Heat Culture 024

Jaune trained almost every day and yet why did it feel like an age since he’d been in battle? Probably because his personal life was so crazy these days. Not that he was complaining, he had nothing to complain about. But his perception of time was definitely feeling a little bit skewed as of late.

Pyrrha’s blade whistled as he ducked, his shield rising to tank the flying knee that she launched at his face. Jaune held his ground despite the power behind her attack, pushing her back with a hard shove before following with a quick slash. She parried it with ease, spinning, her leg rocketing at his thigh. Instead of blocking with his shield and opening up his torso, he braced his leg and took the blow, aura shuddering as pain lanced up his thigh. He remained unmoved, however, and thrust at her face, forcing her to lean back.

She was off balance and so he charged forward, but it didn’t matter.

Pyrrha bent back into a handspring, forcing Jaune to abort his opportunistic dash, almost getting clipped in the chin as she flipped over back onto her feet. She smirked at him, amused, and he shook his head.

She’d left herself open on purpose. Jaune had almost fallen for it.

They traded strikes, their swords clashing with ringing force. He tried to get in close, use his size, maybe even grab at her, but she was too slippery, her footwork too elite. He began attacking with his shield, trying to force her off balance for real but again, she was too good, circling to his right, and tying up his sword with counter-thrusts.

No matter how hard he tried to figure out his partner, find some type of weakness, he couldn’t see any. As strong and as fast as he could make himself with his semblance, Pyrrha could easily handle it. He didn’t have any long range options, nor was he any good with Dust. He could think of a dozen different tactics Weiss could employ but none of those were viable for him.

It was hopeless.

Even if he surmounted the skill gap, her semblance made it practically impossible to catch her out.

But still, he tried.

He grew bolder, swinging recklessly. Her sword found his side, slipping through his defenses but he pushed on, lunging. She skipped back but he was anticipating it, and slid his foot forward. He was off balance himself now, stretching with his leg. It was an inadvisable move – but it worked, Pyrrha’s eyes widening slightly as her foot came down on his own.

She rolled her ankle, grimacing.

Jaune activated his semblance, amplifying his speed and strength. His arm was a blur, an overhead slash, the air howling as he moved so fast. Despite knowing he wouldn’t hit her, he still believed he could right up until the moment his blade deviated at the very last moment.

An expected outcome.

Crocea Mors went flying as he released it, trying to grab her with a desperate hand. He felt his gloved fingers brush her arm before a brutal kick slammed into his body, right beneath his arm. Jaune grunted as the air was forced from his lungs even with the protection of his aura, and he was sent tumbling through the dirt. Pyrrha also fell, kicking from such an awkward position on a lopsided ankle, though it was much gentler in comparison.

“Thanks for the opening, Jaune-Jaune~!” Nora screamed as she came hurtling down from above, and with a brain rattling explosion, Pyrrha was engulfed in flames as Nora’s hammer hit the ground and detonated.

It was much more powerful than her usual hits.

Jaune gasped for breath as dirt washed over him, soil clinging to his hair. There was a moment of deafening silence but he couldn’t tell, his ears ringing, right before Nora came tumbling out of the dust cloud, her expression pained.

“That hurt,” she complained when she came to a stop, touching her jaw gingerly. “Did you have to hit me that hard?”

Pyrrha appeared as the dust settled, her expression serious. She was just as filthy as they were, covered in dirt, and Jaune even sighted some singe marks on her beautiful tail. Her ears were rigid, eyes like chipped ice as she stared Nora down and the ginger haired girl tensed, getting to her feet.

“That was a close one,” Pyrrha complimented, voice cool; collected. “You targeted the ground on purpose.”

Nora rolled her eyes. “Duh~! If I tried to hit you, you’d have stopped it.”

“I could have stopped that too.”

They all knew it.

Nora shrugged. “You thought I just had my regular grenades loaded, and didn’t think you had to stop it.”

It was subtle but Jaune saw the way Pyrrha’s eyebrow twitched.

She hated it when someone managed to outsmart her in battle, even if it didn’t result in much. Then she smiled, those cold eyes lighting up.

She also loved it when someone managed to outsmart her in battle. It’s what she lived for.

Pyrrha then blinked, tilting her head. “Where’s Li?”

Nora looked a little too pleased.

Jaune sighed. “What did you do?”

They found Li hanging from the branches of a tree. In almost a repeat of Nora getting trapped in a trunk, Li had somehow managed to get her horns stuck in the branches up high. She dangled, completely motionless – or would have been, if not for the stiff breeze that made her shift in the wind.

“Get me down,” she deadpanned while Nora laughed hysterically.

The reason she hadn’t gotten herself down quickly became apparent. Her hands were encased in ice.

“I borrowed some Ice Dust off Weiss,” Nora said proudly.

Pyrrha covered her mouth, trying to shield her smile. “You’re full of surprises today.”

“I know we have you on the team and everything, but I want to pull my own weight,” Nora then looked sour. “And I want to keep all those other hussies on their toes.”

Pyrrha wore the exact same expression, and even Li joined them.

Jaune grimaced. “Guys…”

“Nora’s right,” Pyrrha nodded. “We cannot let down our guard.”

“Outsiders aren’t welcome,” Li agreed. “Even if I would enjoy watching you make them gag on your cock.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“Are we?” they all chimed at once. It was a little spooky.

“Can you get me down now?” Li asked. “My neck is beginning to cramp.”

This all started because a few girls from Atlas had shown an interest in him. Not in any sexual way, but because he was a human attending a Huntsman academy. It was rare, and while Atlas had a couple humans attending in the upper years, they had none in their first year, and so were curious. Jaune thought it was harmless, but his girlfriends – well, they thought differently.

“That Penny girl is trouble,” Nora complained after helping Li down. “I don’t like the way she touches you.”

“Okay, I admit – she was a little bit touchy-feely,” Jaune conceded. “But she was just being nice. She’s a sweet girl.”

It just didn’t help that Penny was cute as a button.

“Of course you’d say that,” Pyrrha rolled her eyes, disappointed.

“You’re an idiot,” Li said bluntly. “But you're my idiot, so I forgive you.”

“Thanks, I guess,” Jaune sighed.

It seemed that while jealousy didn’t exist within their friend group, outsiders were fair game. Not that he could blame them.

He was feeling a certain type of way about a particular monkey faunus.

Sun Wukong was a pretty cool dude, and Jaune liked him. They’d hung out a few times already and as much as Jaune loved his friends to death, it was nice to just chill with another dude and talk about guy things. Cardin did not count. And with Sun came his partner, Neptune, the blue haired guy with the dorsal fin; he was a dolphin faunus, which Jaune thought was pretty cool. Unfortunately, in one of the strangest things he’d ever heard, Neptune was apparently terrified of water.

Go figure.

Jaune enjoyed hanging out with them but it quickly became obvious that both Sun and Neptune were quite the ladies men. A lot of the girls from Haven seemed to like them, and while Sun mostly ignored them, Neptune lapped it up and Jaune bet if he had a faunus sense of smell, he’d probably catch the scent of more than a few of them on Neptune.

He was a smooth operator.

Sun seemed more focused on one girl in particular.

Jaune frowned.

More than once, their conversations had led in the direction of Blake. Not only that but Jaune had caught them talking a few times, and it was clear to anyone with eyes that Sun was sweet on her. At first, he’d wondered if he might be in rut but he wasn’t showing any of the aggressive indicators that Sky had shown. He was just a little smitten.

It made Jaune feel a little defensive and on edge. Blake clearly enjoyed Sun’s company as well, at least somewhat, because if she didn’t, she’d have told him to leave her alone. She wasn’t the type of girl to suffer the company of a person she didn’t like. Every time he saw them together, he wanted to storm over and place himself between them, like some sort of human barrier.

He didn’t like it.

Was this how Pyrrha, Weiss and Yang felt when they saw him with Nora and Li?

The one saving grace is that he knew how Blake felt about him. She’d told him. But… was it possible for things to change? If she went into heat, could it find a new target? Someone more compatible?

“Jaune?” Li asked quietly.

What if she changed her mind all on her own?

“Jaune-Jaune?” Nora leaned in, invading his personal space. Jaune blinked, her eyes large, taking up his entire view.

He flinched, stepping back. “Nora! What…?”

“Are you okay?” she asked, peering up at him worriedly. “You looked like you were going into battle.”

Looking around, he saw that both Pyrrha and Li appeared just as concerned.

“Sorry,” he sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I’m fine. I was just thinking about some things.”

“And those things are?” Nora pressed.

Jaune hesitated. “I don’t really want to talk about it.”

Their scrolls began to ring simultaneously, their set alarms going off. It was the end of their training session, so they began gathering their things. Crocea Mors was still laying in the dirt, so Jaune walked over and picked it up, sheathing it inside his shield before collapsing it down and hooking it back on his belt. Under a nearby tree, they’d left a group of water bottles and some towels.

Taking one of the bottles, Jaune chugged it, his mouth feeling dry. When he finished it, he found Pyrrha standing by his side.

“You’ve improved a lot,” she said. “Tripping me by placing your foot under mine was sneaky.”

“If I want to get you, I have to be sneaky,” he replied, looping a towel around his neck to soak up his sweat. “It still wasn’t enough.”

Pyrrha placed a hand on his arm. “You forced me to use my semblance. If I hadn’t, you would have landed that strike. It was also sneaky of you to release your sword and try to grab me when you knew your strike wouldn’t hit. That was something you’ve done before.”

Against Blake.

“Yeah.”

“You created an opening for Nora to exploit,” Pyrrha praised. “You weren’t the only one being sneaky either,” she then frowned, grabbing her tail and inspecting the singed fur. “This is going to take ages to get out. I might have to trim the fur back.”

“It still looks beautiful.”

She smirked. “Aren’t you a charmer?”

Jaune felt his mood improve slightly. “Weiss might give you a hard time about it, though.”

Pyrrha scowled. “That girl. She is going to love this.”

Weiss did love it. Jaune saw her eyes light up, pleasantly surprised when they all gathered for lunch after a quick shower. Almost as if her eyes were lazer guided, they locked onto Pyrrha’s tail despite her efforts to keep it hidden behind her back.

“Are you going for a new look?” she needled, smiling with her fangs exposed. “What do they call it?”

Pyrrha had clipped much of the fur back, making her tail look a little bit uneven. It was pretty hard to spot, though. Honestly, if you weren’t looking for it, you couldn’t really tell. Unless you were Weiss, of course.

“I blew her up,” Nora bragged.

That only delighted Weiss even more. “Tell me everything.”

Pyrrha glared, sitting as far away from Weiss as she could. Li met his eyes and snickered, and he couldn’t help but laugh. That laughter died when he spotted who was sitting next to Blake.

“Heya,” Sun greeted, waving with his tail. His plate was stacked with a full hand of bananas. “What’s up?”

Jaune kept his expression neutral as he sat down between Weiss and Ruby, who smiled at him sweetly before popping a strawberry into her mouth.

“Not much,” he said. “We were just training.”

Blake was watching him carefully as she always did these days, those eyes of molten honey staring straight into his soul, eyelids drooping, giving her gaze a smokey look. He felt like a mouse under her gaze, and it washed away any doubts that may have been lingering.

He was being stupid.

Perhaps he was less of a mouse beneath her gaze and more of a salmon, and she was going to eat him up.

“You guys have a target on your backs, you know that, right?” Sun asked, peeling one of his bananas. “Everyone wants a crack at Pyrrha Nikos. I overheard some of the guys from Shade talking smack, think she’s all hot air,” he paused just before taking a bite, sending an apologetic look Pyrrha’s way. “Their words, not mine.”

She just smiled.

“Do you feel the same way?” Weiss asked shrewdly.

“Hell no,” he denied. “I’m from Mistral, everyone at Haven knows how good she is. Most of us have seen her live during the regional tournaments. We know how good she really is.”

“She’s the best,” Ruby said proudly.

Sun devoured his banana and started peeling another one. “We’ll give it our all if we come up against her but it’ll be a rough time. Suppose you won’t go easy on us?”

Pyrrha just continued to smile.

Sun laughed. “Didn’t think so.”

Neptune arrived shortly after and lunch was spent making small talk, and getting to know their new friends. Jaune felt Blake’s gaze on him throughout and it made him feel a little worked up, and every time he met her eyes, she refused to look away. Her eyes were smoldering and it made her look even sexier than she usually did.

Jaune knew she wanted to wait for her heat and he wasn’t sure if that time was now, but… it felt like she was tempting him, inviting him to make a move on her.

So that is exactly what he was going to do.

In a reversal of the time she stalked him, he followed her this time. The sway of her hips was hypnotic as she walked, her shapely butt jiggling with each step. It felt like her shorts were even tighter than usual, as if she’d packed herself into an old pair that were a size too small. Her sleek, black tail swished in unison.

She was with Yang, and the pair of them were just walking around, their conversation too low for him to hear. Yang didn’t look so bad herself, her little black shorts aggressively cupping the underside of her butt and giving it a small lift that it didn’t need. Despite Yang’s full figure, her legs were rather slender, her thighs toned, and he could see light on the other side of that thigh gap. Blake’s thighs were plumper, hips wide on her athletic physique.

He may have been human but he felt like he was going into rut himself, spying on these two beautiful women.

The dorm was in sight when they parted, Yang heading back to their room while Blake continued on. Jaune tried to act casual as he followed behind her, ignoring the interested looks from foreign students, and it soon became apparent that she was leading him away from the busier sections of the school.

It wasn’t long until they were surrounded by trees.

She knew he was following her, he was positive of that now. He doubted that she suddenly decided to take a stroll through the forest for no reason. It was safe here, close to the school, not quite venturing so far that they would be inside the Emerald Forest proper, still within the sphere of Beacon’s protection.

When she stopped in a small clearing, he kept moving until he was standing right behind her. Her tail stopped moving, the ears atop her head twitching.

Jaune felt his blood heat up, his hands itching to touch her. Slowly, he reached out and settled his hands on her waist, moving the black material aside to touch her skin directly. It was so soft and smooth, and warm, Blake tensing as he caressed her before slipping around to cup her flat belly.

“Jaune,” she breathed out, voice husky. It went straight to his cock, his dick swelling rapidly. When one of his fingers found her bellybutton, she shivered from the tips of her ears down to her toes. “Ah~!”

Blake felt feverish, on the cusp of her heat reigniting anew. It was a much faster turnaround than usual, driven on by Jaune’s scent smothering her friends. His potent musk had invaded their room, it clung to Yang and Weiss, Pyrrha, Nora and Li, an inviting stench that made her quick wetting pussy drool often. Even without her heat in full force, she’d been horny as hell, and yet she had denied herself, refusing to play with her little kitty.

She wanted it to build and build, her sexual frustrations, her longing, and now that her heat was balanced on the edge of a knife, it was all too much to bear.

He tried to hide it but Blake had seen the possessiveness in his expression whenever Sun was around. It was an expression she’d never seen on his face before, a new side to him. A side that made her insides coil and throb, knowing that he felt that way about her. He was worried she might fall for someone else, desire the touch of another man, yearn to be bred by another.

Jaune could be so silly sometimes.

It made her ridiculously happy to see that hint of a jealous streak, especially after he had so ruthlessly fucked her friends. Jaune was literally drowning in available pussy and yet he still longed to have her, to claim her, to fuck her and breed her, to fill her up with his potent sperm…

Blake felt deliriously happy.

Having his hands on her skin, touching her tummy, stroking her skin – it was almost too much. Her heart pounded in her chest, her vagina clenching with a sweet ache. It was time. Everything she had been waiting for was within reach now, and she would claim it.

Blake turned in his loose embrace until she was facing him, and saw the darkness of his pupils, the clear blue of his irises. His strong, powerful hands cupped her ass, squeezing, and Blake moaned as something silky wet pooled in her panties, molten desire.

“Blake,” his voice was rough, deep. It made her nipples crinkle as they tightened.

“Fuck me,” she said boldly. “Mark me, claim me, fill me. Make me yours.”

That was what Jaune had been waiting to hear. But when his hands slipped higher, touching her lower back, Blake jerked wildly, her face twisting as her eyes crossed.

“Nnngya~!”

Jaune blinked.

What just happened…?

He moved his hands, stroking the line of her spine and she spasmed wildly, as if a jolt of electricity was fired through her body. Her hands latched onto his forearms, nails sinking in as her face contorted, her tail becoming stiff behind her back. Completely limp, she collapsed against him.

“Nnngyaaa~!”

Blake panted against his chest as his hands froze, fingers hot against her back. On trembling legs, she tried to find her voice but couldn’t, tongue numb.

Hesitating for a moment, Jaune slowly moved his fingers, dragging them softly across her skin and once again, she jerked wildly in response, eyes rolling up into her head. When one of his hands encountered the base of her tail, just above the curve of her plump butt, he encircled it with his fingers, kneading it gently.

Blake nearly howled, becoming stiff as pleasure spiked straight into her brain, leaving her senseless. She thrashed in his embrace, her body rolling against him, grinding her flat tummy against his bulge.

Jaune recalled the old family cat, and how it would become paralyzed whenever someone would scratch its lower back, as if overwhelmed. It appeared that Blake was the same.

“J-Jaune,” she gasped, hissing through her teeth.

He stopped, simply holding her tail until the tension slowly bled out of her body.

“Too much?” he asked quietly.

She nodded shyly, her cheeks flushed brightly. Those wonderful eyes peered up at him, shimmering.

“Be gentle,” she whispered, and that only made his cock stiffen further.

He stole her lips in a passionate kiss and Blake moaned in surprise, her soft lips opening up gladly. Their tongues twirled together, tasting one another, and Jaune shivered as he felt the roughness, pressing forward with his hips. Blake mewled as she felt his cock grind against her stomach, right above her womb, her insides pulsing, needy.

Cupping the back of her head, he deepened the kiss, devouring her with every part of his being. He lightly nipped at her lower lip until it was red and swollen, sucking on it. Her panties were flooded with desire as he did this, returning the favor by sucking on his tongue. Releasing her tail, he gripped her ass, fingers sinking in until he had a nice handful.

“Ahn~!” she moaned between wet smacks of their lips, breasts aching beautifully. “Haaah~! J-Jaune, touch me~!”

She squeaked as she was suddenly turned, facing away from him. Two large hands cupped her covered breasts, lifting them, tugging on the pliable flesh. Blake shuddered, rocking her hips back to grind her ass against his clothed length, belly quaking every time he tugged on her tits.

“These feel good,” he praised her, breath gusting across her human ears. She jumped when his tongue lashed out and licked the lobe, driving her insane. “Mmm, you aren’t wearing a bra,” she could hear the surprise in his voice. “Can I undress you?”

“Yes,” she begged, squirming. He was so hard against her butt, poking her, a promise of things to come. “Yes, please~! Hurry!”

Releasing her tits, Jaune reached down and found the silver button of her vest, unhooking it. The garment fell open, Blake shrugging it off carelessly. It caught on her tail as it slid down her back but a quick swish of her appendage sent it tumbling to the grass.

“You’re so sexy, Blake,” he whispered, nipping at her ear this time. Liquid heat trickled through her lower belly. “Mm, god, you’re so beautiful.”

It filled her with embarrassment and lust as he praised her body, stroking her ribs before slipping his fingers beneath the hem of her white crop top. Blake lifted her arms eagerly as he peeled it up off her body, the tight material catching on the underside of her breasts. He pulled them up alongside the top, her boobs stretching upwards before her top came free, and her shapely chest dropped, bare as the day she was born.

“Do you usually wear no bra?”

Blake nodded, itching to feel his hands on her chest. “Mhm~! My top is enough support—ahhn~!”

Jaune cupped the underside of her tits, relishing the softness and warmth of her bare skin. Blake wasn’t as endowed as Nora, Pyrrha or Yang, but she wasn’t small, either. She was the perfect middle ground between the smaller Weiss and busty Pyrrha, a nice handful with a little left over, and when he found her nipples, Blake sighed.

Her areola were large, pulled taut in arousal, the tips large and pointed. Blake arched her back, thrusting her chest out as he squeezed, her breasts molding perfectly to his hands. Peering down over her shoulder, he saw that her nipples were a dusky light brown hue.

“Mmmngg,” she groaned low in her throat as he lightly tugged at her peaks, rolling the tips between his thumb and forefinger. A dull throb spread heat throughout her chest, her nipples tightening further as he pinched them. “Ahh~! Jaune~!”

Jaune couldn’t get enough of her voice; low and husky, filled with heat, yearning. Her nipples were so hard, he couldn’t help but tease them with light pinches, tracing the outside of her areola with his nails. Blake squirmed as he played with her tits, manipulating them until she was a gasping, mewling mess, her ass stroking his contained cock.

“More,” she whimpered. “Nng, more. More~!”

Giving her tits one last tug, pinching her nipples and pulling until her breasts stretched out, he released her before moving lower. Jaune traced the lines of her toned muscles, stroking the defined lines before finding the waistband of her shorts. They were really tight and Jaune had to reach for the zipper on each leg, pulling them up to loosen the material enough to pull them down.

Blake panted excitedly as she felt her shorts pass over the curve of her ass, exposing her black thong. Jaune feasted on the pale globes of her ass cheeks, admiring the way the material of her underwear was swallowed up between them. He even spotted a small black dot, a beauty mark on the inside curve of her left cheek, and he stroked it with his finger.

“You like my butt?” she asked, giving it a shake. It jiggled invitingly, pert and plump with youth. He couldn’t help it, grabbing the tight waistband of her thong and pulling it until it snapped back against her skin, causing her to jump.

“I love it,” he said.

Her shorts pooled around her ankles, Jaune giving her ass a light swat. Blake moaned, her insides trembling as the soft impact, and then he was pulling her thong off, the sodden material peeling away from her vulva audibly. Her humid crotch was revealed to the world, the cool air doing little to quash the burning in her loins.

When her underwear joined her shorts on the ground, Jaune stepped away. Blake immediately missed his warm, and the rigid line of his body.

“Turn around, I want to see you,” Jaune commanded, and she obeyed instantly.

Her body toned to perfection, her muscles lean, her tummy flat with visible abdominals. She wasn’t as muscular as Pyrrha was, nor was she as svelte as Weiss. She was down the middle between the two girls, a little more rounded in the hips than Weiss, less busty than Pyrrha, but still a vision of perfection. Jaune’s eyes traced her sublime form, the gentle rise of her hip bone, the protruding curve of her mons. Her mound was completely bare, clean shaven, her clitoral hood wide. Damp inner labia unfurled from between her plump outer lips, the same color as her dusky nipples.

Jaune’s cock thumped in excitement, wanting to bury itself deep inside that wonderful looking pussy. How tight would that athletic body feel, wrapped around his shaft? She was still wearing her stockings and heeled boots, and the way that the black material clung to her skin, pressing in just enough to make her thighs lightly bulge…

Jaune met her eyes and saw the anticipation smoldering in her gaze, matched by his own. Slowly, he reached for his belt and unbuckled it, removing it carefully and tossing it aside. Blake’s shapely breasts swayed as she gasped, perky, with just the slightest hint of youthful sag. Her nipples were slightly upturned, giving her tits a swooping look, as if they were slightly bottom heavy.

Next he removed his shirt, pulling it up over his head. He briefly lost sight of her face as the material passed over his eyes but when he caught sight of her again, she was biting her lip, amber eyes slitted as she devoured his body with her eyes.

Blake felt her uterus throb when his lean, muscled body was revealed to her eyes. His chest was thick, arms hard with definition, shoulders broad. Rippling abdominals made her own clench as she inhaled, her arousal leaking down her inner thighs.

Jaune saw her wetness roll down her legs, his cock tensing in desire. Toeing off his boots, he removed his jeans until he was left in nothing but his tenting underwear, the black boxer-briefs stretched obscenely.

Blake’s eyes found it at once, staring at in wonder. Even covered, she could see that it was big. The way it stretched the material, as if trying to punch right through the front. Licking her lips, she watched as his fingers pulled the waistband down, freeing his length to her desperate gaze.

Long, thick, the shaft was mapped with bulging veins. As it bounced and jerked, a healthy drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip, Blake admired the way it curved upwards, the way the flushed glans spread slightly wider than the thick shaft that held it up. Fat balls sat below, hanging low, the base surrounded by a sparse ring of blond hair.

This was the cock of a man. The cock of a man built to breed. This was the cock that had dominated her friends, had driven them all mad with lust. That had left them satisfied yet begging for more. This was the cock that made her room reek with sex, the cock that had fired endlessly inside them all. It was the type of cock to get them pregnant, if they weren’t careful.

Blake felt herself tumble over the edge, consumed by her instincts.