had eagerly drawn some were differences of opinion, of course, and none of the girls was lacking in any area, but the class consensus (and they had voted on it) was that Yang had the best chest, Blake had the best ass, Weiss had the prettiest face, and Pyrrha had the best body all around.
So what, precisely, did this council of goddesses do every lunch break, as they sat together and bewitched the hearts of mortal men?
They came off the pedestal the world kept putting them on and got to act like normal teenage girls.
"Good play with the oatmeal cookies." Yang said as Pyrrha settled in.
"Thank you." She said. "I wanted to get Ruby something nice, but wasn't sure how to fit it into the game."
"I think you hit that sweet spot between thoughtful and disappointing." Yang said, grinning. Pale imitation of chocolate chip that they were, Ruby could never admit how much she enjoyed them.
"Well, I'll be sure to make it up to her later." Pyrrha said. Ruby was one of the only runners at the school who bothered to train with her anymore, and even if she couldn't quite keep up her company was appreciated. Distance training was a different beast though- the fact that the shorter girl was starting to press her in everything above a mile was… exhilarating. Maybe if Pyrrha hadn't been at Beacon, hell, maybe if Ruby had been allowed to compete against people her own age, they'd be chanting the name Rose at the races. While the younger girl had never made much of their rivalry, Pyrrha hoped that her prank today had been aggravating enough to light a bit of a fire under her, at least for a little while. Keep things interesting.
"Anyone get you, yet?" Yang asked.
Pyrrha sighed. Then she held up a pen. "They gave me this, and then asked for my autograph."
Yang's eyes narrowed. "P-money, you didn't."
The redhead wore a tight smile that didn't reach her eyes. "All in good fun." she said sadly. Yang wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulder.
"The vultures are gonna keep circling until you stop handing out scraps." Yang said sternly.
"I know…" Pyrrha whispered. "I just…"
Yang sighed. "Well, could be worse." she said, looking pointedly at Blake.
Cardin may have been suspended first thing in the morning but that hadn't stopped his goons from passing his message on to his unfortunate mark. Sitting on Blake's neck was a string necklace with a small silver bell that chimed softly every time she moved.
"Why are you still wearing that, anyway?" Yang asked.
Blake sighed, set down her book, and wrapped her fingers around the offending ornament. As she brought it forward to take it off, it rang, and her friends were treated to an audible purr. The silver shined in the light streaming through the window, and Blake's eyes twinkled in delight as it did.
"I love it." She admitted. " I hate that I do, but I do." Much in the same way that she loved fish, or hated dogs, or got, well, catty , when irritated, the shame of the stereotype didn't stop her.
Yang laughed. 'Jokes on you, Cardin, Blake's into that shit.' "And here I thought that faunus jokes were played out."
Weiss rolled her eyes. "Because a box of condoms as a joke gift is so original."
"Hey," Yang protested. " that was the set up for the best pressure flip ever, and I'm not apologizing."
"Did you get anything?" Pyrrha asked.
Yang's put on her best poker face. " I got a rock."
"Really?" Weiss said, not buying it for a second.
"Mhm." Yang mumbled in the affirmative. "A bowl of dry, flakey pebbles. And then I ate them."
"Riveting." Weiss said, going back to her scroll.
Pyrrha cleared her throat, trying to get the white haired girl's attention. "Have you been given your present yet, Weiss?"
The heiress said nothing.
"Come on, Weiss Cream." Yang said, grinning. "Don't hold out on us."
Weiss sighed. "Cynthia Pinkerton," she began, stabbing her fork into the salad, "thought it would be considerate to offer me ultra absorbent pads."
"Your flow can get pretty heavy." Blake noted absentmindedly, turning the page. Weiss turned to her, indignant, and slammed her hands down on the table.
" She doesn't know that!"
Yang took the opportunity to snatch up Weiss's phone while it was unattended. "Let's see what's so much more interesting then the best day of the ye-" the blonde let out a long, low whistle. "Travel plans, Weiss?
The heiress sighed, taking it back. "I'm planning our prom, actually."
"At the ritziest spot in Vale?" Yang asked, eyebrow arched. "Sounds a little over budget."
Weiss cleared her throat. "My proposal will cost Ⱡ67,450,000, including Ⱡ35,000,000 to rent out every room in the Emerald Castle for a night,, Ⱡ10,000,000 for catering and refreshments, Ⱡ5,000,000 for the ball room, Ⱡ2,000,000 for the renting and transportation of entertainment and equipment, Ⱡ450,000 in incidentals and a Ⱡ15,000,000 security to be paid up front and returned to the extent that we do not ruin the place. Against the school provided budget of Ⱡ1,000,000."
Pyrrha sent Weiss a concerned look. "How much are the tickets going to cost?" It didn't matter how nice the venue was if no one could go.
Weiss smiled proudly. "The same as last year's."
Yang raised an eyebrow. "Daddy stepped in?"
Weiss shrugged. "Yes and no. I approached Father and outlined this as an exercise in planning and execution of events. He was willing to provide the start up capital, on the condition that I pay him back in full by the night of the dance."
While that kind of money was pocket change for Jacques Schnee, the unspoken fact that failing such an exercise would not end well for her hung in the air.
"Most hotels have bookings months or years in advance." Blake noted. " Let alone the Emerald Castle. How sure are you that you'll even get it?"
Weiss smirked. "What sort of amateur do you take me for? I set this all up in the first week of highschool."
The blonde across the table let out a low whistle and overenthusiastically reached for Weiss's hand to shake. "Very impressive. But the Junior Class President is the one who gets to plan the prom. How'd you know you'd get the job?
Weiss preened, flicking her ponytail over her shoulder. "Who else was going to get it?"
Yang chuckled.
"Well, we appreciate the effort." Pyrrha said.
"My position is a sacred trust." Weiss said. " Held for the benefit of all our peers at Beacon. I intend to honor that trust." A passionate glimmer entered her eyes. " A girl only gets a handful of truly romantic nights in her life, moments that she can cherish until she's old and gray. Prom is one, and so long as I can help it, no woman at Beacon will have hers end in the back of a car or a seedy motel. We deserve only the best."
Blake began a soft, slow clap.
"Thank you." Weiss replied, bowing graciously.
"Sell it like that and even Ruby might show." Yang said absentminded, picking at her food.
Weiss's eyes took on a manic glint. "I have spent 3 years and risked my future standing so that every one of our peers can enjoy a magical night. If any one of them throws that away, I'll make their life hell ."
Yang could already feel the headaches this was going to cause her. " I'll pass it on." She said, rubbing her temples. "You finished paying for this yet?"
"I'm… 28 million short at the moment." Weiss admitted.
Yang stopped her teasing gestures and Blake put down her book. "Weiss, you only have a couple months-" Pyrrha said.
"I can handle it." Weiss insisted, showing off the spreadsheet. " I have plans."
"Is this the part where she begs for our help?" Yang asked, smirking at Blake.
"Probably." the ravenette replied with a smug grin.
Weiss colored. " I do not beg-"
"Let's see…" Yang said, snatching Weiss's phone over her whining protests. "4 carwashes… " she read, eyes twinkly. " Gonna do those all by yourself?"
"...The school would give volunteers service hours." Weiss said weakly.
Yang grinned. " Weiss-cream, the four of us in bikinis would make 3 times as much Lien and you know it."
Weiss pinched the bridge of her nose as if restraining herself from shouting at a small child. "The Headmaster would never sanction that."
"He might." Yang shot back. Ozpin was a pretty good sport. "But even if he doesn't, what's to stop us from doing it ourselves? It is your project, after all."
"I suppose." Weiss murmured.
Lilac eyes twinkled in excitement. "Oh, what about a racy calendar?" Yang said. "We could use the crew from the yearbook, bring in a girl for each month, try on some cute outfits. Show that to the boys and it'll sell like hotcakes."
"You certainly have a one track mind." Weiss sniped, mentally noting that it was a solid idea.
Yang smirked. "Sex sells." She said.
Weiss sighed. "I'll touch base with Velvet and put together a list of candidates." Not that it would take long- figuring out which girls would bring in top dollar took seconds, and convincing them, not finding them, would be the trouble. "But we're keeping it PG-13."
"Of course." Yang replied, blushing a bit. "I'm a flirt, not a whore."
"Noted." Weiss said. "Now, it would probably be a good idea to theme the outfits and settings to match the different months of the-"
"If we're serious about this-" Blake interrupted. "-then we have to use Pyrrha."
The girls went silent and stared at the faunus girl. The tension in the air was palpable.
"I'd be happy to help." Pyrrha said. "If it's a weekend, I can put in a few hours after practice-"
"That's not what I meant." Blake said dryly. "Business would pick up by word of mouth if people saw Pyrrha or even a 'look alike', but if we market 'the Invincible Girl' as part of the deal we'd be swimming in lien." Amber eyes met ice blue. "And I think Weiss knows that too."
The white haired girl rubbed her shoulder awkwardly as she met Pyrrha's hardening eyes. "Well, I did have a proposal I was going to share with you." She admitted. "Later. One on one."
"You mean you were going to guilt trip her into it when we couldn't stop you." Yang said harshly.
"No!" Weiss protested. " I wasn't going to make her do anything."
Pyrrha's eyes were downcast. "What do you need?" she asked dully.
"W-well" Weiss stammered, "I was going to put on a benefit concert as part of a gala open to Beacon Alumni. Headmaster Ozpin is announcing it at the end of the week, and it would help if you… considered making an appearance."
Weiss was a minor celebrity herself, people would pay good money to hear her sing. But how much would the rabid fans shell out for some face time with Pyrrha Nikos?
"Not that you have to." Weiss said. "I've run the numbers dozens of times, we can still hit our target without-"
"I'll do it."
Yang and Blake looked at the redhead with concern; Weiss did so with a little guilt.
Pyrrha forced out a laugh. "Compared to what you've put on the line, a little extra press isn't much."
"I wouldn't want to take advantage of you." Weiss insisted. "Whatever's left of the security is yours. For rights to your name."
If anything this made Pyrrha feel worse. "I'll contact my manager." she said. "We can work out the details then."
With the mood thoroughly ruined, the girls settled into silently eating their food, Pyrrha picking at her premade meal with notable discomfort as her friends sent her worried glances.
After finishing her salad, Weiss got a brilliant idea to correct course.
"Who are you taking?" She asked mischievously.
"Huh?" Pyrrha murmured caught off guard.
"To prom." Weiss clarified.
Pyrrha equivocated, with a far off look in her eye. "Whoever asks, I suppose."
Weiss shook her head condescendingly. "Men are like lawyers, Pyrrha. They won't ask a question they don't know the answer to. Considering the density of our demographic you'd better pick someone now and start dropping anvil sized hints."
Weiss would be going with Neptune, naturally, and Blake would probably be back together with Sun Wukong by then. Their on and off relationship was as predictable as the tides. Yang… well Yang could smile and wink and have men eating out of her hands, she'd find someone. Pyrrha could too, if she knew what she was doing, but she didn't, and Weiss would be damned if she left her friend alone in the cold.
Pyrrha's gaze drifted across the room as an unbidden smile came to her lips. "I might have someone in mind."
As subtle as the spartan thought she was being, all three friends were able to follow her line of sight immediately. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me."
Pyrrha flushed.
"Please tell me you're looking at Ren." Weiss said.
"I think he'd be better with Blake, actually." Pyrrha muttered, desperate to change the subject.
Yang cut in. "First, Nora would murk both of you if you made a move on her man, even if he doesn't know that. Second, a couple doesn't work when neither of them talk." Blake nonchalantly turned a page in her book. "And third, let the girl like who she likes, Weiss."
"But she deserves so much better than tall, blond and scraggly ."
'Obviously you've never seen him without a shirt.' Pyrrha thought, remembering the happy day she had caught him at the gym with her manager. She sighed longingly 'If only Mr. Branwen had signed that sponsorship deal.'
"What's wrong with him?" Yang asked evenly.
Weiss grimaced. Sure, he was tall, which was a plus, and she would even concede that he was handsome if you pushed her on it, but he was a total dunce. When he wasn't staring off into space he acted like an overgrown child. He wasn't a member of any club or team and kept most of his peers at arms length, and even among friends he seemed a little nervous around women. Weiss loved poise and confidence, and he had about as much of those as he did a fashion sense; the man owned maybe three hoodies and pairs of jeans, none of which even properly fit him.
"He's just so… Jaune ." she said, hoping to convey all her distaste into a single word.
Yang smiled mischievously. " The lady doth protest too much, methinks."
Weiss rolled her eyes. "I'm surrounded by idiots." She muttered. "You take profound literature and you make it stupid, how do you even do that?!"
The truth was, Weiss had been expected to court Jaune one point. After her family had been forced to relocate from Atlas, Jacques had been eager to forge alliances in their new home, and Mason Arc was surprisingly well connected. As fascinated as she was with international business she did not appreciate being put up as collateral. Fortunately, the prize fighter had been indifferent to her father's overtures, but his son had seemed convinced that she kept sitting next to him at dinner parties because she wanted to, and hard clumsily began to pursue her. It had been infuriating.
And while she pitied Jaune for his fate in a 'therefore but the grace of God go I' sort of way, she had no intention of looking the gift horse of being rid of him in the mouth.
She turned to who now seemed to be the most sensible of the bunch, herself excluded. "Blake, please explain to me why Yang is acting like I would ever even consider that buffoon as an option." Weiss said.
The cat faunus sighed, put her bookmark in before setting in down, and she spent the next few moments with her brow furrowed in deep thought.
"Well," she began " l suppose, every once in a while... Jaune does seem to get a certain… intensity to him, which is appealing, in a primal sort of way." Blake conceded. "But it's a once in a blue moon, blink and you miss it sort of thing. The rest of the time..." Blake shrugged, then went back to her book.
"Ahhh." Yang cooed. "Blake and her crippling addiction to edge."
Blake's cat ears drooped a bit as her cheeks got a little rosy. "Fuck off, Yang."
"So," Yang turned to Pyrrha, highly amused. "what's your poison? Convinced that there's some hidden darkness just under that pleasant exterior waiting to pounce and have its wicked way with you?"
"I never said that." Blake protested.
"I've read your books, Blakey." Yang teased. "Even the ones you don't want me to." Then Yang nudged Pyrrha. "Come on. You know I'll get it out of you eventually. Just spill."
Pyrrha's blush deepened. "He's cute." she murmured. "And kind. And he doesn't just see the poster girl." The sad truth was that Pyrrha could count on both hands the people who saw her as 'Pyrrha' and not the Pyrrha Nikos. Jaune was so preoccupied in his own drama that he was only peripherally aware of her achievements.
If Pyrrha found that kind of obliviousness endearing, well, that was her business.
"And that's all you need." Yang said. Then she turned back to Weiss. "Satisfied?"
Weiss was more than ready to drop the matter but couldn't resist taking a parting shot. "If you approve of him so much, why haven't you taken him for a spin?"
It was a fair question. Since they had been at Beacon Yang had dated a dozen boys, although never seriously, with the relationships usually lasting between 2 weeks and 2 months and leaving her no worse for the wear. She could have pretty much anyone she wanted, after all.
"Never gonna happen." Yang said with certainty. "I'm not his type."
Weiss's facial expression whiplashed from vindication to confusion remarkably fast.
The blonde caught her unspoken question and answered it. "Well, he's an ass man, for one thing."
Weiss's eyes narrowed. "How do you kn-"
"How do you not ?" Yang replied incredulously. "It's not hard to follow a guy's eyes. You think I don't notice these-" Yang said, cupping her bosom "getting checked out every couple of minutes? It's happening right now." She said, looking over at the offender with a knowing smirk.
A boy two tables away suddenly became very interested in his plate.
Weiss huffed and reflexively puffed out her much smaller assets.
"I still think my butt game is pretty good." Yang continued, unabashed. "But the three of you are better equipped for him than I am."
Yang had a remarkable talent for delivering compliments which made a person simultaneously flattered and embarrassed beyond belief, and the rest of the table flushed various states of pink as they contemplated the merits of their, well, assets .
Blake was the first to recover. "Guess you'll just have to settle for one of those guys that goes for big boobs."
Yang smiled wanly and let out an exaggerated sigh. "Water, water everywhere, nor any drop to drink." Then she gently slugged Pyrrha on the arm. "Go get your knight in a bunny hoodie, Pyrrha. And when he's putting on the condom, just remember that Mama Yang was watching out for ya."
Pyrrha chuckled, before staring back at the RNJR table. Weiss was trying to work out the logistics for the inevitable double date with Blake that the dark haired girl was insisting would not happen, but Yang was able to see the fantasizing gleam fade into worry as Pyrrha's green eyes shifted just to Jaune's right.
'Ruby.'
The silver eyed girl was talking animatedly about some subject or another, gesturing wildly, while the older boy followed her movements, making the occasional wisecrack. It would seem like a one sided conversation, but Jaune must have been drifting into a mood and it was obvious from his posture even dozens of feet away that she was pulling him out of it.
"...Ruby and Jaune are just friends, right?" Pyrrha asked anxiously.
Yang shrugged. " Ask her." she said. " All I can tell you is that she does say that a lot."
Jaune made some remark that had Ruby smile so brightly that it shined across the room. Pyrrha felt a pit of lead forming in her stomach.
She looked down at her clasped hands. " I don't know if I can-"
"Pyrrha." Yang interrupted. " Ruby has had years to make a move if she wanted to. Either she really doesn't, or you throwing your hat in the ring is just the kick in the ass she needs. Just shoot your shot."
"I wouldn't want to get in between them-"
"Are you worried, or are you looking for an excuse?" Yang asked sharply. " Sure you can just reject yourself , skip the embarrassment. But you'll always wonder." Yang looked Pyrrha dead in the eyes. " I promise you, if Jaune isn't into you, you'll figure it out real quick. At least then you'll know. And, " she added '' however Ruby feels about him, she does not like being coddled."
Pyrrha thought of the girl who had taken every loss from her in stride, who had always given a kind word and pushed Pyrrha forward, even when it might have helped her not to. " I just can't see her fighting me over him."
Yang smirked. " You've never seen Ruby call dibs ."
The group continued talking about several lighter subjects for a few minutes, 'You've been deadlifting with Nora?' 'A little. If you drop the weight at the top it helps build explosive speed without adding too much mass.' when a growing commotion spread through the cafeteria as the break neared its end.
The girls got up and made their way over, slipping past most of the crowd, many of whom were happy to make way, though the last few rows near the action stood as a solid barrier.
A young man with dark blue hair and a letterman jacket was confronting a dirty blonde slip of a girl clad in light pink and purple. In the girls hands was a sheer pair of lingerie.
"Come on." Sky jeered. "I got it just for you. Aren't you going to try it on?"
Lavender shook like a leaf in the breeze. "M-m-maybe later." she said.
"I think right now sounds good." he said, with a dark edge in his voice.
Blake glowered. Gag gifts were supposed to be in good fun, but like many things it could get way out of hand. Cornering a girl with a crowd and demanding she strip was low even by Beacon standards.
Weiss looked indignant, but she was more bark than bite and the petite girl couldn't exactly muscle her way through the spectators. Yang and Pyrrha, 5'7 and 5'8 respectively, had considerably more strength, and Blake was fairly agile, so they had better chances, but it would still take a concerted effort to move in against an uncooperative mass. Blake looked to the two to silently confirm the plan.
She wasn't surprised by the coldness in Yang's eyes; she was surprised to see it directed at Lavender Arc.
The youngest Arc daughter was actually 7 months older than Ruby, but she didn't look it. At 4'9 and 75lbs soaking wet, she was the tiniest person at Beacon- her parents used to joke that there just wasn't much more Arc to go around by the time she was born. She had grown up hiding behind her bigger and stronger siblings, but Azora wasn't likely to step in, and Jaune-
The crowd suddenly parted as a blond mass slammed through and knocked Sky to the ground.
As both men fell to the floor, a familiar pair of cobalt eyes met Lavender's, and then darted to the gap in the wall of bodies he had just made.
' Run. '
Lavender hesitated for just a moment, blinking back tears as she left her brother to his fate. Again.
Sky rose to his feet, dazed, with the blond effortlessly following him.
"What the fuck!" Sky said. "Who's got a death wish!?" He turned around.
Jaune smiled disarmingly. "Sorry." He said. " I tripped."
Sky stared disbelievingly. "You tripped ." he said. " On what?"
Jaune shrugged, something dangerous flickering on his face. "Lotta trash in the cafeteria."
Sky growled. He felt dozens of eyes on him, all watching his next move.
"Bet you 1000 this is over in less than 10 seconds."
"Hah. Sucker's bet."
It should be easy to pummel the clutz, and even if it was an accident he deserved it, but Sky hesitated. The oversized hoodie revealed nothing, but whatever hit him had hit him hard. And Jaune stood there, oblivious to the lopsided odds, still with that stupid grin. He wasn't cowering, he wasn't even putting a guard up. He just stood there, unconcerned.
No, that wasn't right. If you looked closely, there was a little glint in his eye, a restless energy in his stance. Sky had seen that look once before, when the varsity squad tried to haze Cardin back in freshman year. It hadn't ended well for them.
Sky was saved by the bell.
"Whatever." He growled, walking off to class.
Only he caught the blond's disappointment.
Mr. Xiao Long hated Jaune's guts.
It had seemed out of proportion when he was 5, a burning adult passion directed at a small child. Then again, there weren't any other 5 year olds his youngest called 'daddy'.
After a dozen years Jaune had stopped being fazed by it, even taking some amusement at the twinge of dislike Tai showed every time his fellow blond darkened his doorstep. Which now happened every 7th period.
Yang sat to his left while Ruby sat to his right. Yang had fewer classes with him and sat with her friends in most of the ones they shared, but the entertainment value of her father's reaction to both girls flanking the Arc outweighed whatever distance had come between them.
"Today." Tai began. "We'll continue reading the Saga of Orleans. It is one of the oldest works we have from ancient Vale. To make sure no one gets out of reading, we'll go sonnet by sonnet in alphabetical order." He suddenly got a shit eating grin on his face, his eyes darted right past Jaune and over his eldest daughter's shoulders.
"Blake." He said, gesturing to the girl.
Jaune kept his poker face, but he was fighting back a smirk. 'If you want to slight me by getting me out of work, be my guest.'
Blake cleared her throat and began speaking in a rhythmic chant. Honestly, she was one of the better people for this sort of thing- she didn't speak often but she did so clearly and passionately, actually putting some effort into bringing the work to life.
"Scion of the saviors who both gods and fate adore,
Why do you shirk your duty, and renounce your rich reward?
The cow continues grazing, and the sheep will still be shorn,
The laborers and slaves will toil soil without scorn,
But you who stand above them,
With your head up in the clouds,
Would leave it all abandoned
To the ashes and the shroud.
The price in blood the gods demand,
Shall never not be paid,
The harem girls you dare to spare,
With lesser men shall lay.
The symphony of centuries soured by a single chord,
For how survives a Kingdom when a sword is not a sword?"
"Nicely done." Tai praised. "What does it mean?"
Blake looked decidedly less pleased than when she was allowed to just read. "At the end of Sonnet 19, the God of Darkness appeared before Prince Límon, who had chosen a monastic life and renounced his title in disgust after witnessing the Massacre of Castillon. In the wider context of the Saga as a whole, it is a rejoinder to embrace the chains of being and honor the gods."
"Pretty much." Tai said. "The ancients were buzzkills. Whatever you were born as, that was what you were meant to be forever. If you started out shoveling shit, you just had to deal with it. Getting another job would be like having water run uphill; basically flipping of the cosmos. The royals job was to keep everyone else in line… but what happens when the boss decides to quit his job?"
Nora chuckled. "Things get fun."
Tai grinned back. "Precisely. And the Gods can't have that. Mortals start doing what they want and pretty soon everything goes to hell."
Jaune zoned out as the class discussion continued. He had paid close attention a couple of books back, he remembered the graphic description of dismembered bodies, the rivers of blood, the wails of mothers as their children's heads were dashed against the rocks. The prince saying 'fuck it' and bailing had been one of the rare heroic moments of the rotten affair and it was all just a set up for this. Know your role, be what you're meant to be, don't ask questions and don't get cold feet. Every minute of every hour of every day. Sounded like a nightmare.
'I liked the part with the harem girls.'
Jaune sighed internally. 'Fuck off, dude.'
"Hey." Tai said, snapping his fingers an inch from Jaune's face.
Jaune grimaced. Half the class was already laughing as the older man stared him down.
"What?" he asked.
"What were we talking about just now?" Tai asked.
Jaune drew a blank for a moment, but he caught Yang tapping the header on her own page out of the corner of his eyes.
"We were talking about the poetic form of the sonnet." Jaune drawled. "And how the Orleans Saga was passed down orally with a bastardized version, which had the same number of lines but looser syllable and rhyme schemes, and how unusual it was for an epic poem to be broken up in a way usually reserved for self contained-"
Mr. Xiao Long's disappointment was palpable.
Back when he had first been kicked out, he had been allowed to couch surf at the Xiao Long residence for 2 days before Tai had dragged Qrow into the mess. He was pretty open about not trusting a teenage boy at home with his girls, and while Jaune had resented it at the time, now, when he could barely keep his hands off them in public… he kinda got it. And if his own father had come to the same conclusion, which Jaune increasingly suspected he had, well, who was he to fault Tai?
In a strange sort of way, Jaune respected Taiyang. Like his brother-in-law he was gruff and well built- slightly shorter than Qrow but noticeably bulkier, with big arms and a barrel chest. He was one of the only men he had ever seen who wasn't intimidated in the presence of his father, and he was a good protector and provider for his family. He was firm but casual with his students, he knew his stuff, other people seemed to think he was fun. Even the fact that he seemed instinctively attuned to Jaune's demons was a sort of relief- the boy felt secure that someone could keep him in check, should he slip.
Still, the potshots got old after a while and his class could never end quickly enough.
Jaune waved goodbye to his friends as Mr. Xiao Long let his daughters know he could take them home after practice today. Nora and Ren had other rides home too- less temptation for him.
Spending the day sitting down had given him plenty of time to rest, and his urges were flaring back up with a vengeance. For a moment, he considered just skiving off Gift Giving and heading home. Instead, he made his way to the photography room.
Velvet Scarlatina was a senior and the head of the Yearbook Committee, as well as the Valedictorian and a gifted gymnast, with a svelte body to match. The girl had a photographic memory and sharp senses, so as she heard footsteps approach her room on today, of all days, she braced herself for the inevitable.
Only to exhale in relief as Jaune walked in the door. "It's you, then?" She asked, standing up to greet him.
Velvet also had the distinction of technically being the tallest girl in the school, but that was only if you counted the long, brown rabbit ears that let the world know she was a faunus. Counting them she was nearly as tall as him; ignoring them she lost nearly a foot. Her appearance otherwise was that of a normal, if unusually comely, human girl, with long, straight brown hair that stopped just above a cute, pert rear, with toned, slender legs, a tight tummy, creamy white skin and dark brown eyes and-
"What did you get?" She asked with a warm smile.
'Keep it together.' He told himself.
Getting Velvet was difficult, and not just because she was on his top 10 'Girls Most Likely to Break Me' list. Velvet was a faunus without the diplomatic immunity Blake enjoyed. The amount of shit she put up with amazed him. They weren't close, but he had been referred to her for tutoring a few times. She had been unfailingly patient even as her presence made 'studying' incredibly problematic and the two were still cordial when they saw each other. While she was on the shy side and he was socially awkward, she even seemed to enjoy his company.
So having to pull a prank on her was delicate business. Velvet had been on the receiving end of some of the worst gifts in the school's history. Her freshman year she had been given a one-way ticket to Menagerie, sophomore year she had been offered a collar with the words 'teacher's pet' etched in (given by another faunus, believe it or not) and in junior year her 'present' had been a scrapbook of incredibly unflattering pictures and messages, half of which were her crying.
So, while it had to have some joke to it, Jaune had decided to lean into the 'gift' and not the 'gag'.
"Here." he teased." A cute bunny for the cute bunny." Reaching into his bag and taking out a gourmet chocolate rendition of Pumpkin Pete.
'Shouldn't have said cute.' he scolded himself.
He could feel the shadow rolling his eyes. 'Pussy.'
He had put a lot of thought into it. The gift played on her faunus trait, but the pumpkin infusion with the chocolate was a surprisingly good combination. Difficult to make, but Dorothy was an artist for the right price, and putting a smile on the sweet girl's face was worth it.
It didn't come. "Thanks." she whispered tightly, gripping the box with trembling hands. Her ears were drooping down, and her bangs were covering her eyes. "You can go now."
Jaune didn't need to be a social butterfly to recognize the slight quiver that had entered her voice, or to figure out why she had stopped looking him in the eye.
"It's just a joke, Velv-"
"-Well, maybe I'm sick of being the punchline!" she shouted, before covering her hands with her mouth and fighting back sobs.
'I am not in the mood for crying bitches.' a dark voice muttered in the back of his head. He ignored it.
It wasn't like he hadn't dealt with his fair share of crying. He'd had seven sisters and girls as his childhood best friends, even if they only ever got dirt in their eyes, seriously, don't question it. He'd usually found hugging to be an excellent tactic… but he didn't trust himself to do that anymore.
Wet tears hit the ground.
Velvet started as strong arms wrapped around her.
'Aw yeah, now we're talking.'
'Quiet, you.' Jaune scolded. "Velvet, what's wrong?"
"I'm fine." She whimpered. "Just let me go."
"Not until you tell me." He said firmly, drawing soothing circles on her back.
"I-I'm just being stupid." she said.
Jaune held her until she composed herself enough to push him away. " I love my ears," she began. "but I hate the way people act because of them. Like I'm different, like I'm a freak."
"...Even if they're buying you chocolate?" Jaune asked.
Velvet laughed bitterly. " Even then. It's… all anyone ever sees. No girl likes being reminded how funny looking other people think she is. Especially not by-" she cut herself off.
"...what?"
Velvet sighed. "Forget it." She said.
"But I don't think your ears look funny." Jaune insisted. "I said they were cute."
Velvet looked at him with doe eyes as her face went pink.
"Right...you… you did."
"Almost as cute as this little guy." He said, shoving the confection in her face.
"Jaune." She said irritably. "Stop it."
"But how can you be mad at something so sweet and adorable?" he said, pitching his voice high. "It's Pumpkin Pete! The most scrumptious treat you'll ever eat."
Velvet's lips twitched upwards.
"You're smiling." Jaune said playfully. "Does that mean we can be friends?"
Velvet was openly grinning at this point. "Nope. We're mortal enemies now, mister." She teased, poking his chest with an outstretched finger and sending another tingle up his spine. "You'd better watch yourself."
'Why do all these women keep touching me?'
'...Come on, dude. You can't be that dense."
"Hey rabbit!" A voice called.
Velvet's newfound cheer left as quickly as it had arrived.
"Yes, Sky?" She said irritably.
The blond and blunet looked each other over in surprise, each remembering the scuffle and near miss a few hours back. Sky caught the box in Velvet's hand, and rolled his eyes.
"Coach Mulberry wants to go over footage from the big game back in 36, and I can't find it." He said.
"Then keep looking." Jaune said. Sky ignored him.
"You yearbook geeks are the only other ones with access to the film room." He said. "One of you must have moved it. Why don't you make yourself useful and find it?"
Velvet sighed. "I'll get right on it."
She moved to follow the blunet, but Jaune tagged along. As the faunus girl made eyes at him he smiled reassuringly. "Bet you we find it in 20 seconds." he whispered. The girl giggled.
Jaune didn't need to tag along for this. But he didn't trust Sky alone with Velvet.
'Getting territorial? That's a start.'
The film storage room was small and cramped. Getting three people in seemed like a stretch. Which is why Sky stayed out in the hallway.
"If I was going to get it," He said. "what the fuck would I need you for?" Jaune rolled his eyes and followed Velvet into the musty room.
'Not a smart idea, turning your back to this prick.' His shadow warned him, as he started looking.
'He's not dumb enough to start anything.' Jaune replied.
Most of the storage space was taken up by various cameras, and some dvds, although almost everything was digital by this point. There was still a shelf full of old film reels, and for whatever reason the coach got nostalgic sometimes, and liked to whip out the old fashioned project. As Jaune looked around, Velvet approached the clearly labeled stack.
"This is where it should be." Velvet said to herself. "But it's missing. Someone else must have taken it."
"Well the coach doesn't have it, so keep looking."
Velvet walked over to the far edge of the room, and caught something out of the corner of her eye. She stood up on her tiptoes, reaching for a reel on the top shelf.
The blond's breath caught. 'You know.' Jaune thought to himself. 'this girl just might have the nicest legs-'
The door slammed shut. The room went dark.
"Happy Gag Gift day!" Sky laughed, walking away with a skip his step.
Jaune's hand reflexively went to the door handle. It didn't move.
'That's twice that fucker's got on my bad side.'
"The door locks from the outside." Velvet said, depressingly unsurprised by the whole situation. Then she took out her phone. "I'll see if I can get a signal."
As Velvet maneuvered around the cramped space, Jaune was kicking himself.
'I told you it was coming! Why don't you ever just fucking listen?!'
'Because you're a misogynistic sociopath.'
'I'm you, dumbass!'
'Well, that's a pleasant thought.'
Jaune's inner dialogue (monologue) was interrupted by a new flash of emotion on Velvet's face, which glowed softly in the dim light of her screen.
"...Sorry you're stuck here with me." Velvet murmured.
His eyes automatically scanned her body over. 'I can think of worse places to be.'
"It's not your fault." Jaune said. "It's...probably mine, actually." Velvet's features rose, curious. "I might have gotten into a little bit of a tussle with Sky, earlier."
"Jaune." She chided. "You shouldn't engage with him."
"He was harassing my sister." Jaune shot back. "Those goons only pull that crap because they don't think anyone will do anything about it. I did something."
If Jaune was expecting further objections, he was surprised. Velvet just got a strange, faraway look in her eyes.
"...What'd I say?" Jaune
"Just thinking about how nice it would be to have you around a bit more." Velvet confessed, before blinking and walking it back. "O-or someone l-l-like you, I mean, you know, just to-" she stammered.
"Thanks." Jaune replied. " You're not bad company yourself."
The two settled into a companionable silence as they weighed their options for escape. The phones were a bust, and the minutes were ticking by. 'Guess getting to work on time is fucked.' Jaune thought. 'Qrow's never going to let me hear the end of that.'
"Can you listen for footsteps outside?" Jaune asked hopefully. "We can pound on the door to get some attention."
"Maybe." Velvet said. "But these walls are pretty thick, and the door is as well, so I'd have to focus, and even then, this room's out of the way. It could be days before anyone else pops by." With no food, no water, no bathroom… and painfully worn self control.
"Sky wouldn't leave us here for that long." Jaune said, trying to convince himself.
Velvet didn't seem hopeful. Her kissable lips were pursed in thought. Jaune wondered if she could hear his heart pounding.
He had to get out of here.
'You could just bash the door down.'
He shook his head. That would raise too many questions, and he didn't-
Something soft pressed against his chest.
"Velvet." he breathed out. "...What are you...?"
The brown haired girl slipped her arms right past him, using her phone as a flashlight while she looked past his body to the shelf behind him.
"If we find something small and sharp I can use it to pick the lock." Velvet said.
"You… know how to do that?" Jaune asked, as small, sharp nipples brushed against his torso.
"No better time to learn." She said, nudging him to the side as her hair whipped into nose, filling his nostrils with the flowery scent of her shampoo.
"I don't think that's a good idea." Jaune said, forcing his body to inch away from her. There was nowhere to run in here, and every time her search shifted she brushed her tantalizing body against his.
She turned to face him. "Why not?"
Velvet's eyes widened as she looked into cold blue orbs, dark with desire.
She let out a squeak as he grabbed her by the ass and lifted her mouth to his.
"Jau-hhhmmmmm."
As the girl was swept off her feet, she locked her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, trying to steady herself. For a moment Jaune thought she might resist. Instead, as soon as the shock wore off she began clumsily kissing back, clinking their teeth together. Sensing opportunity, he pushed his tongue through her parted lips and began ravishing the inside of her mouth.
He could feel the reverberations of her moans as her body began moving against his, creating a delicious friction. He pushed his hips forward, erection poking her in the core and pinning her between a wall of muscle and a wall of rock.
Keeping one hand on her shapely rear, the other began snaking its way up her stomach, unbuttoning her shirt as it went. Velvet's tongue timidly began pressing against his own, desperate for contact and eager to please.
Minutes later, they parted. Velvet looked at the thin strand of spit connecting their lips, breathless. "What are we doing?" she whispered, moving her head to give him better access to her neck.
Jaune smirked lasciviously. "Just enjoying each other's company." he said, peppering kisses down her exposed skin from her chin down to her collarbone.
"...This is happening too fast." she protested half heartedly, though her 'fuck me' eyes weren't helping her case. " I don't think we should-"
"Velvet." he whispered, cupping her cheek with something that was almost tenderness. "Do you trust me?"
She stared at him, eyes wide and cheeks pink. Then she leaned in, nodding, and their lips met.
'Your mistake.' He thought darkly. Then he undid the final button.
Velvet's breasts sprung free- perky little B-cups. They weren't the biggest around; if Jaune had to guess, they were about the same size as Ruby's. Since Velvet was half a head taller than the petite little silver, they seemed smaller by comparison, but her slender build made them pop out against the faint ridge of her ribs; they rose and fell enticingly with every eager pant she made.
"Don't look." she whined, futilely trying to move her arms and cover up. Her stud stopped her.
"You've got nice tits, Velv." Jaune said, watching the girl flush red all the way down her neck.
'Gods, this is almost too easy.'
"You don't have to say that." Velvet whined. " I know they're not-"
"-How about I show you just how much I like them?" Jaune said huskily.
"Wha-aaaaahhhh." Velvet whimpered, as his left hand palmed one tit while his mouth covered the other.
'Sensitive little things, aren't they.' he thought, humming in pleasure as he lightly bit down on Velvet's nipple. Velvet's hot breath was hitting his neck as she began nibbling on his earlobe. Her faint moans and whimpers drove him crazy.
"So, do you get it on with every guy who gets you in a dark room?" Jaune teased.
Velvet actually pushed back a little at that. "Of course not!" She said. "I'm not some kind of scarlet woooo-."
The blond slipped his right hand under his bitch's pants and made his way under her knickers, fingertip curling into the girl's sopping wet cunt. "Seems like an eager slut to me." Velvet squeezed around his finger like a hot, wet vice. "Gods, you are tight." He said.
"You're the first-" she said, blushing and panting, "I mean I...ooohhh, I've never ...done this... before… ooh Jaune!"
Jaune's heart stopped. For a moment, he'd wanted to confess that this was his first time too; it might be all the more special to share that experience, with all the love and care and-
-no. He certainly didn't act like a virgin, and he wouldn't waste valuable time convincing an awestruck slut that he was when he could be deflowering her.
"Then I guess that makes you my slut." he said, kissing down her stomach as he grabbed her waistband and slipped her pants and panties down to her ankles.
His thoughts were clear as he moved closer and closer to Velvet's pussy. Everything about it was driving him wild. The puffy pink lips, the little strip of hair at the top that proved the carpet matched the drapes, and the scent. Velvet's legs had begun to tremble as nectar flowed from her lips down to her thighs.
"Gods, you are soaked , babe." he growled.
Velvet tried squeezing her legs together, but Jaune was having none of it. Two firm hands made their way to the juncture between her hips and thighs, and pushed the lovely things apart for his full viewing pleasure. "It's your fault." she whined.
Jaune grinned. "Does that mean you want me to stop."
Brown eyes met blue, widened in anguish. "Don't do it." Velvet whispered.
Jaune arched an eyebrow. "Do what?"
"...Don't make me…"
Something burned in the back of his head. 'Stop!' it cried. 'If you lay another finger on her, I swear to any and every god there is I will-"
"Don't make me say it." She whimpered.
The voice went quiet.
"Say what?" Jaune went devilishly, doing his best impression of her accent. "How much your cute little cunny wants my fat cock?"
Velvet nodded.
"Well, I dunno." he said, voice getting low. " I wouldn't do anything you didn't want." To increase the pressure, he began making little love bites up and down her thighs, lapping up stray streams of sweat and nectar as she whimpered.
"Do you want me to stop?" He said, stopping just sort of her quivering cunt, leaving the girl on the edge of ecstasy.
"Nah-n..n...nooo."
"Then tell me what you want." He said, his lips a fraction of an inch away from hers.
Velvet broke.
"I want you to take my cunny!" She cried. "With your fingers, your tongue, your mouth… whatever you want! I need it so ba-"
The Arc moved in on her cunt like he was greeting a long lost friend. They had catching up to do.
The stud kissed her clit and the helpless little slut became incoherent.
Going down on someone was often described as a submissive move, and many times it was, but as Velvet's hips were pinned to the wall and her mind was reduced to mush, she didn't feel particularly in control. Jaune, meanwhile, wasn't letting his partner's inexperience distract him. He had heard plenty of rumors and tips, and he'd dreamed of exactly this scenario hundreds of times, and now it was time to put his money where his mouth was.
Back on from the clit for a while, Jaune's fingers began exploring the soft inner walls of Velvet's folds, searching for that little almond sized spot in the front-
"G-g-g-g-g-aaaaahhhh!" she cried, fluids rushing into his mouth.
It was an acquired taste, but the look of bliss on her face wasn't. "Did you just cum?" He asked.
Velvet's dazed expression told him all he needed to know.
But, he wasn't one to rest on his laurels. If he could make her cum once…
Velvet's mind went blank.
Jaune was watching testing out every trick he could think of, sticking with what worked, dropping what didn't, watching her reactions carefully. His cock throbbed. His own pleasure was one thing... but to know just how to touch someone to turn their legs to jelly, seeing all but the most primal parts of someone come undone with a single stroke… it was magnificent.
Velvet was biting one of her knuckles, trying to hold back the beautiful little sounds that betrayed her every weakness. The other hand was in his hair, affectionately stroking his scalp as she begged him to keep going.
A finger drifted over her asshole and the lightest pressure made her gasp.
"N-not back there." Velvet begged. "It's dirty."
Jaune complied. For now.
Instead he focused his attention back on his favorite hole.
He had already driven Velvet to the brink several times by this point. Might as well try out the classics.
He began moving his tongue in a familiar pattern.
….
The squirming slut at his mercy seemed to enjoy it well enough, but it didn't seem to be the knock out punch that he was looking for. Then he decided to have some fun.
Y
Velvet went crazy.
The faunus bucked her hips wildly, screaming his name so loud he was amazed no one had come by to check on them.
"JAAAAAAAUUUUNNNNEEEEE. It's too goooood! Oh my god, I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!"
'A squirter and a screamer.' He thought proudly, watching as her slender body convulsed in uncontrollable jolts of pleasure.
He looked up into Velvet's face to admire his handiwork. That had been the most wild reaction he had gotten out of her so far.
Her eyes were dilated, but tear streaks, both of pleasure and pain, marred her features. Her face was red with shame.
"I-I can't believe you- c-called me that-"
Jaune met her eyes. "You… understood?"
Velvet nodded, panting over every word. "Alphabet… felt good… remembered...your letters."
Of course. Fucking photographic memory.
"Is that really how you see me?" She said, consciousness returning. "Just as some exotic toy? Some novelty?"
'Yes.'
'No.'
Jaune stood up, cupping Velvet's chin and bringing her gaze into his.
"I look at you." He said. " And I see a beautiful woman. Inside and out. Head to toe." Gently, he ran a finger up and down the length of an ear. "Every part of you, every inch of you… mine ."
Velvet's eyes darkened at the last word.
"Besides, isn't that what you are?" he teased. "A beautiful fuck bunny?"
Velvet's lips quivered. "No." she said, softly but with a growing conviction. "... yours."
Something in her voice, in her eyes, made his heart swell and break at the same time. He saw the way she was looking at him now… and it was wrong. It was all wrong for her. He couldn't be what she saw. Not for Velvet… not for anyone.
Jaune went back down. "Before we switch things up, there's one more thing I wanna try."
He could feel Velvet's heart pounding with trepidation. The girl had been driven to climax so many times that she could barely stand, but her body was practically primed for it now. She moaned as he began probing her dripping slit. She tensed, as that light but dangerous pressure from early came back
"What are you…"
Jaune smirked. "Just testing out something I learned at camp." Then he sent 3 fingers up.
"OHMYGODOHMYGODOWMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODDDDDDDDDD!"
Two for the pink, one for the stink.
Velvet collapsed into his arms as he gently guided her down to her knees.
Seeing her tongue lolling out, he set his fingers on its soft, wet pad. (The front ones, he wasn't a psychopath.)
"Like the taste?" He asked. "I do."
Velvet could only groan weakly.
Ah well. 'My turn.' Jaune thought.
As Velvet recovered from the post orgasmic haze, she was treated to the sight of her mate stripping off his hoodie, corded muscle rippling with every little move.
Her mate. Her stud. Her everything. The thought was automatic, and a pleasant fire pooled in her belly. As thoroughly used as her cunt was, as weak as her legs still were,she still rubbed her thighs together eagerly. Even on the brink of exhaustion, she had one overriding concern. To serve him. To please him. To give him a fraction of the pleasure he gave her. To keep those wonderful eyes on her for just a little longer.
Insecurities ate away at her. She hadn't told many people about the crush she had been nursing on the younger blond. If Coco was going to rib her for being a 'cradle robber' just because there was a handsome boy that even occasionally bothered with her, then the others would be merciless. This was one thing they would never touch. Even if she never would either.
But then she did. One second she was agonizing about being alone with him, and the next he was kissing her, and saying all these wonderful things and… and she couldn't hope to match him. He was too good… he had to have done this before, with better, prettier girls. Even if he kept mostly to himself, she had seen the women in his orbit- there was someone far more striking then Velvet within arms reach at all times. She couldn't compete.
Velvet watched with fear and hope as the stud unclasped his belt buckle. She was terrified that he would realize just how clueless she was. But she couldn't back out now. Even if she had no idea what she was doing, she would give him her best, give him everything, do whatever she could to-
SMACK!
A massive slab of man meat struck Velvet in the face. It was as long as her ears, and thicker than her wrist. Testicles the size of tennis balls bobbed eagerly below a tanned shaft as hard as steel, and a massive glob of white precum sat at the end of his light purple crown.
Jaune was not playing fair. Velvet's faunus heritage made her especially sensitive to pheromones, so cockslapping her in the face and smearing his sweat and musk all over her was liable to short circuit the poor girl.
"Th-that goes … inside?" She asked. Gods, if he could do this much with just his fingers-
"And babies come out." He said casually. "I'm big, but I'm not that big."
Intercourse would never be as strenuous as childbirth, but taking his cock was a fine warm up for his broodmares.
Velvet leaned forward in a hypnotic trance and gave his member a tender kiss.
Jaune grabbed her head approving, giving her a gentle pat as he pulled her forward.
"Good girl." He groaned.
If Velvet still had any of her wits about her she would be infuriated at the implication that she was just some human's obedient little pet.
It was the greatest compliment she'd ever gotten.
Slowly, hesitantly, she began brushing her lips down his length as she wrapped her dainty hands around his shaft as best as she could. Jaune gave gentle groans of approval as he continued to stroke her hair, her cheek, her ears. Finally she made it down to his bulbous sack. Her eyes widened in determination.
"Velvet!" Jaune grunted, as she brought as much of a ball as she could into her mouth and started worshiping it.
She let it slide out with a satisfying pop.
"Keep using your tongue." He'd ordered. Velvet nodded eagerly, and began a long, slow lick from the base to the tip.
What the girl lacked in technique she more than made up for in enthusiasm. The look of obsessive devotion in her eyes, the deft little flickers of her tongue. So pretty, so eager to please. He could work with this.
As she reached his tip she began smearing the growing white bead across his crown, lapping it up with abandon. 'Sharp. Pungent. Salty. Sweet.' she thought, humming in delight.
Jaune's grip became a little tighter as she kissed the edge of his cock.
"Suck it." He ordered.
Velvet paled slightly at the request. If she couldn't get her hands around him, how was he supposed to fit in her mouth?
Jaune pulled her forward, slowly, giving her time to adjust as his rod plugged her lips like a cork.
He winced slightly. "Watch the teeth."
Velvet opened her mouth just a little wider, blinking back tears as she made her way past the crown. She stopped short about 4 inches down, breath becoming shallow.
Her eyes met her stud's, pleading. 'I can't do it. I'm so sorry, I can't-
Jaune tucked a strand of stray hair behind her ear. "You know how you get to the Vytal Festival, Velvet?" He asked.
She breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled her back up. Only to slam her down even further than she had been before.
"Practice."
The next few minutes were a blur. Jaune had bunched up her hair into a ponytail and was using it as a handle to guide her forward, rewarding her with lavish praise as she advanced, but never letting her fall back a millimeter. As the blond took more and more control the brunette found her hands drifting downward, fingering herself furiously as her master fucked her throat.
One of Jaune's hands began mauling her breasts. Her scalp stung. Her vision was a blur. Velvet's mouth was so full, her jaw so tired, her nose so filled with his scent that she didn't think she could breath. The pain and pleasure began rising in a familiar tide throughout her body.
'No.' She thought weakly. 'Not me. Not before him.'
Velvet let out a haggard moan as her fluids covered the floor.
Sensing that something was wrong, Jaune stopped moving. The faunus girl's eyes were glazed over and her chest was desperately rising and falling as she let herself slip further and further away from his base. He looked at where the ring of spit had stopped.
7 inches, about. That was as much as she could handle. 'Considering that this might have been the first time she'd ever seen a dick, I ought to be a bit more forgiving.' The girl was in a hazy state, barely conscious, choking on his cock. Velvet had done all she could. If he pushed her any further he'd either suffocate her or dislocate her jaw.
'But she does have a perfect hole to finish in.' He thought savagely. Enough appetizers. Time for the main course.
Jaune wrenched Velvet off him, strands of frothy white spit connecting the pair. And Velvet knelt there, looking up at him with such an intense affection that it warmed even the darkest corners of his heart. It was a perfect picture.
Light blinded the pair. The door flung open, hiding the flash of a camera.
"Woah!" Sky laughed. "Jauney boy, I didn't think you had it in ya! Tamed that bitch in what, an hour?"
Suddenly the rest of Velvet came back. The reality of her situation, what she had just done, who had just seen, hit her like a truck.
Jaune scowled at the ruffian.
"You finished?" Sky asked, refusing to look at the other man's package.
Jaune tucked his cock back in his pants, before bending over to pick up his hoodie. "For now." he said, disgust rolling off his tongue in waves.
He was disgusted. Jaune had been caught with her and he was disgusted.
Velvet's heart shattered.
Feeling like a deer in headlights, all she could do without bursting into tears was raise her arm to shield her chest and privates from the intruder's prying eyes.
"Nuh-uh-uh." Sky said, waving the incriminating screen in her face. "For a mutt, you've actually got a half decent bod. So, if you don't want this to get around the whole school, you can make dick a regular part of your diet-"
Faster than Sky could see his phone shattered in his hand, metal and plastic fragments piercing his skin.
Before he could get out a scream Jaune slammed his knee into the smaller boy's sternum, breaking the nearby ribs and knocking the air out of his lungs. Sky collapsed bonelessly, but before he could hit the ground the blond caught him by the neck and wrenched him up with a single arm.
This was the top of the food chain? Pathetic.
Without even the slightest struggle the boy was pinned up against the wall with his feet off the ground and no air entering his lungs. For several seconds, he waited for the blond to release him and end the fight.
He didn't.
Eyes widening in fear, Sky began furiously kicking and grabbing, trying to break Jaune's grip. It was like a light breeze rolling off a skyscraper.
"That's strike 3, Sky." Jaune said, watching the life drain from the bully's eyes. "You're out."
Jaune was distracted by something pushing into his side, blabbering hysterically. His eyes darted down to see Velvet's face contorted in shock and horror.
"Stop it!" She cried. "You'll kill him."
Jaune looked at Sky one last time, as his face turned blue as his hair and his eyes began to roll up into his head.
He dropped him.
Sky let out a pained, desperate gasp for air as he hit the ground, wheezing.
Ignoring Velvet, Jaune knelt down to the bully's level.
"You get one warning." He said, without a trace of emotion. "If you ever cross me or mine, ever make me waste another second of my attention on your miserable life, I will be very unhappy."
Sky began to speak, but it came out as a raspy croak. He protectively raised his hands to his neck. Seeing Jaune's eyes, he gave a weak nod.
The blond tossed Velvet her shirt, and didn't spare the broken man beneath him another glance. "We're leaving." He said.
"We can't just go!" Velvet protested. "What if he needs help?"
"He can walk." Jaune said coldly, hearing the blunet stagger to his feet behind them. "Come on." He said, grabbing the flustered faunus by the hand and dragging her away.
She made herself half decent before stopping him in the hall. "Let go of me!" She cried. "What's gotten into you?!"
"He was going to make you his sex toy, Velv." Jaune said.
She let out a sound between a laugh and a cry. "And you weren't?"
Jaune said nothing. Then he released Velvet's hand and started walking away, keeping his gaze straight ahead.
"...Jaune?" Velvet whimpered. Her lover kept walking. "Wait, stop! I didn't mean that!" She cried. "Jaune?! JAUNE! "
Jaune kept walking, and he didn't stop walking until he got to his car, opened the door, got in. He locked the door, turned on the engine to make some noise, and, taking one last look around to make sure no he no one would hear, he screamed. He shouted and cried and punched and kicked until he collapsed onto the dash, emotionally drained. His eyes found the clock.
4:58 p.m. In 12 hours he'd committed workplace harassment, sexual assault and attempted murder.
He pulled out his phone and began typing in the most apt search term he could think of, prescribed to him by a doctor, no less.
Therapy.