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Jaune slept much better his second night, much of the nervous excitement having been extinguished after his first day at Beacon. After watching a movie with his new team, he was out like a light as soon as his head hit the pillow. When his alarm signaled the beginning of a new day, he expected to be recharged and revitalized. He expected a swift awakening.

Instead sleep clung to him like a comforting blanket, enveloping him in reassuring warmth. Jaune snuggled deep beneath his covers after silencing his blaring scroll, sighing with contentment. He wished to stay there permanently but knew he could not. Five more minutes wouldn’t hurt.

The soft, fading scent of honey milk tickled his nose as he inhaled deeply. It was a pleasing smell and he chased it, hugging his delightfully soft, warm pillow to his body. Burying his nose against it, he inhaled again and sighed with bliss. Something velvety soft fluttered against his cheeks and he squirmed, retreating from the tickling sensation.

What was that? And... why did his pillow have hair?

Jaune opened his eyes and stared across his bedroom before slowly craning his neck to look down. Two of the cutest little black cat ears twitched and flicked as his breath ghosted across them, seated atop dark raven locks. His morning wood was at full attention, poking against something both soft and firm while smooth, slender legs lay tangled around his own.

Someone was in his bed – and it could only be one person. There was only one faunus staying in their home.

A sleepy amber eye peeked out from under an eyelid, her soft looking lips curling into a suggestive smile. His cock was pressing directly into her belly and it didn’t take Blake long to notice, her eyebrow arching as she pressed against it firmly.

“Good morning,” she greeted with a yawn, eyes crinkling happily. “You feel happy to see me.”

“That just – err, happens sometimes,” he replied.

“Oh? So this isn’t for me, then?” Blake pouted. “Pity.”

One of her hands slipped between their bodies and grasped him. It throbbed and flexed, happy at the attention, and Blake’s eyes widened briefly as her fingers stroked it lightly.

“You’re really big,” she said bluntly and with some surprise. “Mm, and so, so hard. We really did luck out.”

Jaune was assaulted with images of the night before, of Ruby grinding her clothed snatch all over his confined cock. Now he had Blake in his bed, fondling his shaft as it tensed further in her curious hand. Did all huntresses get so frisky with their supporters so quickly? Not that he minded. Each one of them was so beautiful and gorgeous, and he of all people got to be their support. Letting Ruby dry hump herself to orgasm on his dick had felt amazing. Blake’s hand on his morning erection was bliss.

He was pretty sure that he lucked out, not the other way around.

“So – I seem to recall going to bed alone last night,” he stated.

Blake grinned coyly. “You did.”

“So what are you doing here? Not that I’m complaining,” her hand ventured lower and began playing with his balls, squeezing them tenderly. Jaune groaned. “But I am a little confused.”

“It’s my day, remember?” her look was all possession. “I’m not going to waste a single second of it.”

“Did you sneak in at midnight?”

She nodded cutely. “Not a single second – got it?”

Jaune felt a touch of concern. “I hope you got more than five hours sleep.”

“Don’t worry. I didn’t stay up until midnight. I just set my alarm and came on over when it was time,” she nuzzled her cheek against his chin. “You looked so peaceful and warm, I couldn’t help myself. I had to climb right in.”

She burrowed in closer and continued to play with his dick and balls, rubbing it until it ached with desire. Jaune settled his hands on her exposed thighs and rubbed the impossibly smooth skin, marveling at how soft and warm they were. Her legs were slender but toned, muscled only like a huntress could be. When his fingers quested a little too high, he realized that his observations from the previous day were much more sound than he expected. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

But as much as he enjoyed laying there with her, touching her and letting her touch him, he had an urgent matter to attend. His bladder was full and it would not stand idly by as he ignored it. As good as her hands on his cock felt, even through his pants, the uncomfortable urge to piss counteracted it.

“Um,” Jaune gave Blake an embarrassed look. “I need to pee.”

Blake paused in her groping. “Oh.”

“Sorry,” he apologized. “But – ah, it really is quite uncomfortable.”

Blake bumped his chin with her nose. “Don’t worry. I’m a girl – I know all about that. I suppose we better get up, then?”

She was all liquid grace as she slid out from under his blankets. Jaune stared as he spied the curve of her ass cheeks before her yukata fell back into place, barely protecting her modesty. His eyes roamed over her sexy legs and his cock jumped in his pants, painfully hard.

Her golden eyes were luminous in the dark of the room. “This isn’t over, okay~? I’ll need your help very soon.”

He watched as she slipped out into the hallway before sighing, rolling onto his back. Palming his turgid erection, he gave it a harsh squeeze before getting up. Preparing his school uniform, he grabbed a towel before making his way to the bathroom. If anyone saw him, there would be no missing his boner.

Peeing with a hardon was not fun.

When he jumped into the shower, he made sure to leave the water rather cold until his cock calmed down enough to crank up the heat. Standing beneath the spray, he simply let the water cascade around him for several long moments before reaching for his bottle of shampoo.

The door to the bathroom swung open and his hand paused.

“Er – who is it?” he asked.

“Who do you think?” Blake asked cheekily. There was a rustle of cloth before the shower door opened, and Jaune felt his eyes widen as he caught sight of his teammate.

High full breasts greeted him, her nipples small and pink and slightly upturned, their shape perfectly proportioned to her athletic frame. Her waist was trim and flared into a set of desirable, shapely hips while her stomach was flat and lightly muscled with just a hint of the crest of her pelvic bone sticking out. Her mons was lightly covered in a fine stripe of hair, the top of her slit small and cute. He could see the hood of her clit, small and wedged between her labia.

She was the very picture of female sexuality and perfection, and Jaune’s erection sprung back to life as if it had never been gone.

“Wash me?” she asked, stepping in under the spray and sharing the space with him. Her breasts were tantalizingly close to his chest, her nipples in danger of touching his skin. “As our supporter, you can do that, right?”

Jaune worked his suddenly all too dry tongue around in his mouth. “Um – yeah, of course.”

Blake produced a loofah and handed it to him. “Use this. Do you want to do my back first or my front? You choose~”

“I’ll – uh, do your back first.”

When Blake turned, her got his first real look at her ass and he was blown away. It was thick and well rounded, the cheeks high and full. He had the mad urge to slap it and see if it was soft, firm or both, and to see how it would ripple under such an impact. Instead he reached for the bottle of honey milk body wash, knowing it was hers. Applying a generous helping, he hesitated before touching the loofah to her shoulder.

“Mmm,” she hummed pleasantly as he worked it across her skin, leaving a trail of soapsuds in his wake. “I thought for sure you’d go straight for my ass. How does it look? I’m quite proud of it.”

She should be proud of it. Everything about her body was peak; from the tone of her smooth, pale skin to the luster of her black hair, to the lithe muscle that rolled as she stretched. Huntresses were just a special breed, and he had four all to himself.

And he was theirs to do with as they saw fit.

“It’s very nice,” he said lamely. He was never very good at talking.

He lathered her shoulders thoroughly before moving down her arms, then down her back and sides. Blake shivered as he passed over her ribs and Jaune realized that she was ticklish, a piece of information that he though could be helpful in the future. Her back was an impressive map of muscle, light and compact, but strong. Tracing the subtle bumps of her spine, he finally reached the prominent curve of her ass.

“Make sure I’m nice and clean,” Blake gave her hips a wiggle and Jaune was entranced by the way her cheeks jiggled. He paid special attention to her bottom, scrubbing it firmly before running his hand up between her cheeks. Blake arched her back and moaned softly.

Jaune’s cock jumped at the sound.

He knelt to reach her thighs and calves, his face level with her ass. Less than an inch away, all he would have to do is lean forward a little and he could bury his face in heaven. When he was done, she suddenly turned without warning. Her fingers threaded through his wet hair, pulling his face against her mons.

“Now the front,” she ordered breathlessly.

Jaune couldn’t take his eyes off her tiny little slit, so cute and tight. As he lathered her feet and legs, his nose brushed through those sparse little hairs above her cunt and Blake’s fingers tightened in his hair until it almost hurt. Adding more body wash to the loofah, he made his way up her flat tummy and around her hips, up until the underside of her breasts. Standing up, he paid special attention to her chest, scrubbing underneath each tit and then each peak until her nipples crinkled so hard they looked ready to split. Blake stared at him the entire time with fire in her eyes, her tongue dashing out to swipe at her pink lips. When he was done and the water washed away all the suds, she snatched the loofah from his hands.

“My turn,” she purred. “Turn around.”

Her body glistened beautifully and it was a shame to face away but he obeyed her request. Blake took her time with his back, scrubbing up and down and across the plains of his shoulders before lathering his ass and the backs of his thighs. Jaune jumped when she pressed her chest to him, her rock hard nipples twin pressure points again his skin.

“You have a nice body,” she praised him, rubbing her tits side to side. “You really look after yourself, don’t you?”

“I try,” he said. He may not have had aura for very long but his training with his sisters had kept him fit and strong; as strong as any regular person could be.

“It is vital that a supporter stays fit and healthy,” she lectured playfully. “You must keep up with us on the battle field... and in other ways,” Blake rested her forehead against his spine before placing a chaste kiss on his back. “Now turn back around. I need to finish cleaning you.”

When he turned back to face her, his cock slapped against her thighs. Blake giggled.

“I think this guy is eager to be washed,” she teased. “But he’ll have to wait.”

She did her level best not to touch him where he ached for her, soaping his thighs and abs, his chest and arms. Jaune remained perfectly still as she worked, the cute expression of concentration she wore a massive turn on. Blake wasn’t the type of girl he would usually label as cute, that was more Ruby’s lane – but he couldn’t deny it. There was none of the sensual grace she had been displaying earlier. She seemed almost giddy.

“I think he has waited long enough,” she at last said. Instead of bringing the loofah down to wash his penis, she discarded it casually and grasped his shaft with her soapy hands. Jaune hummed as she finally touched him, her soft, silk hands feeling wonderful on his superheated flesh.

Blake gazed at his cock with a reverence that was all encompassing. “Mmm – wow, this is bigger and harder than I thought. Ooh, and the way it curves – mm, Jaune, this thing is dangerous. Do you know what the girls here at this school would do if they saw this? Yeah – you can’t show them, under any circumstances, understand?”

He nodded. “I won’t show them.”

“You’re our supporter,” she continued, tightening her hold around him until the veins on his shaft bulged. Then she started to stroke him up and down with both hands. “This is only for us, okay? You were assigned to us. No one else gets to have it. If any of them try anything, you come straight to me – to us. We’ll make sure you’re protected. You look after us and we’ll look after you.”

Because of the way she was holding him, it forced her arms together, squishing her plump tits together. Combined with the way she looked up at him with an imploring, pink cheeked face, Blake had never looked so devoted or erotic. Jaune groaned as she pumped his cock vigorously, her breasts shaking from the effort. Her golden eyes were hazy with lust.

“I have to make sure this guy is nice and clean,” she formed a tight ring with her index finger and thumb, encircling it just underneath the thick ridge of his glans. Then she twisted and pulled, stroking and squeezing the head. Shocks of pleasure raced up his spine. “Especially here. We can’t let anything build up.”

His cock throbbed and pulsed in her hands, sticky pre-cum oozing from the tip and mixing with the soap and water. As one of her hands pleasured the head, the other fell and cupped his balls, rolling them gently.

“These feel full,” she observed. “Mmm – you can’t empty these alone, alright? It’s our duty to make sure we relieve any pressure down here. I won’t let you down.”

Jaune felt his climax beginning to build, his balls tightening as his hips flexed into her pumping hand. His crown swelled further, an angry purple as she started rubbing the tip with her palm. It was almost too much, the sensitivity blinding. When her other hand rejoined its twin on his shaft, pumping it firmly, he groaned in warning.

“B-Blake,” he uttered with feeling, his heart pounding rapidly. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

Her hands only sped up at the announcement and with a hiss, his cock flexed and hardened. He felt the first rush of semen rocket up his shaft, exploding from the tip in a long, heavy gush that left him reeling. Blake shuddered at the visceral sensation of silky heat as it painted her belly, his cock jerking again and again at it fired several more shots against her skin. She panted excitedly as it just kept coming, each rope of cum thick and hot. When his ejaculation slowed to a trickle, oozing out over her hands, she finally releasing his heaving cock and inspected her stomach.

She was drenched in his seed.

“Oh,” she said, sounding dazed. “Um – that is a lot.”

Even having cum the night before beneath Ruby’s rocking hips, his load was not diminished in the slightest. Jaune watched as she stepped away from the shower spray and played with his discharge, the silky heat in danger of sliding right off. Most of it did, trailing down over her mons and thighs, some of it getting caught in her light dusting of pubic hair, while the rest fell to the floor to circle the drain.

“It feels – it feels so smooth,” she marveled. “And hot – mmm, wow, and this goes inside. Oh – it would feel so good inside me, mmhhmm.”

As his racing heart calmed, he realized that Blake had retreated into a world of her own. When he called her name, she simply continued to play with his semen on her belly, giving him zero response. His cock was still hard, bouncing between them but the edge had been taken off considerably.

What was he meant to do now?

Unsure, he started to finish washing off. Squirting shampoo in his hair, he rubbed it through his blonde locks before rinsing off. Blake was still out of it and so he pulled her under the spray, washing her hair and cat ears. She didn’t even react, even when the water washed away his cum. Her fingers toyed with her bellybutton, circling it with light touches.

“Blake?” he questioned after they were done, now more than a little worried. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm,” she turned to him, looking through him. “I’ll be in my bunk.”

“What?”

She stepped out of the shower and collected her towel, wrapping it around her body before leaving, not even bothering to dry. Jaune blinked, grabbing his own towel and poking his head out into the hallway. A clear trail of water was left in her wake, leading all the way to her bedroom door.

What was up with her?

There was no time to ponder it. He had breakfast to make, not to mention a hallway to clean. He didn’t want any of the other girls to slip in Blake’s mess. By the time he dried off and got dressed, mopped up the water Blake left in the hall and started on breakfast, it was time for the other girls to rise.

The first one to arrive was Weiss, though Blake wasn’t far behind her. Just looking at the cat girl was enough to remind him how good her hands had felt milking his length so he instead focused on whisking the pancake mixture in the bowl in front of him.

“Good morning,” Weiss greeted him before giving her faunus teammate a shrewd look. “You seem awfully composed this morning. Did something happen?”

Blake shot Weiss an arch look. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“I’ve never seen you in your uniform so early before,” Weiss continued, scouring the raven haired girl with her icy stare. “And you are positively glowing. Have you been reading those filthy books again? This early in the morning?”

Blake glared.

Ruby chose that moment to enter, grinning obliviously as she skipped into the kitchen to give him a peck on the cheek.

“Morning~!”

Weiss turned her frosty stare onto her partner.

“I see,” Weiss murmured darkly. “I am surrounded by greedy harlots.”

Ruby snorted. When the younger girl noticed Blake, she blinked.

“Did something happen?” she asked.

Weiss smiled smugly. “See?”

Blake scoffed at the pair of them. “I have no idea what you two are talking about.”

“Have you been masturbating?”

Jaune nearly dropped the pan he was carrying, catching it in a mad scramble before it hit the floor. Weiss tsked at Ruby’s choice of words though didn’t look overly annoyed.

“Ruby!” Blake snapped, scandalized. “Shut up!”

“You’ve already showered,” Ruby observed calmly. Jaune peered at Blake, wondering if the younger girl had hit the nail on the head. Was that why she had retreated to her room? To touch herself? “Did you make a mess?”

Blake looked like she wanted to die.

“I see,” Weiss nodded. “Yes, yes – she is in heat.”

“I am not in heat,” Blake slapped the table angrily as Weiss continued to say, ‘I see, I see’ under her breath. “There is no such thing as heat you stupid specist bitch!”

Jaune thought Weiss would get angry but she simply continued to nod, something that only riled Blake up even further.

“There isn’t?” Ruby asked in genuine shock. “What?”

“No there isn’t!” Blake said angrily. “Only disgusting, vile human pigs believe such a thing exists. Insecure human women looking to tarnish the imagine of faunus women because men are attracted to our animal features, so they attempt to dehumanize us and our healthy sex drive because they cannot compete. As if it is our fault that men so covet and desire us over them.”

“Yes, yes,” Weiss nodded serenely, ignoring her rant. “It all makes sense now.”

“Um,” Jaune spoke up before Blake could launch herself across the table and throttle the white haired girl. “Don’t fight?”

What else could he say?

Ruby nodded emphatically. “Right – as team leader, I order you two to behave! Weiss, this is Blake’s day. Clearly she is excited for it, that is why she is presentable and stuff. Blake, Weiss is just teasing and is jealous because she has to wait until next week for her turn.”

“I am not jealous,” Weiss sniffed.

“Okay, suuuure,” Ruby drawled. “So not jealous. Yup.”

Weiss scowled at her.

“You know what, Ruby? You’re right,” Blake settled down after taking a steadying breath. “She is looking a little green. It isn’t a good look, Weiss. Envy isn’t your color.”

Now the shoe was on the other foot. Weiss and Blake argued heatedly for the next few minutes but it no longer looked like they might come to blows. Crisis averted, Jaune heated a knob of butter in the pan before pouring in the first batch of batter. It wasn’t long before stacks of pancakes were seated in front of each girl and when Yang eventually found her way to the table, eyes still closed as she slumped over her plate, they dug in.

Ruby poured a truly sickening amount of maple syrup over her stack, eyes star struck at the amount of sugar she was about to consume. Weiss was much more conservative, slicing up a banana and adding only the bare minimum of syrup. Yang just snored into her plate.

“Can someone help Yang,” he asked. “Her face is touching the food.”

Blake pinched the blonde in the side and she jolted awake, almost tipping off her chair as she snapped up in alarm.

“Wazzhappenin?” she slurred, wiping at her chin. She gave her head a shake. “Wh-What is going on? I – oh, pancakes!”

“Eat up,” Jaune smiled and even with her addled mind, Yang noticed and smiled back.

Jaune cleaned up as everyone else got ready for class, packing their lunches and making sure they were all set to go. It was another beautiful day as they made their way out of the compound and into the school proper. He noticed a few of the other teams with supporters leaving their houses. Most of them were in their forth and final year, or in their second-to-last, yet a few of the guys he spotted were much older than them – or younger.

One boy in particular looked younger than Ruby, even though his team were third years.

Their first class was something called Wilderness Survival Training with Professor Peach, a middle-aged woman who still looked she could be attending Beacon alongside her students. Her mannerisms were that of an older, wiser woman but she looked twenty-one at most. It was a little jarring. Not to mention she was exceedingly pretty with her soft chestnut curls and inviting chocolate eyes.

“So you are the new student,” she smiled at him warmly, hands clasped. He couldn’t help but notice the way her generous bust stretched her peach colored woolen turtle neck, threatening to burst out and escape imprisonment.

“Hello,” he greeted, giving her a respectful bow. “I’m Jaune Arc.”

“Splendid,” she clapped. “It is wonderful to have another man around. I do hope you are finding your stay here satisfactory?”

“Much more than satisfactory, ma’am.”

“We’re lookin’ after him, prof,” Yang flexed one of her arms. “Don’t you worry about that!”

Professor Peach beamed. “Keep up the good work, then, ladies. We don’t want Mr Arc to have a poor impression of huntresses.”

The name of the class was rather self explanatory but he was still surprised that they weren’t learning in a classroom but rather out in nature. They all gathered in one of the many beautiful courtyards that could be found all around Beacon’s vast campus grounds before their teacher lead the way, taking them away from the Academy and into the wilderness they were learning to survive. A short walk later and they were in a small clearing still within sight of the school, but still very much within the Emerald Forest that dominated the southern cliffs and extended beyond where the eye could see.

Waiting for them in the clearing were a series of stumps that were to act as their seats, as well as textbooks. Picking up one of the books, Jaune read the title aloud.

“A Field Guide to Native Edible Plants,” opening the book, he noted that there were sections on Sanus, Anima, Solitas and even Menagerie, the faunus continent to the south east.

“You won’t always have access to fast food and takeaways,” Professor Peach lectured, taking a seat at the head of the class. “Missions will take you far from the cities. Nor will field rations last forever. They may survive countless decades but they cannot multiply, that is beyond their wicked power,” her sour expression told everyone what she thought of rations. “So it is essential that you learn how to forage from your surroundings. We have touched on the basics before but now we will be going more in depth, and putting into practice our knowledge.”

Jaune had gone camping often when he was younger. His parents had made an effort to show their children as much of the world as they could and along the way, they’d learned how to set up camp, identify safe water sources and how to start a fire without any dust or flint to help. While they’d always had plenty of food on such trips, his mother and father had taken the time to show them how to hunt and trap things like rabbits and squirrels, and also how to fish.

He’d never learned how to identify which berries were good to eat and which would lead to hours of shitting, though – or those that would just outright kill you if you ingested them. Nor had they taught them about which plants would cause a rash if you touched it, or had tiny, almost invisible spines that would latch on and sauce excruciating pain to remove. There was a limit to their knowledge.

“Now then – open to page 83. We’ll be going over plants that can be found in the area directly around Beacon and Vale, and then I will be sending you out to find some of the examples within.”

For the next hour, he learned more about plants than he thought possible. Professor Peach paid particular attention to berries for the Emerald Forest was known to be to several types, some of which were extremely toxic. He learned that if a berry had clustered skin then it was usually a good sign. Raspberries, salmonberries, thimbleberries, and mulberries fell into that category. Black, blue and purple skin was also a good indicator that it was alright to eat, but it wasn’t full proof and they shouldn’t be consumed without some type of edibility test to determine if they were safe. Deadly nightshade was a highly toxic plant with black, shiny berries and distinct bell-shaped flowers that ran counter to this rule. Another way to tell it apart was by its oval, pointed leaves that are pale green and strongly ribbed. It also went by another name.

“Belladonna,” Yang mused with a grin. “I didn’t know I was partnered with a toxic berry. I always knew there was something wrong with you.”

Blake rolled her eyes. “Ha ha, very funny.”

“It can cause a range of symptoms including blurred vision, a rash, headaches, slurred speech, hallucinations, convulsions and eventually death,” Weiss read before considering her teammate. “Yes – I can see that.”

“Guys,” Ruby moaned. “Don’t start again. I think it’s cute that you are related to a plant.”

“Thanks Ruby,” Blake deadpanned. “Thank you – so much.”

Jaune hid his smile behind his book.

Orange and red berries were more likely to be harmful than the dark skinned variety. Of course, things like strawberries were fine but they also had aggregate skin and were in fact not true berries at all, much like raspberries. Holy berries, on the other hand, could cause nausea, vomiting, and stomach cramps and were to be avoided.

Green, white or yellow were the worst and the book advised to steer clear of them entirely if possible.

When they were done reading up, Professor Peach let them loose into the wild to find and record what they found, and to even pick some for testing. Since they didn’t have their usual weapons with them, they were all handed firearms incase any Grimm decided to turn up as well as a holster to store them. Jaune handled his gun awkwardly, not used to it. None of his sisters used guns.

“I can teach you how to shoot,” Ruby offered happily.

“Thanks Ruby,” he said, relieved.

Yang picked a direction for them and off they went, venturing out into the great unknown – at least it was for Jaune. The rest of Team RWBY had been in the Emerald Forest before so it wasn’t as much a novel experience for them as it was for him.

It was always great to be out of a stuffy classroom though.

“Urgh, finally,” Yang groaned after a minute or so of walking. “Now that we are away from those all watching eyes, we can have some fun.”

Jaune gave her a questioning look. “All watching eyes?”

“Our classmates,” Weiss informed him seriously. “Didn’t you notice them all looking your way? It seems you are still rather popular. I don’t think it will die down anytime soon.”

Jaune blinked. He hadn’t noticed. Had he already gotten so used to having dozens of girls staring at him?

“It has only been two days,” Ruby said, twirling around to walk backwards. “Of course they are still staring. Jaune is super cool and handsome.”

“If they try anything, I’ll crush them,” Yang punched her palm. “But you better not go anywhere alone. You never know what those desperate bints will do.”

Yang then attempted to loop her arm around his but she found that someone else beat her to it. Blake materialized like shadow and claimed her spot.

“Back,” the faunus girl ordered. “Get back.”

“Hey,” Yang frowned. “What’s the big idea?”

“My day,” Blake said with a sniff. “My day, my spot.”

She laced their fingers together and tugged him along. Jaune followed without resistance, giving Yang a shrug as they moved on.

Ruby giggled at the affronted look on her sister’s face. “You heard her, Yang. Get back!”

“She is staking her claim as only a faunus in heat could,” Weiss mused aloud, nodding to herself. “As expected of our smut brain addled teammate.”

“I’m not in heat!” Blake screamed. “...and I’m not smut addled!”