Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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It wasn't his first night away from home or anything like that. Getting into Beacon had not been the work of a day. But Jaune had always been able to find someplace to sleep for the night, even if some of the older women who he had to con into letting him in seemed a bit peeved that he was taking the guest bedroom, rather than sharing their bed. Even still, he'd made it out of all of that with his chastity largely intact.
But because of that, his first night at Beacon WAS his first night sleeping with a bunch of other people. So of course, Jaune had gone out of his way to find a place against a wall to situate his bedroll and his belongings, and then sleep there, sitting up. It'd just felt most appropriate, he really didn't think he was going to get much sleep anyways, so he might as well have a wall at his back for safety's sake.
His wall mate had actually been that black-haired girl from earlier with the bow in her hair, albeit dressed in a set of pajamas complete with a yukata-style shirt, a purple undershirt, and a matching skirt to protect her modesty. She'd given him a side-eye when he first sat down, but when Jaune gave her a smile and a slight wave, she'd just stared.
… He'd wondered if perhaps he was too close, but he'd made sure to sit a good fifteen feet away, along a stretch of the wall that was completely deserted! In the end, Jaune had decided that she was just going to have to deal. He considered going over and introducing himself to maybe break the ice a little, but if that was the response he was getting with a wave, he definitely wasn't getting any closer.
With that said, Jaune had begun trying to go to sleep. Bow-girl had returned to the book she was reading, and eventually… eventually despite his initial expectations, Jaune had indeed passed out, finally falling asleep with his head slumped forward and his body limp. His dreams were of course filled with failure, a surety that he would fail the exam tomorrow, or that he would just fail out of Beacon altogether. Or worse still, that they would find out about his forged transcripts and report him to the authorities or something.
Of course, Jaune had no idea what Vale's authorities even looked like, so in his dream, punishment for lying on his application papers came from the hands of one Professor Goodwitch. Needless to say, things took a very sexual turn from there, but rather than ACTUALLY punish him, the beautiful blonde woman got down on her knees and began sucking his cock.
Jaune had never actually had his cock sucked before, so there was a bit of an oddity there, because it felt good, yes… but more importantly, it felt real. And that led to Jaune questioning things, as the sheer strangeness made him realize he was in a dream, and slowly woke him up. It was still late at night as Jaune opened his eyes and looked out across the dimly lit main hall… but even now that he was awake, he could feel a pair of lips suctioned around his cock, and a writhing tongue going to town on his member.
Blinking dumbly, Jaune stares down at his lap, slowly realizing as his eyes adjust to the lack of light that it's bulging a lot more than it should be, even if he WAS erect right now. There's… someone's snuck into his bedroll! And they're… they're bobbing up and down on his knob! Jaune doesn't know what to do at first. His instinct is to let out an exclamation of shock or something, but he manages to contain himself, manages to hold it back.
His second instinct is to tear back the bedroll, but THAT might startle the person who currently has his prick in their mouth, and he doesn't want to do THAT either, not when their teeth are so close to the precious, if you know what he means. Managing to hold back from reacting too strongly, though he wasn't going to call it 'overreacting' because really, WAS there any such thing in this situation, Jaune finally reaches down, grabs the hem of his bedroll, and slowly lifts up the blanket so he can see who's between his legs.
Her knob-gobbling slows to a crawl as Bow-girl looks up at him with yellow eyes that glisten in the darkness, almost seeming to glow as they make eye contact, right then and there. Jaune stares at the girl who'd not even said a word to him yet across two encounters (though to be fair, he'd not made any effort to speak to her at the docks either) and she just stares right back. Then, tentatively, hesitantly even, the yellow-eyed girl darts her tongue along the underside of Jaune's cock.
It takes every ounce of his willpower not to react to the sudden stimulus after she'd stopped everything and just held his member in her mouth, but he manages it all the same, biting back the groan that threatens to tear its way out of his throat. God, how can no one have noticed this? Looking around, Jaune doesn't THINK he sees any eyes on him. To be fair, it's very dark. S-Surely no one could see what was going on anyways, right? All it would look like was a restless student, tossing and turning in his sleep o-or something.
Regardless, now that he's not actually saying or doing anything to stop her, bow-girl has gone back to bobbing up and down on his cock, swallowing his shaft and swirling her tongue around his tip every time she pulls back to the point that she's holding only it between her lips. She's… really good at this, if Jaune is being honest. He can feel his balls churning, can feel himself getting close to cumming.
Instinctively, Jaune reaches out and tries to place his hand in her hair, even as he holds back another groan. She flinches back, attempting to escape at the last second as she registers his approaching appendage, but she's too slow. He hits bow, and before Jaune even realizes what's happening, he's pulled the thing right off of her head.
Only as he stares at it and her, and she stares at it and him, does Jaune realize why it was so easy. She wasn't wearing an actual bow. She was wearing some sort of makeshift disguise bow, one that fit perfectly over two gorgeous black cat ears that twitch and tremble atop her head, before his eyes even now. Jaune swallows as she looks back at him, frozen in place at having her secret revealed.
Right, so not bow-girl… but rather, cat faunus. He'll eventually learn her actual name, but it's good to know the truth now, he supposes. Setting the bow aside very deliberately, Jaune reaches back up to the cat faunus' head, and rests his hand between her big, feline ears. She pauses for a second more, and then begins to bob up and down on his cock again, her eyes now fixed on his, never once leaving his face as she proceeds to suck him off, blowing him to completion.
And it is fast after that. Even as he tries to spread his fingers out and maybe scratch behind the cat ears a little bit, her tongue is swirling, and her lips are sucking, and her cheeks are vacuuming like never before. With as quiet a groan as he can muster, Jaune whispers down to the faunus.
"I'm getting close…"
He feels her ears twitch in his direction, and knows she heard him. She pulls back so that just his cockhead remains between her lips, and then she swirls her tongue around his tip, before pressing it against his bell end. And like that, Jaune begins to cum, his free hand dropping his blanket from where he'd been holding it up so that he can clap it over his mouth instead to hide the loud groan that escapes his lips. He manages to muffle most of it, and his other hand remains in the cat faunus' hair, in between her ears, as he feels her sucking and drinking his load down.
She doesn't waste a single drop, swallowing every last bit of his seed before finally letting his cockhead pop free of her lips. By that time, Jaune is able to pull up the bedroll again. She's about to pull away, so he grabs her more firmly by her hair, forcing her to look up at him again. She has an unreadable look on her face, and almost seems to shudder at his sudden forcefulness. Maybe she's about to attack or something, but Jaune has to know.
"W-Wait… what's your name? Mine's Jaune?"
She freezes for a brief moment, and actually seems to think about it. Jaune has to resist rolling his eyes, because really, they're going to be going to Beacon for the next few years together, right? There's no way she can keep it a secret forever, so why try now? Eventually, this realization seems to hit the cat faunus as well, because she finally gives him an answer.
"… Blake."
Smiling as politely as he can at the girl who just sucked him off and drank his seed like it was particularly tasty milk, Jaune reaches down to his side and grabs the bow he took off of her earlier with his free hand, holding it out to her.
"Nice to meet you, Blake."
Sure, she'd technically just sexually assaulted him, and perhaps Jaune should have been more upset about that… but he'd enjoyed himself, and she was a pretty girl… well, pretty faunus, as it turned out. Blake takes her bow back, places it over her cat ears, and then crawls out of his bedroll. Jaune watches to make sure the coast is clear as she does, but he doesn't see anyone watching them, while the cat faunus crawls back over to her own part of the wall.
What he DOES see, however, is Blake's round behind, framed perfectly in her skirt but not completely covered by it… as well as the fact that she's not wearing panties right now, and her pussy lips are positively glistening in the moonlight that streams in through the main hall's massive windows. Swallowing thickly at the sight, wondering if she was just fingering herself during the whole blowjob thing, or if giving head REALLY turned her on that much, Jaune eventually just shakes his head and tries to put it out of his mind.
As it turns out, this isn't too hard. Getting sucked off is a great way to fall asleep, and Jaune is slumbering once more soon enough… after he's tucked his johnson back in his pajamas, of course. While that was certainly an odd late-night encounter to say the least, Jaune can't say he didn't enjoy it. But he really did need his rest. Who knew what the morrow would bring?
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After last night, Jaune had been… perhaps in a daze would be the correct way of putting it? He'd been a little out of it, especially when he woke up in the morning for real, only for Blake, as he now knew her to be named, to be unwilling to meet his gaze. The dusting of red across her pretty features, and the twitching of the black bow atop her head (now that he knew to look for it) were all the confirmation Jaune needed to know that yes, last night HAD happened.
Regardless, he'd gotten his gear and what not, and gone where they told him to. Eventually, this meant he found himself up on a cliff-face, standing on a square platform alongside a bunch of other students as the Headmaster gave some speech or other. Jaune knew he probably should have been listening to it, he knew he probably should have been paying attention, but after his interactions with first Ruby and then Blake, he had a lot on his mind.
So, suffice to say, the young man had absolutely no warning, so lost in thought as he was, before the spring trap he was unwittingly standing on suddenly went off, throwing him quite far through the air. As his scream fills said air, Jaune eventually realizes that he's not exactly alone… and everyone else seems to be much more ready for the trees coming towards their faces than he is.
Luckily, he has his aura unlocked, at least. He'll be able to tank the fall, hopefully, though Jaune isn't sure it'll be without a broken bone or two. And that won't be good, given what he now suspects about this exam. If only he'd been listening better to what the Headmaster was saying. However, before Jaune can spend any more time ruminating on his own failures, salvation comes in the form of a nearly fatal strike from a spear of all things.
Letting out a yelp, Jaune suddenly finds himself pinned to a tree by his hoodie, the spear having arrested the majority of his momentum and left him hanging. Though, not for long. Slowly but surely, the hoodie gives way, and Jaune finds himself falling further. Luckily, this IS a fall that his aura reserves can easily take, and he barely even feels it as he lands on the ground. He does still groan though, even while struggling to his feet.
"I guess we're partners now!"
And then there's a red-haired girl with green eyes landing in front of him, and it takes every last bit of Jaune's composure NOT to let out a distinctly girlish shriek. He registers the spear in her hands, the same spear that he just got pinned by, before he fully registers her words, and Jaune responds by grabbing Crocea Mors and taking a step back.
THEN, he processes what she said, as well as the oddly wide smile on her face, and the glint in her eyes.
"Um… what?"
Letting out a distinctly unsettling giggle, which she covers up with one hand like she isn't an Amazonian warrior from hell, the young woman just continues to smile at him.
"Weren't you listening to the Headmaster? The first person we meet eyes with in this forest… that's our partner."
Oh. That… that made sense. Wait, no it didn't!
"That's a shitty way of choosing partners!"
The red head's eyes widen, and Jaune is quick to follow up.
"A-Ah, that's not a crack at you, per say. You might make a wonderful partner. But we don't know anything about each other, right? So, it's not like just because we saw each other first, we're suddenly going to have amazing teamwork! This seems like a really ill-thought out strategy for making teams, honestly!"
Blinking at that, the red head's smile only seems to widen a bit.
"You know… I never thought about it that way. You've got a good head on your shoulders. But… you really don't know who I am?"
It's Jaune's turn to blink, even as he coughs and lets out a sheepish laugh, rubbing a hand through his hair. Oh no, had she introduced herself at some point and he'd missed it? That would be the worst.
"Uh… no, sorry. Should I?"
Rather than getting angry, however, his new partner just lets out another giggle behind her hand, her green eyes twinkling with something akin to excitement as she shakes her head.
"No, it's perfectly alright that you don't. As I thought, we're complete strangers to each other. How… exciting."
While Jaune is still processing that, the red head suddenly steps forward, holding her spear in one hand against her side while she pushes the other out for a handshake.
"My name is Pyrrha, by the way. What's yours?"
It's almost as if she's waiting for him to react in some way, like she's waiting for one last shoe to drop. But even as Jaune sees that in her eyes, he still doesn't recognize her name. So, with a shrug, he steps forward as well and takes her hand, giving her as best a grin as he can muster, under the circumstances.
"The name's Jaune. Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, and ladies love it."
And there it is. The blush that marks Pyrrha as a girl, spreading across her cheeks. Except, if anything, it seems more intense than say, it was on Ruby or Blake.
"Mm, I'm sure they do, Jaune. I'm sure they do…"
Well, that's certainly not ominous. But before he can piece anything together, Pyrrha suddenly takes him by the wrist and drags him forward, stepping past him in the same moment to cut an approaching Grimm, an Ursa to be exact, in two. Jaune stares, wide-eyed, having not even heard the large Grimm coming.
"W-Whoa… thanks for the save."
Pyrrha glances back at him and smiles more normally, even as her lashes flutter.
"Any time… partner. Now, come on! We've got a relic to pick up!"
Sounded like more of the lecture he'd missed while ignoring the Headmaster. Still, clearly, even if he hadn't actually had any hand in making it happen, Jaune had ended up with one of the stronger initiates. As Pyrrha drags him through the forest, any Grimm that cross their paths dies. Of course, his massive aura means that she doesn't have to spend as much time protecting him as she might otherwise. When combined with her skill and strength, they make excellent time to where ever the hell it is, they're going. That turns out to be a temple of sorts, and as Jaune walks up the steps with Pyrrha on his heels, he finds himself staring at a total of twenty pedestals, upon which sit a whole bunch of untouched chess pieces.
Blinking, Jaune glances over at Pyrrha.
"Are you sure this is where we were supposed to go, Pyrrha? Surely, we weren't the first ones to arrive… and yet, none of the pieces are gone yet."
Pyrrha just smiles and shrugs.
"You underestimate yourself, Jaune. We made good time. It's possible that the others are, mm… struggling where we did not."
She sounds pleased about that, as if she's particularly competitive when it comes to these sorts of things. Jaune just laughs it off though and looks back at the pedestals. Well… Pyrrha had gotten them here, in the end.
"Which do you want to take? We only need one…"
But when he looks over to Pyrrha to get her opinion, he finds her shaking her head back and forth, her red ponytail bobbing and swishing through the air along with her.
"I think you should decide, Jaune. This is important, after all. It should be up to you."
Huh? What did the decision being important have to do with making it his choice? Jaune frowns, almost wanting to fight it, but in the end, he can tell Pyrrha isn't going to budge. Which means… it means he's got to decide. Letting out a low sigh, Jaune moves over to the pedestals, trying to decide which piece feels right.
Oddly enough, it's not the pieces themselves, but the color that causes him to move away from the black chess set. It just doesn't feel right. Instead, he moves to the white-gold pieces, and here, he finds true possibilities. In the end, it boils down to Rook or Knight. One or the other… those are the two that feel like they're resonating with him, that feel like they belong to him. But he still can only choose one…
Rook or Knight. God, why does this have to be so hard?
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