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“Impossible!” Glynda interjects, startling the young girl, “Young lady, I assure you that the efficiency of Beacon is unparalleled. For every team we have, they exude ambition. From the hunters and huntresses to our delivery. Assuming that you were invited to this school, there is no feasible possibility where your invitation arrived to you a moment later than it was assigned to be sent to you, not to mention to someone else entirely. Now, state your business here or I’ll assume there is none.”

“I swear,” Josie responds, “It’s true. A distant friend of mine got it by mistake and brought it to my farm. You’ve gotta believe me.”

“I’ve heard enough. If there’s one thing I will not tolerate, it’s deceivers who have the audacity to tell bold face lies. Out of my si-”

“Glynda, please,” Ozpin interrupts from the darkness, “You’re frightening the poor thing.”

Glynda steps back, bringing her hands behind her back, glaring at Josie. Ozpin steps forward, giving her a genuine grin as he holds a cup of tea on a saucer.

“Honestly,” he continues, “Not every interaction needs such harsh tones. Tea?”

Ozpin presents the tea to Josie, who slowly shakes her head, denying the tea. Ozpin shrugs before placing it on the table as he continues with,

“Now, I understand your skepticism, but you need to remember; mistakes do happen. Perfection is quite the impossible task. To not expect anything less than the impossible is down right absurd. So let’s just calm down so we can settle this like adults, hm? Or rather, adults and...mature children. Juxtapositions aside, there is validity in your claim of being invited.”

“Hold on,” Glinda interrupts, “If that’s true, why wasn’t I notified?”

Ozpin shrugs and says,

“I forgot to mention it.”

Glinda frowns as Ozpin continues with,

“Your skills are indeed noted and could be a substantial asset to this school. What I can’t wrap my head around is how such skill failed to receive notification from us...hm...Hold on, you stated that you reside on a farm, correct?”

“Yes,” Josie answers bashfully,

“How long have you lived there?”

“Um...about five months.”

“And where exactly did you move from?”

“Uh...I...can’t say.”

“Very well, then. Well, from what I understand, it seems there was a bit of a mix up with your address. Glynda, while we do have nothing short of the best in our fields, do remember that there’s a human behind every position. In which they could potentially be fed the wrong information and maybe give the assigned object to someone who knows the intended target in hopes that they give it to them. That’s not too far fetched of an assumption, now is it?”

“I guess you have a point,” she grumbles,

“Indeed,” Ozpin says, “See what happens when we take a step back and assess the possibilities instead of demanding concrete assumptions?”

Glynda groans and Ozpin chuckles.

“Well,” he continues, “In any regard, the fact of the matter is you’re here and presented with the choice of attending Beacon Academy. Will you accept?”

Josie thinks about it. She’s heard about Beacon and knows that it’s her best bet of learning how to be a huntress. Not to mention the outstanding students and staff that will most definitely guide her. Baring these facts in mind, she nods her head.

“Then it’s settled,” Ozpin says, “Welcome to Beacon Academy, Ms. Josie Maxwell.”

“Th-thank you, sir,” Josie responds,

“However, there still is the matter of placing you in a team. And I don’t believe any teams have any positions open.”

“Then what exactly was the point in inviting her, Professor?” Glynda asks in a confused tone,

“I recognize potential when I see it,” Ozpin answers, “And this young lady right here is overflowing with potential. I believe Beacon is the perfect place for her to unveil the full aspect of her technique, style, tenacity, and grace. Believe me when I say amazing things are in store when that happens. You have a bright future ahead of you, young lady.”

Josie tears up, overwhelmed with joy that someone like Ozpin believes in her that much. Now her goal is to see to it that his vision comes to fruition.

“You know,” Glynda says, “This conversation sounds awfully familiar, wouldn’t you say?”

“Hm,” Ozpin retorts, “Now that you mention it, I do see your point. And who else to drag out her full potential than her?”

Josie gives them a confused look, completely unaware of who and what they’re talking about.

“Alright, good news, Josie,” Ozpin says, “I believe I’ve chosen the perfect team for you.”

Josie’s beside herself with excitement. From how highly the leader of this team was just talked about, they must be the top of their class. The toughest student they have to offer. The greatest, most persistent individual ever spotted.

Ozpin leads her to the dorms as Josie ponders who this person could be. She’s heard that a member of the Schnee family was attending the academy. Maybe it’s her. Maybe it’s a fresh new talent that drastically exceeded expectations. Or maybe it’s the one and only Pyrra Nikos. She heard that she was attending the school. But she never believed the rumor. But from how highly they’ve been speaking about this leader, she figures that it has to be true.

“Now,” Ozpin says, reaching a door, “Do be sure to not underestimate this group. Their methods are a bit...unorthodox, but their will and determination are unmatched.”

Josie’s confused, but nods her head.

“Good.”

He knocks on the door and waits.

“Just a minute,” someone says from the other side.

So both Ozpin and Josie wait patiently in silence. Ozpin chuckles as Josie stands next to him, feeling awkward. Are they cleaning? Studying? Training? Before she can think of any more possibilities, there’s a faint sound of something dropping. It sounded like a pencil.

“Ha!” a different voice exclaims, “59 seconds! Suck it!”

“Oh that’s a bunch of bull and you know it,” another voice says, “You lost count because you got distracted. Don’t think I didn’t notice!”

“Now, Yang,” the initial voice says, “There’s no need for false accusations. You either got it or you don’t.”

“Oh, really, ice queen? Is that why it took you the entire week to get to 10 seconds?”

“Ok, first off, that wouldn’t have been the case if you weren’t blowing on it every time I tried!”

“I didn’t hear you complaining then.”

“Oh, real mature. You know what I meant.”

“I haven’t the slightest clue of what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah? Well, let me tell yo-”

Ozpin knocks again, interrupting their argument.

“Oh, right,” Yang says, “Come in.”

Ozpin chuckles before opening the door. He steps inside as Josie follows behind, observing the room and its inhabitants.

“Ladies,” he greets, “As entertaining as your squabbles are, do try to remember that you’re not unheard.”

“Oh, come on,” Yang replies, “It’s not my fault Weiss is a screamer.”

“Excuse me?!” Weiss exclaims in a disgusted tone,

“See?”

“It is always a treat to witness your confrontations, girls,” Ozpin says, chuckling, “However, I have more pressing matters to discuss with you all.”

Ozpin then directs the four huntresses to the fifth addition to their team. All four of them look at Josie, drawn in by her face and body. Josie gives them a small wave, shying away, due to the stares.

“Girls,” Ozpin continues, “This is our newest huntress, Josie Maxwell. She’s a gifted young talent that received her invitation a bit later than usual, so she couldn’t attend the ceremony where teams were assigned. So I figured that you four lovely ladies, being as welcoming and hospitable as you are, would have no issue with adding one more person to your team.”

“None at all,” Yang says,

“Nope,” Ruby adds on,

“The more, the merrier,” Weiss follows,

“Of course not,” Blake finishes,

“Well, alright,” Ozpin says, “I knew you’d be open to the idea.”

“Oh, we sure are,” Yang says, “You know us, we just love welcoming in the new guys.”

“That is true. Well, I shall leave you to your...actions. Enjoy your day off.”

They say their goodbyes as Ozpin walks off, closing the door behind him as he leaves.

The four huntresses continue staring at their newest recruit as she looks back at them, feeling slightly uncomfortable. She clears her throat and sets down her bag, snapping them out of their trance.

“Uh...hi,” she starts, “Um, I’m Josie. Oh. Uh, wait. He said that already. So. Um. Oh, gosh.”

“Well, it would only be polite if we introduced ourselves as well,” Weiss says, stepping forward, bowing, “I’m Weiss.”

“Wait,” Josie says, “As in Weiss Schnee?”

“The one and only.”

“Oh, wow. I heard that a Schnee was here. I didn’t think that it’d be true.”

“Yes, well, I-”

“Well, enough about her,” Yang says, pushing her out of the way, “I’m Yang. And unlike the ice queen over there, formality isn’t really my style. I like to be more...direct.”

“It would appear manners aren’t your style either,” Weiss says,

“Shut up.”

“My point exactly.”

“Whatever.”

“Guys, please,” Blake says, “Could you kill each other later? At least give her a day before putting her through your nonsense.”

“She started it,” Yang and Weiss say in tandem,

“Well, end it.”

They both fold their arms and huff before sticking their tongues out at each other. Josie giggles at the absurdity she’s been exposed to thus far. Her nerves are starting to settle.

“Sorry about that,” Blake says, directing her attention to Josie, “I’m Blake. I’m kinda like the mediator between those two.”

“Oh,” Josie says, “So you’re the leader?”

“Actually, tha-that would be me,” Ruby cuts in, “I’m the leader. I’m Ruby. The leader. Of this group. Yeah...I-I’m the leader.”

Awkward silence ensues.

“Please try not to get confused with the name,” Ruby finally says,

“Um, ok,” Josie answers back, confused, “But Ruby isn’t that confusing.”

“Oh, no. See, the group names at Beacon are acronyms of the members and that acronym typically results in the name of a color. For example, if you take all four of our names, Ruby is R, Weiss is W, Blake is B, and Yang is Y. So our group name is RWBY. And it might get confusing because the team shares my name. And it doesn’t really help that I wear red. So times where you might call for me, people might think you’re calling for the group and vice versa. I just don’t want that to be misconstrued. I mean, it’s very easy for it to be. It’s like we’re begging for it to-”

“Ruby,” Yang interrupts,

“Yeah?” she answers,

“I think she’s got it.”

“Oh...ok. Just wanted to be sure.”

“Yeah, but that just presents a huge problem,” Weiss says, “What do we call ourselves now?”

“Oh...Right,” Ruby says, thinking of potential names.

Time passes and everyone’s minds are empty trying to come up with a new name for the team.

“Oh!” Yang says, “What about Jitterbug?”

“Jitterbug?” Weiss questions,

“Yeah. It’s perfect. Plus, that’s essentially all we can think of. And what makes it even better is Josie’s first. Win win win...win...uh...win.”

“But...um,” Josie says, “Isn’t it customary for the leader to take the first letter?”

“Damn, you’re right.”

“And that was such a cute name, too,” Ruby says, deflated,

“Yeah, but I’m sure we can come up with another one,” Weiss reassures.

Moments go by as the girls start brainstorming again for a suitable name. But it doesn’t take long before Yang says,

“Yeah, I got nothin’.”

“Typical,” Weiss says, folding her arms,

“I didn’t hear you say anything.”

“You also didn’t hear me give up so easily.”

“Well, the floor’s open, ice queen. I’d love to hear any of your suggestions.”

“Alright, as a matter of fact, I just thought of one, thank you very much.”

“Good. Let’s hear it.”

“Fine. It’s...uh...how abooout...Ru...by...licious?”

“Seriously? That’s the best you can come up with?”

“Well, it’s like you said earlier, Yang, floor’s open to better.”

“I actually kinda like it,” Josie says, “It’s just a simple add on. Kinda like me. Nothing crazy. Just another member added on.”

“I like that assessment,” Ruby says, “Rubylicious it is.”

“I still like Jitterbug better,” Yang says, pouting, “Wait, how would you feel about it as a nickname.”

Josie blushes and says,

“Well, I wouldn’t mind it. It’s really cute.”

“Then, it’s settled. Fitting reasoning for a fitting girl.”

Yang gives her a wink and Josie blushes in response. She’s enjoying this way more than she thought she would. She can tell that this is gonna shape up to be the perfect place for her to hone her skills. But something’s been nagging her ever since she stepped in the room.

“So, not to be rude or anything,” she starts, “But what were you guys doing earlier?”

“Oh,” Ruby says, bending down and picking up a pencil, “It’s a game we play sometimes. We see how long we can spin this pencil on our fingers. It’s a test of persistence, focus, patience, balance, and kicking these guys’ asses at it by holding the record for longest spin at a minute and nine seconds.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Yang intrudes, “You know damn well I’ve beaten that before.”

“Proof? Evidence? Eye witness? Or you could just prove how ‘easily’ you beat it by just beating it again. I mean, it shouldn’t be that hard, right?”

“You know what? Try it again if you’re so good.”

“Hm?”

“Yeah. Go ahead, leader. Show the newest recruit how easily you can beat your own record.”

“Well...um...I mean...What kind of leader would I be if I didn’t let the new recruit try it for herself? I mean, I’m sure she’d like to try it out before any of us do. Plus, I, as the leader, need to fulfil my duty as such and ensure she has the capability to do so and give her pointers if she doesn’t. And maybe teach you something, too.”

Yang starts to say something, but is interrupted by Josie as she says,

“Yeah, you know, she has a point. It’s only fair. I’ve never even done anything like this before. And I’d love to be somewhat of a competent competitor for you guys.”

“See?” Ruby says, smugly, “It’s only fair.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, you chicken,” Yang mocks,

“Anyway,” Ruby continues, handing the pencil to Josie, “Let’s see what you got.”

“Oh, uh...ok,” Josie says, taking the pencil.

She extends her index finger before placing the pencil laterally on her fingertip.

“Like this?” she asks,

“Perfect,” Ruby assures, “Now just give it a whirl.”

Josie takes a breath and spins the pencil, maintaining it as she focuses intently on the stick of wood on her finger. The girls look on in awe. Not only is she good at this, but she’s better than all of them. Nothing’s moving aside from the spinning of the pencil. Her hand is steady, the pencil hasn’t moved an inch, there’s no sense of foreboding in her eyes, it’s almost as if she’s a statue.

Unbeknownst to them, this is a part of Josie’s semblance: Hawk’s Eye. It calms her nerves, allows her to focus far better than the average person, and her accuracy and precision is otherworldly. Now, while she almost exclusively uses this ability for her weapon, it’s shown to be handy for other activities. Like this one.

“Holy cow,” Yang says, astonished, “You said this was your first time?”

“Uh, yeah,” Josie says, never taking her eyes off of the pencil, “This is the very first time I’ve done something like this.”

“You’re a prodigy,” Ruby says, “You’re about to beat the record.”

“Wait, I am?”

And with that, Josie loses her focus and the pencil falls off of her finger rolling under Ruby’s bed.

“Oh, shoot,” Josie says, “Sorry about that. I’ll get it.”

“Oh, it’s no issue...at...all.”

Josie bends down, reaching her arm under the bed to get the pencil, unknowingly presenting her teammates with the pink panties under her black skirt. All four girls look on, admiring the beauty of such a devoted huntress as she’s blissfully unaware of the show she’s just put on. She then goes deeper under the bed, saying,

“Oh, come on, it couldn’t have rolled that far.”

This gives the girls a better view and their imaginations run wild as they mentally undress her and envision the different positions they can have her in. Most notably blake. With her superior eyesight, she can catch a glimpse of the outline of Josie’s pussy. It’s taking all she can to contain herself, so she decides to misdirect it with a question.

“So, Josie,” she says, grabbing her attention, “How exactly were you able to get a hold of that so quick?”

“Oh, that’s just my semblance,” Josie answers as she struggles to reach for the pencil, “It kinda helps me focus a bit better...Dang it. And you know, it’s pretty essential for someone in their mid teens. Distractions are everywhere.”

“You said mid teens?” Blake asks in excitement,

“Y-yeah. 16 is pretty much the age where that ability...is...most...handy...Gotcha!”

This extends everyone’s imagination. Not only is she inexperienced, she’s younger than nearly everyone else. Josie emerges from the bed with the pencil in hand. Everyone else then attempts to look natural, hiding their enjoyment of the girl’s accidental exposure.

“So you’re the second youngest,” Yang says,

“Wait, there’s someone younger than me in here?” Josie responds, confused,

“Yup,” Ruby says, “And coincidentally, it just so happens to be me. I’m 15. Yeah, I see the irony. The youngest of the group is the leader.”

“Well, I think that’s pretty cool. I think it’s smart to show that age doesn’t always equal wisdom. Sometimes the youngest is the most qualified to lead others. And judging by what I’ve heard and seen, this is one of those times.”

Ruby blushes at her compliment and says,

“Well, thank you.”

“So, Josie,” Yang says, grabbing her attention, “Now that we know your semblance, do you have a weapon you could show us?”

“Oh, well, as a matter of fact, I do.”

She kneels down to her bag before unlatching it. She then opens it, revealing a black staff with blue vertical lines. Everyone looks on as she picks it up.

“I know, it’s nothing fancy,” she continues, “But it does get the job done. And it also does this.”

She holds the staff in front of her with one hand and palms the top of it with the other before slowly sliding her hand down the length. Once her hand meets the other at the center of the staff, she pinches a portion before pulling it towards her, forming the staff into a bow.

“Voila!” she says, presenting her weapon.

Her teammates just look on, astonished. Not only because of the transformation, but how she unintentionally showed them how good she is with her hands.

“Wow,” Weiss says under her breath,

“You guys like it that much?” she asks before retracting her draw, “I didn’t think it would be that cool. I mean...it’s only a bow. I bet you guys have better suited weapons. Leagues above this old thing.”

“Are you kidding?” Ruby chimes in, “Not only is the weapon combination just really cool, but your handling of it is amazing.”

Now Josie blushes at Ruby’s comments.

“You really think so?”

“Yeah. You’re a pro with it,” Blake adds on,

“Thank you. You guys are so nice.”

“Well, how about we go and take it for a test drive?” Yang suggests,

“What do you mean?” Josie asks,

“Training’s a big portion of being a huntress and I really wanna see what you can do with that thing. Let me see how good you are in action, Jitterbug.”

Josie gets a shiver down her spine. She didn’t think she’d like being called that as much as she does. Or maybe it’s less about the name, but rather the fact that Yang’s calling her by it.

“O-ok,” Josie says, blushing a deeper shade of red,

“Awesome, let’s go,” Yang says, heading towards the door.

They arrive at an empty field a few miles away from the school. It’s exactly the type of place Yang was looking for. Empty field, no passerbys, and no rules. Josie’s excited. Not only does she have a chance to test her skill, but she gets to do it against a high ranking student at Beacon Academy. But bearing that fact in mind, excitement slowly manifests into nervousness. What if she’s not good enough? What if she just can’t keep up? What if she’s just out of her league.

“Hey,” Yang says, placing a hand on Josie’s shoulder, “Calm down. It’s ok. It’s just some friendly sparring. Then we can go for ice cream later. That sound good?”

Josie calms herself before nodding her head. Yang then brings her hand to her head, gently stroking it and saying,

“Good. Now, give me what you got, Jitterbug.”

She then walks on the field, applying her gauntlets. Josie stares at her, blushing as her words replay in her head. Blake then presents her with her staff, snapping her out of her trance, saying,

“Here you go. You got this.”

Josie takes the staff before saying,

“Thanks.”

She then walks on the field, opposite of Yang. Both get in their battle stances as Weiss stands in the center, holding her hands behind her back, eyeing the two competitors. After they’ve assumed their positions, she brings a hand above her head. The two girls wait patiently as she holds her hand up.

After a moment of deafening silence, Weiss brings her hand down, signalling the start of the fight, before dashing out of the way. Yang wastes no time, rushing Josie with an attempted right hook. Josie dodges the punch, twirling her staff before attempting a strike on her opponent’s head. Yang blocks the attack and elbows her in the stomach, sending her back a few feet. She then goes for three more punches- the first two being blocked by the staff, but the third connecting with Josie’s jaw, sending her flying.

Josie plants her staff into the ground, stopping her momentum, before rubbing at her jaw.

‘Wow, she packs quite a punch,’ she thinks to herself, ‘Gonna need to be more mindful.’

Yang then boosts herself to Josie with her gauntlets, attempting a shoulder barge, but Josie draws back her bow and shoots at the ground, creating a flash of blinding light, temporarily blinding Yang.

Yang stops her momentum, rubbing at her eyes as all she sees is white. And after a few moments, she regains vision, but Josie is out of sight. Yang raises her guard, hearing for her, feeling for her presence, even smelling for her.

But as soon as Yang turns around, Josie emerges from the dirt beneath her and swings her staff, connecting it with Yang’s back, sending her forward a few inches. Josie then rushes her, landing a flurry of kicks before drawing her bow and shooting at Yang’s face. Yang blocks it with her hand, but the force is so great, it causes Yang to punch herself with her own gauntlet, making her stumble back.

Josie then trips her with her staff, lands a few elbow strikes to her back, and ends the combo with a drop kick. She then waits for Yang to stand up, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t even move. She’s just lying on the ground. Terrified, Josie gasps and runs over to her.

“Yang?” she calls out as she holds her in her arms, “Yang, are you ok?”

Yang can only mumble and stumble her words, dazed after the attack.

“Yang, please say something.”

“Something,” Yang answers back, looking at her.

Josie giggles at her dumb joke before Yang stands up.

“Hot damn, Jitterbug,” Yang says, “You really know your way around a staff. Kicked my ass.”

Josie chuckles nervously before saying,

“Well, thank you. You’re amazing, too. You’re so strong. And tough as all heck.”

“But you’ve got smarts. That dirt maneuver really caught me off guard. It’s nice to know you’re not afraid of getting a little dirty.”

“Well, it would seem we have our winner,” Weiss says as she walks up to them,

“Yup,” Yang agrees, “And you’ve really earned your ice cream treat.”

“What are you talking about? The ice cream shop is closed right now.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah. It’s 7:49.”

“Aw. Oh well. There’s always tomorrow.”

“Yeah, tell that to the-”

“To the billions of people who didn’t ask you?”

“You know what?...I’m in no mood for your shenanigans. I’m heading back.”

“So you admit defeat?”

“I’m not listening. La la-la la la la-la.”

Josie and Yang share a laugh before Yang says,

“Yeah, she’s got the right idea. We do need to head back. It’s a school night.”

“Ok,” Josie says, “Oh, and...good fight.”

Yang gives her a grin before patting her on the head.

“You, too, Jitterbug,” she says before walking off.

They head back to the academy, just barely making it before curfew.

“Alright, team,” Ruby says, “Showers then bed time.”

“I should probably go last,” Josie says, “I’m the dirtiest of all of us, so I’ll need to take more time.”

“Fair point. Well if it’s all the same for everyone, it’s only logical tha-”

“Dibs on first!” Yang intervenes,

“Dammit,” Ruby says, deflated.

Time goes by and the girls take their showers. Yang starts, Ruby follows after, then, Weiss takes her turn, and finally, Blake reluctantly takes hers. Both to keep her secret and because of her disdain for water being on her body.

Blake goes back to the room, but when she steps inside, she notices that Weiss and Josie are the only two that aren’t sleeping. Weiss is too busy studying and Josie’s patiently waiting for her turn. She then gets an idea.

“Ok, Josie,” she says, “You’re up.”

Josie nods before she grabs her towel and steps out of the room. Blake closes the door, but only for a moment. She looks over to the rest of her team to make sure no one’s paying attention. And it looks like she’s clear. Ruby and Yang are still sleeping and Weiss is too infatuated with her studies.

She then silently opens the door and closes it before stealthily but hastily making her way back to the showers. Once she’s there, she almost immediately finds her target. And just in time. Josie just took off her panties, the last piece of clothing on her body.

Blake then discovers an isolated shelf used for the towels and decides to climb on top of it to prevent herself from being seen and being able to see everything. She discards her towel, fully exposing her body as she fixes her gaze onto Josie’s. Blake takes in the sight of her perky c cup breasts, her toned body, her perfect little ass, and finally, her shaven, virgin, cute, little pussy. All of it is driving Blake up the wall. The more she looks at her, the more turned on she gets.

And this becomes even more apparent as her cock grows more and more by the second. Just looking at Josie and imagining the things she’d like to do to her is making Blake harder than a rock. She can just imagine being there with her in the shower, scrubbing her from her back and making her way to her little tits, grabbing and squeezing them. She can almost hear her little moans as she imagines toying with the young girl’s chest.

She then imagines sliding her hands down the girl’s body, caressing each and every inch of her, until she gets to her delicate pussy. Blake can’t take it anymore. She needs to relieve herself. She grabs onto her cock, gently sliding her hand along her shaft, lightly moaning and purring as she imagines Josie stroking it.

She then hears a faint moan. Thinking it was hers, she covers her mouth and looks around to see if anyone stepped in and heard her. But no one else is here. It’s just her and Josie. But before she can get back to her daydreaming, she hears the faint moan again. She turns her attention to Josie, who’s leaning on the wall and rubbing her fingers across her slit.

Blake looks on in intrigue. She can’t believe Josie has it in her to masturbate in a public place. Sure, she thinks no one’s here, but someone could walk in at any moment and catch her. And that thought turns Blake on even more. She strokes herself slightly faster.

‘What if she just looked up and found out that she’s been caught?’ Blake thinks to herself, ‘What if I come down there and catch her by surprise? What if I help her out and we both get caught?”

Blake strokes even faster and covers her mouth tighter to stifle her growing moans. Josie does the same, quickening her pace and covering her mouth. Blake hears her covered moans and basks in the sound, imagining the similar sound she would make if her mouth was wrapped around her cock. Blake quickens her pace even more, pretending that Josie’s on her knees in front of her, both pleasuring herself and deepthroating her cock.

That thought alone proves too much for Blake as she feels herself reaching her limit by the second. But not wanting to make a mess and have people questioning it, she decides to stop. She slows down her strokes before releasing her cock and grabbing her towel. She then stealthily jumps down from the shelf, still hearing Josie having fun with herself, before wrapping herself in her towel again and heading back to the room.

She silently opens the door to see that Weiss is still studying. But it looks like she’s hanging on by a thread. She’s struggling to keep her head up and even speak. So Blake decides to do what she always does when Weiss refuses to go to sleep. She silently creeps to the side of her bed and lightly purrs to soothe her. Weiss tries to fight harder, saying,

“Que-...question...fi...question five...where...who was...who-...whe-...”

It doesn’t take long for her to succumb to her slumber. Once she does, Blake creeps back to her bed, gets dressed in her pajamas, and grabs her book. After 15 minutes of reading, she hears the door opening and closing. She peeks over her book to reveal Josie in her towel. She scans the room, finding that almost everyone’s asleep.

“Must’ve been some shower,” Blake whispers.

Josie chuckles nervously before whispering,

“The...uh...the water felt nice.”

“Yeah, I guess it did.”

Josie finishes drying off before getting dressed in her pajamas and starts to lie down on the floor.

“What are you doing?” Blake says, stopping her in her tracks,

“Well, I don’t wanna overstep any boundaries,” Josie responds, “I’m fine with sleeping here until I get a bed. Trust me, it’s no trouble. I slept on dirt all the time back at home.”

“Well, first, believe me, one night of sleeping on this floor makes dirt feel like clouds.”

“Wait, how wou-”

“Secondly, I’d be more than happy to share my bed with you. We’re a team after all.”

“I couldn’t-”

“Don’t even. I insist.”

“Well...ok.”

Blake holds up her covers, giving Josie room to climb inside with her. Once she’s in, Blake lowers the covers, wrapping her arm around Josie’s body. The feeling of her arm on her body is kind of soothing to Josie. She likes it. She gently curls into Blake’s Embrace before heading off to sleep.

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Yang wakes up from her sleep, being conscious, but refusing to open her eyes just to squeeze the last bit of comfort she can before her day starts. She takes a deep sigh before turning to a different position and settling. Her new position is just perfect: perfect head elevation, perfect body support, perfect warmth from the imprint of her previous position, it just couldn’t possibly be better.

But moments after she sets, she’s met with the sun’s rays creeping in from the blinds, glaring into her eyelids. She grumbles before turning her head away. But once she does, everything’s thrown off. Her head doesn’t have nearly the amount of elevation from before and the shift threw off the body support. So she grunts, giving up and sitting up to start the day.

She stretches out her arms as she arches her back, cracking it as she fully wakes up. Feeling satisfied from the cracking of her spine, she decides to crack her neck for good measure. Once she’s done, she climbs down from her bunk. But as she does, she can’t help but notice that in front of her is Blake holding Josie in her arms as both slumber. The sight alone is enough to give Yang a moderate sense of annoyance. Not only did the quiet girl end up with her instead of someone who gave her a nickname, but there’s a chance she’s not even going to have her in a single class.

But Yang’s internal fury is interrupted with the sound of the alarm clock sounding off, startling her. Ruby immediately emerges from her blankets with a cheery smile on her face. She tries to gracefully vault out of her bunk, but her foot gets caught in the blanket, causing her to fall flat on her face. Yang snickers at her sister’s face plant before she stands up.

“Rise and shine, every- oh,” she announces, completely astounded that Yang is up so early, “Well...alright, then. Uh, everyone else, up and at ‘em! Let’s kick these classes in their bum bums!”

Blake rises from her slumber, yawning as her team leader graciously calls for her to do so. As she finishes her yawning, she stands up to get ready in her secret spot, both not wanting a headache from what’s about to come and to continue preserving her secret. Yang notices her leave as she closes the door.

‘So that’s why I never see her when we wake up,’ she thinks to herself.

She then directs her attention to Josie, who’s still sound asleep despite Ruby’s ruckus. So she decides to wake her up personally. She walks over to Josie’s unconscious body before bringing a hand to her arm. She then gently shakes her, whispering,

“Rise and shine, Jitterbug. Let’s tackle the day and get it over with.”

No response. Josie is still sound asleep.

‘She’s quite a heavy sleeper, huh?’ Yang thinks to herself, ‘Interesting.’

She continues shaking the sleeping girl, discreetly maneuvering her hand to her chest, grabbing and squeezing her small c-cup breast as she continues shaking her. As she does this, Josie lets out a faint, but barely noticeable gasp as Yang toys with her chest. Upon hearing this, Yang takes this as a sign to keep going. She grips firmly on her girl’s right breast, kneading and squeezing it, masking it as her shaking her awake just in case she does wake up.

Noticing that she’s still sleeping with no sign of her “attempts” to actually have any effect, she decides to get a bit daring. She takes her free hand and places it on Josie’s exposed stomach, gently rubbing it as she creeps her hand lower and lower. But right before she can even manage to get to her abdomen, Josie’s eyes start opening as she moves her arms to stretch. Panicking, Yang immediately removes her hand from her chest and continues shaking her stomach.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Yang says, “You don’t wanna miss your first day of class, do ya?”

Josie stirs awake, opening her eyes, noticing that the culprit for her moving is Yang as her vision becomes clearer. Yang then stops her shaking as Josie leans up on the bed.

“Morning,” she says, stretching,

“Morning,” Yang replies, “You’re just in time for the show.”

“What show?”

Yang directs Josie’s attention to the other side of the room. Weiss groans before bringing a pillow to her head to block out Ruby’s voice. Ruby giggles before walking over to her bed and grabbing her pillow, saying,

“Come on, Weiss, class doesn’t care whether you have a pillow on your head or not. It’s not gonna save you.”

Weiss wines in response, fighting to maintain her grip on her savior.

“It can at least try,” she responds,

“Not while I’m here it can’t.”

“Wanna bet?”

“No, I want you to get your butt out of this bed right now.”

“You can’t make me.”

“The hell I can’t.”

Ruby tugs harder on the pillow, prompting Weiss to follow suit, pulling as hard as she possibly can, falling into Ruby’s trap. After a few moments pass of both girls tugging harder and harder on the poor pillow, Ruby decides to put her plan into action. She immediately releases her grip on the pillow, causing Weiss to fall out of the bed and onto the floor. Yang and Josie share a laugh as Weiss groans in defeat before saying,

“Fine, you win.”

“That’s what I thought,” Ruby says, basking in her victory, “Now, shower, shirt, shoes, and let’s shove off.”

“How many times do I have to tell you how dumb that sentence is?”

“How many times do I have to ignore you for you to realize that I don’t care?”

“Why don’t you? It’s such a flawed demand. First, you don’t even mention teeth brushing, second, you completely skip over pants, third, yo-”

She stops in her tracks as Ruby opens the door to leave. Weiss then follows after her, saying,

“Hey! Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you!”

“See?” Yang says, “Free show every morning. Are you not entertained?”

“Ok, that was pretty entertaining,” Josie responds.

Yang gives her a smile and Josie reciprocates onc of her own. Yang then gestures to the door before saying,

“Well, then, shall we?”

Josie giggles before accepting her offer and standing up from the bed to start the day. It starts off pretty simply for Josie. Classes are informative as she anticipated and everything she’s being taught is everything she’s learned already from her family. But figuring that it’s because the school year just started and the educators need to ensure everyone’s on the same page, Josie endures it.

Soon enough, lunch hour comes and everyone meets at the cafeteria. When Josie arrives, she observes the room full of students, seeing if she can pinpoint where her team is. Knowing them, it shouldn’t be too hard. It would be easier if she had at least one of them with her in her class. But no such luck. So she starts maneuvering through the room, trying to spot her team. As she’s doing so, she accidentally bumps into someone.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she says immediately,

“Oh, no worries...at...all,” the girl she bumped into retorts, taken aback by how stunning Josie is. She can’t even find any more words to say to her. She’s too infatuated with Josie’s gorgeous face and voluptuous figure. All the while, Josie stumbles over her words trying to apologize, saying,

“Gosh, I’m so-...I didn’t me-...I was just-...oh, jeez. I-...uh.”

The girl interrupts her struggles with a hand on her shoulder and a chuckle.

“It’s ok,” she says, “It was just an accident. You’re good.”

She cements her forgiveness with a warm smile, to which Josie reciprocates.

“Ok,” she says, “But I was just looking for my team.”

“Oh, ok,” the girl says, “What’s your name?”

“Oh, uh, Josie.”

“Well, I meant your team name, but alright.”

Josie blushes in embarrassment before tilting her head in shame. She just wants to die at this point. The girl, feeling bad for her, brings a finger to her chin before saying in a calming tone,

“Don’t feel bad. I understand that you’re just nervous. It’s part of humanity. Just reminds us that we’re all the same. So to help you feel better, since you introduced yourself, Josie, allow me to do the same. I’m Pyrrha.”

Admittedly, this does make Josie feel better. Her voice, her caring attitude, her smile, it’s all melting away her nervousness bit by bit. And Pyrrha sees this.

“So now that introductions are out of the way,” Pyrrha says, grabbing Josie by her hand, “Which team are you part of?”

“Um, team RWBY,” Josie responds,

“Ah. So you’ve been pinned with those knuckle heads, huh? I kinda envy you. Never a dull moment when they’re around. Luckily for you, I know their spot. Cause their spot is my spot. Let’s go.”

She leads Josie to her table in quick fashion. When they get there, Josie is greeted with Yang flicking a piece of paper between a guy’s hands.

“Ha!” she exclaims, “Pay up, sucka!”

“Oh, beginner’s luck,” the guy responds, “Double or nothin’.”

“Ok, fine by me, Jaune. Go broke if you wanna.”

“Guess that’s one way of going for broke,” a girl intervenes, earning a groan from the table.

Yang then angles the paper to the girl and flicks it at her, to which she ducks before bringing her arms up. The paper flies in between them and she says,

“Oh, nice try, Yang.”

“Yeah, you’re right, Nora,” Yang replies in a fake deflated tone, “It was a nice try. So nice in fact that it was perfect. It still went through! Hahaha! Give me my money!”

“What?!” Nora exclaims, “No fair! That’s not how it works!”

“Now, hang on,” Ruby cuts in, “The rule of paper football clearly states that the paper must fly in between the hands for it to count.”

“Yeah, the hands. Not the arms.”

“But,” Yang adds, “That paper flew pretty high. I think it was indeed at hand level.”

“You know what?” Nora says, “Spectators’ verdict. All those in favor of the point?”

Ruby and Jaune raise their hands.

“All opposed?”

Weiss and Pyrrha raise their hands. Yang then looks at Blake, who’s reading her book, before clearing her throat at her. Blake responds with a page turn.

“Blake,” Ruby whines, “You promised you’d be at least somewhat inclusive today.”

Blake sighs, never taking her eyes off of her book, before saying,

“Fine. Opposed. Happy?”

The table is split between yes’s and no’s.

“Well, that settles that,” Nora says, “Guess we gotta kick for it.”

“Now, hang on,” Yang says before moving beside Josie, “Jitterbug is part of this, too. So her vote still counts.”

“Jitterbug?” half of the table asks,

“I’ll explain later,” Yang responds, “Now, you’re the tie breaker, Jitterbug. Does the point not count or does she owe me ten bucks?”

“You said five,” Nora intervenes,

“Jitterbug is deciding.”

Josie’s overwhelmed. She hates being in these positions. She knows that no matter what she chooses, one party’s going to be upset. And it could potentially ruin friendships. But as she’s mentally freaking out, Pyrrha places a hand on her shoulder, giving her a look of credence. This gives Josie the confidence she needs. She takes a breath before saying,

“Well, if I understand correctly, the overall basis of the stipulation is that the paper should make a perpendicular passing in between one’s hands. If that is true, then all other counts are irrelevant, considering that, while, yes, your arms are indeed not your hands, neither is the air above your hands. And I presume it’s safe to say that in the event that the paper flies over the hands, but the trajectory still maintains within bounds of the rule of ‘In between the hands’, the point would still count. So with that being said, I do believe that Yang deserves the point.”

Silence. Everyone is speechless. Josie’s nerves start creeping again, fearing that she’s just been branded as a freaky nerd. But her nerves disperse when Nora says,

“Alright, since you have a lawyer, I feel I’m entitled to one as well.”

“Doesn’t work that way,” Yang says, “Jitterbug’s the only lawyer here. And she’s just verbally bent you over and filled you to the brim with her knowledge. Now, you either look her in the eye and beg her for more or say ‘Thank you’.”

Josie blushes at her phrasing, holding back a laugh as everyone else shares one. All except for Blake, who’s too infatuated with her book to pay any attention to what she just said, and Weiss, who’s shaking her head with her palm on her forehead.

“Must you be so vulgar?” she asks,

“Yup,” Yang replies, “Now, I’m sick of your mouth being open for this long. So shut it or suck it.”

Weiss rolls her eyes at her comment as everyone shares another laugh. This time, Josie joins in with them. She loves her team. She loves this school. She couldn’t even fathom the thought of turning down Ozpin’s offer to come here.

Soon enough, the lunch bell rings. Everyone goes from their fun and merriment back to dull and boringness. After school hours are done, everyone meets back in their dorms, enjoying their free time. All except for team RWBYJ.

“Hey, Josie,” Ruby says, “I’m thinking that since we have the time, maybe you’d be interested in helping me with maintenance on my weapon. Maybe I can even teach you some things about it.”

“Oh, uh, thanks for the consideration,” Josie answers, “But I think I’m gonna wait until I’m more familiar with the maintenance tools. They’re nothing like what I’m used to.”

“Oh, alright. I completely understand. I can’t count the amount of times Yang saved my butt because I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“About twenty,” Yang answers,

“You really have all the answers, huh?”

“Only to the questions that matter.”

“Whatever. Later, guys.”

Everyone says their goodbyes to Ruby as she sets out on maintenance.

“So,” Yang says, “If fixing your tool’s not what you’re looking for, then how about we put it to action again? I’m thinking we hit the gym, maybe go for round 2?”

“I’d love to,” Josie responds, “But I’ve got one heck of a charlie horse from the grimm I fought earlier in class that I’m still paying for. I don’t think I’ll be that much of a challenge for you right now.”

“No worries. Wouldn’t want you to sprain yourself. Take it easy in the meantime, Jitterbug.”

Yang gives her a wink before walking off.

“Oh, I see,” Weiss says, “You’re not interested in petty roughhousing. You’d much rather study and prepare for the test we have in a few days. Luckily, I know the perfect spot in the library where we can study to our hearts’ content with no one to disturb us.”

“As nice as that sounds,” Josie says, “I’m already pretty well informed with the curriculum as it stands. Right now, everything’s as simple as basic math. But I’m more than willing to use that spot later in the year when things start getting more complex. Just point me in the direction and I’ll be front and center to study with you.”

“You got it. You can’t miss it. It’s the centermost part of the back left corner. No one even breathes in that direction. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Weiss gives her a smile before heading off. Josie then turns her attention to Blake, who immediately shifts her attention back to her book, pretending that she hasn’t been staring at Josie the entire time.

“You don’t wanna go anywhere?” Josie asks,

“I’m not really one who indulges well with crowds,” Blake responds, never taking her eyes off of her book, as she turns the page, “Plus, a good story under a blanket’s better than anything in this jurisdiction in my opinion. So what about you? You don’t have anywhere you wanna visit?”

“Well, I don’t really know this area well. It could be very easy for me to get lost.”

“I get that.”

Silence ensues. Josie doesn’t know what to do. Should she reconsider exploring? Should she stay? And if she does, would Blake mind if she did? She offered her a part of her bed last night, so maybe she would. Blake, noticing Josie’s hesitation, reaches to her nightstand and grabs a book from it. She then tosses it to Josie, saying,

“Here ya go.”

Josie catches it and reads the title: “Stimulation of the Stressed”.

“Don’t worry,” Blake continues, “That’s not me throwing a jab. It’s just the first thing I grabbed. It’s a good read, though.”

“Thanks,” Josie says,

“No problem. And if you’re wondering where you can settle down to read it, I’m sure Weiss wouldn’t mind if you used her bed.”

Josie gives her a nod before heading over to Weiss’s bed and reading her book. Blake gets back to her own, settling into her blanket as the story she’s reading is starting to get a bit steamy. As she continues reading, she starts envisioning herself as the main character and Josie as the love interest. What she would give to have this actually happen right now.

Blake’s vision

“They’ve been working you like a dog all week,” Josie says, rubbing Blake’s head, “Don’t they know that you’re human, too? Maybe you should say something.”

“It’s no good when the people in charge have the constant need to swing their dicks around,” Blake answers, “I’ve already been demoted because of slight hesitation when they told me to apologize for showing up a second late. They’d most definitely fire me if I even spoke one word about my hours.”

“That’s terrible.”

“Yeah, and the search for a new job isn’t really going so hot either. No one’s hiring in the area. And those that are hiring aren’t paying anywhere near living wage.”

“Why do they do this to you? I hate seeing you so drained when you come home. I just wish there was something I could do to help you in any way.”

Blake sits Josie in her lap before saying,

“You already do so much for me when I’m here. If you did any more, you’d be too exhausted to move.”

“But I want to do more,” Josie responds, positioning herself to straddle Blake, “I just wanna take all the stress away.”

Josie slowly starts moving her hips back and forth, slightly grinding her covered center on Blake’s covered member.

“To make all your problems disappear.”

Josie guides Blake’s body down onto the bed.

“I want to make you happy.”

Blake gives her a smile and Josie returns one of her own. She then leans down to her, closing her eyes before planting her lips to Blake’s, kissing her. Blake closes her eyes and reciprocates the kiss, wrapping her arms around Josie’s body, pushing her deeper into the kiss. Josie brings her hands to Blake’s face, caressing it as the kiss progressively gets more and more passionate.

Blake then slowly snakes her hands all over Josie’s body, feeling every inch of her body before hooking her fingers under her shirt. She gives it a tug, indicating to Josie that she’s about to take it off. Taking the hint, Josie breaks the kiss, allowing Blake to bring the shirt over her head, exposing her torso, before tossing it to the side. Josie then returns the favor, bringing her hands to Blake’s shirt and sliding it off of her body.

Josie then latches onto Blake’s neck, kissing and sucking on it as her hands roam her lover’s body. Blake lets out a light gasp from her attention to her neck. That sound is like music to Josie’s ears. And she wants more. Josie brings her hands to Blake’s stomach, slowly maneuvering them to her chest, paling her breasts in each hand. She then starts squeezing and kneading her breasts, earning more gasps from Blake.

After a few more moments of grabbing her chest, Josie decides to advance lower on her lover’s body. She plants kisses from her neck to her chest, replacing her left hand and taking one of her breasts in her mouth, sucking on her nipple, while continuing her kneading with her other hand. Blake lets out a soft moan, encouraging Josie to keep going. Josie basks in the sound of Blake’s moans as she continues sucking on her breast. She then snakes her free hand down Blake’s body, reaching the hem of her pants. She slides her hand under it, grabbing onto her member. She feels it twitch as soon as she touches it, indicating that Blake wants her to do more. Josie starts guiding her hand along Blake’s shaft as she continues giving her chest her attention. Blake’s moans start getting louder from Josie’s actions as she toys with her body. But this isn’t enough for Josie. And she can tell that it isn’t enough for Blake either. So she decides to advance further.

Josie trails kisses from Blake’s chest to her stomach, and finally to her abdomen, stopping right at the hem of her pants. She looks Blake in her eyes, giving her a sultry grin before grabbing her pants and sliding them off of Blake’s legs along with her panties, revealing her hard cock. Josie giggles before taking it into her hand and saying,

“I’ve missed this cock so much. And from the looks of it, the feeling’s mutual.”

She then starts stroking Blake’s cock, bringing her mouth closer to it, gently breathing on it. This sends a jolt throughout Blake’s body. Josie’s teasing is turning her on more by the second. She doesn’t know how much more she can take. Luckily, she doesn’t have to take much more. Josie wraps her lips around the head of her cock, gently circling her tongue around it as she slowly starts descending. She takes as much as she can before rising again, never breaking eye contact with Blake. Blake lets out a small moan as Josie starts bobbing her head up and down her shaft, savouring the precum leaking from her. She then brings a hand to the back of her head, guiding her along her member.

Josie then starts moaning as she sucks Blake’s dick, elevating the pleasure even more. Blake tilts her head back and closes her eyes as her moans get louder and louder. She then grips onto Josie’s hair, moving her head up and down her cock slightly faster. Josie giggles before moving her head even faster than Blake was guiding. Blake then matches her hand with Josie’s rhythm, enjoying the sensations that Josie is making her feel. Soon enough, it starts getting too much an Blake brings her other hand to Josie’s head, making her bob even faster and suck even harder.

Blake instinctively starts thrusting her hips, shoving her cock deeper inside of Josie’s throat. And Josie’s taking every inch, loving every second of it. She then hooks her arms under Blake’s legs, taking all of it in her mouth, as she maintains her pace. Blake is beside herself with pleasure. She’s missed this so much. She’d give anything to make this a daily thing.

But the best part is approaching. Blake feels herself reaching her climax. With each descent from Josie, her limit is coming that much closer. Josie, sensing this, Slows down her movements and holds her position at the base of Blake’s cock for a few seconds before taking it out of her mouth. Before Blake can question her, Josie says,

“Well, I can’t just let you have all the fun. And as much as I love the taste and warmth of your delicious cum, I love the feeling inside of me that much more.”

She then removes her shorts and panties before tossing them aside and straddling Blake’s hips, bringing her pussy with direct contact with Blake’s member. She leans down and embraces Blake in a deep kiss, allowing her to taste herself from Josie’s mouth. As she does this, she’s also grinding her pussy against Blake’s shaft, moaning into the kiss. She then raises her hips before gently lowering herself on top of Blake’s dick, both moaning even more as she inserts it inside of her inch by inch. Blake loves how her pussy is still so tight. It’s the greatest thing she’s ever felt in her life.

Josie then breaks the kiss and starts sliding up and down her shaft, staring into her eyes as she moans. Blake grabs her hips and moves them back and forth, grinding her pussy on her cock, elevating the pleasure tenfold. Josie then leans into Blakes ear, whispering,

“That must be some book.”

This immediately confuses Blake.

“W-what?” she says.

End of Blake’s vision

“I said, ‘That must be some book’”, Josie repeats, looking at Blake.

Blake immediately realizes what’s going on. She’s lying in her bed, under her covers, holding her book in one hand, and stroking her cock with the other. Her face immediately turns into the deepest shade of red, embarrassed that she let herself get carried away like this. She’s so used to the quiet when she’s alone that she must’ve forgot that Josie was right there.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry, did I ruin your mood?” Josie apologizes, “I-I swear, I didn’t mean to. I just...heard and saw how much you were...enjoying your book. I jus-...I tho-...Sorry.”

“I-It’s alright,” Blake responds, “I probably should’ve been more courteous of the fact that you were still here. If anything, I’m sorry.”

“N-no, it’s fine...If anything...I...liked the noises you were making...you sounded...amazing.”

Now it’s Josie’s turn to blush. Blake is flabbergasted. She didn’t expect that to be the response.

“Oh...uh...thanks,” she replies.

Before anything else can transpire, the door opens and Ruby and Weiss come in, carrying an unconscious Yang. Weiss is in front, carrying her top portion, and Ruby’s in the back, carrying her bottom.

“Alright,” Weiss says in a strained tone, “Over to the right.”

Weiss steps forward, but Ruby steps to the right, bumping her legs on the doorframe.

“Forward and right, idiot!” Weiss snaps,

“Well, maybe specify next time!” Ruby snaps back,

“I-...You know what? Nevermind. Just bring her to her bed.”

They carry Yang over to her bunk.

“Oh my gosh, is she ok?” Josie asks, concerned,

“Yeah, she’s fine,” Ruby answers before handing Yang to Weiss and climbing to Yang’s bed, “It’s just a normal thing: she works out, Nora steps in, they compete to see who can do the most of everything, they lose count, and it’s rematch after rematch until they pass out. It’s basically their routine.”

Weiss then raises Yang’s unconscious body to Ruby, saying,

“The funny thing is that they don’t even care about the activities themselves. The real competition is who passes out first. And Nora won this one. So you can expect Yang to be in a cast tomorrow.”

Ruby then lays Yang down on her bed before covering her up and dropping back down.

“And this is every school day?” Josie asks, confused,

“Yup,” Blake adds on, “They’re just a couple of stubborn fools. But you can’t deny the results.”

Josie still can’t help but to feel concern. She’s worried that Yang will kill herself like this. This isn’t the way to improve. No matter what the results look like.

Hours pass and bedtime rolls around. Everyone prepares to go to bed. Showers are being taken, lights are being turned off, and conscious minds are becoming unconscious. Josie steps in her room and much like last time, almost everyone’s sleeping. Ruby’s the only one who’s up.

“Oh, hey,” Ruby greets, “Uh, sorry. Still don’t have a bed for ya. I’ll see if someone can arrange something for you if you want.”

“No, it’s fine,” Josie says, “I don’t mind. So she’s still out, huh?”

“Yeah, they work each other pretty hard. She’ll be up bright and early. Good as new.”

“I’m still worried.”

“Well, you know, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you slept with her for the night. If anything, I’m sure you’ll make her feel that much better.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Josie climbs up to Yang’s bunk before getting under the blanket with her and snuggling up to her.

“Night, Ruby,” Josie says,

“Night,” Ruby responds, turning off her lamp.

A few hours pass and everyone in the room is sleeping. Ruby’s clutching onto her Crescent Rose, dreaming about training with her Uncle Qrow, Weiss is tossing and turning about a nightmare about failing, Blake’s dreaming about fish, and Josie’s dreaming about Yang. She’s so worried about her health that she can’t help but dream about it.

Yang gives the grieving girl a smirk before bringing a hand to her face, saying,

“Quit worrying, Jitterbug. I’m fine.”

“But this isn’t healthy,” Josie retorts, “I don’t want you to get hurt. Or killed.”

“It’s just exercise with extra steps. Trust me, we’re completely in control of our bodies. We even have moments where we know we’ve gone too far. When that happens, we stop.”

“How do I know you’re not just saying that?”

“Just ask me when you wake up.”

“I don’t think that’s how it wo-”

Yang interrupts her with a finger to her lips, circling her and saying,

“Shh. You’re thinking too hard about it. Just relax yourself, Jitterbug.”

She then stands behind her, embracing her from behind and whispering in her ear,

“Just relax, ok?”

Before Josie can even say anything else, she feels Yang’s hands wandering her body. One hand grazes her chest, while the other travels down to her center.

“Y-Yang,” Josie gasps, “Wh-what are y-”

“Exactly what you want, Jitterbug,” Yang interrupts, “I’m giving you exactly what you want. No. Exactly what you need. So just relax, while I take away your stresses.”

“B-bu-”

“Shh.”

Yang returns her finger to her lip, while slowly bringing the other hand to the hem of her pajama pants, gently snaking it inside. She then starts gently rubbing Josie’s pussy, earning light moans from the girl.

“See?” Yang says in a sultry tone, “This feels good, huh?”

“Y-yeah,” Josie answers,

“You want me to keep going?”

Josie hesitates. Yang giggles before bringing her lips to Josie’s neck, giving it light kisses as she moves her hand from her lips to her chest as she continues rubbing her pussy.

“You want me to show you that I’m still alright?” Yang continues, “Cause I got no problem with that, Jitterbug. Just let me take care of everything, ok?”

Josie’s moans start getting a bit louder as Yang continues toying with her. Yang then brings her lips to Josie’s, planting her with a deep kiss. She then breaks away before saying,

“You don’t want our teammates to wake up, right?”

Josie slowly shakes her head.

“So just keep that voice under control, ok?”

Josie tries to cosign, but Yang inserts two of her fingers inside of her before she’s able to. Josie then bites her lower lip to stifle a moan.

“That’s a good girl,” Yang whispers.

She then slides her fingers in and out of Josie’s pussy as she brings her other hand under her shirt, grabbing onto her bare breast. Josie arches her back as she fights her moans. Yang giggles at her struggles before stopping her movements. She then slides her fingers out of Josie’s pussy before bringing them to her mouth, licking them clean from Josie’s juices.

“Well, I do believe now’s a good time to wrap things up,” she says, “We wouldn’t want you making a mess, would we?”

Josie blushes at her words and Yang chuckles before bringing her other hand to her hair, gently stroking it.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and be patient for me, right?” she says.

Josie slowly nods her head in agreement. Yang then pokes her nose and says,

“That’s my Jitterbug.”

Not long afterwards, Josie’s dream transitions into something else. Yang, on the other hand, is still enjoying her fantasy of being with Josie.

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Josie stares down the crate holding the remorseless grimm in front of her. She grips her staff tight, narrows her eyes, and takes a moment to construct a game plan. First, she’ll waste no time. She’ll open with a flurry of attacks from her staff. The boarbatusk’s body may be tough, but it’s not impervious to attacks. Especially with the right strikes on the right spots at the right times, it’ll be at Josie’s mercy. After provoking it, it’ll be tempted to use its spin dash attack. She’ll use this moment as the perfect opportunity to take out its sight. It needs to see in order to steer. She’ll maneuver out of its way and use her Hawk’s Eye to completely take out its eye with an arrow. Once its eye is shot, it’ll immediately give her an opening to its weakest spot, securing the kill. Game. Set. Match.

“Now, shall we begin,” Professor Port asks.

Josie takes a breath before nodding her head. Professor Port then opens the crate, freeing the boarbatusk. It shrieks before dashing towards Josie, who propels her staff as she dodges its attack, landing a number of hits across its body. She then draws back an arrow, shooting one after another. The boarbatusk endures the assault, getting more and more agitated. It charges Josie again. She jumps onto its snout, shooting arrow after arrow at its face and back, angering it further. She then leaps in the air, propelling her staff to gain momentum before zoning in to land her attack.

But as she does, something catches her eye. Yang is leaning on the wall with her arms crossed, smirking at her. Josie turns to see her, but when she does, she’s gone. This distraction gives the boarbatusk the opening it needs. It jumps up, ramming into her, knocking her against the wall. She collects herself, shaking her head to get herself back in the fight. She grabs her staff and dashes towards the grimm.

She mounts on its back, bringing her staff under its head, forcing it to stand on its hind legs. She then maneuvers to its front and before it can bring its body back down, she shoots an arrow directly to its weak spot, killing it. She takes a moment to catch her breath on top of its corpse. That is until it disperses, causing her to fall onto the floor, leaving her lying there, still confused about her own mental state.

“Hmm, interesting tactic, but I’m never one to argue with results,” Professor Port says, “Well, that’s all the time we have, unfortunately. Be sure to cover the assigned readings. And remember: stay vigilant. Class dismissed.”

Pyrrha walks over to Josie, extending her hand with a genuine smile as she offers to help her to her feet. Josie returns a grin of her own before accepting her offer. She grabs her hand as Pyrrha pulls her up. They take a moment to stare into the windows of each other’s souls, secretly admiring each other’s beauty. Pyrrha then brings a hand to Josie’s face, brushing some of her hair out of it. Josie blushes at the action, causing Pyrrha to chuckle. But not long after that, they’re interrupted with a boy saying,

“Hey, new girl.”

Both girls turn towards the boy, who’s standing before them with a couple of other boys. He continues with,

“I don’t know who taught you how to fight, but with moves like that, it’s a wonder how you got into Beacon. Either they’re just letting anyone in here now, or you’ve got serious skills in other departments.”

He laughs along with his enturaj, high fiving them as they give him kudos on his joke. Josie turns her head away from him, trying not to crumble. Pyrrha then responds with,

“Ok, Cardin, you’re hilarious. Now leave her alone.”

“What? I’m just intrigued at how such a ‘talented’ person could be so...pathetic.”

“Yeah, call the girl who just killed a grimm pathetic. Flawless logic right there. Especially since, if memory serves, is something you’ve still yet to do, yourself. That’s some keen observation, sir.”

Cardin snickers before saying,

“Yeah, like I’m gonna waste my time playing with the puny grimm they fish out. Seriously, you think killing one of those pipsqueaks is something to be proud of? This just proves that not everyone is cut out to be a hunter.”

He then laughs along with his friends as they walk past them, bumping into Josie as he does so. Pyrrha gives him a glare and he turns around, giving a smug shrug before turning back around. She then returns her attention back to Joise, who’s struggling to keep herself together, sniffling as a few tears roll down her face. Pyrrha then brings her in for a hug, comforting her.

“Don’t mind him,” she says, “He just gets his panties in a bunch when someone with an ounce of skill is in his presence.”

Josie lets out a chuckle.

“I mean, seriously,” Pyrrha continues, “You should’ve seen him when Jaune took out a beowolf after I trained him. He was blubbering like a newborn, finding any and every excuse as to how he could pull it off. ‘Y-yOu’Re cHeAtInG. ThErE’S nO Way YoU cOuLd KilL a GrImM.’ If anything, he should just ditch that armor and invest in a bib.”

Josie giggles and Pyrrha laughs along, proud of herself that she could make her feel better.

“So don’t let someone that fragile get you down, ok?” she says,

“Well, I won’t...but...he’s right,” Josie says as the laughter dies down, “As much as I don’t want him to be, he is right about my performance being mediocre. Not only in combat, but I’m also slipping in academics.”

“Well, I can’t lie, you did seem distracted by something. What were you thinking about?”

Josie’s face turns into a deep shade of red as she remembers what she thought about.

“U-u-uh,” Josie says, flustered, “N-nothing much. Just...um...classes...and...stress.”

Pyrrha chuckles again, saying,

“Right. Well, if you’re up for it, I can help you with your problems with your classes and stress distractions.”

“R-really?” Josie asks, starstruck,

“Of course. I’d be more than happy to. Just think of me as your sensei.”

She then does a dramatic bow, causing both girls to laugh.

“Thanks, Pyrrha,” Josie says, “You’re the best.”

“Anytime, Josie. Now, let’s go. I wanna get there before Yang and Nora demolish their own bodies. The others will definitely need my help with Nora when they’re done. If I remember their regimen, right now, they should be on their 20 mile run.”

“What?!”

“Yeah. They’re freaks. But only for the first and last 4 miles. They end up jogging the rest. They know how to pace themselves. I like to watch from time to time. But they want everyone to think that they run that distance and they don’t know that I know, so shh.”

Josie nods her head.

“Alright, good.”

Pyrrha then leads her to the empty balcony on top of the school. Josie takes a moment to admire the land from below and the mountains and trees from afar. It’s so breathtaking. Not to mention the slight breeze gracing her body, carrying the refreshing scent of fresh air to her nostrils.

“Nice, isn’t it?” Pyrrha says bringing her hands to her hips,

“Yeah,” Josie answers, “Yeah, it is.”

“I know. It’s gorgeous. But that’s not why we’re here. We’re here to improve your performance, so you can improve as a person. But before that, we need to find the source of the distractions. So I ask again, what’s clouding your mind that makes you lose focus?”

Josie grabs onto her arm, saying,

“I-I already told you. I-it’s the stress and school.”

Pyrrha moves closer to her, bringing her hands to Josie’s head as she looks into her eyes.

“What are the distractions?” she repeats.

Josie decides to finally come clean. She knows she can’t fool someone like Pyrrha.

“Ok,” she says, “But promise me you won’t judge.”

“I would never,” Pyrrha says, “Honest. Tell me.”

“Well...It’s just...Ever since I first started coming here, I’ve been...thinking about certain...things...about certain...people. A-and I don’t mean to. And I know it’s just wrong and I shouldn’t look at my own friends like that, but my mind just wanders into...lewd thoughts. And I just don’t know how to control them.”

“Oh, that’s all?” Pyrrha says, “I thought Cardin was getting in your head.”

Josie’s confused. She didn’t expect her to be so docile. She just told her that she has impure thoughts about her own friends. How is she not even a little bothered?

“Y-you’re not...mad?” Josie asks,

“Oh, heavens no,” Pyrrha responds, “I’m not even surprised. If anything, it would surprise me if you didn’t have these thoughts. Everyone has moments where their minds wonder and it sends them on a journey. I mean, I’m sure you’ve had ‘The talk’ with your parents, right?”

Josie doesn’t answer. Her demeanor takes a noticeable negative shift. Not wanting this to steer into even more discomfort for Josie, Pyrrha decides to shift back to the matter at hand, saying,

“Well, it’s just part of teen aging. See what I did there?”

Josie smirks before rolling her eyes at her joke.

“But it’s nothing to be ashamed of. We are a sex driven species, after all. Plus, no one would blame you for having those kinds of thoughts about your teammates. Especially Yang. She basically begs for those kinds of internal thoughts. I mean, just look at what she wears.”

Josie blushes as her mind wanders to how Yang dresses. More notably in her black short shorts and orange crop top that she wears in bed. Josie had plenty of nights where she just wanted to rip them off and devour her. But she’s confined to only doing it in her own mind. Pyrrha, noticing Josie’s reaction to the very mention of Yang, starts piecing it all together.

“I take it Yang’s the main cause of the distraction, then?” she says,

“Well,” Josie says in a bashful tone, “She does show up a lot, but it’s more so with all of them. They’re just so-...”

“Sexy?” Pyrrha finishes with a smug smirk.

Josie’s face turns to a deeper shade of red.

“Alright, there’s an easy fix for this. But first, you’re gonna have to describe exactly what it is you think about.”

“A-are you sure?” Josie asks nervously,

“It’s the only way this method can help. You don’t have to go into every last detail if you don’t wanna, but I’m gonna need to see what you see on a daily basis.”

“O-ok, I’ll try.”

“Good. Now close your eyes.”

Josie obeys her command,

“Good. Now, tell me what you see.”

“I see...Yang walking over to me.”

“Ok. What else?”

“She’s...circling me, looking at me with lust in her eyes.”

Pyrrha starts mimicking the action, walking around her, giving her seductive looks in the process.

“What now?” she says in a seductive tone,

“Now, she’s...standing behind me,” Josie answers, “She’s wrapping her arms around me.”

Pyrrha, again, follows the description, walking behind Josie and wrapping her arms around her.

“Alright, what’s she doing now?” Pyrrha whispers in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine,

“S-she’s...um,” Josie replies, struggling to find her words, “She’s...touching me.”

“Touching you where?”

Josie hesitates.

“Where am I touching you, Jitterbug?” Pyrrha says in a sultry tone,

Josie melts at those words. For her, it feels like Yang is actually here doing this to her.

“M-my chest,” Josie answers, “Y-you’re touching my...m-my chest”

Pyrrha slowly starts massaging the young girl’s chest, grabbing and kneading her developing mounds through her shirt. She then chuckles before whispering,

“So you want me to play with your perfect little tits, hm? Yeah, you like that? You like how I grab onto your pretty little rack? Feels good, huh?”

“Yeah,” Josie moans out,

“Tell me how good it feels, Jitterbug.”

“It feels amazing. I want more. Please don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. But something tells me this isn’t all that you want. Am I right?”

Josie slowly nods her head. Pyrrha giggles before saying,

“Well, then, would you care to tell me exactly what it is you want?”

Josie shudders at the demand, nervous out of her mind to express what she wants. Pyrrha giggles before sliding a hand to her stomach.

“Come on, Jitterbug,” Pyrrha continues, “I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me, can I?”

Josie whimpers, mustering the courage to tell her.

“T-touch...me...l-l-lower,” she says under her breath,

“I can’t hear you~” Pyrrha responds,

Josie takes a breath before saying in a slightly louder tone,

“T-touch me...l-lower.”

“Almost there,” Pyrrha says, grabbing and squeezing her chest harder, “But you gotta really tell me. Come on. You can do it.”

Josie squeezes her eyes shut, garnering more courage to speak even louder. Once she does, she audibly says,

“T-touch me lower.”

Pyrrha grins before kissing her cheek, saying,

“Good girl. See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Josie shakes her head before tilting it back as Pyrrha immediately snakes a hand under her skirt, rubbing two of her fingers against her clothed pussy. Josie lets out silent moans in response to her touch, inviting Pyrrha to continue, to which she does. Pyrrha then latches her mouth onto Josie’s neck, earning louder moans as she ravages her chest and lower region with her hands as she basks in Josie’s sounds of enjoyment.

“You like that?” Pyrrha questions, “You like how my hands feel on your body?”

“Yes,” Josie moans out, “Yes. Yes, I do.”

“Yeah. I can tell. You’re so wet for me. You’re completely soaking my fingers in your juices, Jitterbug.”

Josie doesn’t say anything in response. Partly due to her being lost in pleasure. Normally, she’d be too embarrassed of the mess she’s making to continue. But right now, she doesn’t care. She just wants to keep feeling Pyrrha’s touch.

“Now,” Pyrrha continues, “Remember this feeling. Remember the endorphins running. Remember her voice. Remember her touch. Use these as motivation.”

Pyrrha suddenly pins her to the wall, completely taking Josie off guard. She then kisses her nose, saying,

“Because if you do that-”

She kisses her neck,

“Then you’ll do better in your classes.”

She moves down Josie’s body, trailing kisses from her chest, to her stomach, and to her abdomen.

“And the better you do,” she continues in a sultry tone, hooking Josie’s left leg under her right arm, “Well, maybe there will be a reward in store for you. If you’re interested.”

Pyrrha then leans in, slightly sticking her tongue out of her mouth, barely making light contact with Josie’s panties, getting a small taste of her essence. Josie can barely feel her tongue making contact with her. That is until Pyrrha slightly slides her tongue along her clothed slit, sending jolts of pleasure she’s never felt before. She lets out a louder moan as Pyrrha continues sliding her tongue across her panties, progressively sticking her tongue out more and more, elevating the pressure and pleasure.

She then hooks her arm under Josie’s other leg, completely taking her off her feet. Josie brings her hands to the wall, balancing herself on Pyrrha’s shoulders as she moans from Pyrrha’s licking. She’s never done anything like this before. Her only exposure to anything like this was from some magazines her friends would accidentally leave behind. And here she is, experiencing it for herself. And she’s enjoying every second of it.

But not long after the pleasure started, it ends. Pyrrha slips her tongue back in her mouth before placing Josie back on the ground. She then retracts herself from under Josie’s skirt before saying,

“How’d that feel?”

Josie’s too enchanted to respond. Those sensations were otherworldly. She’s still taking time to fully process it all. Pyrrha, noticing this, giggles before saying,

“Well, that answers my question. So now you have something to push for. I awakened it, and now it’s up to you to pursue.”

She then stands up, leaning in towards Josie, bringing her soaked fingers to her mouth, rubbing them on her lips before sliding them in her mouth and making her taste her own juices. Josie accepts it, liking the taste of her own essence as she cleans off Pyrrha’s fingers with her tongue. Pyrrha then opens her mouth with her fingers before giving her a deep kiss. Josie reciprocates, savoring how soft, but firm it is. After a few moments pass, Pyrrha breaks the kiss, holding Josie in place. She then pokes her nose and says,

“You want more, you need to improve, ok?”

Josie nods her head in agreement.

“Good.”

Pyrrha gives her one last peck on the lips before heading towards the door.

“That should be enough to get your mind back on track,” she says, “So tomorrow, we’ll work on your technique.”

She gives her a wink before walking back inside, leaving Josie to fully process what just happened and cement her newfound love for this school. Hours pass and everyone’s getting ready for bed: showering, brushing their teeth, reading books, etc. Josie walks back to her room after partaking in her routine, only to approach a corner and accidentally bump into Cardin. She starts to apologize, but immediately realizes who it is, then just steps back, fearing what he might say or do. But he surprises her by saying in a nervous tone,

“Oh, Josie, right?”

Josie slowly nods her head.

“Yeah. Uh. Sorry about...you know...earlier. It wasn’t cool of me to say that stuff.”

“Umm...i-it’s ok,” Josie says, taken aback by his approach to the situation.

Unbeknownst to her, Yang and Nora are a few feet behind her, giving him death glares, flashing their respective gauntlet and hammer. Yang then waves her hand at him, indicating to him to walk away.

“Ok, yeah,” he says, “So I’m...just gonna...bye.”

He then walks off with a slightly noticeable limp, leaving Josie completely confused as she walks back to her room. When she walks in her room, she notices that Yang’s gone.

“Oh, good,” Weiss says, “Could you be a dear and turn out the light? It’s almost time for them to go out anyway and, you know, since you’re already there, might as well.”

“Wait, what about Yang?” Josie asks,

“She and Nora were surprisingly conscious. I guess they skipped their training for the day for some reason. She said she’s staying over with Nora. Something about making up for it with some stealth training. So...yeah, don’t expect much sleep tonight.”

They share a chuckle before Weiss continues with,

“But on the bright side, you’ll finally have your own bed for the night.”

Josie pauses. Sure, having her own bed would probably be more roomy, but she’s grown accustomed to the warmth and touch of her teammates. It just wouldn’t be as comfortable as it would if someone didn’t hold her. But she can’t tell Weiss that. It would probably make things weird.

“Well,” she says, “Actually...I was thinking...uh...it...wouldn’t...exactly be fair...to...share a bed with the other two and not share the same courtesy with you two.”

“Huh,” Weiss says, taking her words into account, “You make a valid point. Very well, then. But I’m not sure tonight will be that great to exercise that principle. Ruby’s already knocked out and I’m just gonna be up studying. I wouldn’t wanna keep you up.”

“Well, I need to better my focus when it comes to class anyway. Plus, I’ve learned to really take you guys literally when you say things like I’m not gonna get much sleep. So if I’m gonna be woken up anyway, I might as well do something productive. Plus, I’d rather get distracted by random noises than be woken up by them.”

“Uh, ok, but only if you’re absolutely sure. Because I can stay up pretty late.”

“Trust me. It’s fine. I was a bit of a night owl back home, too. It’s no problem.”

“Well, alright then. Settle in.”

Josie does as instructed and hops into bed with Weiss before both girls get started on studying. Hours pass of the study session and it really starts taking a toll on the girls. Weiss is a bit worse for wear, barely clinging onto reality, while Josie just feels slightly fatigued. But she soldiers on, fully dedicated to maintaining her focus.

“Alright,” Josie says before yawning, “Question 5: section A. This should be simple enough. It’s a-aall...about grimm history. You wanna start this off, Weiss?...Weiss?”

Josie turns over to her study partner who’s barely able to hold her head up with her hand.

“Weiss, we can stop now if you can’t go on,” Josie says, “It’s probably for the best. I mean, it’s already 1:43.”

“No, no, no,” Weiss slurs, “I’m grimm drowned in the perfect nomad.”

“Alright, I’ll take that as a yes. We’ve worked long enough. Let’s hit the hay.”

“Nah. Study perfectly I’m time fine to.”

Josie chuckles at Weiss’s inability to formulate a coherent sentence before grabbing her book to close it. Weiss then feebly grabs onto the book in an attempt to keep going, saying in a groggy tone,

“Noooooooo.”

Josie inevitably wins the unbalanced game of tug of war, genuinely surprised that Weiss still has a fair bit of strength left. This team never ceases to amaze Josie with their determination to be better. She doesn’t know whether to be concerned for them or impressed.

“Shh,” Josie responds, lying Weiss down on the bed, “It’s time to go night night. Shhhh.”

Weiss loses more and more of her consciousness by the second, still fighting to stay awake. She slightly shifts her body, making Josie’s hand maneuver from her collarbone to her left breast. Only after Weiss finally lies down does Josie realize the position of her hand. Now she’s panicking. Because on one hand, Weiss is finally succumbing to her slumber, but on the other hand is her boob. Josie doesn’t wanna move it in case it disturbs Weiss’s descent into sleeping. So she keeps her hand on her chest, making sure not to make any sudden moves.

In her attempt in trying not to make any moves, her hand instinctively twitches, making her unintentionally squeeze Weiss’s chest, earning a delighted sigh from her. Josie’s heart is racing. She doesn’t want Weiss to wake up. But she doesn’t know how to keep her asleep. But Weiss’s reaction to Josie’s slight squeeze gives her an idea.

She remembers learning about the body’s natural chemicals and what it takes to release them. Some of which being oxytocin, vasopressin, prolactin, and melatonin. The ones responsible for knocking out their host. They’re clearly affecting Weiss right now, but she’s fighting them off, which means there isn’t enough. But Josie knows that there’s a way to strengthen the chemicals. It’s just a matter of her not wanting to sever their relationship by doing so. She then looks at the clock that reads 2:07. They need to wake up in four hours. She’s left with little options. Either chance it and let her possibly get enough sleep or take care of the issue and even enhance the sleep.

After thinking it over for a moment through a biased argument with herself, she chooses the latter. Only to help Weiss. Or at least that’s what she’s telling herself. She takes a breath before snaking her hand from Weiss’s chest to the hem of her night gown. She then brings her other hand to join it before slowly lifting it above her stomach, revealing her toned, fit, silky body. Josie’s mesmerized at the sight of Weiss’s exposed torso, wishing she had the time to fully admire it. But she doesn’t. She needs to act quickly.

She then grabs onto Weiss’s panties, only now realizing the tent in them. Now, not only is she fueled by the objective at hand, she’s also fueled by morbid curiosity. She slides down Weiss’s panties, bringing them to her ankles, revealing a flacid penis. Josie takes a moment to process what it is she’s looking at. This was the last thing she’d expect from what she knew to be a female. But here it is: a soft piece of flesh in between Weiss’s legs. This raises questions in Josie’s head,

‘How? Why? Is she the only one? Does anyone else know? Does she know? Does it work the same as a guy’s? Should I still do this? Is it real? How big can it get if it is real?’

Her last question will soon be answered as Weiss’s penis starts growing. Josie is even more shocked now. There’s no more doubt. It’s most definitely real. Soon it reaches its limit of growth, stopping at roughly 5 ½ inches. Josie takes a moment to study it, watching it as it twitches. She doesn’t know what to do. She’s never seen one in person before. She barely even remembers what she’d see on videos she’d seen in the past. She vaguely remembers that you need to gently grab it.

So she decides to do just that. She hesitantly brings her hand to Weiss’s shaft, gently placing it on her throbbing cock, wrapping her fingers around it. She then starts slowly and gently sliding her hand up and down Weiss’s member, making sure not to make too much of a ruckus. As she does this, Weiss lets out light moans of approval, inviting Josie to maintain her actions. Josie eventually finds her rhythm, finding that it’s not too different from how she uses her weapon.

Her mind then goes back to how she uses her weapon. Its design, it’s full purpose, and her use of it. She then thinks back to her presentation of the weapon and how everyone was so entranced by her usage. Were they having certain...thoughts at that moment? Josie thinks about it as she continues her stroking.

‘They...like me,’ she thinks to herself, ‘They really...like me. In the same way I like them...They...want me.’

“Yeah,” Weiss moans out in her groggy state, catching Josie’s attention, “Stroke it. Just like that. Stroke that cock, Josie. That’s it. Jerk it with those soft hands of yours. Good girl. Faster. Stroke it faster.”

It doesn’t seem like Weiss is fully awake. But Josie couldn’t care less. She’s actually fantasizing about this. She wants this to be a reality. And unbeknownst to her, it actually is reality. But Josie doesn’t want to disappoint Weiss. So she does as instructed. She starts moving her hand up and down her cock slightly faster, earning more moans from her.

“That’s right,” Weiss continues as her breathing gets faster, “Don’t stop. Jerk it just like that. Keep going. Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Make me cum, baby. You’re gonna make me very happy. And when you do, I want you to lick it off for me, ok?”

Josie obliges. She maintains her pace, basking in Weiss’s praises from her touch. But she’s very confused about the last request. Lick what off? Is she having a dream where she’s coated in something? Nonetheless, she continues her stroking.

Soon enough, she feels Weiss’s cock twitching. She takes it as a sign that Weiss is about to cum. So she braces herself, stroking a bit faster. After a few moments pass, Weiss lets out a final moan, to which Josie covers her mouth, so the other girls don’t hear it. She then shoots rope after rope of her cum on Josie’s hand and arm, surprising Josie as her arm is coated with her essence. She was not expecting that at all. When she cums, it just oozes from her. She thought that’s how it worked. She’s never even heard of anything like this.

She then remembers what Weiss said earlier about licking it off.

‘This must have been what she was talking about,’ she thinks to herself.

She takes a moment to analyze the fluid. She looks at it, smells it, scoops some of it in her other hand, squeezing it to feel the warmth and texture in her hand, and finally, brings the tip of her finger to her tongue to get a bit of a taste of it. When she does, she takes a moment to see how she feels about it. It doesn’t taste bad. It’s just bitter. And a bit salty. But not bad. She then decides to follow Weiss’s command and lick her essence off of herself. And the more she tasted, the more she became acquainted with it.

After licking herself clean from Weiss’s fluids, Josie looks down at her to see if her plan worked. And to her delight, it looks like it did. Weiss is out like a light. She’s not fighting it anymore. She’s not saying any more ridiculous things. She’s finally asleep. Josie sighs in relief before looking over to the clock again. It reads 2:43. She decides to head off to sleep, too. So she settles underneath the covers to get comfortable.

But something’s been on her mind throughout that entire ordeal. Something that she couldn’t shake since the start of the study session. Not a single noise has been heard. She thought for sure that Yang and Nora would’ve made their presence known. But nothing. Maybe they actually did master the craft of silent training. Or maybe they snuck out and are training outside of school grounds. Or maybe they were outside of the door, secretly watching the show under her nose. In any regard, she just counts herself lucky that she doesn’t need to worry about it right now. She thought for sure that everything would be needed to be taken at face value. Maybe there is some hyperbole when it comes to this group.

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“Sorry again, Professor Goodwitch,” Yang says as she steps through the door,

“Next time, I won’t be so lenient,” Glynda responds, slapping her palm with her riding crop, making Yang flinch, then glaring at her before walking off.

Yang then turns around, noticing that everyone’s looking at her. With the exception of Weiss, who’s still knocked out cold.

“Mornin’, guys,” she says, “How’d you sleep?”

“Well,” Ruby replies, “I can’t speak for everyone else, but I was having a really decent dream. Yeah, it was really cool. But then it came to an abrupt end when a couple of jerks decided to start bickering for God knows how long.”

“Oh...you uh...you heard that, huh?”

“No. Not at all. We absolutely didn’t hear someone calling someone else a misguided toe sucking bitch because she misplaced her hand at the top of her lungs. No, that was completely overshadowed by the sweet, savory, blissful screech of the other someone’s response being that it’s not her fault that certain people belong in a specific classroom with a football helmet because they lost count on reps. Certainly unrelated to you and what you guys had going on. Not to mention the serine sounds of repeated slams to the walls. I mean, you’d be hard pressed to find anyone able to hear all of that.”

“Ah...Sorry. We were trying to be quiet, buuut one thing led to another and...you know...things happened. You know how it is, right?”

Blake chimes in with,

“All I know is that if you don’t shut the hell up and get to sleep right now, there’ll be hell to pay. Starting with your goddamn hair!”

Silence. Everyone obeys her command, not even risking a breath. Blake then turns her position, completely facing away from everyone in an attempt to get some sleep. Everyone else cautiously does the same, lying down in their beds and trying to sleep, moving as stealthily as possible with each movement.

Time passes and everyone’s back to sleeping. All except for Blake. She can’t sleep a wink. Ever since she was woken up, her rage has been slowly building. No matter what she tries, she can’t get back to sleep. This only fuels her frustration. And the responsibility falls on one person and one person alone: Josie.

Blake’s superior hearing allowed her to not only hear the slight moans from Weiss when Josie was stroking her cock, but the sound itself was also a factor, completely waking her up. And the sounds of her technique and positive feedback made her a little turned on and jealous. And not only that, but Yang’s stupid competition with Nora certainly didn’t help. But she’ll deal with them on a different day. Now, her sights are set on Josie.

Two hours pass and the alarm sounds, aggravating the sleep deprived cat girl even further. Ruby springs out of her bed, turning off the alarm before shouting,

“ALRIGHT, UP AND AT ‘EM, CAM-”

She catches a glimpse at Blake’s eyes and immediately stops in her tracks. If looks could kill, Ruby would be dead nine times over as Blake is staring daggers into the windows of the girl’s soul, sending shivers down her spine. Moments pass of the hostile staring until Blake stands up and walks out of the room, slamming the door behind her, causing a loud crash to echo throughout the entire room and carry on into neighbouring rooms.

The sudden deafening noise causes Weiss, Yang, and Josie to immediately jolt out of their dream state in shock before gradually moving toward confusion. They soon notice a paler Ruby standing in the middle of the room, looking like she’d seen a ghost as she stares at the door. Yang hops down from her bed before walking over to Ruby, saying,

“Hey, what’s going on?”

Nothing. She’s too intimidated to even move.

“Hello?” Yang continues, waving her hand in front of her sister’s face, “Earth to Ruby.”

Ruby eventually snaps out of her frozen state, noticing Yang’s hand, then noticing her.

“Oh, hey, there,” Yang says, sarcastically, “How was space? Did you happen to catch what happened before your trip?”

“U-uh,” Ruby stutters, “You should...umm...probably just...you know...stay out of Blake’s line of sight for a bit. She’s...not too thrilled about your little...intrusion.”

“Oh...oh...Well, she did make her stance on the subject very clear. I’ll just leave her with some time to cool off. Then I’ll get her a book or something.”

“Yeah. That could work. Just make sure it’s a paperback and not a hardcover.”

“Well, duh. I’m not suicidal.”

“Yeah, like she’s above finding creative ways of ending you with a flimsy book,” Weiss chimes in with a yawn, “Judging by how she legitimately made a door sound like a gunshot, it’s probably best not to provoke her creativity in the near future.”

“Yeah, you have a point,” Yang concedes,

“Well, in the meantime, let’s just get this day out of the way,” Ruby says, “We’ve got class ass to kick.”

“You said it,” Weiss cosigns, starting to get out of bed,

“So you’re just gonna start the day with your Schneenis out, ice queen?” Yang questions with a snicker, pointing at her exposed lower half, “I mean, I know you’re bold, but don’t you think it could set off the wrong signals?”

Weiss looks down, discovering that Yang’s right. Her gown’s been lifted and her panties are around her ankles. Josie blushes in embarrassment, realizing that she forgot to dress her back up again after her deed.

“Ok,” Weiss starts, “First of all, I’d thank you to never call it that ever again. And secondly, really? Do you actually lack that much self control?”

“Don’t look at me,” Yang says, briefly side-eyeing Josie, “I was too tired to do anything. I basically crashed right when I came back. Maybe you just tumbled around in your sleep again. You do tend to do that a lot.”

Weiss rolls her eyes, not buying into Yang’s hypothesis.

“You know what?” she says, “Sure. I had a dream and my clothes got bored. That’s exactly what happened.”

“Glad to see that you can come to terms with logistics,” Yang responds with a wink,

“Whatever. Let’s just go.”

She grabs her panties and slides them back up her legs before getting out of bed and walking out of the room. Ruby follows behind, snickering at the interaction between her teammates. But when Josie stands up to leave, Yang stops her, chuckling as she looks at her. Josie’s nervous. She doesn’t know that Yang knows what she did. And Yang can see that. So she decides to have a bit of fun.

“Hope I didn’t disturb your beauty rest, Jitterbug,” she says, bringing a hand to her chin, gently caressing it,

“N-not that much,” Josie responds, blushing at her tone and action, “It was just a bit of noise. I got tons of that back at home.”

“Hm. You don’t say. Well, here’s a question for ya. Ever wonder what it would be like to be the one causing it instead of just hearing it?”

Josie shudders. Yang smirks, inching closer to her face.

“You’re thinking about it right now, huh?” she continues in a low sultry tone, “Screaming at the top of your lungs, unable to keep quiet when you’re supposed to. But that would make you a bad girl, wouldn’t it? You couldn’t possibly do anything that would make you be considered bad, right?”

Josie hesitantly shakes her head.

“Yeah. You’re a good little girl. You know better than to do something so wrong. But even you find it captivating, right? Doing something so fun that it makes you unable to keep your composure. Maybe something involving a bed. Maybe even involving the activity of bouncing up and down. Sounds good to you, yeah?”

Josie can’t even respond. All she can do is gaze into Yang’s eyes as she stares right back into hers with a seductive look. But it doesn’t end there. She starts feeling...something. It’s nothing like Josie’s ever felt before. It’s a small feeling, but still noticeable. Yang chuckles before backing away and saying in her neutral tone,

“Well, it’s not worth it. Jumping on the bed might seem like the best thing in the world, but it’s easily beaten by literally anything else. Especially with these beds. I mean, really, you’d get more hang time by just jumping up and down on the floor.”

Josie, shocked by the sudden shift in demeanor, trips over her words, unable to make the decision to agree with her or ask what exactly just happened. Yang chuckles at the effect she had on her, saying,

“Yeah, I don’t know. Maybe it’s just me. But anyway, we should probably get the day started. After you, milady.”

Yang gives her a grin as she gestures to her to lead the way. Josie returns a grin of her own before walking out of the room. But before she can fully step out of the room, Yang gives her a slap on her butt, startling the young girl as she lets out a small, but noticeable squeak. Yang chuckles at her reaction before following her out of the room.

Blake’s mood has not gotten any better since her day started. If anything, it’s gotten worse. She’s constantly been called on in class, she can’t focus, people keep trying to talk to her, her teammates keep bickering, and her mind’s not letting her go one second without thinking of Josie and how amazing her hand must feel wrapped around her shaft. And all of this, while functioning at three hours of sleep. But as the day goes on, her focus gradually shifts from her hand and onto her chest, to her mouth, and finally, her tight, virgin, perfect, little pussy. All of it seems intriguing to Blake. And the more she thinks about all of it, the more her desires grow.

‘It’s almost as if she’s taunting me at this point,’ she thinks to herself, ‘First with getting the pencil from under the bed, then demonstrating her weapon, then fucking masturbating in the shower, then watching me masturbate then complimenting me, then her night with Yang, and now this. She’s fucking toying with me. Well, if that’s how she wants to play, fine. Play all you want, Josie. But the game’s over as soon as that final bell hits. So enjoy it while you can. Cause there’s another game waiting for you. And it only ends in one way and one way only.’

Josie collapses to her knees after taking another one of Pyrrha’s attacks, struggling to stand back up again as she uses her staff to balance herself. Pyrrha points her sword at her face, staring directly into her eyes with a stern look on her face. Josie wants to stand back up and keep fighting, but she knows that the best move right now is probably to concede. She’s clearly outclassed as evident by the fact that she’s winded and Pyrrha hasn’t even broken a sweat.

“I yield,” Josie says.

Pyrrha retracts her sword and says,

“Not bad. But your movements were too loose and predictable. You focus too hard on what your next move should be. Take a moment to consider what my next move is. Study me. Read me. Then punish accordingly.”

“Got it,” Josie says, catching her breath,

“Alright, let’s take 5. You look like you’re about ready to keel over.”

“You could say that.”

Pyrrha laughs before sitting next to Josie.

“So,” she says, leaning into Josie, bumping into her, “Has my advice on those impure thoughts helped you at all?”

Josie hesitates before saying,

“Well...it did at first.”

“Really?” Pyrrha replies, “Well, what happened?”

Josie’s face then turns to a deep shade of red as she recalls last night’s events. That was the last thing she’d ever expect. She’d never even thought that girls could have penises. It’s been on her mind the whole day. It’s actually made her focus slightly worse. But she wouldn’t dare tell Pyrrha about any of it. Not only is it too embarrassing, she might think that she’s crazy. And Josie wouldn’t blame her. It’s common knowledge what girls have and what boys have. So to have them intertwine is just preposterous. Not only that, but assuming she doesn’t automatically assume that she’s crazy, it’s not Josie’s place to tell anyone about Weiss’s business. She doesn’t know if anyone knows. So if it got to the entire school, it could shatter her.

“Umm,” Josie says, “I...can’t.”

“Oh, really, now?” Pyrrha says in a sultry tone, “Need I remind you that I have my ways of getting my answers from you?”

Josie turns away, biting her lower lip. Pyrrha leans in closer, making her face her, saying in a sultry tone,

“So am I to assume that that’s what you want? Are my persuasive methods that alluring to you that you constantly find ways of making me use them? Yeah? Keep making me use them and maybe I’ll make you into my little pet.”

Josie doesn’t respond. But the feeling she felt from before comes back as soon as she hears the word “pet”. It’s almost like how it was with Yang. No. It’s slightly stronger. Josie has no idea what this feeling could possibly be and she has no idea how she feels about it, but it’s weird. Even weirder the second time. Weirder still is how it only appears when she’s being talked to like this. It doesn’t make her feel that good. She’s a human being. Not a plaything. But at the same time, the tone of their voice describing it is making her feel indescribable sensations.

Pyrrha giggles at her lack of a response before leaning even closer, leaving mere inches in between their lips, whispering,

“Sounds good, huh? Being my obedient little toy? Pleasing me whenever I want? I bet you’re thinking about how that would be right now, aren’t you?”

Again, no answer. Josie’s heart is beating a million miles a second at this point as the feeling gets stronger and stronger. Pyrrha giggles again before closing the gap between them with a small peck on her lips before standing back up.

“Oh, lighten up, Josie,” she says, “I was just kidding. I’m not one of those girls. If anything, I bet you’d want me to be your pet.”

She laughs and Josie fakes one, trying to recover from the rollercoaster her mind is going through. She just can’t wrap her head around it all. What is she feeling? Why is it that her friends make her feel this way? Nothing’s making sense to her right now. But her thought process is cut short by the sound of the bell, signalling free time.

“Alright,” Pyrrha says, helping Josie to her feet, “Guess we’re out of time. Let’s pick this up tomorrow. And remember, tighten your movements a bit and study your opponent. See ya.”

She then steps inside of the school with Josie following behind, still trying to piece everything together. She eventually finds Yang, Weiss, and Ruby in the hallway playing rock, paper, scissors. She steps up to them and as per usual, there’s an argument,

“No, I saw that,” Ruby says, “You started with rock. Don’t lie.”

“No,” Weiss objects, “These are clearly scissors. If I wanted to pick rock, I would’ve picked rock.”

“Liar!”

“What’s going on?” Josie intervenes,

“Oh, good,” Yang says, “Just the person we wanted to see. So, as you’re aware, Blake has a bit of a chip on her shoulder and it’s my fault. Meaning, if I’m even within spitting distance of her, she’s shoving my head in my stomach and using me as a bowling ball for anyone in the vicinity.”

“And that might go triple for us,” Ruby adds on, “But here’s the problem, her water bottle’s in there and hydration is key for exercise. And she’s too chicken to go in there.”

“Not even gonna debate that.”

Weiss then chimes in with,

“So we were kinda thinking that since you’re new and she likes you and only tolerates us, that you could maybe get it for us. Plus, maybe her seeing you will calm her down a bit.”

Confused, Josie says,

“Wait, if your plan was to ask me, why are you playing rock, paper, scissors?”

“Just in case you said no,” all three say in unison,

“Oh. Well, I’m willing to do it. If it’s that much of a hassle, it’s no issue.”

“Thank you so much,” Yang says, embracing her in a hug, “You’re the absolute best person anyone could ever ask for.”

She then plants repeated kisses on her head, confusing the girl even more.

“Anything for a friend,” Josie says, “I mean, we can’t have you training without water.”

Yang releases Josie from her hug before grabbing her arm and leading her to their room and saying,

“Exactly. Thank you for understanding.”

“Sure thing.”

As they get closer and closer to the room, Josie starts thinking about the situation at hand. Here they are, scared senseless of their own teammate. A brawler with a temper, a swordswoman who can summon allies, and their scythe wielding leader, all petrified of this one girl. Now she’s freaking out. Because while they said that she only tolerates them and likes her, her leader is a part of that toleration. So if she has her shaking in her boots, maybe this isn’t such a good plan, after all.

But before she can truly panic and have second thoughts, she takes a breath as she remembers why she’s here. Why she accepted Ozpin’s offer to attend this school. This is exactly what being a huntress is about. You’re supposed to do things that scare you. You’re supposed to accept any challenge no matter how demanding. This is what it means to be a huntress. No. This is what it means to be human.

So she calms her nerves as they arrive at the room. She mentally psyches herself up. Yang rubs her shoulders, Ruby fans her with her robe, and Weiss pours some water from her water bottle in her mouth before Josie swishes it and spits it out.

“Alright,” Yang says, “It’s simple. Just in, grab, and out. Nothing to it. You got this.”

“I got this,” Josie repeats,

“Who’s got this?”

“I got this.”

“Who’s got this?!”

“I got this!”

“WHO’S GOT THIS?!”

“I GOT THIS!”

Ruby opens the door and Yang shoves her inside. Then it’s almost as if time slowed down at the right moment just before she steps in the room as she thinks to herself,

‘Wait, where did Weiss get that water bottle from?’

But it’s too late. Once she’s inside of the room, the door shuts and she hears them run off. But that’s the least of her worries. From the moment she entered the room, the air was thick with tension. She swears she’s suffocating from it. The feeling of such negative energy is almost too much to bear. But that’s poultry compared to the sight before her. In this dim room, she sees Blake sitting on her bed, staring directly at her. Glaring.

Josie’s confidence shrinks as soon as she catches a glimpse of Blake’s face. She’s beyond angry. And something tells her that there isn’t anything that she can say that will change it. Blake stands up from her bed, never taking her eyes off of Josie. She then walks up to her, stopping right in front of her to stare her down. Josie cowers in fear, feeling smaller and smaller in her presence. Blake then starts circling her, observing every inch of her body. Josie’s too terrified to even speak, let alone move. She feels like a wounded deer in the presence of a starving jaguar.

After making her second round, Blake brings her nails to the back of Josie’s neck, dragging them along her skin. Josie winces at the sudden feeling of her neck having slight pressure added to it by Blake’s sharp nails. They almost feel like the claws of a cat to Josie. Blake chuckles at her reaction as she stops her rotation right in front of her, dragging her nails from her neck to her jaw, then opening her hand and caressing Josie’s face.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” Blake starts in a low tone,

Josie’s still holding her tongue.

“So adorable. So young. So daring...So yummy.”

Josie shudders at her words, waiting in anticipation for what she’s going to do.

“So many things to try on you,” Blake continues, “So many new things for your young, inexperienced, fragile little body to endure. So much fun we’re gonna have.”

“B-Blake?” Josie stutters, “A-are you feeling ok? Wh-what’s gotten into you? Why are you talking like this? If you want, I can leave so you can get so-”

Blake brings her hand from her jaw to her mouth before bringing a finger to her own lips.

“Shhh,” she starts, “Just let me look at you a bit more.”

Blake takes another moment to Gaze at the frightened and confused girl, watching in amusement as her heart rate increases along with the pace of her breathing. She loves this sight. She’s been waiting all day to see this. And now it’s finally before her. She gives a sinister grin before snaking her hand from Josie’s mouth to her clothed chest, grabbing her perky breast.

“P-please don’t hurt me,” Josie pleads,

Blake chuckles again before saying,

“I can’t promise that, darling. But what I can promise is this: I’m going to break you. I’m going to fuck you senseless. And when I’m done with you, you’ll be nothing but a dribbling mess.”

Josie whimpers beneath her, fearing for her life as she processes those words.

‘Break me?’ Josie questions in her head, ‘What does she mean by that? What’s she going to do to me? What happened to her? Is this how she is when she’s sleep deprived?’

Josie’s breath quickens as Blake’s grip on her chest tightens. She then turns her head away from her and squeezes her eyes shut. She then feels warm air on her neck before she feels something wet and equally warm on it. She whimpers again at the sudden strange feeling, realizing that it’s Blake’s tongue. Blake trails her tongue from Josie’s neck all the way to her ear before gently biting her ear lobe. She then whispers,

“You ready to have some fun, Jitterbug?”

Before Josie even has time to fully collect her thoughts, Blake grabs her shoulder strap and throws her onto the floor. Josie falls onto her knees before feeling Blake’s hand on her head, forcing her to stay down. She watches as Blake unbuckles her belt before pulling it off in one fell swoop before wrapping it around her neck and fastening it. She then grabs the hem of her pants, saying,

“You know, I saw how you handled Weiss. And from the sounds of it, you really know how to show a girl a good time. So how about you show me how good you are?”

She pulls down her pants just above her thighs, exposing her semi-erect member. Josie stares at it in shock. It’s bigger than Weiss’s was. Just looking at it fills Josie with dread. But Blake doesn’t intend to give her time to process it. She grabs onto the back of Josie’s head and forces her mouth onto her cock, taking Josie by surprise. Blake lets out a light moan before chuckling at Josie’s face. Her eyes are opened wide as half of Blake’s cock is forced into her mouth and poking her throat.

“Fuck,” Blake moans, “Your mouth feels so good. So tight and warm. You like how it tastes? You like how it feels in your little mouth? Yeah, it tastes good, doesn’t it?”

She grips onto Josie’s hair, forcing her head up and down the length of her cock. Josie shuts her eyes, overwhelmed by the size of it and the growing ferocity of Blake’s forceful bobbing. Blake starts moaning even more, savoring the sight of Josie’s suffering. She then starts thrusting her hips back and forth, pushing the limits of Josie’s throat. Josie can’t do anything, but sit and endure the punishment. She’s too scared and confused to do anything. And she knows that Blake is stronger than her, so fighting her would only make the situation worse. So she just accepts her fate, allowing Blake to thrust her cock in and out of her mouth.

Eventually, tears emerge from Josie’s eyes as Blake shoves her shaft deeper in her mouth inch by inch. Blake immediately notices and gives her a sinister grin. She pulls Josie off of her cock by her hair. Once her windpipe is cleared, she starts coughing uncontrollably as air enters her lungs. Blake then forces her to face her before saying in a patronizing tone,

“Oh, was that too much for you? Am I being a little too rough? Awww. You want me to stop, huh? Well, too bad. Your pretty little face was practically begging for this the moment you walked in here. I’m just claiming what’s rightfully mine.”

Josie starts to say something, but she’s interrupted with Blake shoving her cock back inside of her mouth, this time holding Josie’s head in place as she vigorously thrusts in and out of her throat. Josie gags even more from Blake’s movements as more tears fall from her eyes from her overwhelming size. Blake can’t get enough of the sight before her. Days of constantly wanting this and now it’s within her grasp. She never wants this to end. Ever. She wants to immortalize it. And then she gets an idea.

Blake sits down on her bed, bobbing Josie’s head up and down her length with one hand, while retrieving her scroll with the other. She selects her camera icon and points it directly at Josie’s face.

“Smile for the camera, Jitterbug,” Blake moans out, recording her, “Show me how much you love this. Show me how much you love being my little cock thirsty little bitch. Yeah, you like that, huh? You love being my little slutty toy?”

Josie closes her eyes shut. She’s so embarrassed at this point. First, her friend is forcing her to do this and now she’s recording her. She can’t believe that this is real. But this doesn’t sit well with Blake. She forces Josie’s head all the way down to the base of her cock, making her gag even more.

“I said smile for the camera,” Blake says, more sternly, “Look at me.”

Josie obeys, opening her eyes and looking directly into the camera.

“Good girl,” Blake says, “Now, take it. Take that fucking cock in your throat like a good little bitch.”

Blake removes her hand from Josie’s head, bringing it behind her and leaning on it. Seeing that she has no other choice, Josie bobs her head up and down her cock, making Blake moan even more.

“Yeah, that’s a good girl,” Blake moans, “Keep going. See, I knew you liked being my obedient little bitch. But you can do better than that, right?”

Blake wraps her legs around Josie’s head, forcing her head down again. Josie starts gagging again, tapping onto Blake’s legs. And Blake is loving every second of it. She then starts using her legs to move her up and down her shaft, moaning more and more. She eventually feels her limit building, so she untangles her legs and brings her hands back to Josie’s head, rapidly moving her head as she gets closer and closer.

“Yeah!” she moans, “Don’t stop! Don’t you fucking stop! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Just like that! I’m so close! I’m gonna fucking cum all over your pretty face, Jitterbug! I’m gonna cum!”

She then pulls Josie off of her, stroking her cock as she moans louder and louder before shooting her warm, sticky cum all over Josie’s face. Josie closes her eyes as rope after rope of Blake’s essence lands on her face, hair, mouth and top. After Blake’s finished, she takes a moment to catch her breath.

Josie feels gross. She’s just been used. And not just by some random person. But a friend did this to her. She doesn’t know how to feel. She just wants this to be over. But unbeknownst to her, it’s just the beginning. She sees the flashing light of pictures being taken from Blake’s scroll from behind her eyelids, humiliating her even more.

“Good job, Jitterbug,” Blake says, “You did a hell of a lot better than I thought you would. You’re quite the little cock sucker, aren’t you?”

Josie doesn’t respond. Not pleased with Josie’s lack of cooperation, Blake grabs the belt around her neck like a leash and pulls her up, making Josie whine in discomfort, saying,

“I said, aren’t you the little cock sucker?”

“Y-yes,” Josie answers, fighting back her tears,

“‘Yes’ what?”

“Y-yes, Blake.”

“No. When this belt is around your neck, I’m your owner. So I’m your mistress. Got it?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good. Now, stand up.”

Josie does as told, standing up on her feet. Blake follows suit, standing in front of her. She then grabs the belt and leads her to the wall, forcibly pinning her wrists to it. Blake smirks at her before leaning into her face and bringing her tongue to the girl’s cheek, dragging it along her face, licking up her own essence. She then turns Josie around, aiming her focus to the lower half of Josie’s body.

Blake wraps her right arm around Josie’s body, bringing it under her skirt and in between her legs as she gropes her chest with her left hand. She leans into Josie’s ear, whispering,

“You’re even cuter when you’re scared. And your smell of pure innocence...Just liberating.”

“Blake, please,” Josie pleads, “Please, stop. I don’t like this. You’re scaring me. Please, just let me go and we can pretend this entire thing never happened. I’ll never tell anyone. I swear. Just stop this. I don’t want this.”

Blake chuckles at her begging.

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” she continues, rubbing her finger across her clothed slit, “Just listen to you. ‘Blake, please. You’re scaring me. I don’t like this.’ It’s precious that you don’t see that you’re just making me want you more. I want to take away your innocence, Josie. I am going to take away your innocence. And there’s nothing. That you can do. To stop it.”

Blake then extends her nails on her right hand and slowly drags them across the fabric of Josie’s leggings, tearing them with a single stroke.

“Oops,” Blake says teasingly, “Looks like someone ruined your leggings. What a shame. But on the bright side, now you have better access to the fun part.”

Blake positions her cock in between her legs, rubbing it along her newly exposed pussy. Immediately recognizing what she plans on doing, Josie protests one final time.

“Blake, no,” she begs, “No. Please. Anything else. I’ll do anything else. Not this. Not there. I’ll suck that thing for hours if you want. I’ll let you lick me wherever you want. I’ll even do things to myself while you watch. Just not this. It’s huge. It’ll never fit.”

Blake brings a finger to her lips.

“Shhh,” she starts, “You worry too much. And as tempting as all of that is, none of it can compare to how remarkable your sweet, little, young, virgin, innocent pussy will feel wrapped around me. Don’t you agree?”

Before Josie can disagree, she’s interrupted by two of Blake’s fingers sliding inside of her. As her lower lips are being violated, Josie feels a weird sensation throughout her entire body. It’s completely different from when she touches her own body. She’s never slid her fingers inside of herself before. The only experience she’s ever had of it was in the dream of Yang doing it. And that was only because she wanted to like it. She doesn’t like this at all. Blake starts sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy.

“Fuck,” she says, “I can barely slide my fingers in you, you’re so tight. And you really want me to pass up the opportunity to loosen you up a bit? Come on, you gotta know better than that.”

She continues sliding in and out of Josie, earning whimpers of discomfort in response.

“God, Yang had the right idea of playing with you when she did. Lucky bitch. She totally owes me a fight now. And you seemed to really enjoy it then. So what’s wrong now, Jitterbug? Huh?”

Josie’s taken aback. She thought that that was just a dream.

“Th-that wasn’t real,” Josie debates, “That was only in my dream.”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that, you fucking whore. Is that why you never bothered to ask for a bed? You just wanted us to play with you, huh? Well, let me give you exactly what you want.”

Blake brings her hand to her mouth, sliding three fingers inside. After a moment of sucking on them and coating them with her saliva, she returns them to Josie’s pussy, lubing her entrance with her spit, earning more whimpers of both discomfort and disgust from Josie. Blake then lifts her leg, providing easier friction. Then, losing her balance, Josie quickly brings her hands to the wall, balancing herself. Blake then slides her fingers out of Josie’s pussy and brings it to her lips, shoving them deep inside of her mouth, making her taste herself.

“Good, huh?” Blake says, “It’s like your own personal honey. And that super special honey is gonna make this so much easier.”

She then positions her cock at the entrance of Josie’s pussy. And Josie, once again, accepts her fate. She can’t say anything. She can’t do anything. All she can do at this point is just take it and hope that it ends soon. Blake pushes against Josie’s entrance, failing to slide inside of her due to the slickness of her saliva. But after a few attempts, she manages to slide the head of her cock inside of Josie’s pussy, Making Josie grip onto the wall in pain as Blake inches more and more of her cock inside of her. She groans in agony as she feels her hymen being torn from Blake’s massive size. And again, Blake looks on in satisfaction as tears roll down her face from the pain.

Blake pauses her movements, adjusting to Josie’s tight hole, stroking her hair, saying,

“See? It wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be, was it? Wasn’t it a whole lot worse?”

Josie can’t even focus on what Blake is saying right now. All she has on her mind is how painful that was. She’s never experienced anything like it. But eventually, it subsides. Her breathing becomes rapid as she adjusts to Blake being inside of her. But Blake gives her no time to do so, firmly holding her leg up as she slowly thrusts in and out of her. She leans in closer to Josie, moaning in pleasure.

Josie squeezes her eyes shut, groaning in discomfort as Blake slides in and out of her. The feeling of her inner walls being violated like this spurs off waves of emotions that confuse Josie even more about the situation. She’s upset and in pain. Everything happening to her is happening against her will. She can’t say or do anything that’ll get her out of this. But with all of that being said, it leaves her with a single question to ask herself,

‘What is this feeling? And why is it showing now of all times?”

The feeling from her interactions with Yang and Pyrrha return. But not as discrete as it was then. Now it’s blatant. It’s making Josie feel even weirder. Not only because it’s such a new and different sensation, but also because it’s slightly overseeing the previous ones. She feels slightly less gross. Slightly less upset. Slightly less pained. But it still doesn’t change how she feels about it overall.

Blake slightly speeds up her movements, grabbing the belt around her neck and pulling it, lightly choking Josie. Josie starts gagging as the belt constricts around her throat.

“Yeah, you like that, huh?” Blake moans, “You like being choked like this, while taking my fucking cock in your little pussy? You like feeling it inside you, don’t you?”

No answer from Josie. Blake pulls harder, saying in a harsher tone,

“Don’t you?”

“Y-yes, mistress,” Josie says,

“Say it.”

“I- I like it.”

“What do you like, Jitterbug?”

“I- I like...feeling it...inside of me.”

“Feeling what inside of where?”

“Blake, please don’t make me sa-”

Blake grabs a handful of Josie’s hair and jerks it back along with the belt strand, making Josie whimper in pain.

“What. In. Where?” Blake repeats,

“Y- your...cock in my...pussy,” Josie mumbles,

“Last warning,” Blake warns, threatening her with the belt and her hair,

“Y-your cock in my pussy,” Josie repeats in a clear voice, “I like the feeling of your cock in my pussy.”

Blake strokes her hair and relaxes the constraints of the belt.

“Good girl,” she says, quickening her pace even more, “Now, since you love how it feels so much, take it like the good little bitch you are.”

Josie buries her face in her arm, enduring the sudden quickened pace and harder thrusts from Blake. But the strangest thing is that the weird feeling is building even more.

‘Did I...like saying that?’ Josie thinks to herself.

Blake starts moaning even more as her movements gradually get even faster and harder. Josie, hearing her growing moans that are right in her ear, instinctively relaxes her muscles, taking her by surprise. Her arms aren’t as tense as they were, her legs are wobbling beneath her, and most surprising of all, her pussy is now less tense. Blake, noticing Josie’s sudden relaxation says,

“I knew it. You’ve been wanting this all along. You’re just a cock craving, slutty, cum dumpster, aren’t you? You’ve been wanting someone to take your innocence like this, haven’t you? I guess we’ve had you all wrong, haven’t we, Jitterbug?”

Once again, something that would’ve caused her further hurt and humiliation before is having a completely different effect to Josie by fueling the weird feeling. Blake’s words aren’t making her feel dirty or useless. If anything, she wants to...agree. But she contains herself. This is still wrong and she still doesn’t like this. Or, at least, that’s what she’s telling herself.

But her thoughts are interrupted by Blake pulling out of her and leading her to her bed before turning her around and pushing her on it. She then holds Josie’s legs open, staring deep into her eyes as she slides back inside of her, returning to the rhythm that she had on the wall. Josie grips onto the sheets, closing her eyes again.

“No, open them,” Blake demands, “Open your fucking eyes and look at me.”

Josey obeys her command, looking into her amber eyes,

“That’s right,” Blake says in between moans, “You’re gonna look in my eyes while I fuck you. Look at who owns this young little pussy.”

Josie does as told, locking eye contact with Blake. And like everything else, this further fuels the feeling. It’s driving her insane. She doesn’t know how to feel about this. It’s making the feelings of fear, pain, and self-loathing disperse, but she still doesn’t feel good about this. What is this feeling?

Blake brings a hand to Josie’s hair again, pulling it back. She then removes the belt from her neck, giving her an opening to it. She latches onto it, licking, sucking, and gently biting it. Josie gasps at Blake’s attention to her neck. Blake then moves up, meeting face to face with Josie, thrusting as hard and as fast as she possibly can in and out of her. She moans louder and louder with each thrust, grabbing onto Josie’s chest. She then stops her movements and lets out one final moan before shooting her cum deep inside of Josie, filling her to the brim. Josie takes notice of the warmth and consistency of Blake’s cum inside of her. She...doesn’t hate it.

Both girls lay on the bed, catching their breath and looking directly at each other, inches away from each others’ face. Blake then chuckles before saying in between breaths,

“And that...is what happens...when you...keep me up.”

Josie doesn’t respond. She’s too focused on the entire experience she just had. And also what it means. She’s no longer a virgin. Her virginity was snatched away from her. What will she tell her family and friends at home? Will she get pregnant? And that feeling that kept emerging and getting stronger and stronger. What did it mean?

“And there she is,” she hears Blake say, “This little slut right here finally gets what she wanted. Look at how satisfied she looks. That’s the face of a happy little whore.”

Blake brings her scroll to Josie’s face, letting her know that she’s filming her.

“But it’s not over just yet,” Blake continues, “She’s still got more in her. Don’t you, you little whore?”

Before Josie can ask her what she wants from her, she feels a pillow being tossed at her.

“Now, what you’re gonna do is rub your slutty pussy on that soft and fluffy pillow and you’re gonna sleep on it tonight.”

Confused, Josie hesitantly brings the pillow to her pussy, but that’s not good enough for Blake.

“No,” she says, “Put it on the bed and grind your little pussy on it. You can even pretend like you’re riding Weiss if that helps.”

Josie complies with her order, setting the pillow on the bed and slowly straddling it due to the soreness that the previous activity brought on her. She then grinds her pussy back and forth along the pillow, smothering it with the combination of her juices along with Blake’s cum.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Blake says, grabbing her head and sticking her cock in her mouth, while still recording, “Ride it just like that, while you clean off the mess you made. I knew that would be a motivator for you. Such a pathetic cum guzzling bitch. I bet you’re thinking about Yang shoving hers up your slutty ass right now, huh?”

Taken aback by Blake’s insinuation, she gives Blake a look of pure disbelief.

“Oh, you didn’t know, did you?” Blake says, “Every girl here has a cock. Us, Pyrrha, Nora, even Professor Goodwitch has one. You’re the only one here who doesn’t. And guess what. That just makes you a primary target for more of this. I bet that really gets you drooling, doesn’t it? Knowing that everyone you know wants to fuck your tight little holes, while you beg for more? It’s better than anything you ever could’ve imagined, isn’t it?”

Josie takes her time to fully process this new information. Everyone has one of these. And they all want her. But her shock, her fears, her feelings of discomfort, all of it is overshadowed by that weird feeling returning to her at the thought of it all.