Poll Winner -- Jaune x Velvet -- Never Judge a Book... (Patreon)

“Well, well, well,” a familiar voice drawled. “Who do we have here?”

Velvet felt dread wash over her like a crashing wave, obliterating her good mood. The library was typically empty on the weekends with even the most studious of students preferring to be elsewhere. She would have also rather have been anywhere else but here but she was falling behind in a couple of her classes; Grimm Studies and History, to be more precise. It meant that she needed to hit the books or risk failing those classes, something she had very nearly accomplished in her first year at Beacon. It was the reason why even now, as a second year student, she regularly sat in on the first year classes for those subjects.

But it seemed that she wasn’t the only one that required some catch up study, for why else would Cardin Winchester and his group of friends be in the library, on a weekend? None of them struck her as the type to enjoy reading, nor did any of them strike her as particularly learned or smart. No – she knew exactly the type of people they were; bigoted, ignorant assholes.

Assholes that had taken a liking to tormenting her any chance they got.

All because she was a faunus.

Velvet tried not to flinch as he approached, his shadow shrouding her as his considerable bulk blocked out the sun from the nearby window. Peering up at them timidly, she quickly looked away from Cardin’s smug smile, feeling sick in the pit of her stomach. Sky Lark leered at her suggestively and that more than anything made her skin crawl. Dove simply glared at her, rounded face squinting while Russel seemed aloof, bored with what was about to occur.

She hated them.

She hated them so much it hurt.

Velvet knew that she could beat them in a fight if it came down to it. One-on-one, she could take any single member of Team CRDL and win. She was confident enough in her ability to do so, especially if she had her weapon with her. But all four of them at once? That was a hill too far. She wasn’t Pyrrha Nikos, after all.

Cardin glanced at her pile of books, picking one up before she could stop him. He flicked through it disinterestedly. “Grimm Studies? An animal studying other animals – what a world we live in.”

Velvet placed her hands in her lap, hiding them from view as they curled into fists. She could still vividly recall the sensation of Cardin pulling on her ears in the middle of the dining hall, and the humiliation she felt afterwards. By some miracle, her team hadn’t found out about it and she wanted to keep it that way. The thought of their pitying eyes made her want to throw up.

Why was she so useless?

If Coco discovered what had been happening, she would stop at nothing to put these boys in their place. As much as Velvet would enjoy seeing it happen, relish it even, she knew her team leader would never stop at a simple beat down, nor would the rest of her teammates. They’d already gotten in a lot of trouble in their first year when another student had bullied her about her faunus traits, putting him in the infirmary after a very serious altercation. Professor Goodwitch had been sympathetic and understanding of their reasons but was clear; if it happened again, more than detention would be coming their way.

Velvet couldn’t afford for them to ruin their chances at being Huntsmen over something so trivial, something so stupid. She wasn’t about to let a group of dickheads ruin their potential careers. It was her problem – she needed to figure it out herself.

Easier said than done.

“How about we help her out?” Cardin asked his team. “I know a thing or two about putting animals in their place.”

“Sounds like fun, boss,” Dove agreed while Sky continued to rake her body with his unwanted gaze.

Russel shrugged. “I dunno. I’m kinda bored.”

Cardin shot his teammate an irritated look. “The fuck else do you have planned, huh?”

Russel held up his hands, realizing he had upset his leader. “Uh – I just meant shouldn’t we finish our homework fast so Peach doesn’t ride our ass about it and we can go down to Vale?”

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten how you cowards left me,” Cardin shifted his glare to encompass the others and even Sky looked startled, finally looking away from her at the signs of danger. “If I say we’re going to mess with this freak then we are going to mess with her. I don’t give a fuck how bored you are.”

Velvet stiffened as tension filled the air, the unexpected turn doing little to settle her nerves. She’d never seen them fight amongst themselves before, watching as Dove, Sky and Russel shied away from Cardin like he was a rabid dog about to bite. What did Cardin mean by they left him?

“C-Cardin, come on,” Dove tried. “We said we were sorry about that – right, guys? We were in the wrong and we panicked. Russel didn’t mean anything by it, did you?”

“Nah, I didn’t mean nothing by it.”

Velvet watched the tense standoff, getting ready to slip away if fists should start flying but she would never be so lucky. Cardin sighed, exhaling heavily before turning away from them, facing her once more. He looked calm again – except in his eyes. They brimmed with anger even if his face was perfectly blank.

Somehow that was more terrifying than any other expression she had seen on his face before. She could deal with his disgusting sneers and the way he looked down on her, as if she were some type of creature unworthy of consideration. But this was something else; something dangerous.

“Sorry about these jerks,” he told her, voice even. “Apparently you bore them. But you don’t bore me.”

Why couldn’t they all just fuck off?

One of his large hands grabbed the chair across from her and pulled it out, and he was about to sit down when he paused, eyes darting behind her. If possible, the anger in his eyes flared even brighter, his expression twisting to match – but buried within, visible to her eye was a healthy dose of trepidation.

“What’s going on here?”

The voice was familiar but she couldn’t place it. The effect it had was instant, though. Dove, Russel and Sky all shared looks of concern, glancing worriedly at Cardin. The hulking boy was frozen, staring over her head as if transfixed.

Velvet wasn’t accustomed to seeing Cardin look so flustered.

She felt whoever it was step up behind her chair, looming over her. She didn’t dare turn and look, instead focusing on the reactions playing out before her.

“Jauney boy,” Cardin finally said and at once, Velvet placed the voice to a face.

Jaune Arc – another victim of Cardin’s campaign of bullying. A human, not a faunus, yet tormented all the same. How many times had she seen Jaune tripped in the halls? Or pushed against lockers? One time, Cardin had even triggered the mecha-shifting of his shield as he was passing through a doorway, causing quite the scene when the blond ended up stuck.

...so why was Team CRDL acting like they’d just seen a ghost?

“Cardin,” Jaune replied. “I didn’t expect to see you here on a Saturday.”

Cardin grimaced. “Peach.”

Apparently that was enough. “Her class was always your worst, wasn’t it?”

Cardin didn’t answer.

“Sorry for being late, Velvet,” Jaune said, pulling out the chair beside her and sitting in it, his book bag dropped on the table. “Nora held me up. Did you wait long?”

What was he talking about...?

The thought had barely registered before she caught on, eyes widening slightly.

“N-No,” she stuttered, cursing her weakness. “I haven’t been here long.”

Cardin looked especially sour at this, face pinched. “You two are friends?”

Jaune nodded, smiling happily. “Yeah. She’s been helping me out with some things. You know how hopeless I am at some of the subjects.”

Velvet glanced between them, completely lost. What was happening here? It didn’t make any sense. Especially when Cardin decided to back off, hands raised.

“I’ll leave you two alone, then,” he grunted. “Come on, let’s go.”

Dove shot Jaune a strange look and followed, Sky turning his back. Russel hesitated, frowning at Jaune as if he wanted to say something but then the moment was lost, and he left with the rest of his team.

Velvet blinked, perplexed.

“Sorry about that,” Jaune turned her way, gifting her with a small smile. “For acting so familiar. It’s just... it looked like he was about to stir up trouble so I sorta came over here before I thought it through.”

“I – no, don’t apologize,” she stumbled, still thrown by this sudden turn of events. “I don’t mind. But...”

What the fuck just happened?

“We have a bit of an understanding,” Jaune said, clearly seeing the unspoken question play out on her face. “Cardin and I. He won’t bother you again, I think. And if he does, just let me know, okay?”

Just like that?

“Doesn’t he pick on you as well?” she blurted before she could stop herself. She was usually so much better at keeping her true thoughts hidden, helped by her naturally awkward nature but occasionally things slipped out. At least she didn’t swear – when that happened, she always felt really embarrassed about it.

Jaune chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “He used to, yeah. But like I said, we’ve come to an understanding. He leaves me alone now – and my friends, he won’t mess with them. You could say that he owes me.”

There was a story there but he wasn’t telling. Not surprising. They didn’t know each other, not really. He was a first year, she was in her second and apart from the few classes she sat in that he took, they only ever saw each other around campus from afar. The only reason she knew his name was because of those shared classes and because he was a little famous.

Not for anything he did but because of who his partner was. Being connected to such a celebrity garnered its own share of attention, good or bad. Mostly bad. Some of the other students had some very unkind things to say about him, born of jealousy or just unimpressed with his well known lackluster performances in Combat Class.

But maybe there was more to Jaune Arc than anyone else realized.

“Thank you,” she bowed her head, her rabbit ears flopping on the table. Her cheeks flushed at the mistake, quickly sitting up. “For coming to my aid.”

“Anytime,” he then stood. “See you around?”

She nodded quickly and he left, shouldering his bag. Velvet watched until she couldn’t see him any longer, his tall frame disappearing around the side of a bookshelf. Facing forward, she fiddled with her fingers.

He’d been nice...

He had swooped in like a prince charming and saved the damsel, and then rode off into the sunset without a backwards glance. Velvet shook her head, annoyed at her overactive imagination, her cheeks burning furiously.

“The fuck is wrong with you,” she muttered, rubbing at her cheeks until they cooled down. If no one heard her swear, then it wasn’t so bad.

Life wasn’t a fairytale.

They’d probably never talk again, seeing no reason for it. Even if she wanted it to happen. It was always good to make more friends, right? And he was kind. He didn’t have to step in but he did. And he was handsome.

...he was, wasn’t he? In a young, boyish way. Almost like a boy-next-door type, the kind you’d see in a boy band. Handsome and tall, and kind... brave, for standing up to a boor like Cardin Winchester. Someone that he had a bad history with.

She was getting way ahead of herself but she couldn’t help it. It was a bad habit of hers, one she really needed to curtail but... was there really any harm in it? As long as it stayed in her head, it wasn’t like it was harmful.

It was just a nice thought, that was all. What girl didn’t want a dashing hero to sweep them off their feet? She may be training to become a Huntress and believed that a woman could do whatever she pleased, but that didn’t mean that more traditional desires held no sway on her.

Velvet could be a very greedy girl – and greedy girls liked to be pampered.

She was right, though – until she wasn’t. They didn’t speak again for over a month. She would see him around and she’d watch him subtly, being careful not to alert Coco that anything was amiss. She kept an ear out for any gossip surrounding him and there was plenty. His hopeless infatuation with the Schnee heiress, someone that made Velvet nervous but also curious. His growing prowess in combat, rumors circulating that Pyrrha herself had taken it upon herself to train him personally. Without Cardin’s harassment, he certainly looked happier.

But then not long after the first break of the year, on the cusp of the Vytal Festival, Velvet made a new friend.

Ruby Rose.

And who was Ruby Rose’s best friend?

Jaune Arc.

Ruby was much like she was. Awkward, a little shy – but also odd. The younger girl was obsessed with weaponry, going so far as to call her weapon ‘her baby’ whereas Velvet was passionate about photography to a ridiculous degree. Sometimes she wondered if her Semblance had been shaped by her hobby. Photographic Memory – the ability to mimic other people’s movement, even to the point of copying more advanced abilities like dance, combat and more. A simple glance was all it took and as long as her body could execute it, she would never fail. It was only natural that her weapon be something that could take advantage of such a powerful ability.

...it sucked that it was so expensive to use, though. Taking pictures was cheap. Replicating weapons through Hard-Light Dust to bring about her full potential? Not so much.

But their obsessive behavior surrounding their ‘hobbies’ drew them together.

It helped that Ruby was a very sweet girl, as well.

They also had other things in common. Ruby was super into comic books, music and anime, something that Velvet also loved.

And apparently, so did Jaune.

Ruby and Velvet had made it a habit of meeting up on Friday’s after class, and so she was completely blind sided when the familiar blond was waiting next to the little rose, waving happily as she paused in surprise.

“J-Jaune?” she squeaked.

“Hey Velvet,” he greeted warmly.

“Jaune said he wanted to tag along. That’s okay, right?” Ruby looked worried, as if she hadn’t thought she might object before this moment.

They were supposed to be heading down to Vale to have a look around at some of the more niche stores that carried merchandise associated with things like comics, anime and... other things. Things that Velvet may have been planning to sneak away briefly to purchase so Ruby’s young, innocent eyes weren’t corrupted.

Doujin.

So much doujin.

“No, no – that’s okay,” Velvet hurriedly assured them, even though it was going to make her task much more difficult. “I – Jaune is nice.”

...had she really said that out loud?

She wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out.

“He is!” Ruby said enthusiastically. “He’s a big, nice dork like us!”

Jaune snickered.

The airship down to Vale was an uneventful trip, only taking a few minutes from take off until they arrived at the terminal. Velvet quickly learned that Jaune didn’t like flying, even on such a short trip. Motion sickness, he claimed – and things spiraled from there, Ruby spilling the beans.

“He vomited on your sister’s boots?”

“Did you really have to tell her that?”

Jaune covered his face as they disembarked, groaning as Ruby giggled at his misfortune. From here they could take a bus or a train, depending where they wished to go. The station was packed, one of the busiest times of the day. Everyone was knocking off work and school, and the crowds were swelling as people tried to get home.

“We call him Vomit Boy because of it,” Ruby continued smugly and Jaune decided to return fire.

“And we call her Crater Face. Did you know she blew up the courtyard on her first day?”

Velvet blinked before facing Ruby. “That was you?”

Everyone had heard the blast and some had even witnessed Professor Goodwitch repairing the damage, but there had been little information on what exactly had occurred. It had become a little bit of a mystery, a popular story that got passed around, like those lists some schools had; the 8 mysteries of Beacon Academy, or some such. Mystery eight; the exploding courtyard. Watch where you step or you might get blasted to smithereens.

“It wasn’t my fault!” Ruby whined. “I tripped over Weiss’ luggage and it was filled with dust! Who walks around with dust in their suitcases?”

“A dust princess?” Jaune supplied with a grin.

“And then she was really mean and started yelling at me, and she wouldn’t listen to a thing I said,” Ruby threw her hands up in the air. “It was a really horrible experience!”

“And so was throwing up on a stranger's feet, but you keep telling everyone that it happened.”

Velvet giggled as Ruby pouted.

“Fiiine~! I won’t tell that story any more,” she sulked for about two seconds. “Did you know Jaune wears a bunny rabbit onesie?”

“There isn’t anything wrong with that!” Jaune said hotly. “It’s warm and comfortable! Why does everyone think it’s lame?”

“Because it is!” Ruby rolled her eyes.

Velvet perked up. Did Jaune like bunny rabbits?

Wait, why did that matter?

“Come on, Velvet – back me up. There isn’t anything wrong with wearing a onesie, is there?”

“H-Huh? Oh – um, er – no?”

“See!” Jaune puffed up triumphantly.

“Booo,” Ruby sassed, hands cupped around her mouth.

“You’re just jealous that you don’t have one,” Jaune nodded sagely. “I’ll buy you one for your birthday. It’ll be black with roses all over it.”

Ruby opened her mouth and then shut it again, and Velvet thought that maybe Ruby liked the sound of that. Perhaps she didn’t think onesies were that lame after all?

She watched them both as they bantered back and forth, their ease with one another showing her just how close of friends they really were. Velvet couldn’t help but get swept up in their camaraderie and soon enough, she was joining in as they boarded a train and rode it across the city.

They got off at Midtown, and were greeted by an endless array of store fronts stretching in both directions, as far as they could see. Velvet could see immediately that this area was rather well maintained, and the people were dressed very fashionably. A lot of the stores sold clothes, and many of the people loitering around were teenage girls and women in their early twenties. Further along were a series of cafes with roadside tables, with a large intersection that if they turned at, would take them down town and into the business district.

They walked by the cafes, across the street and further still until they started encountering more varied stores; electronic outlets, book stores, toy shops and more. It didn’t take them long to find what they were looking for, sighting a brightly decorated sign that announced itself proudly.

It read Fantasy Planet in large, bold writing with graphic novels, anime and manga printed underneath.

It was busy; very busy. Mostly young men, though Velvet saw a few girls lingering around the entrance, some of them dressed up in a clear effort to hide their identity; large sunglasses and face masks concealing their faces. Not everyone was comfortable with their hobbies. Velvet never bothered with hiding herself because concealing her ears was troublesome and not something she was comfortable doing. She was a proud faunus and wouldn’t ever hide that; but it also meant that she was easily identifiable by anyone that saw them.

They were kinda big; tall, long and slender, they gave her the appearance of someone much taller than she really was. In reality, she was pretty short. Not as short as Ruby or her partner, but shorter than a lot of the other girls at Beacon.

Ruby also didn’t care one bit who saw her, marching inside, head thrown back proudly. Jaune laughed and followed, and Velvet quickly hurried in behind them.

The register was right next to the entrance on the right, people lined up in queues waiting to make their purchases. Beyond was a large room filled to the brim with countless bookshelves, laden with books, magazines, dvd’s, and more. Bins were filled with rolled up posters, figurines were on display in glass cases and there were even plushies, clothing and even props; fake swords, guns, and other more unique items.

If it existed, this place had it.

Velvet was about to ask what they wanted to look at first when Ruby exploded in a cascade of rose petals, vanishing amongst the shelves. People stopped what they were doing and pointed, their expressions a mixture of surprise and awe. It wasn’t every day that a Huntress or Huntress-in-training just casually used their semblance in the middle of a store.

To civilians, it must have looked a little like a super power.

“And there she goes,” Jaune shook his head. “Excitement got the better of her.”

Velvet giggled. “Did you want to look at anything in particular?”

He shrugged. “Not really. Do you?”

She did – but she couldn’t tell him that.

“Not really,” she parroted. “Want to just walk around?”

“Sure.”

Their first stop were the comic books and manga, one of the more populated parts of the store. Jaune quickly walked over to a nearby shelf and plucked a magazine from the rack, Velvet peering around his shoulder to get a look at what he was reading.

X-Ray and Vav.

“Been reading this since I was a kid,” he told her, flipping through the pages. “The last arc wasn’t very good, though. I hope they’ll be able to recover but whenever they introduce a new member to the main cast, it can be pretty iffy.”

“Do you read anything else?”

Jaune nodded. “Yeah, of course. Demon Hunter is really good but it’s getting really close to finishing. That’s a good thing, too many other series drag on as a cash grab but it’ll be sad when it finishes.”

Velvet perked up. He read Demon Hunter!?

“Isn’t Tanji’s sister just the cutest?” she gushed. “So many stories get caught up in romance and don’t get me wrong, I like that too but there is something about watching a brother do everything he can to save his sister that is just like – the coolest.”

Natsuki really was the luckiest girl in the world! Velvet wished she had an older brother to dote on her.

“Right?” Jaune beamed, meeting her eyes. “I like shipping just as much as the next person but they are just too wholesome to challenge. He ain’t got no time for girls when he has to find a cure for his sister.”

Velvet smiled widely in return, the pair grinning at each other as they nodded.

“I also read Fullsteel Enchanter, Atlesian Ghoul, Death Letter and – oh! There is a new one that only started a few weeks ago called Huntress x Huntress. That one is really good. I think the author must be a retired Huntsman or something because he seems to really know his stuff. Like types of Grimm and even things like – uh, aura,” he mumbled that last part, looking a little embarrassed. “If it had been around longer, maybe I would have known about that...”

“What?”

He shook his head. “Nothing, don’t worry. I’m just an idiot sometimes.”

Jaune laughed and Velvet thought he looked pretty cute when he did. She immediately squashed that thought, mortified.

They went back and forth, talking about their favorite series as only a couple of nerds could. Velvet was pleased to discover that they had much the same taste, favoring stories with admirable heroes but also able to enjoy darker works, ones that tested morality and picked at the dark side of human and faunus society. They also had some minor disagreements.

“I just can’t believe you think Sakura is better for Nero than Hina,” Jaune shook his head in disbelief. “Hina has been there for him every step of the way. Sure, it was in the background and the author could have done a better job of involving her more often but can’t you see that her love is pure? Sakura didn’t even like him for half of the series and she only began to see him in a different light after she was rejected by Soren!”

“Hina is boring,” Velvet said bluntly, snickering at the look of outrage that twisted Jaune’s face. “She is! Her entire character is just quiet, shy girl who is somewhat pretty and comes from a rich family. Okay, so there is that arc about how her father is a giant douchebag and puts her younger sister before her but that is literally the only interesting story with her in the entire series! Sakura is much more involved in the main storyline, her character growth is phenomenal and just because she used to like Soren doesn’t mean her feelings for Nero aren’t pure! It just took her a long time to see that what she had always wanted was right in front of her the entire time, that’s all. She was blinded by the toxic pretty boy.”

“She used to hit him and call him names!”

“That was when they were kids! She matures a lot and becomes his staunchest defender!”

They were drawing a little bit of a crowd as they furiously debated the merits of each girl, until finally even in their moment of insanity, they noticed the stares. Velvet flushed a brilliant red and marched away and Jaune followed, laughing awkwardly as some of the onlookers clapped, clearly impressed by their passion and knowledge of the series.

“Oh my god, what is wrong with me,” Velvet moaned pitifully, covering her face.

“Haha, yeah – that was a little humiliating,” Jaune said, trying his best to stay upbeat. “If my sister’s saw me geeking out like that, I’d never hear the end of it.”

They moved onto the novel section but not before Velvet got one final shot in.

“Boring.”

Jaune scowled good-naturedly. “You just love tsundere’s.”

“I do not!” she fired up. “I’m not a slave to character tropes!”

“Uh huh.”

“I’m not!”

But he wasn’t listening, browsing through the books and admiring the artwork on the covers. Velvet pouted petulantly and joined him, mood improving quickly as they shared a laugh at some of the ridiculous names some of these series were called.

“I am a Leviathan, an S-Ranked Grimm, but Mistaken for a Lizard, I live as a Faunus Girl’s Pet,” Jaune read off incredulously. “What the hell is that?”

Velvet giggled wildly.

“Cowardly Hero: The Hero is Overpowered but a Massive Coward,” Velvet considered this one. “That could be interesting.”

Another thing they discussed was the tired, overused state of popular genres.

“I’m not gonna lie, I do have a thing for isekai stuff,” Jaune admitted and Velvet nodded. She liked that genre as well. “But do they really have to be so low effort? Some of the earlier works were really well done and it felt like the things they pioneered were earned through effort. Now they all just rip them off and pick out the worst parts, mash them together and call it a day. It’s really frustrating.”

“In Another World with my Scroll,” Velvet muttered darkly.

“Exactly!” Jaune exclaimed. “And the main characters always feel like they’re the same. How can they be shut-in’s in their previous life, shunned by society and yet they are able to sweet talk everyone in these new worlds? It doesn’t make sense! And when you find the few series that treat this character flaw as a serious thing, they make them such degenerates that it’s hard to get behind them and support them.”

They moved onto the anime section and that is where they found Ruby, the younger girl almost vibrating out of her boots as she clutched a dvd case to her chest.

“I found it~!” she cried when she spotted them. “There was only one left but I found it~!”

“Found what?” Jaune asked, peering at the case curiously.

Ruby held it out, the title reading ‘Cardsealer Sacchin’. The cover was adorned with an incredibly cute girl in a frilly white and pink dress, wielding a golden staff with glowing angel wings curling around the shaft.

“Do you know how hard it is to find a copy of the first season?” Ruby waved it around excitedly. “They don’t sell it online and it’s seen as a little bit of a collectors item, so they get snatched up really fast! I can’t believe they had one!”

“I’ve never seen that one before,” Jaune said.

“We can watch it together!”

Velvet couldn’t remember the last time she’d had so much fun. Hanging out with Ruby was always great but Jaune being there just made things even better, their discussions super enjoyable. They made several laps of the store, admiring all the different merchandise available. Velvet liked the figurines in particular, taken with how cute and colorful they were, while Ruby dug through the poster bins with enthusiasm.

When they were done, Ruby made her way to the counter. But Velvet hadn’t claimed what she’d come for – now was the time.

“Um,” suddenly feeling nervous, she shrunk under their eyes as they looked her way. “I – need to use the bathroom. Go on ahead. I won’t be long.”

“Okay,” Ruby smiled, showing off her white teeth.

Jaune nodded and Velvet turned away, hurrying towards the toilets before turning at the last moment, sneaking towards the back of the store where a curtain hung across a doorway. On the wall next to it, a sign displayed ‘17+ Only’ in red lettering.

Swallowing, Velvet darted through the curtain.

At first glance, the room looked pretty normal. Just like the main show floor, there were rows of shelving units but these contained much different titles than the ones out there. There was also a counter where you could pay for your purchases without having to go to the main register and you could even have your things bagged in a plain paper bag to hide the contents.

Feeling her cheeks turn pink, she began to browse.

Porn. So much porn.

Some of the covers were suggestive but still maintained an air of normalcy but others didn’t bother with hiding what they truly were. Girls with large breasts bared, their faces twisted in ecstasy, slender, young girls with their toned bodies exposed, girls tied up and restrained, monster on girl, faunus girls and their masters, this place had it all.

There were less people here, a handful of men keeping to themselves but she could feel their surprise at her sudden appearance, a young girl amongst them in this den of depravity. Perhaps it was unexpected but Velvet considered herself a woman of culture, and nothing fired up her lust more than the expert drawings of such skillful artists – much more than any real life porn ever could.

Girls had needs too, you know?

She wasn’t looking for anything specific. There was no particular kink that struck her fancy though if it came down to it, she enjoyed ones about Huntresses. They were a popular target for these creative masterminds. Velvet was keen on most things, as long as the art was good. Pictures with detail, with bold lines that popped off the page and painstakingly showed off these carnal acts. Fully colored was a plus but only if it was done right; too many times had she witnessed beautiful art ruined by shoddy coloring.

She found something pretty quickly.

The cover had a blonde girl with long, wavy hair. Her green eyes glimmered off the page, her face red across the rise of her cheeks and bridge of her nose, her slender, feminine body bared as her clothes were shredded by some unseen assailant. Medium sized breasts capped with puffy, light pink nipples, her slit was carefully hidden by a torn piece of fabric, maintaining just a hint of mystery.

Picking it up, she flipped through it quickly and flushed a deeper shade of red. Yeah – this one should do it.

“I didn’t expect to find you in here,” Jaune said as he peered over her shoulder.

She almost screamed; almost. The only reason she didn’t was because her throat seized up, the sound getting trapped in her chest. Fright rendered her body useless, her eyes widening as her head whipped around in horror.

No! He’d seen!

But where she expected judgment or scorn, maybe even disgust, she was instead greeted with intrigue. Those deep blue eyes were still locked on the manga in her hands but when they shifted over to her, there was no negativity to be found.

“That one looks good,” he said – and as her body slowly relaxed, she realized that maybe Jaune liked this stuff as well?

“Um,” she tried, tongue feeling heavy. “Do you like...”

She couldn’t finish. This was so embarrassing!

He rubbed his neck, looking away a little guiltily.

“Aha – yeah, I guess,” his eyes darted back to her a moment before looking away again. “Sorry, I wasn’t following you. I guess we both had the same idea and tried to sneak away while everyone else was busy. But – uh, I saw your ears poking over the shelf and knew it was you.”

Velvet hugged the manga to her chest.

This was... unexpected. Coco, Fox and Yatsuhashi knew about her love for manga and anime, for light novels and comics, games and even her desire to collect merchandise. But not even they knew about this. It wasn’t exactly the type of thing you could freely converse about. As much as she enjoyed the storylines of some of these books, there was one reason why she read them and one reason only.

To get off.

It wasn’t the kind of subject that was freely discussed, even with friends. Maybe some people could but she wasn’t one of them. Now that Jaune had caught her red handed, he knew that she – that she...!?

Was it getting hotter in there or was it just her?

But Jaune was nice and kind, she could trust him to keep her secret, right? And – when she stopped to think for a moment, discarding her panic, Jaune only found her because he came here for the same reason – right? He...

Velvet couldn’t help it. Her eyes darted down to his crotch before flicking away, a strange squirming developing in her stomach. Almost like butterflies but much more violent, and slick.

“So you... read these things as well,” she muttered and he nodded awkwardly, still rubbing his neck. “Um – do you want to... read them together sometime...?”

What?

The words had left her lips before she could even think about it. Jaune froze and stared at her, eyes widening in his surprise while Velvet felt her brain slowly catch up.

Oh my god, what did she just ask him?

“Ah!” she squeaked. “I – I mean, if you – actually, maybe – no, that – waah~?”

She was an idiot! What the hell was wrong with her?

But other than surprise, Jaune continued to stare at her. He hadn’t said no. He hadn’t said much of anything. The longer he looked at her, the hotter she felt. Turning away, unable to bear his gaze any longer, she waited for him to laugh at her, reject her, anything!

“Er – if you really want to...” he finally said, and she felt her heart jump out of tune. “I... would like that.”

They stood silently for several long moments before she hesitantly turned back towards him.

“R-Really?” she asked, peering up at him through her eyelashes.

“Sure,” he tried to sound confident but he still looked caught in an expression of surprise. “Why not? It – it’s just manga, right?”

Right, it was just manga. It was a shared hobby and they’d already shown they loved to talk about it. It didn’t have to be weird. They could just chat about what they liked and what they didn’t, what artists they favored, those sorts of things. Friend things.

They were friends now.

It was then that she noticed that Jaune’s hands were empty.

“Uh – have you found what you were looking for?” she asked and he shook his head quickly.

“No, actually – I better be quick. Ruby will be wondering where we are.”

She tried not to be too nosy but she couldn’t help but follow and watch as he scanned the shelves, walking down the aisle until he picked up two books that were from the same artist, a part of a series. From the brief glimpse that she caught, she saw that the art was very nice indeed – and the girls on the cover were clearly faunus, their animal traits unmistakable.

Velvet bit her lip nervously.

Did... Jaune like faunus girls?

Feeling strangely pleased, she waited for him to pay for his goods and have them bagged before doing the same. The man behind the counter looked surprised by her presence but didn’t say a word, checking her ID before finishing the transaction. They found Ruby waiting for them outside, an ice cream cone in hand.

“Finally – you were taking forever,” Ruby complained with a smile. She licked her treat happily. “What did you buy?”

“Oh, you know,” Jaune shrugged, not elaborating. “Where did you get that?” he asked in an attempt at distraction.

It worked. Ruby jerked her head to the left and they saw a little way down the street, there was a small cart selling ice cream.

“It’s really good,” Ruby moaned, her lips glossy and slightly red from the cold. “It’s super creamy.”

“Want one, Velvet?” Jaune asked. “My treat.”

She ended up getting strawberry swirl while Jaune got triple choc fudge. Ruby was right – it was really good, and super creamy. The trip back to Beacon felt like it took an age, filled with idle chatter. A strange tension had developed between her and Jaune. It wasn’t bad or even awkward, it just existed – like she was aware of him, in a way that she hadn’t entirely been before.

He was a kindred spirit. Sort of.

It was... nice.

“Have you had any more trouble with Cardin?” he suddenly asked once they were back at Beacon.

They were walking down the main avenue that led into the main courtyard, having just disembarked from the airship. From there they could reach the dining hall, library, dorm building and amphitheater in short order, or with a little more walking, the CCT and Headmaster’s tower. There were a lot of students around, enjoying the afternoon and coming evening, lounging on benches, hanging out with friends, just chatting away the hours.

The weekend was ahead of them so everyone was in a good mood.

Velvet shook her head.

“No,” she said quietly. “They haven’t approached me since.”

Ruby looked between them. “What happened with Cardin?”

Jaune rolled his eyes. “Team CRDL were giving Velvet a hard time.”

The outrage that shone in Ruby’s eyes was clear as day. “What!?”

“It’s okay, though. I – uh, talked to them. I was just checking to make sure they didn’t decide to be sneaky about it.”

“Those guys are real jerks,” Ruby scowled, her cute face not looking particularly fearsome. “We’re all trying to become Huntsmen here. Why the hell are they bullying people for?”

Jaune shrugged. “Dunno. Some people are just like that, I guess.”

Velvet was still curious about how Jaune had managed to get someone like Cardin to owe him one but wasn’t sure if asking was appropriate. Jaune hadn’t elaborated and maybe that was because it was personal.

Ruby skipped ahead of them as they reached the dorms, taking the stairs three at a time. Jaune snickered and went to follow when Velvet reached out and snagged his sleeve. He paused, turning to face her.

“What’s up?”

Now that she had his attention, her already shaky confidence threatened to flee but seeing his open expression calmed her nerves. Hardening her resolve with a deep breath, she straightened her back and stood to her full height.

“Doyouwanttomeetovertheweekend?” she asked in a rush.

“What?”

She cleared her throat, ignoring the way her cheeks blazed. “I – I said, do you want to meet over the weekend?” she waved her bag between them in emphasis, her meaning clear. “You know, to read these... together...”

Jaune made a face of understanding.

“Er – yeah,” he said a tad loudly. “That – I’m free on Sunday, if that is okay?”

She nodded quickly, her ears waving back and forth. “I’m free!”

“Cool,” he smiled. “So – uh, Sunday?”

“Sunday.”

They exchanged scroll numbers and then she dashed up the stairs before she lost her nerve, racing down the carpeted hallway and slamming her dorm room door open. Coco was seated at her dresser, in the middle of applying some eyeliner when she appeared. Startled at her sudden entrance, Coco nearly stabbed her eyeball.

“Bunbun,” Coco growled. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Velvet said in a rush, diving for her bed and burying her face in the pillow. Her bag of reading material was hastily hidden under the blanket. The last thing she needed right now was Coco finding it.

What the fuck was she thinking?

If she’d been alone, she would have screamed into her pillow. Instead she just moaned piteously, hands curling around the back of her head as she kicked her feet wildly.

What was wrong with her? How could she have asked that? Asking Jaune to read these manga together when they were explicit. Was she retarded?

...but he’d said yes...

Her cheeks exploded with heat, her body shaking as her kicking feet started thumping against the bed. He’d said yes. He wanted to read them. With her. A boy. He was a boy and he wanted to read... naughty books with her.

Books she masturbated to frequently.

She couldn’t breathe. Velvet gasped desperately, beginning to fall into a full blown panic attack.

“V?” Coco’s voice carried, piercing the frantic drum of her heart as it pounded against her ribcage. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she whined, flipping over and pulling the pillow with her, smothering her face. “I’m fine!”

“Okaaaay, if you say so,” Coco said, voice full of doubt.

Meanwhile, in another room in the same building, a certain Jaune Arc was having very similar thoughts. He’d sort of answered without thinking it through but now that he was alone, his mind churning over her invitation, he was left feeling unsure.

Jaune knew he could be a little gullible. He had a really bad habit of overthinking things and it was no more exemplified in how he had fallen so completely head over heels for Weiss because of a few simple comments. A simple misunderstanding of her words, believing that she had called him cute because she was attracted to him, was all it took to hook and reel him in.

Also the fact that she was perhaps the most gorgeous young woman he’d ever met in his entire life also had something to do with it, but her flippant words, overheard unintentionally, had given him a false sense of confidence.

Something he was still paying for to this day.

And now an attractive, cute older girl had asked him to read with her – but not just any reading, oh no. Velvet had asked him if he wanted to read... porn with her.

Porn with plot was still porn, you know?

Jaune shook his head, a little dazed.

Did that mean...? But no, Velvet was a good girl, right? While Jaune didn’t know her particularly well, he felt like he knew her enough to know that she wasn’t that type of girl. What was that type of girl? A floozy, as his mother would coin – or a slut, as his sister’s would more crudely put it. Velvet was... quiet, and unassuming, and while she was a literal bunny girl and that held all sorts of connotations because of a certain stereotype and a rather famous entertainment empire built around women wearing bunny themed costumes, that didn’t mean anything!

...but that didn’t change the fact that she held some very interesting tastes.

And she had invited him to... partake in them.

He was overthinking things again, he just knew it. But knowing he was doing it didn’t mean he could stop it.

Why else would a girl invite you to read porn if it wasn’t for...?

“Stop, stop, stop,” he chanted. “She was just being nice, that’s all. Yep. She saw that we have similar hobbies and just wanted to talk about it. Haha – Jaune, stop being so weird.”

He probably shouldn’t talk to himself like that out loud. People might start to think he is crazy. Not that there was anyone around to hear him, his team weren’t there so he was blessedly alone – but it wasn’t a good habit to cultivate.

Jaune sighed.

“We just like similar things,” he reminded himself firmly. “That’s it. She had fun talking about it and wants to do it some more. It doesn’t matter if it's for...” he trailed off, lifting the bag he held up so it was within his eyeline. “For this. They’re just manga. Just manga.”

Yep, they were just manga.

For the rest of the day, and all of Saturday, that is what he kept telling himself. A constant reminder not to get ahead of himself, that they were just friends that shared a hobby and not to make it weird when the time came.

That wasn’t a very difficult thing to do, was it?

Sunday morning felt like it took forever to arrive and Jaune was awake, bright and early as usual. Pulling on his running shoes, he met Pyrrha in the hall for their morning run. She beamed at him happily and he returned the gesture, but his thoughts were far away at this moment. Even so, he wouldn’t shirk his responsibilities. As team leader, he knew he needed to set an example and coming into Beacon the way he did, he was miles behind his classmates.

He wasn’t as talented as Ruby or Weiss, nor was he as strong as Yang and Nora, or as acrobatic as Blake. He didn’t have Ren’s skill and he barely knew what a semblance was, and didn’t have access to his own. And that wasn’t even getting started on how much better his partner was at – well, everything.

But one thing he did have?

Drive.

He might not have been all of those things, so that meant he needed to work harder than everyone else. It was the only way he would ever belong.

So he ran.

Pyrrha was a machine but Jaune would not be left behind. They circled the campus several times, his lungs burning, his legs aching, but he remained in step with her despite his body screaming at him to give up. The morning air was crisp, steaming rising off his skin as his body heat continued to rise with every step. He ran, and ran, and ran – and he felt a swell of pride when it was Pyrrha who called a halt to their session not because he couldn’t continue at her pace, but because they’d done enough.

“You’re getting better,” Pyrrha praised him, tossing a chilled bottle of water his way from the vending machine. He tried to offer to pay but she waved him off, a thin, red eyebrow arched in challenge. “Jaune – I have more than enough money. Please.”

“Fine, fine,” he relented, twisting the top off and inhaling half of its contents in one pull. It was a little painful, in truth, his throat raw but his thirst was too great. He finished the rest off quickly, sighing. “That hit the spot.”

Pyrrha giggled.

“Do you have anything planned today?” she asked, as they began making their way back to the dorm.

For a brief moment, he’d been able to set it aside but he was instantly reminded at her question.

“Uh, yeah,” he tried to sound natural, glad that his natural awkwardness could be used to explain anything if he seemed off. “I – er, have plans.”

Pyrrha looked surprised. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, purposefully not looking in her direction. “I promised I’d hang out with someone.”

For some reason, her silence felt like an accusation. It was all in his mind, he knew, a result of his own nervousness but he felt compelled to explain himself further.

“Velvet,” he continued. “Uh – she’s Ruby’s friend. My friend, as well. You know, that girl from the second year with the rabbit ears?”

“Uh huh.”

“We were just going to read comics together,” not a lie, just not the whole truth. It was already a struggle to gain the respect of these amazing people and he didn’t need them knowing about the types of manga he read when he wanted to... yeah. “She’s... a bit of a nerd, like me.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Pyrrha’s short answers were beginning to stress him out a little so he peeked at her from the corner of his eye. Her face was full of contemplation, as if she were trying to find the right words to ask a difficult question or tell a harsh truth. His partner could get like that sometimes. Caught up in trying to be polite and non confrontational, worrying about upsetting those around her.

Jaune understood. He understood completely.

He and Ruby weren’t the only awkward ones in their friend group.

“What’s up?” he asked, attempting to take the pressure off.

Pyrrha blinked, startled at his sudden question. “Oh, um – no, it’s nothing.”

“Come on, Pyrrha – you can tell me. I’m your partner, remember?”

He watched a pleased smile stretch her lips. “Of course I remember.”

“So tell me,” he prodded gently. “What’s up?”

She began fidgeting with her fingers, looking shy. “I was just wondering... if maybe you would like to read comics with me sometime... you know, if it isn’t a bother?”

Jaune was surprised. “Why would it be a bother? Of course we can. I – uh, I didn’t know you liked comics.”

She shrugged, a little laugh escaping her. “I’ve never really read any before. I just thought it would be nice if we could do something together that isn’t training. Don’t get me wrong,” she suddenly panicked, waving her hands. “I love training with you, Jaune. I’ve never taught another person before and I’m enjoying it – a lot! But I know that fighting is sort of my thing and maybe you’d like to do something that you like sometimes, and since you seem to really like comics and stuff, you could share that hobby with me.”

Jaune beamed.

Pyrrha really was the best, wasn’t she? He really lucked out when she decided to pick him as her partner.

“Yeah, that sounds awesome,” he said and he watched the pure joy light up her emerald eyes, making her look even more pretty than she usually was. “Ruby will be overjoyed to have another person she can talk to about this stuff.”

Pyrrha nodded cheerfully. “I would very much like that as well. Don’t hold back on me,” she teased, giving her toned arm a flex. “I can handle everything you throw at me.”

Yeah – no. Jaune was more than willing to share a good portion of his haul but there were just some things he wouldn’t dare expose her to. His heart couldn’t handle that.

He could barely handle what was coming.

When they arrived back at their room, Jaune heard his scroll ding. Pulling it out of his pocket, he checked his messages.

His heart jumped out of rhythm for a moment before settling.

It was Velvet.

Velvet Scarlatina: Good morning~! When would you like to meet?

“Something important?” Pyrrha queried.

Jaune waved her away. “Just Velvet. You can shower first.”

Pyrrha smiled. “Thank you.”

He watched his partner gather her things before disappearing into the bathroom. As the door clicked closed, Nora snorted and shot up from her bed, hair a mess and drool plastered on one cheek. The movement was so sudden that Jaune took a step back in surprise, almost dropping his scroll.

“G’morning,” she slurred, blinking at him blearily.

Jaune snickered. “Good morning. Pyrrha’s in the bathroom.”

Nora nodded sleepily before collapsing back on her bed. “G’night.”

Jaune snorted as she was out like a light, snoring away. Ren shuffled out from under his blankets and stood, stretching his arms high above his head, arching until his back popped. Jaune felt that one.

“Morning,” Jaune greeted.

Ren stifled a yawn. “Good morning, Jaune.”

“Pyrrha’s in the shower,” he gave a heads up, moving over to his own bed to sit. Reading the message Velvet sent again, he quickly typed out a response.

Jaune Arc: Anytime is good with me. Just let me know when and where.

“You’ve been for your run, then?”

“Yeah, we just got back,” his stomach picked that moment to roar, gurgling so loud that Nora sat back up, instantly awake. “Aha...”

“What the hell was that?” she demanded, looking around the room with unfocused eyes. “Ren – I heard a Grimm! A Grimm in our room!”

“That was Jaune’s stomach,” Ren said dryly.

Nora’s sleepy eyes swung his way. “Jaune, your stomach is a Grimm!”

“Nora, are you even awake?” he questioned her seriously.

“You don’t know me,” she said defensively before flopping back, only this time she banged her head against the headboard. Jaune and Ren both cringed as she yelped. If she hadn’t been completely awake before, she was now. “Ow, ow, owie~!” she moaned, cradling the back of her head. “I’m under attack, Ren. Save meee.”

Ren rolled his eyes but Jaune saw the amused tilt of his mouth. “Save yourself.”

Ding~!

Jaune quickly glanced down.

Velvet Scarlatina: How about in an hour? I know a place we can go, so meet me by the vending machine that always gives you the wrong item. I’ll cya there~!

Everyone knew that vending machine. It was said that it had been at the school since its founding, which was impossible because Jaune was pretty sure Beacon was around long before the vending machine was invented but it had definitely been there a long time. He’d once heard Professor Port reminiscing about it and he was old as dirt. No matter what item you selected, it always dispensed something else and there was no rhyme or reason to it, no pattern, no way to game it into giving you what you ordered.

You got what you got.

The funny thing was it kept getting restocked and so people kept using it, and the staff didn’t bother trying to get it repaired because the students seemed to love it.

One of the many quirks of their school.

When Pyrrha was done with her shower, Jaune took her place. Washing quickly, he toweled off, got dressed and was in the dining hall in less than twenty minutes, piling his plate full of food. Even though he was eating a lot, he made sure to grab things that were relatively healthy. Plenty of fruit, plenty of carbs and plenty of protein. A bowl of oatmeal with strawberries, banana and blueberries, as well as a few slices of kiwi – and a plate of scrambled eggs, enough to feed a family of four.

“Where you put all that, I haven’t a clue,” a haughty voice said, and turning, he was greeted by the familiar pristine appearance of Weiss Schnee. “Honestly.”

“He’s a growing boy, leave him alone,” the blonde by her side said, lilac eyes rolling playfully. Yang grinned at him. “Morning, champ. Mind if we join ya?”

He did his best not to look at Weiss longer than was appropriate, knowing that even the smallest of mistakes on his part could set her off. “Er – yeah, of course. Pyrrha’s over there already. Come on.”

Yang picked up much the same as him, a plate full of eggs but with bacon, and several slices of toast. Weiss was much more conservative, going with an assortment of fruit.

“Hello,” Pyrrha greeted them cheerfully.

“Good morning, Pyrrha,” Weiss returned, giving her a graceful nod.

“Heya,” Yang waved, thumping down across from her. Jaune sat next to Yang while Weiss slipped in across from him, on Pyrrha’s right.

“Ruby still in bed?” Jaune asked, starting on his eggs.

“Nah, she’s just going over Crescent Rose,” Yang shook her head. “She must have had a bad dream or something because when I woke up, she’d completely disassembled her weapon and the pieces were all across the floor. She only does that when she has a nightmare about her ‘baby’ failing her.”

“I almost cut my foot stepping on the blade,” Weiss grumbled.

“And as for Blake,” Yang continued, biting into her toast with a crunch. “Well – it’s the weekend.”

Jaune didn’t know Blake quite so well as the other members of Team RWBY but one thing he did know is that she loved to sleep in on the weekends. So much so that he was sure he’d never seen her awake before ten o’clock on a Saturday or Sunday, not once.

“Ren and Nora should be here soon,” Pyrrha chimed in. “I think Nora may have had a nightmare also. She kept going on about a Grimm and was holding her head the entire time. It was strange... even for her.”

Jaune covered his smile with a hand.

He ate quickly as his friends conversed around him. Most of it was about the Vytal Festival, something that made him both curious and nervous. While it sounded like a fun time with all the different events that were going to take place, they would all be competing in the fighting tournament. Fighting in front of thousands – no, hundreds of thousands of people, world wide. Jaune found it hard enough fighting in front of his classmates. This was on a whole different level.

At least he only needed to participate in one fight. The way the bracket was designed, it went from team battles to two-on-two, and then one-on-one. He wouldn’t be alone and he’d have Pyrrha with him. He was practically guaranteed a win. He just needed to make sure he didn’t humiliate himself in front of the entire world. And then his teammates could go through to the later rounds. There was no way he would be doing it.

“Got somewhere you need to be?” Yang asked him as he finished his eggs and began shoveling his oatmeal down his throat.

He almost spoke with his mouth full but caught himself at the last moment, feeling Weiss’ eyes burning a hole in his head. He swallowed carefully.

“Yeah. I’ve got some plans,” he said evasively. Finishing his meal, he gathered his dirty plates together and stood. “Cya guys later.”

“Have fun,” Pyrrha called out as he hurriedly carried his things back over to the kitchen before rushing back to their dorm. He passed Ren and Nora on the way, giving them both a thumbs up before arriving back at their room.

Jaune hid his more risky material underneath the bottom draw of his dresser to avoid any unnecessary eyes finding them. Even then, the chance of Nora finding something was high because of how curious she was but thanks to Ren, who had made her double swear and cross her heart, hope to die, stick a thistle in her eye, she promised never to go through any of their things without permission.

Apparently when done this way, her word was ironclad and she would never break it.

It was something he was grateful for because if she ever found this, he’d never hear the end of it. His school life would be over.

Pulling the drawer out, he eyed his collection. The two brand new books sat on top, not having been read yet. They were part of the Faunus Girls: Everyday Life with Faunus Girls series, one of his favorites of which he had every volume from this particular artist. He gathered those two and several more from this series, slipping them into his book bag before closing everything up.

“Right,” he said.

He was good to go.

Jaune was a little early to their meeting spot but it didn’t matter. As he rounded the corner, he spotted those familiar, cute bunny ears sticking up from behind the vending machine. Taking a deep breath to calm his suddenly pounding heart, he walked over quickly.

“Hey.”

Velvet could barely stand still, her body filled with nervous energy. She’d already been waiting for several minutes now, unable to sit around and wait in her room, not with the eyes of her team watching her in concern. Thankfully she’d been able to slip her manga into her book bag without them seeing and even if they didn’t buy her excuse of more study, they didn’t question her.

What was she doing? Why was she doing this? Her stomach felt like it was filled with hummingbirds, constantly in motion, fluttering around erratically with little care. When she heard his voice, she jumped, startled.

“J-Jaune,” she greeted shakily. She straightened from her position leaning against the wall, flushing as his eyes settled on her. She’d chosen to wear a skirt today, her legs bare, her skin exposed. Velvet felt his gaze rake over her but unlike when Sky did it, it made her insides feel tender and soft, almost like she was melting. “Good morning.”

He smiled. “Morning.”

They stared at one another for several long moments, both of them unsure how to proceed.

Finally, Jaune asked, “So – shall we?”

Velvet nodded quickly. “Um – follow me.”

Beacon was a large school and while it had a healthy population of students, they barely used half of the buildings and facilities on campus. Many of them were abandoned, though not in disrepair. The Headmaster made sure they were all immaculately maintained should they ever be required and Velvet knew that with the Vytal Festival about to start, the influx of students from other schools meant that many of these buildings would be in use once more.

But for now, they were the perfect place to go to relax and not be disturbed.

The building she led him to was filled with offices and must have been used for administration in the past. It wasn’t very big, only two floors high with around twenty offices in total but each one had furniture: a desk, chairs and even a couch. It was the perfect place to read.

“Wow, I’ve never been around here before,” Jaune marveled, looking around. “What do you think they used this place for?”

Velvet shrugged. “I’m not sure. All I know is that they haven’t used it in a long time but they still keep it clean. We won’t be bothered here.”

She picked a room at random and Jaune followed her in. Velvet moved over to the window and opened it, letting in the cool breeze from outside. The couch was a three seater and when he sat on it, Jaune found that it was very comfortable.

“So...” he began.

Velvet flushed prettily. “Um...”

Jaune cleared his throat. “I brought these,” he opened up his book bag and started pulling out doujin, setting them on the carpeted floor neatly. Velvet saw the two he’d purchased on Friday and many more, all with the same, attractive art.

They were all faunus girls.

Velvet almost dropped her bag as she unlooped it from her shoulder, hands trembling as she opened it up and pulled out her collection. She set them on the floor beside his own, arranging them in a row.

Oh my god, they were actually going to do this!

All of the covers on her collection had girls in varying states of forced undress, their clothes torn and ripped, shredded by an unseen assailant. Huntresses on missions, taken by surprise by bandits, captured and taken hostage, humiliated by strong, disgusting men who desired nothing else but to take out their frustrations on their supple, fit bodies.

Velvet wanted to hide her face but refused, instead biting her lip as her cheeks burned. He wouldn’t think she was weird for liking this type of thing, right? It was only fictional. She didn’t want this to happen to people in real life. She didn’t want this to happen to her. It was just... fiction. A naughty ‘what if’ that made her wonder...

“This artist is really good,” Jaune praised, picking up one of the books. Velvet watched him as he opened it up, eyes glued to the page. “Wow. I like how he draws faces.”

“She,” Velvet corrected quietly.

“She,” he amended, flicking through. “Is this your favorite?”

She nodded timidly. “Right now... yes.”

Velvet felt herself calm slightly as he continued to read through it, completely absorbed. Curious, she reached out and grabbed one of the one’s he’d brought with him, admiring the bold lines and detailed expression on the cover. It was very colorful and well drawn, and when she opened it up, she saw that the quality continued.

It was a very slice of life story about a human man living with several different faunus girls as part of some international cooperation treaty. There was a cat girl, a cow girl, a spider girl and more; including a bunny girl.

Velvet paused as her eyes settled on the bunny character, feeling her belly tremble. They looked nothing alike; the bunny girl on the page had lighter hair, likely blonde or white with matching ears. She was lithe, slender with small breasts but wide hips, her face exceedingly pretty. There was a haughtiness to her in the way she spoke, the way she moved that had Velvet captivated.

She quickly found herself sitting on the couch beside Jaune, drawn in.

Her name was Shiro. White, then. She was a white bunny.

The other girls were going shopping but she was staying behind since she didn’t like crowds. Machida, the main character, stayed with her and they proceeded to go about doing household chores, completely mundane and wholesome, the pair sharing a moment as they spoke about their childhoods.

It was all very normal.

Until he was buried balls deep in her gushing pussy.

Velvet felt her core pulse, her body heating up as she read on. Machida was... very well endowed. They usually were in these things but the artist took great pains to draw his shaft in magnificent detail. It was long and thick with a pair of heavy balls, his glans round and blunt, intimidating for such a small, slender bunny girl like Shiro. Yet she took it without issue, swallowing him to the base as he fucked her viciously into the dining room table they’d just spent the few minutes wiping down.

The artist was really good at drawing expressions, as well. Velvet could see the passion in every line, Shiro’s face completely fuck drunk with tears streaming from her eyes, drool leaking from her mouth as she ahegao’d. Squirming, Velvet began rubbing her thighs together, trying to quench the sudden itch between her legs but it only stoked the fire, the tension in her loins increasing with each page she read.

This was... really good.

“Ahn~! Nngghl~! Auuuh~! M-Machida-sama~!”

Velvet felt her nipples tighten deliciously, eyes drinking in the depravity. She especially liked the internal shots, watching his cock strike Shiro’s womb as it pulsed with happy little love hearts, begging for his cum. When her small body arched and the very tip seemed to breach the seal of her cervix, something wet and slick trickled hotly into Velvet’s panties.

Fuck, this was so hot.

Jaune had really good taste.

Velvet blinked stupidly, suddenly remembering she wasn’t alone. Turning her head, she was filled with mortification – which was quickly dashed as she saw that like her, he was completely taken with the doujin in his hands.

Her eyes fluttered down – and widened, her tummy throbbing as she spotted the ultimate sign of his enjoyment. The front of his trousers bulged, his cock straining against the material as it swelled. Velvet stared at it, her breath caught in her throat, and it wasn’t until her lungs began to burn fiercely that she gasped, light headed.

Jaune was hard.

Jaune’s cock was hard.

Velvet looked away, back to Shiro and Machida fucking. He had flipped her over and was taking her from behind, his pelvis slapping against her ass and rippling the flesh as she choked on her pleasure, eyes rolling up into her head. When he grabbed her bunny ears and pulled on them, a tingle settled low in her belly, refusing to be ignored.

She was so horny.

Without meaning to, her eyes darted back to Jaune and his growing problem. It looked even bigger now and idly, she wondered if he was as big as the guys that were drawn in their manga. Were guys even that big in real life?

How... would it feel to have something like that inside her? How would it feel to have a man touch her?

Velvet masturbated, of course – she even had a toy that she used, but it wasn’t big. It was just an egg vibrator. Her favorite thing was teasing her clit until it ached with those micro vibrations before pressing it inside, right against her g-spot until she squirted. Because of how messy her masturbation sessions were, it wasn’t something she could ever get away with in their room. She’d never used a proper dildo before and she’d never had sex before. She was a virgin.

...was Jaune a virgin?

He was handsome. He was becoming a Huntsman. He was kind, and nice, and... he was quite the catch, she didn’t know why Weiss Schnee didn’t think so. She was so lucky, having such a good man desire her... didn’t she understand how hard it was to find someone like Jaune when so many guys were like the ones on Team CRDL?

And now here he was, sitting beside her, reading one of her favorite doujin while his cock swelled in his pants. That... must be painful, right? Having it locked up like that as he grew. He should probably do something about it. But Jaune wasn’t the type to just... whip his dick out with a girl around, Velvet reasoned. That wasn’t the behavior of a good man.

She should... help him out, then... right? It was her fault that he was like that. Velvet was the one that suggested they read these together. She was the reason why his cock was trying to punch out the front of his pants.

Filled with lust, brain fogged with desire and not thinking straight, Velvet moved before she knew what she was doing, reaching over and gripping his clothed erection firmly with her left hand. Jaune jumped, startled, bright blue eyes swinging her way in shock. Velvet peered up at him, feeling drunk, her hand tightening around him in a tender squeeze.

“Velvet?” he breathed out in question. Her chocolate eyes gazed at him heatedly, glistening as if they were about to melt. Jaune found himself lost in them, drinking her in. “What...?”

“This... needs taking care of, right?” she asked quietly, her breath coming out in short pants. He watched as she spread her thighs, her short skirt falling between her legs, shielding her crotch. “If I help you, can you help me...?”

Jaune throbbed in her grip.

Was she really asking if he would...?

Velvet’s pretty face was flushed, her expression adorable as she awaited his answer. That mix of timid girl and lustful woman, all rolled into one – it did something to him, his balls tightening as he nodded. Her fingers began to toy with his zipper as he reached over, fingers hesitating before touching her leg.

“Mm~!” Velvet squeaked behind pursed lips, feeling his hand settle on her thigh.

Jaune marveled at how smooth and soft her skin felt, stroking it back and forth as she struggled to pull down the zipper. When it finally lowered, his cock shot out through the flap in his underwear, standing straight up.

Velvet’s breath hitched, eyes consumed by his throbbing length.

He was... big. Long, thick, fat – the shaft wide and covered with bulging, knotted veins, lightly curved up, his crown wide with a very prominent, intimidating ridge. Her insides quivered, leaking into her panties profusely and she squirmed, panting excitedly.

Fuck, he was even better than the drawings.

Velvet moaned when she gripped him, the heat taking her by surprise. He was hot in her palm, and so big. Her thumb couldn’t reach her fingers as she tightened her hold, filled with wonder as her small, slender hand barely covered any of his dick. It throbbed, the pounding pulse shooting through her and making her core tremble with need.

“It’s so big,” she whined and Jaune felt his lust swell at her confession, his ego stroked by her unconscious words.

As she began to slowly pump his shaft up and down, he shifted his hand higher up on her leg, revealing more of her slender, shapely thighs. Her skin was pale and creamy, dotted with small dark brown dots, cute little moles that he caressed with the pads of his fingers. Higher and higher he went, reaching down to cup her inner-thigh and Velvet shook, her expression pleading.

How could such an innocent looking girl look so fucking hot?

When his fingers bumped against the seam of her thighs and pelvis, she moaned cutely. The material of her panties were smooth and when he started rubbing across the rise of her mons, she arched her back, her breasts stretching the material of her top. Velvet wasn’t particularly endowed but she wasn’t small either, a nice middle ground, a healthy C cup.

Pre-cum oozed from the tip of his penis, pearly white and thick, trickling down the flushed curve of his glans and down his shaft. It dribbled over her fingers, warm and sticky, and Velvet cooed as she played with it, releasing his cock to rub it between her fingers. It was silky smooth, stretching lightly between her fingers and when more oozed from the tip, she toyed with it, swirling her finger around his urethra.

Jaune hissed as sharp pleasure assaulted him, shooting down his length and settling in his balls. His cock tensed and jerked, causing Velvet to yelp.

“It moved,” she stuttered, eyes widening further as she watched it bob. Gripping him again, she stroked his shaft with firm pumps, growing more confident.

When Jaune found the waistband of her panties, she wiggled her hips, encouraging him forward. Slipping in, he quested down, following the smooth skin into a thatch of downy hair, feather soft against his hand. He could feel the heat of her core now, blazing hot, and he followed it down, a mewl escaping her as he found something soft at the apex of her cunt.

This is the hood of her clit, he realized, heart pounding faster. She could probably feel his pulse in his cock, thumping against her palm as she continued to pump and stroke him. The top of her grip teased the underside of his crown, tickling the sensitive head before swiftly moving down, her rhythm steady as more pre-cum wet her hand. It was starting to feel really good now, the pleasure building, so he wanted to return the favor.

He’d never touched a girl like this before, though – but he’d read enough to know some things.

Skipping her clit, he cupped her leaking pussy, fingers working their way down underneath her. Velvet grinded against his hand, her face twisting as pleasure pooled messily in her tummy. Stroking the spongy flesh of her outer labia, plump and engorged with blood, he rubbed her weeping slit, wetting his hand and fingers before smearing it higher, up over her clit.

“Oh~!” she sighed in bliss as Jaune’s fingers found her sensitive pearl. He rubbed it gently, wetting it with her natural lubrication before circling it, teasing it with light touches. Gathering more of her sticky, slick arousal, he flicked her bean up and down until her hips threatened to jump up off the couch, a floaty, fleeting pleasure rushing through her lower body.

“Do you like it here?” he asked roughly, voice filled with desire.

She nodded quickly, her bunny ears drooping as she trembled beneath his touch. Her grip on his penis tightened and she began jerking him off vigorously, her awkward movements feeling good despite their inexperience.

It was his first sexual encounter. He knew it wouldn’t be long. He could already feel his loins tightening in preparation, a tight knot at the base of his shaft. His boiling hot load swirled in his balls, eager for release and feeling her clit throb against his fingers only pushed him onward.

“Shit, you’re going to make me cum,” he said not even a minute later, ass clenching as he pressed up into her hand. Her thumb swiped across his glans, a bolt of sensation sharply shooting up his spine.

Velvet’s womb pulsed and when he cupped her hole, he felt her trickle thickly onto his hand.

“Cum,” she begged him. “I want your cum. Cum for me. Mm~! I want to feel you cum while you play with my clit.”

Hearing those dirty words fall from her lips was the final straw. Groaning, Jaune’s head tipped back as his shaft swelled, ready to shoot. But then to his surprise, he felt something red hot envelope his crown, soft lips parting around his head as Velvet swallowed the tip of his dick into her wet, molten mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Jaune swore darkly, pinching her clit roughly as his balls heaved in triumph. Velvet slurped and sucked awkwardly, completely at a loss on what to do but driven purely by her lustful instinct. The first thick gush almost choked her, striking the back of her throat with force. The salty, bitter taste of his semen slammed into her, her body on fire as his balls tensed again, another volley spilling over her tongue.

Over and over and over again, his fat cock flexed between her lips, Jaune’s groans deep and filled with passion as she messily slurped and sucked at his dick, quickly finding her mouth full of his seed. Swallowing his load, Velvet coughed and jerked back off his dick, eyes watering as she gasped for breath. A few final dibbles pulsed from his cock and across her hand, but Velvet didn’t notice, brain turned to mush as his manly musk invaded all of her senses.

She’d wanted to taste him and she’d gotten her wish.

It was unlike anything she had ever imagined.

It was better.

Her mouth felt numb, her tongue heavy as she tried to swallow again and again, his taste everywhere. His semen was so thick and pungent, caught in her throat, glazed across her teeth, a mixture of saliva and seed spilling over her lips and down her chin.

“Mmng~! It’s so thick~!” she whimpered, licking at her lips.

That was it.

Jaune couldn’t control himself any longer.

Velvet crooned at the loss of his hand as he pulled it free of her panties, her clit pounding angrily at being denied. Jaune stood, looming over her and that was when she realized that his cock was still hard, jutting from his pants without having lost a single ounce of solidarity. He held up his hand, sticky with her vaginal discharge and she watched with glazed eyes as he brought them to his lips and sucked.

“Mm,” he hummed, her taste powerful, musky and deep. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted before, unique; the taste of a woman. “So this is why you invited me here, isn’t it?”

“Ah – no,” she said with a thin voice, panting as he continued to lick his hand clean. Every swipe of his pink tongue made her belly quiver and roll, her pussy clenching. His toying of her clit had put her on the edge but it hadn’t been enough to put her over. “It – it isn’t.”

“I don’t believe you,” finished with his hand, he waved her manga around. “You wanted me to read this so I knew what you like, right? This is what you want me to do to you?”

There was something different about him now. It was both frightening and exhilarating.

She shook her head, feeling drunk. “No, I – I don’t,” she protested weakly.

He didn’t know where the words were coming from but they flowed easily from his lips, as if he were reading them straight from the page of her favorite manga, a strange confidence filling him in his post orgasmic haze. Tossing her doujin aside, he kicked off his shoes and began removing his pants, unbuckling his belt and pulling them down along with his underwear.

Seeing his cock completely bared for the first time from root to tip, his heavy balls dangling beneath his shaft filled her with a rush of sudden heat. Feeling dizzy, she could only watch as he removed his shirt, revealing the beginnings of a very powerful physique. It was the budding body of a warrior, of a Huntsman, his muscles lean and strong, sculpted for purpose, not vanity. His abs flexed as his heavy, thick cock bounced between his legs, a halo of blond hair around the base while a long strand of left over cum dangled from the end lewdly.

“Oh my god,” she squeaked.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?”

Grabbing his erection by the base, he gave it a violent shake. The long strand of cum jostled and flung off the end, landing on her cheek. Velvet groaned.

She did. She wanted it so bad it hurt. But she was also scared. She knew she wasn’t thinking straight, her horniness robbing her of critical thinking but maybe they should slow down a little.

But she was the one that started this. She was the one that invited him to read porn together. She was the one that had grabbed his erection and began touching him. She was the one that had leaned in and wrapped her lips around his cock right before it shot, sucking the cum from his balls.

Maybe this was all her fault. Maybe she had been hoping for this all along. Velvet needed to take responsibility.

“Yes,” she whimpered. “I want it.”

“What do you want?”

“I want your fat dick,” she panted excitedly, eyes filled with metaphorical hearts. “I – I want you to fuck me. Please, fuck me. I want it. Please, please – I want that dick inside me. Mm – Jaune, please?” she rubbed at her thighs sensually, playing with the hem of her skirt. “Please? Ah, I want you to use that big dick on me and mess me up.”

It kept pouring out of her, all of her filthy desires, all the things she had kept bottled up, only ever seeing the light of day whenever she read her porn and touched her naughty pussy. She kept going on and on, begging him, pleading, her eyes full of want, her body arching enticingly as she revealed her damp panties.

He fell upon her like an animal.

Velvet made a sound of surprise as he grabbed her legs, pulling her along the couch. Her skirt rode up, the material caught on the cushions, revealing the full scope of the damage his fingers had wrought. The crotch of her panties were drenched, the cute pink material cupping her steaming twat like a second skin. Excitement shot through her as his blue eyes locked onto her, blown wide with arousal.

He was going to fuck her.

Jaune didn’t bother removing her skirt, leaving it rolled up around her waist as he reached for her panties. Curling his fingers under the waistband, he tugged them down her thighs aggressively, stretching the material. When his eyes met her heated, swollen flesh, her pussy plump and tight, a single pink slit, he groaned.

“You’re so wet,” he said, leaving her underwear to dangle from one of her ankles, wrapped around her shoe as he leaned in to inhale her scent. It filled him with courage and Velvet whimpered as he seized her thighs and kept them pried apart.

“W-Wait,” she squealed, feeling his hot breath gust over her sensitive vagina. Her hands scrambled for his head, fingers threading through his hair as he kissed her inner-thigh, the gentle contact rendering her boneless. “Ah, no~!”

Using his forearms to keep her legs spread wide, he kissed her pretty pussy. Velvet sobbed, his lips parting as he sucked on her engorged outer labia, his tongue licking her.

“Mm, I love this taste,” he said against her flesh, nuzzling her with his nose. Her clit peeked out at him from its hood, pink and dewy, and when he kissed it, her hips jumped. “This thing is really cute.”

Velvet could feel her pulse pounding everywhere. In her chest, in her neck, in her cheeks, in her clitoris, everywhere. Her fingers tightened as he leaned further down and kissed her leaking hole, his tongue wiggling inside, lapping at her as her vaginal discharge gushed into his mouth, her womb pulsing with need.

“Ahn~!” she cried out, panting desperately. “J-Jaune~! Mmhhn~!”

He devoured her pussy with long, deep swipes of his tongue, relishing her taste. Working his tongue deeper inside, he felt her inner walls grab at his tongue, the texture a little bumpy. Grinding his face against her, working her clit with his nose, he proceeded to messily make out with her quim, sucking and slurping loudly as he ate her out.

She’d been so close already, the depravity of the moment, the suddenness of their sexual encounter. He wasn’t a stranger but it wasn’t like they were dating. She’d never done anything like this with a boy before and now Jaune had his tongue inside her pussy, kissing her cunt with enthusiastic laps. Her clit was a beacon of raw sensation, pleasure surging every time his nose brushed over it, her inner muscles tightening.

She was going to cum.

She was going to cum so hard.

“J-Jaune,” she panted harshly, palming her confined breasts. Squeezing them viciously, her back arched. “Ahhn~! Haaah~! I’m – oouh~! Mm, you’re gonna make me cuuum.”

Jaune shook his head side to side, sucking at her hard enough that she felt the pressure deep in her pussy, the suction exquisite.

“Then come for me you dirty little Huntress,” he parroted a line from her manga, latching onto her clit and rolling it with his tongue, flicking it until she saw stars.

Her thighs quivered as her vagina clenched, a sudden contraction that robbed her of breath. Velvet cried out in bliss, her mouth falling open, drooling as her folds collapsed, her pussy throbbing wildly, out of control. Pleasure bloomed thick and heavy through her stomach, her uterus pounding as her orgasm erupted, a wave starting at her cunt and spreading down her legs, up her body to the tips of her fingers, her muscles tensing as she unraveled.

Jaune moaned as he slurped up her gushing girl cum, her pussy squirting with force. Velvet sobbed brokenly as she cum, her body twitching beyond her control, her hole pulsing and ejecting more of her nectar, her puckered entrance squeezing something that wasn’t there.

She needed a dick.

She needed Jaune’s dick.

When the rolling waves of pleasure slowed, Jaune sat up, his face wet with her essence. Velvet blinked at him stupidly, watching as he licked his lips clean, wiping at his face with a hand before sucking it up, not wanting to waste a drop. His cock looked even bigger now, the crown flushed purple, the remnants of his earlier ejaculation pouring from the tip.

Jaune quickly divested her of her shirt, pulling it up over her head until she was left in her bra. It matched her panties, a light pink, and without care, Jaune pulled it up by the front, revealing her tits to his hungry eyes.

Like her thighs, her chest and belly were marked with little dots, cute moles that he wished to taste. Leaning down, he kissed her body with a hot mouth, dragging his lips over her skin, sucking and kissing at her reverently. Her breasts were the perfect shape, high on her chest with youth, her nipples quarter-sized and puffy, an adorable cream color that closely matched her skin. He worked his way up, kissing her cleavage, nipping at the inner curve of her right breast before latching onto a nipple.

Her areola were puffy but the tips were rock hard, and Velvet moaned loudly as he sucked at it, flicking it with his tongue.

“Ooouh~!”

Jaune loved her cute moans, the sounds going straight to his balls. He’d already cum once but they were ready for round two, thudding with a desire to vent. While he sucked at her tits, he shifted his body until his cock rested against her mons, a hot brand against her scorching twat.

Velvet clutched at him with desperate hands, clawing at his neck, his back, nails raking down his skin. He rutted against her, grinding the underside of his dick on her clit and she crooned, shaking as his heaving sucks pulled on her tits, her nipple becoming tender and sore.

A little bit of reason returned to him as he popped off her throbbing nub and looked at her, meeting her dazed eyes. Cupping her cheek, he stroked her soft face with a gentle thumb.

“Velvet,” he said and she blinked at him. “Should I continue?”

She answered with her hand, grasping his member and pumping it with firm strokes, her thumb pressing against the underside of the head.

“Please,” she squirmed, her smooth thighs rubbing against his hips. “Please, I want it~!”

Oh god did she want it but a flutter of fear settled within her, knowing that taking such a huge, fat dick on her first time was going to hurt a little. When he moved his hips back, she helped direct his crown against her springy pussy, mewling as she rubbed his blunt tip across her slit. When it settled against her tight entrance, she tensed, biting her lip.

Jaune pressed forward softly, working his member into her with controlled movements. Her hole stretched around his glans, snug, wet, hot. When his crown popped inside, Velvet sighed deeply, her pussy stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. He rocked back and forth, pressing a little harder each time and she seethed as he slipped a little deeper, breaching her womanhood, her very first cock.

“Oouh, you’re so big,” she cried out, body trembling. Jaune groaned as her snatch fought him every inch of the way like a wet, throbbing vice. He thrust harder, feeding her his dick until about a quarter of it was inside, curving up against the topside of her vagina. Her folds were bumpy and coiled, but then he found a spot that was rougher, swollen against his tip, and so he grinded against it.

“Aruugh~!” Velvet cried out, body jerking as he targeted her g-spot. Ecstasy twisted her expression, her body pounding as pleasure raced through her lower half. Fire burned inside, dark and promising. “Oooh~! N-Not there~! Ahhn~!”

Jaune continued with his shallow thrusting, abusing her sweet spot, relishing the way her cunt twitched and squeezed his glans. Watching her body convulse was one of the hottest things he had ever seen and with a little more pressure, he slid deeper, half of his impressive length stuffed inside her snatch.

“Shit, Velvet – your pussy is so tight,” he praised, pulling out slightly and watching the way her labia tugged at his shaft wetly before cleaving back in, going deeper. Velvet thrashed, her cute moans only egging him on. “Fuck, yeah. I want to give you all of it.”

“I want all of it,” she begged, her feet curling over the back of his legs as if trying to pull him in. The pain of her deflowering mixed with the pleasure of having a hard, hot cock inside her, touching all her pleasure spots, making her a woman. When he spread her apart even deeper, she sobbed, one hand falling to her belly to cradle it. “Ah~! Jaune, fuck me~! Mm, I want you to fuck me hard and deep~!”

Velvet choked as he thrust harder, slipping further – and then with a grunt and a deep ache that radiated from her deepest spot, his glans pressed snugly against her cervix.

“Oooooouh~!” she groaned, low and deep, her pussy pulsing around him in a mixture of pleasure and hurt. “Ah! Mm, you’ve found my womb~!”

Jaune settled against her cervix, pressing on it gently before lightly rocking into her. His eyes traced her slender, lightly muscled stomach and her jiggling breasts, down over her wide hips and then between her luscious thighs. Her pussy was crammed full but he still had cock to give, an inch or two still outside her throbbing hole.

Her pussy was too tiny to take all of him.

His cock flexed and she cried out, hips bouncing as he tapped her deeply. As much as he wanted to bury himself balls deep inside her, there was something about not being able to fit all of his dick that was an incredible turn on. Her small pussy, bursting at the seams to contain him, throbbing and writhing with pleasure.

Fuck, this was the best. His very first pussy and it couldn’t swallow him completely.

He loved it.

Her lower lips were flushed red, stretched wide around his girth. Her pointed clit was completely out of its hood now, standing at attention, raw nerves firing straight to her brain. Velvet whined as he podded at her uterus before pulling out slowly, her folds coiling around his crown, trying to keep him seated deeply inside her.

Jaune had never felt so good before, his length harder than he could ever remember it being in his life. Pulling out until his wide glans stretched the snug seam of her opening, he thrust back in, groaning as he spread her out once more.

“AhhhN~!” Velvet cried out, shuddering as he plunged against her cervix wetly, her womb sticking to his glans as if trying to suck on it. When he pulled back again, it felt like her uterus tried to follow. “Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me~!”

So that is what he did.

At first, his thrusts were awkward, unused to the unfamiliar motion of plundering a freshly plucked snatch but he was a fast learner, and soon he had established a smooth, long glide, fucking her with as much of his cock as he could fit inside her. Velvet threw an arm over her face as she screamed, completely consumed in the heat of the moment, her body filled with gratification. Every time he pummeled her cervix, her body twitched with both pain and pleasure, the heady mixture numbing her brain.

He was fucking her stupid. She was getting fucked stupid like one of those Huntresses, captured and taken, again and again by their big fat dicks. A slick, messy heat pooled in her tummy, right where he was pounding her, right where her hand clutched at her belly as he ravaged her twat. His muscled, fit body moved above her, his weight balanced on powerful arms as he clapped into her, her pussy gushing profusely.

This is what she wanted.

He was going to make her fall in love with his cock.

Jaune grunted as her tunnel spasmed around him, trying to wring the semen from his heaving balls. They swung below his shaft, heavy and churning with boiling hot cum. “Damn, you have a hungry pussy, don’t you?”

“Mmmno~!” she babbled, tongue feeling heavy; useless. “Mmnot~!”

Wet, slick, obscene sounds filled the room, the sound of vigorous sex. Her musky scent filled the air, thickening with every plunging thrust, humid and full of heat. Velvet’s face was a complete mess, her chocolate eyes rolling, drool escaping from her mouth and running down her chin.

This was base degeneracy, a complete obliteration of her morals. The inner beast had been unleashed, no longer caged, and Velvet felt free – free to indulge, free to bathe in the depths of her imagination.

“Pull my ears,” she pleaded, tongue lolling out of her mouth.

“What?”

“Pull my ears,” she shrieked when he grinded on her womb, swirling his hips before retreating.

Reaching up, he seized her bunny ears, soft and furry, wonderful against the palm of his hand. He squeezed them firmly, not hard enough to cause real hurt but enough for the threat to be clear before pulling on them. Velvet seized, her body stretching out, taut like a bowstring as her vagina closed like a vice.

“Hnnnng~! Hhhhnffffgggl~!” she sounded behind clenched teeth, pussy throbbing wildly on the edge of orgasm. Jaune continued to pound into her, getting rougher, panting as her folds strangled his cock with passion.

Her orgasm blew through her like an explosion, her mind going white as she contracted around his pistoning shaft endlessly, milking him without thought. Jaune fucked her straight through her orgasm, face pinched as his balls pounded, his shaft tightening further.

He was close. If he hadn’t already cum already, he’d have been done ages ago but her hand and mouth had taken the edge off, saving him the embarrassment of a quick finish. He didn’t want to finish like this, though.

As the throbbing pulses of her orgasm waned, he pulled out of her sodden snatch, his cock bouncing between them in displeasure. His shaft was bright red, the veins bulging as pre-cum oozed from the tip thickly, smearing on her thigh. Her pussy gaped at him lewdly, the most innocent shade of pink, dripping her arousal all over the couch. Her ass was plastered to the wet material and when he lifted her hips to turn her over, she groaned deliriously.

“Wha...?” she asked incoherently, suddenly on her knees, her tits pressed against the arm of the couch. Something hard and hot swiped over her slit and then suddenly it speared into her, her body tensing. “Ahh~!”

“Fuck,” Jaune hissed, mauling her shapely ass. Spreading her cheeks, he saw her pink little butthole twitch and wink at him, dewy from her spilling juices. “God, Velvet, your pussy is the best.”

This time he didn’t ease her into it, pounding into her with reckless abandon. Velvet sobbed and screamed and whimpered, her body thrashed by overwhelming pleasure. Her womb burned, an uncontrollable fire that could only be quenched by one thing and one thing only.

The sperm of a man.

Jaune stroked her lithe body, fingers running up her back, tracing the slender muscles, her ribs, her spine. Her ass rippled with every pounding impact, thick strands of arousal stretching between their colliding pelvises. Velvet moaned as his cock swelled further, battering her cervix with deep, pounding shots that drove the air from her lungs.

He was manhandling her, using her – and she loved every second of it.

Reaching for her ears again, he grabbed them harshly and pulled her head up. Her cunt slurped up at him, tightening – and with excitement, he realized that she was close to cumming again, that familiar twisting enveloping his cock.

Perfect.

Angling his hips up by pure instinct, he raked his curved cock across the back wall of her vagina. Velvet keened, hips bouncing, and when her pussy contracted in her third orgasm of the day, Jaune knew that this was the end.

He knew he shouldn’t. It was a bad idea.

But he didn’t care.

As Velvet wailed, he sealed his hips to her rump, forcing as much of his cock inside her small snatch as he could, his dick flexing powerfully. Her moans went from deep and dark to high and loud, piercing as semen rocketed up his shaft, gushing into her womb powerfully. Jaune groaned as her tight pussy clenched with each ejaculation thudding into her teenage uterus, filling her with potent sperm. His balls jumped furiously, pumping as much as they could until her womb threatened to burst, anything that couldn’t fit forced out around the snug fit around his shooting dick.

The last thing Velvet thought was that he was breeding her before she passed out, unable to take any more of the pleasure coursing through her exhausted, well fucked body.

It was almost painful to remove his cock from her, his crown hypersensitive as he tugged himself free. Semen spilled from her abused twat, seeping onto the already ruined couch, soaked from her girl cum. Caressing her ass, Jaune panted as his libido finally calmed, though his dick remained hard, twitching with post orgasm bliss.

That had been... incredible.

“Velvet?” he asked.

He got no response.

Unsure what to do, and now filled with doubt as post nut clarity reared its head, he arranged her body atop of his own as he leaned back on a dry part of the couch, cradling her feminine warmth against his chest. Kissing the top of her head, he wondered what they were going to do now.

As amazing as that had been, he’d gotten a little ahead of himself.

Where the hell had that all come from? The confidence, the words he had spoken to her so carelessly... was he a bit of a dom? Velvet didn’t seem to mind it but he was still shocked by his surprising actions.

Jaune wasn’t sure how long they lay there together, his hands lightly stroking her sweat slick skin but eventually, she began to stir, her face nuzzling his chest. She looked so adorable, her nose twitching as her brown eyes opened, blinking blearily – first in confusion, and then widening in alarm.

“Fweh~?” she sounded, attempting to sit up before cringing, a hand slipping between her thighs to cup her sore slit. “Ow.”

“Are you okay?” Jaune asked and she jumped, startled.

It took her a few seconds to remember what had just happened.

Her cheeks flushed cutely, a very attractive pink. “Um – y-yeah, I’m okay. Just a little... sore. Your dick is a little big.”

Jaune tightened his arms around her middle, one hand cupping the underside of her breast. Velvet hummed in delight, squirming against him.

“I didn’t mean to be so rough,” he apologized. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Don’t be,” she patted his arm, giving it a soft squeeze. “I – I liked it. I liked it a lot.”

Jaune felt relief at her words but not enough to comfort him entirely.

“I – uh, I finished inside you,” he admitted. “I... shouldn’t have done that.”

Velvet felt a pang of panic but also heat, her exhausted pussy twitching in remembrance. His sperm had settled, thick and heavy in her deepest place. It felt so good.

“It’s okay,” she assured him. “I – I can get a pill. We – I can’t get pregnant. I’m too young to be a mother.”

“Yeah,” he said, sighing into her hair. “I’m too young to be a father.”

They basked in the presence of one another for a while longer, content before Velvet sat up, turning to face him. She fiddled with her fingers, looking cute in her embarrassment even though her skirt was still rolled up around her waist, she’d just been fucked in her shoes and her tits were right in front of his eyes.

“Did I... was I good?” she asked timidly.

Jaune blinked.

“Shouldn’t I be asking that?”

Velvet ducked her head. “It was my first time.”

“It was my first time as well.”

She perked up. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he smiled at her, full of affection. “Really – and Velvet?”

“Mm?”

“It was amazing,” he told her. “You were amazing.”

She giggled stupidly, hugging her body. She felt a little like a slut but she didn’t care.

“Maybe we could... read manga again?” she asked hopefully, her meaning clear.

“I’d like nothing more,” he said.