-Chapter Seven-
Bonds and Perversions
The minutes turned into hours, the hours into days, and finally the days turned to weeks – but not quite a month, not yet. The two teams grew closer, comfortably settling into routines. Jaune, Yang, Nora, and Pyrrha would commonly be found training – whether in the gym, a clearing, or the rooftop of their dorms – Blake, Ren, and Weiss could often be found studying, mostly in the library but sometimes in their dorms. While Ruby mostly spent her time in the school's forge, tinkering and planning and designing – only leaving when she was dragged away by her friends, whether for something as mundane as eating or too participate in basic human interaction.
But now both teams were in one of the training rooms situated around Beacon, which they found themselves in every Saturday as a team bonding session, in which currently Jaune and Yang were circling one another, both bereft of their respective weapons and clothing.
Yang chose to wear a pair of black compression shorts and a yellow compression bra that shrunk her chest size by at least a cup – even then Yang was still one of the biggest girls of the year, a testament to her generous genes – both of which left precious little to the imagination, bearing years of hard won muscle.
A conscious choice, after all most men – and some women – couldn't help themselves but to gawk at the beauty that was Yang Xio Long, but unfortunately for her, Jaune grew up in a woman dominated home – conversely having very good control over his hormones, it also helped that his sisters prescribed to the "air drying" method of drying, especially after showers.
Jaune, meanwhile, chose to wear a simple pair of black boxing shorts with a protective cup, after all, both himself and Yang were not above groin shots – and he'd like to still have children one day.
The pair of blondes circled one another again and again, probing the others defenses. Like two predators sizing one another up to see who would win.
Yang had the clear advantage in terms of skill and experience, but Jaune had her on reach and defense.
Yang probed Jaune's defenses with a set of quick jabs, only to be dodged or have her fist swatted to the side.
"Fuckin' fight, ya bastard!" Yang snarled.
"No." Jaune replied cheekily.
"Argh!" Yang roared, launching into a merciless assault of brutally fast strikes.
Jaune weaved around Yang's blows, until an opportunity presented itself, slipping under a hook, Jaune threw an uppercut into the left side of her ribs and followed it up with two strikes of his own. His cross cracked her across her jaw, whipping her head back, but Yang recovered and weaved under Jaune's hook.
Most would've disengaged and took a moment to recover, but not Yang, instead she charged forward and launched into another assault. But Jaune proved too well defended, dodging and parrying every blow with seeming ease – which further enraged Yang, causing her Semblance to activate, making her eyes blood red and her hair to light up. But that's when Jaune made a fatal mistake, one Yang took deadly advantage of. Jaune made the mistake of meeting Yang's eyes, subsequently getting enraptured by the effects of her Semblance.
"B-Beautiful." Jaune thought dumbly, letting his guard down just a fraction – but more than enough for Yang.
Within the blink of an eye Yang shot down fast and pulled Jaune from his feet, slamming him into the ground and mounting his waist and going into a ground n' pound – forcing Jaune onto the back foot.
Jaune defended himself to the best of his ability, but Yang's sheer aggressiveness meant he took more hits then he would have liked, slowly slinking lower under her weight until his legs were free. Once than was done, Jaune shoot his legs up and wrapped them around Yang's neck before launching her backwards.
Jaune launching himself forward and made it a wrestling match – something he actually had experience in, unlike Yang who was purely a striker. But Yang didn't make easy for him, she thrashed and fought like a wild animal – more than once bumping and grinding into Jaune, which had an effect, just not the one she necessarily wanted.
After a minute of rolling across the floor in an attempt to establish dominance, Jaune had Yang on her back with her thighs trapped next to her sides by his knees and her hands locked above her head. Yang, red faced and panting hard with her hair splayed out behind her head, stared up at Jaune with a twinkle in her eyes and a beaming, ecstatic smile. Jaune, meanwhile, swallowed heavily at the sight. It was at that point, that Jaune knew he would never see a more beautiful sight than the one of Yang beneath him.
"Good job… Lover Boy." Yang panted, voice husky from their match. "Certainly know… how to show… a girl… a good time." She smirked. "Might have… to do this again… sometime."
A certain part of Jaune was very appreciative of Yang's words, something said girl noticed instantly due to their positioning.
"Or…" Yang purred, a dangerous glint in her eye. "We could take it down to Vale, have out rematch in some." She leaned forward and whispered dangerously into Jaune's ear. "Comfort."
"Yang Xio Long! You better not be thinking of… of c-copulating in front of us!" Screeched a red faced Weiss.
She was dressed in a pair of light gray, high waisted leggings with a blue stripe running up the outside of her legs – which showed off her sculpted legs and rear, her fighting style did rely more on footwork than anything, after all – with a matching light gray, baggy, three quarter sleeved crop top with a similar blue stripe running up the front and back.
And in an instant, the heady mood was ruined and it felt like Jaune had ice injected straight into his veins.
"Fuckin' cock-blockin' bitch." Yang grumbled as Jaune jumped off of her like he'd been burnt.
The rest of teams ABLN and LNSR were starring red faced – though Blake and Nora looked like they were having a good time. All dressed in some variation of workout attire.
Ruby was hiding her face behind her hand, though she was slyly peeking through her fingers – eye fucking Jaune's nearly nude form for all it's worth. She wore a pair of baggy black joggers with an equally baggy red hoodie and matching trainers.
Nora – who was dressed in a pair of navy spandex shorts and a white muscle shirt with a pink stripe going up the front and back of it – had been cat calling the two blondes as they tussled, beamed. "Nah, they weren't going to do the deed!"
Weiss smirked. "Of course they weren't-"
"Jaune-Jaune would've torn off their clothes if they were!" Nora finished.
Weiss dropped her head and sighed, mumbling. "Why do I try?"
"Nora…" Ren – who, much like Ruby, was dressed in a pair of baggy white joggers with black trainers and a baggy green sweatshirt – sighed, fidgeting in place slightly
"Sorry!" Nora beamed, anything but.
Blake, meanwhile, said nothing as she stared intently and scribbled furiously into a small notebook. She was dressed in a pair of white leggings, that were so tight they might as well have been vacuum sealed, with purple belladonna and stem motifs and patterns over a pair of black trainers with a matching snug crop top.
"I-I believe I was next!" Pyrrha called out, buzzing with excitement and fidgeting slightly.
She was dressed… interestingly, wearing a bust hugging white crop top with the letters ABLN with the number 4 beneath it, she also wore a pair of red bloomers with twin white stripes going up the outside of her legs with matching trainers and black elbow and knee pads. In truth this wasn't what she normally wore when training or working out, as she normally she wore a pair of black sweats with a bronze tank top – but at the advise of her mother, this would help her get Jaune's attention.
"S-Sure, Pyr." Jaune stuttered slightly. "What, uh, what did you want to train?"
"How about grappling!" Pyrrha beamed.
"O-Oh, I, uh, I didn't know you grappled too." Jaune chuckled nervously, there was only so much a man can take in one sitting!
"It's something of a national sport back in Argus." Pyrrha smiled. "So I was trained in it since I was a kid, but it's against tournament rules to use so I'm a bit rusty."
"W-Well…" Jaune floundered, discreetly looking to his friends for help – only to receive no quarter, traitors. "Okay."
"Yay!" Pyrrha cheered with a jump, bouncing over to Jaune and trapping his arm between her breasts. "Let's go!"
Jaune felt a gallon of blood rush to his second head and gulped, feeling like a rabbit in the maws of a fox as they entered the arena. Once settled, the pair started circling one another, Pyrrha the picture of confidence and cool – Jaune less so. Within thirty seconds the pair lunged at one another and engaged in a swordless bind, trying to overpower the other.
It was here that Pyrrha showed Jaune just how outclassed he was. Jaune thrashed and thrashed like an ornery cat being given a bath, but it was no use as Pyrrha effortlessly manhandled him. In half the time it took him to take down Yang, Jaune found himself in a similar position with Pyrrha on top.
"Uncle?" Pyrrha asked, the very picture of confidence.
"Y-Yeah, uncle…" Jaune muttered shyly as he blushed heavily and looked away.
Pyrrha smirked triumphantly, only to have her confidence shattered as she noticed their positions, jumping back Pyrrha blushed and hide her face in her hands – yelling out a muffled. "Sorry!"
"I-It's fine." Jaune cleared his throat. "I'd… I'd like to train with you again… in grappling, y'know?"
"I-I'd love too!" Pyrrha exclaimed as her heart skipped a beat – before blushing slightly and thinking of training Jaune the way the ancients did, naked and covered in oil.
"Why am I surrounded by perverts…?!" Weiss mumbled in dismay.
Jaune cleared his throat once more. "We've got time for… one more round? Anyone else want a go?"
"Ooh, ooh, I wanna go!" Nora bounced up and down. "I've been dying to try this grappling style I learned!" She pouted. "But Renny won't spar with me!"
"That's because I like my back the way it is, thank you very much…" Ren mumbled.
Nora bounced over to Jaune with an earnest, pleading look. "But you'll spar with me, right Jaune-Jaune!"
Jaune recoiled at the sheer sincerity in Nora's voice. "S-Sure…" before sighing, accepting his fate and once more entering the arena. "So, what's this grappling style about?"
"It's simple!" Nora beamed. "You wrestle with someone, get 'em to the ground, and then back off and get back on your feet before the other guy!"
"Alright." Jaune nodded, seeing the advantage of such a style. "Sounds pretty useful when fighting a rogue Hunter or a criminal with their Aura unlocked."
"Or a Grimm!" Nora cheered.
"O-Or a Grimm." Jaune agreed. "Though I think you're the only one who would try."
"Aw, shucks!" Nora blushed. "Thanks Jaune-Jaune."
The pair began to circle one another, and while Jaune had more experience in grappling than Nora – she was lower to the ground, being over a foot shorter than the blonde, and 'bout twice as strong. They charged the short distance between them and gripped one another wherever they could, resembling groundhogs or komodo dragons, Jaune bent at an awkward angle and Nora struggling to get a proper hold on Jaune's frame. They wildly, blindly, groped for a handhold, with Nora winning out by ducking low and grabbing the fist thing she could.
Jaune yelped as once more Jaune Jr. was grabbed by a woman he wasn't dating and went down hard, recovering quickly and thrashing along the floor to try and get an upper hand on the pint sized berserker – trying gallantly to ignore how all the places he grabbed were soft, pliable, and pleasant.
After a moment or two, Jaune jumped back and used his longer legs to disengage in great bounds away from Nora.
"Woo!" Nora cheered as she jumped up, face flushed and nipples trying to poke holes in her muscle shirt.
"We couldn't masturbate like normal people, no!" Weiss mumbled under her breath. "Instead we have too roll across the floor like a couple of beast in heat!" She rubbed her temples. "Porn's free, for fuck's sake!"
"Now I want pudding." Jaune thought before calling out "alright!" as he wiped his hair back from his forehead. "Let's rap it up and hit the showers" he nodded towards the showers "c'mon Ren."
The two teams split up and hit their respective showers.
Jaune groaned as the scalding hot water cascaded down his form, washing away his sweat and worries, only to perk an ear at Ren's sound of distress. "Something up, Ren?"
"I… forgot my shampoo in my bag." Ren replied weakly.
"Wanna use mine?" Jaune asked.
"If you don't mind…"
Jaune chuckled. "Not at all."
Jaune grabbed his bottle of shampoo and strolled out of his stall and in front of Ren's, opening it brazenly – after all, neither party had something the other didn't. Or so Jaune assumed, and as such made an ass of himself. For standing their wide eyed and shiny with water was a very naked, very female, Ren. Jaune's mind blue screened at the sight in front of him, staring dumbly at the woman – for Ren indeed was a woman, a very curvaceous one at that – in front of him, his soldier rapidly rising to attention.
There the pair stood, eyes glued to the others body, long enough for Pyrrha to call into the shower. "Is everything alright?"
On instinct, Jaune stepped forward into the stall, inadvertently pinning Ren in between himself and the wall. With a "certain" part of him pressing into her stomach.
"H-Hot…" Ren thought with a gulp, mentally measuring every bit of Jaune's "sword".
"Yeah!" Jaune called back, the absurdity of the situation keeping his voice steady – even as his eyes never strayed from Ren's. "Just a little more dirt then we expected, go on without us, we'll been out in a bit."
"Okay!" Pyrrha replied before exiting the training room with Blake.
Five minutes, and two freezing cold showers, later the pair sat beside one another on the bench – looking anywhere but at each other.
"S-So…" Jaune began lamely. "You're a girl."
"Y-Yes…" Ren replied, voice now slightly higher pitched and noticeably feminine. "Nora hit puberty first, so we thought that a boy and a girl traveling Remnant would be safer than two girls."
"Makes sense." Jaune replied stiffly.
"Y-Yeah…" Ren agreed lamely.
The pair sat awkwardly for a seconds worth of eternity before Jaune turned and said. "I've gotta ask, how the hell did you manage to hide those?"
Ren looked down at her now unbound breasts, she wasn't the biggest of their friend group – Yang had her in the chest department and Blake had her beat down below – but by no means was she "small", being only slightly small than both Nora and Pyrrha in terms of her chest and in between Blake and Weiss down below.
"Practice." Ren eventually replied. "It was easier when I was smaller." She laughed – a quick, quiet, and utterly adorable sound. "I actually grew two sizes right before we came here."
As the pair slipped into a long stretch of silence once more, Ren shyly looked to Jaune and mumbled. "Do… do you hate me?"
"What?!" Jaune whispered, bewildered. "Why would I hate you."
"F-For lying to you." Ren replied, eyes now glued to the floor.
"Ren…" Jaune spoke quietly, taking Ren's chin and gently probing her to look him in the eye. "I could never hate you." He chuckled quietly. "I mean, it sucks not having a guy friend anymore, but I'll live – it's not like I'm not used to being outnumbered by women, after all."
"Thank you, Jaune." Ren replied, genuine relief palpable in her tone, before she lowered her pitch. "But I could continue pretending to be a guy, if you want."
Now that Jaune knew the truth, Ren's male voice sounded more like a girl pretending to be a guy, and it also sounded cute as hell.
"N-No, Ren." Jaune chuckled, blushing slightly. "You should never have to change yourself to feel accepted, and I won't ask you too – if you want to continue or "come out", that's up to you and you alone."
After a moment of silence, Ren replied softly. "Thank you."
"Anytime." Jaune smiled. "Now let's go break the news to the rest of the team – if you want, that is."
"I want." Ren chuckled cutely.
With that, the pair returned to their dorm and broke the news – which was taken quite well. Though Jaune had to sacrifice yet another pair of clothes, not that he minded too terribly much.
But that changed slightly once Ren exited their bathroom, dressed in one of Jaune's T-shirts. Despite only being a few inches short, Ren was much more lithe than Jaune, causing the neck of his shirt to slip from one shoulder and frame her collarbone, draping down to her mid thigh and causing an interesting contrast between her pale skin and the harsh black of the tee.
"Decide on a change?" Blake asked smugly, knowing exactly what Ren was doing.
Ren, cheeks faintly pink, shrugged her uncovered shoulder. "Mine were dirty, and J-Jaune's shirt is comfy."
"Whatever you say." Blake sang, before turning to Jaune. "What do you think?"
"Huh?" Jaune replied intelligently as his brain simultaneously rebooted and seared the image in front of him into his brain.
Pyrrha, meanwhile, gracefully rose from her bed and gathered her own pajamas and her scroll. "It's seems it's my turn." She turned to Jaune. "I hope you don't mind, but I promised my mom I'd call tonight."
"Huh? Oh, yeah no, you're good." Jaune replied distractedly.
Pyrrha, all smiles, walked calmly to the bathroom and entered, closing the door with a glare and silent growl and she dialed up her mother.
"Moro mou!" Pyrrha's mother cried as she answered before the second ring. "Did my advice help?!"
"It did." Pyrrha smiled, before growling. "But I've hit a snag."
"Oh?"
"You know my teammate, Ren?"
"The androgynous Mistralian boy?"
"Yes." Pyrrha sighed. "Only that it turns out he is a she."
"Oh my!"
"Yeah…" Pyrrha mumbled, before huffing. "And she came out of the bathroom dressed in one of his T-shirts!"
"Well, you know what this means." Her mother spoke grimly.
"W-What?"
"You need to walk out in one of his shirts too." She could practically hear her mother's smirk.
"B-But-" Pyrrha started, embarrassed.
"No buts!" Her mother chided. "You must stake your claim, and do so confidently! Men are simple creatures, moro mou, they don't understand the mind of women – so you must make them!"
"B-But I don't have any underwear…" Pyrrha mumbled, mortified.
"Even better!" Her mother countered. "It would be even better if you convince him to let you sleep in his bed."
"H-How?!" Pyrrha asked with every bit of fervor of a zealot looking to their prophet.
"It's simple, you wait until the other are asleep, them you creep over to him and wake him." Her mother began. "Then tell him you had a nightmare and that I always solved them by sleeping with you – if he's as good a man as you claim, he'll need no further convincing."
"Okay, thank you mom." Pyrrha replied earnestly.
"Of course, moro mou." Her mother's smile could be heard over the line. "If you have a daughter you must name her after me!"
"Mother!"
Pyrrha blushed crimson as she hung up on her mother's mad cackling, before steeling her nerve and putting her plan in motion. Walking out in an orange Pumpkin Pete's tee that hugged her shoulders and breasts, and barely covered her upper thighs.
Jaune's eyes were glued to her the second she exited the bathroom, and by the way he sucked in a breath when she stepped up slightly to get into bed – he knew his shirt was the only thing she was wearing.
"Night Jaune!" Pyrrha purred.
"N-Night…" Jaune stuttered.
-/-
Jaune's dreams were filled with thin, crimson red landing strips and a narrow, pale pink hanger. Only to be woken by a slight shacking of his shoulder.
Groggily, he opened his eyes to the sight of a nervous looking Pyrrha. "P-Pyr…?"
"Sorry!" She squeaked quietly. "B-But I had a nightmare, a-and I was hoping I c-could sleep with you… tonight."
Jaune's eye immediately took a sympathetic sheen, remembering all the time his father and grandfather would wake up screaming or thrash violently in their sleep, before lifting his blanket. "Of course."
Pyrrha gave him a dazzling smile and shuffled into the offered space, thankfully facing away from him.
As Jaune shifted away, Pyrrha spoke up quietly. "Could… could you hold me, please." Her voice took on a watery tone. "M-My mom would always hold me when I… y-you know."
"Of course, Pyr." Jaune smiled, turning over to play big spoon. "What are teammates for."
Pyrrha beamed before wiggling back into Jaune and falling asleep almost instantly, a pleased smile plastered on her face. Jaune, meanwhile, was lulled to sleep by the smell of cinnamon and cedar.
Terribly sorry for the near month-long update, but I struggled writing this – writing and rewriting this one chapter no less than five times. And even then it still ended up being a filler chapter, but I'll get to the main story next chapter.
Also happy Easter to those who celebrate – and to everyone who called the surprise, get yourself a cookie.
Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed reading and thank you all for the reviews, likes, and follows.