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Whiteknight Childhood Friends

Hey, so I'm in the dumps but I can at least show you guys something I finished a while back. This was for a react fic I was working on.

“Why would I need friends when I have you?” The voice of a young rose cut through the busy noise spread throughout Beacon’s courtyard. Before her a young woman with a forest of yellow hair simply gave her a smile, and a quick tilt of her head.

“Well actually my friends are here now! BYEeeeeee~!”

Quickly taken aback as a group of unknown individuals formed behind her sister, she was caught off guard when they dashed away, leaving her head spinning, as well as her body. Before she knew it she was tumbling backwards, the world around her a blur, only stopping when she came crashing into something.

Her body hit the floor and her heart stopped, removing her hood revealed that she’d not only damaged, but trashed a young woman’s luggage. “No no no no, this wasn’t how I wanted things to start.” She whimpered to herself quietly.

She felt fear form as a bubble within her belly, the snowy white woman eyeing her suspiciously. Trying to move backwards she found herself tripping over her own cape, the long fabric stuck under her bum, relenting in its ability to keep her still.

The small girl cast a shadow above her, this was it, she was going to get yelled at, she’d seen that cross face on many before her. The look of judgment, the way she tapped her fingers against her arms, this was it.

“Are you alright?”

Her concern proved to be completely unwarranted as the other woman stuck out her hand, waiting for Ruby to reach out and grab it. Though confused at first Ruby nodded, “Yes… thank you… I’m sorry.”

With a strength betrayed by the other girl's size she was easily lifted, something pushing her up from her tush and sending her onto her feet, the unknown girl keeping her steady.

“There is no need to apologize.”

Ruby froze as the other girl gave her a once over, to her surprise not judging her as harshly as she thought she would.

“I happened to see the strange occurrence beforehand, it could hardly be called your fault.”

“Tha…thank you…”

The girl gave her a simple curt nod before attending back to her things, grabbing at any fallen bottle of dust that may have spilled onto the ground and putting everything back in order. Ruby felt a tinge of embarrassment covet her heart, her face heated slightly at the realization that she should be helping.

“Here uhm, I made everything fall so let me help you.”

She half expected the other woman to simply ignore her, or to brush her off but-

“I appreciate it, thank you kindly.”

'Maybe Beacon won’t be as bad as I thought?'

While the two worked on getting everything set up, she tried to think of busy talk to keep the feeling going. But she found herself at a loss for words, small talk had never been one of Ruby’s strong points, and well this awkward situation wasn’t really helping anything for that matter.

So it came to both her surprise and relief when the other girl started to speak. “It’s curious to see someone as young as you here, are you perhaps visiting a relative?”

Ruby blinked, she hadn’t expected to be asked THAT. “Oh uhm no! I uh… I stopped a robbery in Vale, and Headmistress Goodwitch was there, and well one thing lead to another and I was in front of Headmaster Ozpin and now I’m here.”

She noted the quick change of expression, the other girl's eyebrow quickly cocked as if she meant to say something, but quickly went back to normal. Shaking her head she simply started to converse again.

“You must have been exemplary to be noticed by the headmaster. I look forward to perhaps working with you in the future.”

“Oh uhm no no! I’m just a normal girl, normal knees.”

That got another questioning gaze, this time causing Ruby’s face to flush slightly hotter.

“Either way, if the headmaster saw something in you, there must be something more. But only the future will tell… aaaand, all done.”

The last of the dust and luggage was put on her cart, finally letting Ruby get a good look at the other girl. She noted a few things, her elegant battle skirt, the soft baby blue colors of her outfit which matched her shimmering eyes, and the soft almost silver color of her hair. Then there was her white as snow skin, it was almost as if she was, “Are you a princess?”

Ruby had NOT meant to say that outloud, but now that she had, there was no going back. Though she could feel the blood pump through her face as her ears were coated in a bright burning crimson.

She expected some kind of strange look, or some kind of annoyance, but all she got was a soft giggle.

“Ah, I haven’t been called a Princess… no my preferred nickname is Snow Angel, but only by a specific person.” Ruby noted the longing in her eyes, and the soft smile that graced her pale lips.

“No, I am-”

Before she could answer however, she was rudely interrupted by another individual.

“Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust company: one of the largest producers of energy propellant in the world.”

If Weiss was bothered by what this stranger butting in, she didn’t show it, instead she simply tied to create small talk, “Yes thank you Ms-”

However, she was cut off again, this time with a scalding look from bright golden eyes, “The same company infamous for its controversial labor forces and questionable business partners.”

Weiss froze, now she looked offended, her fingers tightly winding into her palm as she tried to keep her temper under check.

Ruby looked back and forth between the two, noting the rising tensions, but before she could say something Weiss simply turned around. And though quiet as it was, Ruby was able to hear Weiss’ last words before she walked off, looking far sadder than Ruby would have liked.

“I’m not my father…”

More questions, more concerns, but Ruby would get no answers as not only did Weiss suddenly leave, but the other mysterious girl was gone before Ruby could say anything. Instead she was left there, befuddled, and dazed.

Falling back down on her rear she simply laid on the ground, saddened and a little frustrated. “Welcome to Beacon…”

And like that a shadow was cast upon her, her silver eyes quickly gazing upwards onto a rather tall figure hidden by darkness.

As the day came to a close, and everyone began to fall asleep, Weiss sat alone, trying not to freak out, “I hope I didn’t mess up.”

She knew that, or at least she thought that running away when she did hadn’t set a good look for her. But… but she couldn’t be there, not when that girl had so harshly accused her. “Why did she say that?”

She knew that the practices under her father were awful, downright evil she may add. But she wasn’t her father, she wasn’t like him, she would never be like him. “Blaming me for the sins of my father… how cruel.” She’d never even met her before, but the look she’d given her the way those vile yellow eyes peered at her, she’d felt a chill run down her spine. It was like she was nothing but prey, a target to remove… and yet, she couldn’t help but feel she’d seen her somewhere before.

Holding onto her legs, she kept herself in a back corner curled into a ball. Her blanket covered her so that no one could see the shimmering tears running down her cheeks. She… she may have been a Schnee, her father may have done his best to try to snuff her emotions, but… but she wasn’t heartless. She wasn’t some soulless monster, and she thanked the gods that she wasn’t, though it had nothing to do with deities that kept her as her. “I miss you…” Her voice was soft, and quiet.

“Who are you missing?”

The sudden squeaky voice threw her for a loop, due to having been wrapped in her emotions she’d not only failed but had been horrified and surprised by the sudden intrusion.

Her blanket swiftly falling leaving her red touched cheeks in plain view, the soft moonlight shimmering off her pale white skin, giving her the visage of a young goddess. Though those thoughts had not come from herself, but another who sat not too far away dressed in a rather peculiar onesie.

“Wha?” Her voice hiccuped as she tried to speak, the young girl in front of her catching on immediately.

“Oh! I’m sorry I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to spook you! Oh uhm!” Weiss noted the way she started to panic in concern, something that she found oddly comforting.

“No… no it’s okay… I was just thinking about something.” In a rather unlady like show, she chose to wipe her face with her sleeve. “How can I help you?”

“Well… I had uhm, wanted to introduce myself, we’d gotten interrupted earlier so I never got to give you my name.”

Soft snowy eyes blinked, “Oh, I suppose that is correct.”

“Right! So I’m Ruby Rose!” She reached out her hand, confusing Weiss for a moment, before she realized she’d probably wanted to shake hands.

Weiss responded in kind, reaching her hand out and gripping firmly but softly onto Ruby’s hand. “You already know, but I’m Weiss Schnee, it is a pleasure to meet you Ruby Rose.”

The beaming smile she received was perhaps a little too powerful, Weiss found herself curling backwards afraid that she’d be burned by the overpowering light which emitted from the younger girl. “Are you sure you’re not a princess? Cause you look like princess!”

Weiss couldn’t help but chuckle, though she didn’t get a chance to respond right away as another person approached them. A young woman, the young woman from earlier who’d left Ruby alone to be exact.

“Howdy!” She spoke with a level of enthusiasm that Weiss wasn’t quite used to, forcing her to reel a little.

“Hello.” But it would have been impolite not to greet them.

“So you’re the chick that helped my sister out! It’s a pleasure to meet you, name’s Yang! Yang Xiao-Long.”

She too extended her hand, reaching out to Weiss, though Weiss responded in kind like she had with Ruby, she was greeted with a much stronger grip and a wild shake. She felt her arm nearly pull from it’s socket, thankfully Ruby came to her quick rescue.

“Yang! Stop it!”

A quick smack to Yang’s hand was enough to get her to stop.

“Aww come on sis! I got to meet your hero! Of course I’m going to get excited!”

Weiss blinked as the two started to enter a conversation of their own. Though neither looked alike, she had just been assured that the two of them were siblings, and from the way they acted she could definitely see it. Though her relationship with her sister was strained, due to her no longer living with the family, she’d made great efforts into reaching out to her brother. And despite their differing personalities, she liked to think the two were close.

But watching the two of them before her, she couldn’t help but feel a slight bit of jealousy, however that was quickly resolved once they both turned their attention back towards her.

“So! My sister here wanted to thank you, and so I brought her over so we could have a little sleep over!”

Weiss blinked again, she was doing a lot of that she noted, as Ruby seemed to turn towards her sister in aghast.

Weiss considered refusing the proposal but… she’d been feeling rather lonely since coming to Beacon, her special someone not being here didn’t help. So- “Yes, I think I would enjoy that.”

“WOOHOO!” Both sister’s shouted aloud, though that seemed to have disturbed a few other guests as they received a few boo’s and a rather vapid.

“Shut up.”

Weiss felt a chill run up her spine as she found the source of said voice, the girl from earlier had been staring at them, glaring at her to be more exact. Her golden eyes pierced the darkness, practically glowing… no they were glowing… that… that actually explained a few things.

Still, even with the rather obvious, and unjustified hatred, she chose to ignore her. It was best not to let herself be pulled into any dangerous situations, especially if she was one of them. That… that had her worrying… even as Yang and Ruby crowded around her, she couldn’t help but wonder, “I hope you’re doing okay…”

Little did she know, not far from them, the onesie dressed figure from earlier watched, a soft smile on his face as he moved to fall asleep, ignoring the laughs thrown at him from those who’d seen him earlier.

Pyrrha had several pre-planned ideas how a conversation with Weiss Schnee would go. She had assumed the girl would approach her, accost her for a partnership, earn her ire from the start. Even flirtation was within the realm of possibility- Pyrrha was no stranger to amorous advances, even from those who should have known better. However what she hadn’t expected was what was happening right this instant.

Just a few seconds ago, as she was preparing her gear, Weiss Schnee appeared before her, the girl fidgeting in a way that Pyrrha had seen countless times. However, the words that had come out from her mouth had been… it had been a first.

“WOULDYOULIKETOBEFRIENDS?!”

Stunned, absolutely silenced, lost and perplexed! Those were things Pyrrha was feeling and going through, she’d not expected not in her wildest of dreams that Weiss Schnee would… would earnestly like to be friends.

She’d seen, been through, and spoken with many who’d faked interest in her but this? The way Weiss acted, it was… it was natural. So Pyrrha said the only thing she could in this situation, “It would be my pleasure.” Though it came out more like a, “Yes?”

Pyrrha had to say, she felt a bit bad, “Apparently even I have preconceived biases…”

“Oh!” Weiss’ expression was enough to tell Pyrrha that perhaps she had not expected this to go so smoothly. “Well uhm!” She took a step back, bowing slightly and giving Pyrrha a curtsy, “It is a pleasure to have you as a friend Pyrrha.”

Pyrrha, for what it was worth, simply held back the giggle that began to brew within her. The way that Weiss moved was perhaps a bit archaic, but she was starting to understand what was going through her mind.

So… Pyrrha in a rather uncharacteristic moment, mimicked Weiss, a small curtsy of her own followed. “It is a pleasure to be friends with you as well Weiss.”

What followed was a bout of silence as the two stared at one another, only ending when the giggles began to break out. Both girls bent over as they freely started to laugh.

Though… something happened, something that only happened when two people who had very low social experience met together. Though both Pyrrha Nikos and Weiss Schnee had spent countless of years putting up facades, handling the rich and the fancy, and meeting with those that they could not call a friend, they’d yet to experience the true terror of social gatherings. What to say to break the ice with your friends…

“SO!”

Both tried to speak at once, “I apologize you go first.”

“I’m sorry you go!”

Both of them tried to let the other go first, neither sure how to proceed from there, the silence from before turning into a rather awkward and uncomfortable one. Pyrrha started to look for a way out, though she need not look long as a figure taller than her approached them.

“Excuse me.”

His sudden intrusion caused the duo to jump, both turning their attention towards the newcomer.

“Yes? How can we help you?” Though she thought it was a little rude to be intruded on, there was no need to show hostility, even if Weiss seemed to eye him with suspicion. For now PYrrha would be civil.

“I’m sorry, the two of you are in front of my locker.”

A few blinks and Pyrrha felt her face flush in embarrassment, “Oh! I’m sorry!”

“Oh no it’s no problem! I just need to get my stuff.”

Though she moved out of the way she quickly noted that Weiss hadn’t, instead she was eyeing the tall figure suspiciously, and he for what it was worth attempted to keep his hood drawn and away from her.

Which gave Pyrrha the chance to see a few strands of golden wheat colored hair peek through the hood.

“Jaune?”

Pyrrha’s eyebrow cocked as the boy stiffened.

“Jaune is that you?”

He gave a deep breath while he pulled his hood down. And for once, it was Pyrrha’s turn to be awestruck, her face flushed red for a different reason. A strange and unusual heat running up her neck and coating her ears in crimson as she finally got a look at the mysterious individual. A young man with a soft looking face, glimmering sapphire colored eyes, and hair which reminded her of a wheat field. She couldn’t help but be taken back by how handsome she’d found him.

The strangest thing was however, that he didn’t strike her as much of a fighter. The way he carried himself made it obvious that he wasn’t used to combat… a suspicion she had answered quickly as the two started a conversation.

“Hey Weiss.” His tone seemed reluctant, almost scared.

However Weiss apparently didn’t notice, because the moment she realized that she’d known him she’d rounded on him pulling him into a tight hug that he quickly returned.

Pyrrha couldn’t stop the warmth on her face from growing hotter as the two shared a rather intimate looking exchange, Jaune’s hands creeping to Weiss lower back as he pulled her upwards so she could nuzzle into his neck.

HOwever, things turned sour as soon as he let her down.

“Jaune…” There was a tinge of happiness and confusion in Weiss’ voice, “Jaune… what are you doing here?”

Now Pyrrha was confused.

“Oh you know… applied, got in…”

Her acute vision caught the way he swallowed, and noted the way Weiss looked around to see if there was anyone in earshot or view of them. She quickly reached out, her pale fingers suddenly pinching the much taller boy's face.

“You don’t have aura…”

Pyrrha blinked, now finding things rather ‘suspicious’.

“Oh uhm well…”

“Oh you fool… you ran away didn’t you?”

“I… uhm…”

“Excuse me.”

Pyrrha couldn’t help but butt in, “What’s going on?”

Weiss froze, having almost completely forgotten that Pyrrha had been there.

“Oh well you see uh-”

“I… may have snuck in?”

Pyrrha was aghast, this handsome boy snuck in? “Why?” She took a step back covering her mouth with her hands at the realization she’d asked her question out loud.

“Oh uhm… well…” He stared at the floor, “Promise not to laugh?”

Pyrrha nodded, though she could tell Weiss had some modicum of an idea on what he was going to say.

“I’ve always wanted to be a hero?”

Now it was her turn to give him a concerned look, her arms crossed.

“Now hold on, so… all my life, I’ve always wanted to help people and well… I’ve… I’ve never had the chance.”

“You helped me…” Pyrrha almost missed what Weiss said, her voice coming off as a mere whisper.

“And… my parents wouldn’t train me so-... so I worked out… I got in shape… but… but it wasn’t enough so… I may have uhm… snuck in…”

“And what would you have done if you’d gotten hurt?! You don’t have any training.”

Pyrrha watched with concern at how concerned Weiss was…

“I… I don’t know, I thought I’d wing it.”

She had to admit, while she liked his ideals, if he didn’t have the strength to back them up then he’d only hurt himself, so- “Jaune, right?”

He nodded.

“I don’t think it’s safe to be here- you could get really hurt and-”

He interrupted her, his voice pitching higher in worry, “Look uhm, Ms…” He paused for a moment as if trying to guess her name but continued after, “I… I promise I won’t get in your way, just please don’t tell anyone.”

She stared at him for a moment, “You don’t know who she is, do you?” Weiss asked him.

He only shook his head, “Other than being the second most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, no… sorry.”

Pyrrha’s blush came back the sincerity in his voice and the way he kept his eyes on Weiss showed he wasn’t simply flirting with her. Though her emerald eyes quickly scanned to Weiss to see if she’d been offended by his statement. . “Of course you wouldn’t, you dork.” Though the word may have seemed harsh, Pyrrha could tell it carried a bit of warmth to it.

“She’s Pyrrha Nikos, she’s a well known competitor, and aspiring huntress. Though…” She paused as if thinking about something, “Seeing as your parents never let you watch anything to do with huntsmen, I guess it makes sense you wouldn’t know.”

“Oh! I’m sorry! I uhm… like she said my parents didn’t really like me looking at stuff… I only know as much as I do because of Weiss.”

Weiss nodded, “I would have unlocked your aura but… I just don’t have a lot so…” Weiss sounded disappointed.

Though… it was here at this moment that Pyrrha decided something, perhaps this would prove to be a mistake later. But as she watched her new friend and her ‘boyfriend?’ She decided to take destiny by the horns. “I can unlock it for you.”

“Really?!”

“Really…?”

Two tones of varying excitement reached her. Jaune looked positively ecstatic, Weiss less so, but she seemed interested none the less.

“Ye…yes!”

Jaune grabbed her hands, holding them tight as he practically wept. “Thank you… thank you so much.”

Pyrrha felt her heart flip, that strange sensation coming back to her.

“O…of course!”

She tried to see if Weiss was bothered by his sudden abruptness, but when she didn’t see any change in her demeanor she herself calmed down. If she was being honest with herself, she knew this was a bad idea… but… as she stared at the boy in front of her and perhaps new friend… she felt like being a little bit selfish. And perhaps… there were more than a few ulterior motives hidden away… Though… “Perhaps not here? Once we’re out in the field I’ll assist you.”

“O-oh! Okay yeah! We’ll meet up then.” Jaune shook his head, and Weiss gave her a look that… well she hadn’t expected such a soft but thankful gaze drafted upon her.

“Thank you… thank you so much…” To any who happened to see, any cold impression of Weiss one may have had was quickly vanquished as she took Pyrrha’s hands into her own and profusely thanked the taller girl.

As night came upon them, and everyone in Beacon readied for bed, Pyrrha couldn't stop herself from thinking about how fortunate today had been! She’d ended up with… a rather handsome, if she had to say partner. And to her surprise the rather timid team leader. Speaking of, her eyes gently glanced over to her new leader, the dainty heiress dressed in nothing but a soft blueish gown which only came down to her upper thighs, the young woman currently brushing her long hair, waiting for her partner to come out of the bathroom.

The young woman had really surprised her, she hadn’t expected her to take the lead like she had, even more when she was able to comfortably use all of not only Pyrrha’s assets, but Jaune’s and Ruby’s as well. It had come to a shocking truth that perhaps Pyrrha had been a little more biased than she’d meant to.

As things stood, she felt… rather happy with the state of affairs, and was sure that they would make a wonderful team!

Speaking of team though, she brought her attention to the final member of their little family, Ruby Rose, she hadn’t known what to make of the girl especially when she excitedly went to greet her. But when she learned that Ruby had not only gotten in early, but by two years! She couldn’t help but be impressed, as well as letting her off the hook as she’d nearly shaken her down for an autograph. She wasn’t the worst kind of fan, but it was a little tiring. Still the girl was rather cute, and had even been friends with Jaune at this point.

Speaking of Jaune, she swallowed a little as she kept her attention at the door… perhaps there would be a slip of wardrobe?

“Focus Pyrrha!” Speaking of him, Pyrrha’s eyes wandered to the rather shapely young man. The lack of combat training had been obviously apparent to her from the moment they’d stepped out onto the field. Despite his clumsy nature, he’d listened to her on the basics as they hadn’t had enough time to get used to working together right away, and had somehow managed to not only formulate a plan to take down a massive Deathstalker they’d accidentally stumbled on, but had also figured out how to use her, Weiss, and Ruby as easy as pie.

If there was any doubt that Jaune belonged here, that was quickly and instantly squashed. It didn’t help that Pyrrha found him entirely enticing. She wasn’t sure what it was that lured her vision to him, her gaze hungrily eating his well built frame, oh that was the other thing he definitely worked out. Not the kind of work out that was done through weight training either, it was hard labor, farming if she had to guess. And while that would take a while to work into functional combat muscles… Pyrrha rather liked what she saw.

Though she did her best to hide her gaze, using her currently covered sheets to keep her eyes well shrouded, she couldn’t stop the heat from building within her womanhood. Her fingers tantalized her slippery wet sex. She could feel her pajamas tightening and riding into the moist slit, hungrily being eaten by her lustful mound.

She’d never been good with dealing with the opposite sex, nor did she have the proper experience that should have come along with it. She’d always been so focused on training and combat that such thoughts were elusive to her, so making being around Jaune? That… that did things to her, especially because he was going shirtless. Why? She didn’t know, nor did she care… she knew she wasn’t the only one.

Ruby had given him a few glances, her face quickly matching her red cloak.

“Right! Good night everyone!”

Ruby’s rambunctious voice called out to her, quickly pulling her from her lurid thoughts and taking her focus away from Jaune just long enough that he’d hopped into bed.

“Good night Ruby.”

“Good night.”

Afraid of being the only one not to say anything, she quickly squeaked out a soft, “Night everyone!”

The lights turned off shortly after, yet even as she attempted to close her eyes, she found her thoughts wistfully whisking back to Jaune. The boy lay still in front of her, the soft silver moonlight being just enough to make out his figure.

She felt her heart palpitate within her chest, her thoughts in disarray and turmoil. Then things got worse, so much worse. She heard the shuffling of sheets, the very shadowed rising of his blankets.

Her eyes widened almost instantly as she realized Weiss was slowly crawling into bed with him.

Her breath stilled as the sheets descended past her back, the young heiress straddled against her childhood friend. There she sat upon his waist, looking down at him with adoring shimmering blue eyes. Ones that he easily matched in care.

Their voices were quiet, but just enough that she could hear them.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too Weiss.”

As her eyes adjusted to the lack of light, she started to notice a few things, Weiss was bare of any clothes. Her beautiful pale skin shown in a ghostly white against the moon’s light. She was nearly breathtaking in her naked beauty.

She swallowed as she lowered herself, her lips gently placing a soft kiss against his forehead, then another at the side of his lips. She wondered if they were going to do anything more. Would this turn out like the videos she’d seen online?

The ache between her thighs only grew stronger as Weiss evened herself out with him, a few rough movements between the two and they nestled in together.

Pyrrha couldn’t help but feel a tinge of disappointment as Jaune’s hands gently pulled the sheets back, but at the same time… she wondered if perhaps things would get more heated now than ever?

In her own bed, a pair of silver eyes watched everything unfold in front of her.

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RWBY Written As A Rubberhose Cartoon

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“Grabbing The Bull By The Horns”

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#yang xiao long #blake belladonna #adam taurus #bumblebee #rwby

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How to (Not) Exorcise a Ghost

Smut +18. It's something... different.

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Jaune is alone in his room watching a horror movie that he accidentally found on the floor. It was an old dvd and recently he got a DVD player form his family so he could watch it. He invited his friends to watch it with him, but it seems they are a bunch of cowards, and this movie was giving them a bad feeling. Soooo, he is enjoying the movie by himself, eating popcorn and drinking soda, while he is sitting on the couch. As he continues to watch the movie, the light goes out and darkness fills the room.

Jaune: What the fuck?

He stands up and turns on the light on his phone. He goes to check the light switch and sees that it's not working.

Jaune: Shit, right at the best part of the movie.

Because he can't do anything in this situation. He decided to sit on the couch and wait for the light to come back on. Out of nowhere, just the TV turned on and in front of said TV a woman was standing. She has long black hair that covers her face, her skin is gray and she is wearing a white dress with damaged sleeves and no shoes.

Jaune: Who the fuck are you?!

The woman doesn't respond and begins to walk towards him. Jaune was petrified with fear. He just watches her walk and sees how the light from the TV starts to highlight the figure that the woman has under her dress. Fear turned to curiosity, and he began to observe every detail of her. For a ghost she has a good figure, she has big hips, a slim waist, and it seems that her breasts are firm and generous. But what caught Jaune's attention the most was her legs. She has long thick legs like that of a model. The feeling he had changed from fear to Horny.

The woman stands just inches from him, she looks down and notices that he has a large bulge in his pants. She looks at his face, jaune she can only see her red eyes. After a few seconds the woman begins to undress.

Jaune: What are you doing?

The dress falls to the floor, showing off her figure in more detail. Her nipples were red, you could see the big ass she was hiding in her dress, and she had the sexiest six pack he had ever seen on a woman. Jaune looks up and can see a little more of her face. Her face has the structure of a beautiful person, but at the same time it was the face of someone you don't want to fuck with. The rest of her face was still hidden by her hair.

Jaune: *Nervous and turn on* Umm… What are you going to do to me?

With one of her arms she pushes him against the sofa, she sits on top of him, and with the other hand she begins to unbutton his pants.

Jaune: Wait-!!!

Without warning, the woman kisses him passionately. Jaune is surprised but it doesn't bother him. He begins to sink deeper into the kiss. He moves his right hand to her cheek and his other hand rubs her thigh. Finally she was able to unbutton his pants and in one movement she pulled his pants and underwear down, freeing his member. She raises her hips, aligns with him, and inserts his member as far as possible.

Jaune: Oh fuck!~

As a wild animal she starts jumping on his lap. She supports herself with the sofa, while Jaune had her hands on her waist. She starts to moan in pleasure, her voice is a bit deep but sexy. Her breasts were suffocating Jaune in a pleasurable way. From time to time he sucks her nipple, making her feel amazing.

Woman: Ahh!~ Ahh!~

Jaune: Fuck, you're so tight~

The woman moves her hands under Jaune's shirt and removes it from him. Jaune takes this opportunity to completely remove his pants and underwear. By doing that they decide to change position. The two lie on their sides on the sofa. Jaune lifts her leg up and starts fucking her with his cock. She looks back to see Jjaune and with her left hand holds his head and kisses him non-stop one more time.

Woman: Mmmg!~

Jaune: Oh fuck~ How can a ghost be so sexy?~

The ghost woman then stops him. She moves him off the couch and she sits with her legs up. Jaune understands her invitation and puts her legs on his shoulders and starts fucking her with everything he has.

Jaune: You like how my cock feels inside you?~

Woman: Nnng!~ Ahh!~

Jaune: You are such a perverted ghost.~ Do you fuck anyone you scare?

Woman: Mmm!~

Jaune: I will fuck you so hard that you will want to possess me instead of that movie!~ I'm going to fuck you like the slut you are every day!~

He fucks her harder and harder. She tries to contain herself, it shows in her expression, but is obvious that she is about to cum. Jaune then picks her up and flips her over. He stands her on her feet and then bends her upper body down until she can stand with her hands on the couch. He lines up his cock with his pussy but before inserting it he asks her a question.

Jaune: Hey, do you know if ghosts can get pregnant?~

This question made the woman flinch. It shows by the way her body froze for a second upon hearing that.

Jaune: Let's find out~

He grabs her hips and thrusts his cock as deep as possible into her pussy. The sound of her getting fucked bounces off the walls, clap, clap, clap. The intensity and passion that the couple gives off fills the room. The ghost woman's legs go weak with pleasure, and Jaune has only one idea in mind, to get this ghost pregnant even if it's impossible.

Jaune: Shit! I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum!

Woman: Aah!~

He goes on and on fucking her with all his might. The ghost woman doesn't stay still, she moves her hips towards him eagerly. Jaune is already at his limit and he can feel that the woman is too. He grabs her hips firmly and with a final thrusts, he gives her everything he, releasing all of his cum into her.

Jaune: Fuuuck!!~

Woman: Ugh!~

Jaune won't stop cumming. The ghost woman can feel his member pulsating from her insides with each cumshot, filling her to the brim. It can notice that a little bit of cum is starting to come out of her pussy.

Jaune: *pant* That was.. *pant* That was intense.

Jaune feels tired after all that action. He pulls his cock out of her pussy, and he sits on the right side of the couch. As he tries to catch his breath, the ghost woman snuggles up next to him. She takes his face in her right hand, pulls him close and gives him a deep kiss. His lips separate from hers and for the first time he can see her face. She is beautiful, she has a kind face, her lips are red like cherries, and she has such a sweet smile. Jaune can't stop falling in love with her beauty. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she is, but in the blink of an eye the television went off and then on. The TV light filled the room once more, but the ghost woman was no longer with him. He looks around her room for any sign of her, but nothing. He gets up to get the movie out the DVD player but it seems that is no longer inside. He checks the box where the movie came from and sees that the dvd is there, and also a note that says "Let's play again". He smiles and puts the DVD in a safe place, waiting for the day he can meet her again.

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So JNRZ's Reese is a demisexual, therefore after getting to know Jaune as her awesome leader and an even more awesome bro, how would Reese react if during one of her "personal sessions" a certain blonde leader popped up in her fantasies~?

JNRZ by @didyoutrydynamite

It wasn't like Reese to let herself get pent up enough that she couldn't control her lust.

She wasn't sure if it was because of how busy they'd been with exams, or maybe she'd been spending too much time not having the chance to release some stress.

But she couldn't hold it any longer, thankfully the others were gone, away and out for the next few hours.

Which meant that the moment she was alone, she started to sate her passion.

Without even bothering to disrobe her fingers found themselves between her thighs instantly, already slick from desire, moist and clinging to her panties.

"Agh! I'm going to have to change those later."

Her eyes shut tight as she began to finger herself, digging into her plump deliciously sweet cunt.

Her hips shook passionately, vibrations channeling through her as she edged herself over the edge.

Loud sloppy squishing sounds resonated from between her clothed figure, her thighs squirming together as she arched her fingers inwards scraping against the soft sensitive walls.

Her thumb pressed against her clit, grinding the soft nub to enhance her pleasure.

She felt her cheeks rush, her mind wandering to her favorite superhero, reminding herself of her little guilty pleasure.

Her legs, spasming as they were, pulled her upwards, forcing her lower half into the air as her head shifted in place to increase her comfort.

"Oh gods oh gods oh gods! I'm so close!"

She wasn't normally so verbal, but she was just so close, that itch that had been gnawing at her for weeks was finally going to end.

She just had to imagine herself and her hero just a bit more, they were almost there!

Then something unexpected happened, Mogar was looking at her, towering over her as he pressed her into the ground. Her belly laying flat to the floor as he took her plump tush from behind with zero mercy.

"So close so close!"

"Almost there Reese!"

Her fantasy suddenly shifted, the voice that called her wasn't Mogar's. With a snap she realized that the dream changed, on top of her, pinning her to the ground with interlaced fingers, wasn't her favorite superhero. It was Jaune, her leader, one of her bestest buddies, currently releasing a relentless chain of powerful thrusts. She could practically feel his member splitting her apart, each thick vein grinding into her viscous cunt. Slapping flesh to flesh she was suddenly hit harder than she could have imagined.

"CuuuUuUmmmiiiinggg!"

She cried out, pleasure over taking her, her fingers didn't stop even as she released squirt after squirt of bodily fluids, her tight little slit convulsing with ecstatic passion.

Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, her eyes opening slowly, face turning redder than May's hair.

"Oh my god..."

She couldn't believe what she'd just imagined... "Oh no oh no oh no..."

She thought about Jaune, during sex!

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Patreon Reward: Jaune’s Normal Life

Jaune wakes with a splitting migraine one morning, but thinks he just needs some aspirin and rest. Only later does he realize that something is different…and now, he must navigate the teetering edge of hormones and morality.

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Cat Nap

Yang offers some sleeping aid to Blake and it works a bit too well. Yang tried her best to comfort the sleep deprived faunus. "C'mon Blake, your grades have been slipping and you seem miserable. I've taken these exact same pills so I can get a great night's sleep." Yang said with a smile and handing her the bottle of pills. "Fine... I'll try them out... But only because we have tests coming up and I do really need the sleep" Blake said with a groggy voice. The next morning Yang went to go wake up Blake up to find her sound asleep. "Wish I could let her sleep but class starts in an hour" Yang thought to herself as she slightly shook Blake. After Blake wouldn't wake up she threw off the blankets. Yang was speechless as she saw Blake with only a tank top and panties. She looked down and saw that she knocked over the bottle of pills only to see it was the extra strength ones. Yang started thinking about how to wake Blake up. As she looked at the drooling Blake she felt her cock get hard in her pajamas. "I really shouldn't... But when am I going to get another chance... What if this wakes her up? What if I tell her that I was helping her wake up?" Yang pondered for a couple minutes before she began to strip. Her cock almost hurt from the arousal she was feeling. "Fuck why am I so hard" Yang thought to herself as she slipped off Blake's panties. Yang began to rub her throbbing and dripping cock on Blake's plump ass. Yang bit her lower lip as she continued to cover Blake's ass with her pre cum. "Just... Just a little..." Yang thought to herself as she inserted her cock tip inside Blake's pussy. Yang covered her mouth and moaned as she almost came from the excitement. Yang drooled as she slowly inserted her cock all the way inside. Yang could feel her cock throb as Blake's walls began to mold to her shape. Yang moaned into her hand as she began to thrust into her teammates pussy. "I can't believe I'm fucking Blake while she's sleeping. It's wrong but it feels so good~" Yang thought to herself as she continued to fuck the unconscious faunus. Blake slowly Opened her eyes and still groggy from the pills. "Y... Yang?" Blake asked as she still hasn't grasped the situation. Yang kissed Blake and began to fuck her roughly. "I'm sorry Blake~! I can't stop and I'm about to cum~!" Yang moaned wildly as she began to shoot cum deep inside Blake. As Yang slowly pulled out and recovered from the waves of pleasure. "I'm so sorry!!!!!!" Yang yelled as she bowed her head against the floor. "Y... You... Know if you wanted to fuck me you could of done it while I was awake... Also... I can take the pills again tonight if you want~?" Blake said with a sleepy voice. Yang's cock stood up and throbbed at her words. "Blake~!" Yang cheered as she began to breed the faunus again.

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"Dad, you still haven't told me where we're going." Jaune asked his father. His father chartered a bullhead, and his mother wept as they boarded. For the entire week, he had a pit growing in his stomach. His mother grew distant, and his father flinched every time he heard his scroll ringing. He wasn't a genius, but even Jaune could tell something was wrong. "Dad, what's going on?"

"Jaune," his father swallowed a lump in his throat, "now that we're here, you need to know. Last month, I went to Mistral for a job. I almost died, but I was saved by someone. I thought she was a Huntress, but... she isn't. And she said there was a price to be paid." The pit grew deeper and deeper. "And that price is you."

Jaune choked on his words. The fear gripped his heart like a vice. He was at a loss for words, and chose instead to sob in his seat. He then grit his teeth and glared at his father, who reached out to him.

"I'm sorry, son-"

"Shut up!" Jaune shrieked, drawing the attention of the other passengers. "You sold me into slavery! What the hell kind of a father does that?!"

"Jaune, you need to understand. This woman, she's powerful. She said I either gave you to her or..." He swallowed. "...or her men would take you and your sisters by force. I know it hurts, but... think of your sisters! I'm protecting my family-"

"By selling your only son!" Jaune screamed.

A large man approached them. He wore black sunglasses that covered a scar across his face. He crouched down to be at the same eye-level as Jaune, who turned to him with puffy, red eyes.

"Listen, kid, you're kind of being loud." He grumbled. "I need you to keep it down."

"You don't understand!" Jaune shouted. "My father sold-" The man grabbed Jaune's face, holding him in a strong grip that threatened to break his face.

"I understand." He growled as he lowered his sunglasses, revealing green eyes. "I just don't care. Shut up, or I'll have to explain to Missy why her goods are damaged."

He let go and Jaune noticed a few things. First, all the passengers were male, with a distinct gap between the groups. The younger males, like himself, were all ages fifteen to eighteen. All the rest were late twenties to early thities, and save for his father, all had spider tattoos on their bodies. It was already too late for him.

"Hello, boys." The woman in front of them said. "You are all here because your family ran into some bad luck."

The woman was shorter and much more plump than Jaune or his expectations. She had blonde hair and lavender eyes. She wore a white dress with purple frills. Her exposed shoulder revealed a tattoo of a spider in a web. She carried herself with an air of authority, but also feminity.

"And because of that, I am here to help them." She walked in front of the young men, and stopped at Jaune. "But nothing in this world is free." She eyed him up and down with a critical eye, as if he were an art piece to be appraised. "And the price for my help is all of you. You will each be trained by my Spiders, and you will each serve your family's debt by serving me." She snapped her arm out, making Jaune flinch. She chuckled, then walked the line again, fanning herself. "Some of you will be bodyguards. Some of you will be informants. Some of you will even be assassins." She walked to the center, her back to them. "But one of you will be lucky, and not be any of those things. You will have it easy, and will serve your sentence the shortest. Good luck, boys. Love, Little Miss Malachite~!"

She motioned with her index finger aloft, curling and uncurling slowly. A team of burly men stepped between her and the young men. Jaune recognized one of the men instantly; the scarred man from the bullhead. And from his grin, he recognized Jaune, too.

"You boys will be my tarantulas, my bodyguards." The woman said. "You will serve the longest sentence, and will recieve the most rigorous training." She turned and smiled through both her red lipstick and her Tarantulas. "If you survive to the end, though, I guarantee you'll be accepted into Haven Academy in a heartbeat. Mister, Zheng, if you would?"

As the names were read off by the scarred man, Jaune dreaded the future before him. If he was accepted as a Tarantula, it was likely he would be beaten horribly. His body may improve, but he would more likely die before then. The man known as Zheng pointed towards the exit, and the young men called out were punched, beaten, and brutalized into leaving. Those too injured to move were dragged by the neck. The Tarantulas exited, except for Zheng.

"Next will be my weavers." Miss Malachite chirped, ignoring the bloody smear on the ground. "You will be my informants. Only the brightest get to be so lucky. You will learn every language, both spoken and written, and you will tell me everything in every language, spoken and written. Your training won't be as harsh," her expression became serious, "but if you let that brightest comment go to your head, I'll find something else to replace it. Like a dagger, or a brand. Mr. Zheng?"

Jaune was smart, to an extent, but learning multiple languages all at once? That sounded way worse than school. He didn't think he'd say this, but he actually missed vocational school. Especially now as the shivering young men were shuffled out by the Weavers.

"Next are my Widowers." Jaune gulped, realizing Mr. Zheng and three others remained. "You will recieve the same training as the Tarantulas and Weavers, albeit less so, but you will also learn how to kill a man, and love the process of doing it. Your sentence is the shortest of the three, but that's assuming you live to see your debt repaid. Mr. Zheng?"

The last of the boys were whipped towards the exit. Not as harshly as the Tarantulas, but also not as quietly as the Wevers. Jaune sighed in a brief sense of relief as his name wasn't called. He didn't think he had the stomach to murder anyone.

But he did have a stomach to drop as he realized he was now alone with Mr. Zheng and Miss Malachite.

"Lucky you." She smiled. It was the most terrifying moment of his young life.

Jaune had followed the woman, whom he would refer to as Little Miss Malachite, led him with Mr. Zheng following behind. He followed her into her car, which Mr. Zheng drove, and offered him champagne. Jaune wasn't of age yet, but he wasn't going to tell the woman who now controlled his life about that (not that he expected her to care he was 15 and not 18).

When the car stopped, Jaune stumbled out, his mind buzzing from the alcohol. For actime, his fears melted away as he followed her into a bar. The bartender eyed him, then shook his head with a sigh. Little Miss Malachite waited for him to climb up the stairs, then took his hand and guided him to a room. She slipped away and Jaune sobered up enough to grow hesitant of the dark room. He fully sobered up when Mr. Zheng pushed him in.

"Welcome to your room, Jaune." Little Miss Malachite gestured as she turned on the light. It was small, but very comfortable as the fine Mistralian silk sheets and pillowcases covered the large bed. "You are such a lucky boy, you know."

Jaune turned around to see Little Miss Malachite lock the door, hanging the key on a hook nearby. He gulped as the pit in his stomach grew. He was trapped in a bedroom with the woman who owned him. A woman, whom he remembered only recently, held a lot of power in Mistral.

"See, it's not easy being me." She sighed, walking closer. "I have so much influence and responsibility, that it gets to be too much sometimes." She slipped a hand down to his groin and rubbed it slowly, dragging her fingers across the denim. His breath hitched. "And that's where you come in. See, I need a little stress relief, and you're just the little man to give it to me." She licked her lips. "Although, maybe little isn't accurate."

Jaune fell backwards onto the bed. He panted as the fear came back a hundredfold. He wasn't just trapped with the most powerful woman in Mistral. He was trapped with an apex predator.

"My little venom trick should be working it's way into you right now." Jaune panting was now joined by sweating and a tightness in his chest. Looking down, he saw his member straining against his pants. She giggled before her first order. "Strip."

Jaune panted as Little Miss Malachite lit her cigarette. He was hot, sweaty, sticky, and ashamed. He dreamed his first time would be with the first woman who loved him for who he was. He hoped she would stay with him until they married, and continued to stay then after.

Instead, he was drugged and raped by a woman three times his age in the upstairs of a shady bar in a country so far from his home after his father sold him into this slavery. He felt so disgusted with himself, he wanted to die.

"Mm, that was a good release." She hummed. She set the cigarette in the ashtray and layed next to him, she herself sweaty with sticky. She dragged her fingernail up and down his chest. "Now, before we go any further, I want to tell you some key words I use to let you know what I want. When I say I want sugar, you kiss me. If I say I want cream, you cum for me. If I say I want fresh vanilla, I want that tongue deep inside me. You'll know where~." She winked. "Now, let's practice. I want sugar." Jaune leaned forward and kissed the woman old enough to be his mother.

It was a chaste kiss, but she wasn't looking for chastity. She wanted vulgarity. She pressed forward and began pumping his shaft. He was ashamed of his erection.

"Now, I want cream." Jaune bucked his hips and came into her hand. She licked it off and chuckled. "Good boy. Now, here's a tricky one." She layed back and eyed him with a dangerously lustful gaze. "I want milk."

Jaune gulped, looking at her in fear. She didn't train this, but then it clicked for him. She was testing his problem solving skills. He eyed her breasts and wrapped his lips around a nipple. She rubbed his head as he suckled.

"Mm, I just might keep you at this rate."

They saw him. He was a dead man. That was the middle ground in this. In the best case scenario, they forgot he ever existed and he escapes. The worst case was he was brouhht back to her alive. He couldn't chance that.

Jaune panted as he ran through the city. The pounding rain soaked through his jacket, making him shiver all over. But he didn't care, so long as it meant freedom.

He had made it outside of Mistral and escaped her web. That's what he thought until he saw her daughters walking across the street from him. And he knew they saw him, because they stared at him for a good minute before reaching for their scrolls.

He was out of breath, and the storm was getting worse. He needed to stop, despite his mind blaring against the idea. He stepped inside a dust shop and panted. He fell to his knees and coughed hoarsely as he could feel the pneumonia setting in.

"Are you okay?" He looked up to see a young girl, about thirteen or fourteen, standing over him with headphones around her neck. She wore a black dress with a red hood and cape, and her belt was in the shape of a rose.

"I..." Jaune gulped. "I need help."

Before he could explain further, there was a shout at the front counter. Roman Torchwick, a rival of sorts for his former tormentor, held the clerk at gun point. They had never met in person, but the man's attire and attitude matched her pillow talk discussions of him to a tee.

A goon noticed them and approached. Jaune cowered as he ducked his head. There was a crash and, as he looked up, he saw the young girl fighting off against Roman's thugs, kicking them through the windows. He was amazed by the sight. He followed her outside, yards behind Torchwick. The fight grew intense, and Jaune feared the worst.

"Be careful!" He shouted. "It looks like a cane, but it's also a gun and a grappling hook!"

The girl smirked. "What a coincidence! So is mine!"

Torchwick managed to rally some more goons to distract her, but Jaune followed him in his escape. He arrived in time to see a bullhead landing on the roof. The girl also arrived next to him, aiming her weapon to their escape vessel. Just then another woman arrived, dueling against the flying machine until she was forced to abandon her endeavor.

She glared at the two. "I hope you can explain what exactly happened here." The girl simply squealed at the sight of a rwal life Huntress.

"How do you take your coffee?" The older man asked. Jaune recognized him as Professor Ozpin, the Headmaster of Beacon Academy. "With sugar?" Jaune flinched and shook his head. "Perhaps cream? I have fresh vanilla-"

"N-No coffee, please." Jaune gulped. "I, uh, don't drink coffee."

"Very well." The headmaster looked over the papers on the table. "Miss Rose, that young girl you helped tonight, said you were crucial in your pursuit of Roman Torchwick." He looked deep into his eyes. "She also said you knew about his combat abilities. This begs the question, why?"

"I, uh, just happened to hear about it." Jaune half-lied.

"From who?" Jaune clammed up. "If you're in trouble, we can help you. But we need to know the important details, Mr. Arc." Jaune kept quiet.

"If I may, sir?" The older, blonde woman said. She was taller, with a slim build. Professor Ozpin nodded before standing, alloeing the woman to sit across from him. She laid a crop between them. "Do you know what this is?"

"A custom-made leather loop riding crop, designed for heavy duty blunt damage." He answered. "It will hurt, but it won't leave a bruise." He looked away, rubbing his arm.

"Jaune," the woman gently called, "we can help you. You can trust us. We can protect you. But we can't help you unless you help us first."

Jaune didn't understand why, but it was at this point he explained everything. His betrayal, his "training," the years he spent being used and abused by Little Miss Malachite, his escape, all of it. He stopped a few times to cry, sobbing into the table at first and then into the woman's, whom he learned was named Glynda, embrace. It didn't make him pure, but he felt cleaner.

"That's all I know." Jaune said. "So what happens now?"

Glynda looked to Ozpin, who nodded. "Now," she looked him in the eyes, "you have two choices. You can go into witness protection, hiding from your past with the help of Huntsmen and Huntresses across Remnant." She straightened her glasses. "Or you can attend Beacon, training to fight so you can confront your past, stronger than ever before. The choice is yours."

Jaune was surprised by the offer. He had no Huntsman background, and yet he was offered the chance of a lifetime. A chance to become stronger. He closed his eyes, remembering the fear he felt, the pain and disgust built up over the years. He then imagined others. The poor souls sold into slavery because of Li- no, Malachite's kindness. He needed to get stronger. He needed to stop her, whatevef it takes.

"When do I start?"

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