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Despite the fact that Beacon was a school for Huntresses and Huntsmen in training, and everything primarily focused upon that particular goal, there were clubs that students could join for relaxation during off periods and days, since it was necessary for anyone, civilian or not, to have ways to mentally relax. It was even more important for Huntsmen in Training, because if they weren’t of sound mind, they would easily fall as prey to the Grimm, or the bleakness of their careers could send them into a depressive spiral and their own demons would consume them.

To help counter this, there were also support groups for the students. From ones that dealt with victims of depression, to those who were dealing with feelings of isolation, to those who were victims of bullying or other abuses, Beacon had them all.

But, there was one support group that only a select group that was more…mysterious than the others. There were certain rules and regulations that were required to join.

Rule One: First Rule of FABJA is, you do not talk about FABJA.

Rule Two: Second Rule of FABJA is, you do not talk about FABJA!

Rule Three: The potential members must be futa. No males allowed.

Rule Four: The meetings would only take place a few times a month, in different locales every time. To ensure people who needed to come didn’t miss their chance, every member would be texted when the next meeting place was chosen.

Rule Five: The meetings would only take place late at night, long after curfew. To ensure that this didn’t cause problems for class schedules, meetings only took place on either weekends or holidays.

Rule Six: No matter what rivalries members have outside of the Support Group, they had no place within it. All were equal here. All jealousy was also left at the door.

Rule Seven: Under no circumstances, were they to even let a whisper of the support group be heard by Joan Arc.

Why these rules, and why make sure that Joan Arc didn’t know about what this support group in particular, when she was well known to go to all of them at least once monthly, bringing baked goods or just offering support?

It was because this specific support group dealt with her specifically. Not in a bad way, as every member would attest that Joan was the sweetest, kindest person at Beacon…

…but…well, the subject matters of the meetings were things that the members would very much appreciate Joan never finding out.

What type of Support Group was this? A special one, aptly named “Futas Affected By Joan Arc”, or FABJA when they needed to speak of the group in public or around others.

Tonight happened to be another meeting between several members of FABJA, and as the day waned on, those who needed to speak tonight started getting more and more antsy. Two in particular were more eager to speak than the others, needing to vent over what had happened.

Late That Night…

One by one, sometimes in pairs, members of FABJA filtered into the room that had been chosen for their meeting place that night, Glynda Goodwitch’s Combat Class classroom. There were some absences this month, but plenty had still arrived for this meeting.

They were all in their night clothes, but that was par tthe course of those who attended these late night meetings. Why be in day dress when it was so late and when they left they would immediately be going back to bed?

One by one, the members of the support group sat in the arena, on cushions, water and fruit by each spot for refreshments.

One by one, members sat down. Cinder Fall. Emerald Sustrai. May Zedong, Arslan Altan. Reese Chloris. Ciel Soliel. Ruby Rose. Weiss Schnee. Blake Belladonna. Pyrrha Nikos. Velvet Scarlatina. Neon Katt. Coco Adel. All of them took seats in the circle and were silently waiting for what was to come.

“Good evening everyone, and thank you for coming to another meeting of Futa’s Affected By Joan Arc.” Pyrrha, as Support Group president, spoke up. “I know we have all had a long month since our last meet up, and we all likely have stories we need to share, but there are two of us that need to go first.” the redhead nodded to both Blake and Coco, who both flushed as they were put on the spot, both looking away, although both of their sleep clothes tented outwards as they obviously recounted what had happened to both of them.

“Which of you would like to go first? Blake? Coco?” Pyrrha offered, looking between the two, knowing that both of them had very intense stories of the incidents that had happened to them. She glanced to the side, seeing the towels that she had brought in case someone came…again.

Sighing, her bow twitching, Blake began to speak, keeping her eyes on her lap. “My…my experience…took place in Port’s class, so in case you’re wondering, that might be why its not well heard.” she looked up to see them all nodding, giving her looks of empathy, something that was surprising from Cinder and Emerald, among others. But even they adhered to the rules while in the Support Group. What was said here, stayed here.

Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, Blake began to talk, recounting her experience.

~

Blake fought to stay awake while in Port’s drier-than-the-Vacuoan-Desert class, his speech about something or other that he did when he was younger (how many years ago was that now?) had already gotten most of the class under his thrall, leaving very few awake. Among those were herself (miraculously, and pretty much only through her book being open before her), Weiss, Pyrrha, and Joan.

Glancing up from her book, golden eyes peeked over at the sunflower blonde, her blue eyes staring forward with rapt attention, even though the subject matter was the most boring thing she could ever remember hearing about. She was honestly jealous; she couldn’t bear to listen for fear of falling asleep, much less take notes as vividly as she was doing.

Glancing down, she found herself swallowing hard as she saw Joan’s large bust bouncing and swaying slightly as she moved her hand across the paper, making her penis twitch in her tight pants.

Forcing her eyes quickly away, she turned her attention to her book, hoping that Ninja’s of Love would help distract her.

It would, but unfortunately, not in the way that she wanted, as she had reached a steamier scene: a scene of sexual interrogation between Brehanna, leader of the Aquaharian Empire Royal Guard, and Jeronha, the buxom leader of the Aquaharian Resistance.

Currently, Jeronha was stripped naked and bound up tight with ropes, her large breasts bound and her arms and legs tied together behind her back, forcing her spine to arch, making her bust bulge forwards, the large mounds capped with fat nipples pointing directly forwards, the dusky tan of them standing out starkly against the milky skin.

“Are you willing to talk, Jeronha?” Brehanna asked, her voice a soft husk as she gently crouched before her bound adversary, smiling indulgently. “We don’t have to be enemies, you know~” her voice was sultry purr, dripping with promise.

The buxom blonde was blushing fiercely, though she stared defiantly, irregardless of her nudity. “And betray my cause? My people!?” her face, beautiful as it was, was pulled into a rictus of disdain as she glowered at her. Which honestly would have been more intimidating had she not been naked.

But Brehanna was undeterred, laying her hands on the curvy woman’s shapely hips, her thumbs rubbing the pronounced bone of her hips, before sliding her hands up her curvy body and moving towards her breasts.

“If you give in, I assure you, we will fold the resistance back into our people…no more blood has to be spilled~” Brehanna’s voice was soft and seductive, even as her hands neared the massive breasts that captured her attention. “But…I suppose some time between us can help you realize the benefits of joining back up with us…”

And so it began, Blake teasing Joan’s breasts, playing with fingers, feathers, brushes, pulling and ‘milking’ her teats, acting as though she was drawing milk from the massive mounds as she toyed.

“Joan~” Blake cooed, cupping the sinfully large breasts, staring at the blonde who was flushed with arousal, her core and thighs glistening with dew as she trembled with repressed emotion. “Just give in, my dear~” she purred, fingers working to begin flicking the fat, swollen nipples of her prisoner back and forth, up and down, side to side, making the bound woman mewl in pleasure as she strained within her restraints.

Blake switched her tactics up, bouncing the heavy mounds in her palms as she watched the blonde’s face go from pleasured, to hiding it, to pleasured again. “Welll~” Blake drew out the word, pressing her rival’s fat tits together until her nipples touched and poked together. “I suppose I’ll have to make my point another way~” she purred, her ears twitching as she leaned down, opening her mouth and capturing the fat nubs in her mouth-

RRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!!!!

Blake jerked out of her fantasy as the bell rang, slamming her book shut in a panic as she looked around wildly, hoping that no one saw her fantasizing…or the strained bulge in her skirt underneath the table.

Realizing just how hard she was, Blake knew she couldn’t get up, otherwise…well, she’d want to hide in her bed for the rest of her time in Beacon to try and get over the shame.

“Come on, Blakey! Let’s go to lunch! Need to get energy after that stamina drain…” Yang said, yawning loud enough her jaw popped, having been woken by the ring. Blake shrugged her partner’s hand off. She couldn’t let her parnter drag her out looking like this! The puns…she shuddered from the thought alone.

“I’ll be right along, Yang. I have something I need to do first!” she knew that she must look strange, due to the look that her partner gave her, but thankfully, Yang let it go and she nodded, before walking away, eager to be free from the classroom of hell, leaving Blake thankfully alone, and able to focus on just allowing her cock to calm from that intense fantasy she had involving her and Joan roleplaying as characters from her volume of Ninjas Of Love.

She really had to avoid thinking about the beautiful blonde for a while though, how turned on she made faunus wasn’t healthy!

“Blake? Are you okay?” golden eyes popped open and her head jerked in shock as she saw Joan standing next to her, looking at her worriedly. “You’re flushed. Do you have a fever?” Blake swallowed hard in pure horror as Joan leaned forwards, her hand stretched out, before she yelped and fell.

Blake watched in horror as in almost slow motion, Joan fell down, chest first, directly onto her lap. Her eyes rolled up and a silent breath of sorrow escaped her mouth, before-

Pleasure .

~

“...I don’t remember what happened after that, I just know I woke up in Nurse Mercy’s office.” Blake said, her face flaming red, her sleeping kimono tented as she remembered that wonderful deep pleasure that had filled her.

Velvet blushed darkly, her rabbit ears twitching madly. “...Joan carried you. Bridal. It was cute.” she said, making the feline faunus’s eyes go wide, before she groaned and buried her face in her hands, her humiliation complete.

Pyrrha coughed into her hand, a pinkness to her cheeks as she imagined the scenario, only with herself in Blake’s place as was lovingly carried off. “W-Well, that’s Blake’s story, now, Coco also has a tale to tell, don’t you?” she asked, looking at the beret wearing fashionista.

Coco huffed slightly as she settled into her spot, all eyes turning to her. While she normally loved it, thrived on it even, in this situation, it made this all the more embarrassing…but she would persevere.

“My interaction with Joan takes place in Vale…I was at one of the little boutiques there…”

~

Coco hummed to herself as she perused the racks, her eyes going over the hanging clothes with a critical eye. They were of great quality, that was for sure, but nothing screamed out at her, “This is me!”, leaving her to ponder whether she should leave and come back another day.

However, she was pulled from her thoughts as the door jingled, making her look up, her eyebrow quirking when Joan Arc, one of the few she wouldn’t expect to ever enter an establishment such as this, entered, looking a bit flustered.

“Hello? Sarah? It’s Joan!” her other eyebrow rose to join its sibling as she heard Joan use the familiar address for the woman even she, a long time and very frequent buyer from Indigo’s Intimates, wasn’t allowed to do. That screamed juicy details. And also a potential opprotunity for a discount if she played her cards right~

“Oh, hello, Joan dear! How are you?” Coco’s mouth nearly dropped (she was spared that ignobility due to the fact that she had developed quite the poker face over her previous year at Beacon) as she heard the woman being friendly with Joan (granted, that wasn’t too much of a shock, the blonde was practically sunshine incarnate) when she was stoic at best with anyone else.

“I’m doing well, thank you! How is your daughter? Is she engaged yet?” the blonde entered and moved past her (she was hidden somewhat by the tall racks, so it could be forgiven) and embraced the older woman like family.

“Oh yes, the young man finally popped the question a few weeks ago!” Joan ‘squeed’ and clapped her hands excitedly, making the woman smile indulgently, patting her on the shoulder. “Now, I know you’re probably here to check on your order…yes dear, its ready. Let’s go and see if it fits you correctly.”

Coco watched as the store owner guided Joan by the shoulder to the back fitting room, the Custom Fitting room, a room she had yet to be in due to the cost of a custom made Indigo brand clothing item, the pair vanishing behind the curtain.

Coco stared at the curtain with laser focus and precision, her ears hearing faint shuffling and the voices of both Joan and Miss Indigo as they spoke to one another.

“...material did you use?” Joan’s voice, faint and barely heard, was just audible to Coco’s ears. That left Coco wondering, too. A lot of materials could be used, but they differed for whatever garment that was being made.

“Taking into account your measurements, I kept it light, but strong. Mistralian Silk mixed with lace from Vale, an easy clasping hook from Vacuo, ice dust treated cup linings to keep you cool, and elastic from Menagerie to ensure that it will flex and move with your body rather than be too stiff or chafe. I know you’re sensitive, Joan dear.”

Coco’s breath hitched and cock twitched, knowing that she meant a bra from the description, and the expense was something incredible. It had materials from all four kingdoms and menagerie! That bra alone probably cost more than her entire current wardrobe!

“...thanks…its really embarrassing to keep having to get new bras because of my boobs are too big and sensitive…” Joan sounded incredibly embarrassed, and Coco heard the soft chuckle of the older woman.

“Maybe so, but when you get yourself a lover, you’ll find a new appreciation for them~” the older woman cackled as Joan squeaked loudly. “Now, enough of that, dear. Try it on properly and we can see if adjustments need to be made.”

Coco watched intently, her cock throbbing as she heard more prominent shuffling, her mind easily conjuring up the images of the busty Arc unclipping her bra, letting those massive breasts that everyone had been trying their hardest to see during the months that she had been at Beacon.

How big were they actually? How large were her nipples? What color were they? She swallowed the saliva that had pooled in her mouth as she imagined seeing the girl topless. She knew that Velvet was crushing on her hard, but hey, there was no harm in admiring…and maybe they could swing a threesome, right?

She was pulled from her thoughts upon hearing a noise of elation. “It fits perfectly! I can even turn and twist and it doesn’t cut into my boobs or dig into my back! Its wonderful!” the joyous tone in Joan’s voice actually made Coco pause, before she redoubled her stare, intent on seeing what she looked like.

And she got what she wished for.

With a quick swipe, the curtain moved back, revealing Joan, naked from the waist up bar the bra she was wearing. And it was a masterpiece of crimson with bronze accents. It hugged her impossibly large breasts, raising them up into a nice shelf of flesh that were beautifully cased. Her nipples were fully covered (sadly, meaning that those mysteries would need to be solved another day) and the skin of her breasts was completely unblemished.

“That’s good, dear! I still have more material, would you like some others made?” Miss Indigo asked as she made her way out of the dressing room.

Then, Joan followed. The first step started the chain reaction, the massive mounds wobbling and bouncing lewdly, almost impossibly for something so perky.

A chain reaction started in Coco too, making her groan as her balls suddenly ejected everything within them, staining her pants embarrassingly.

A startled squeal and furious sound filled her ears, letting her know she had been found.

~

Coco sighed, tugging her beret down to hide her eyes. “And that’s what happened. I’m now banned from the boutique, and other stores look at me suspiciously when I enter…” she grumbled.

Pyrrha coughed into her hand again as all of them shifted, each imagining Joan in the bra that was described. She did as well, since crimson and bronze were her colors. Maybe Joan was saying something?

She shook her head. “Thank you, Coco, for your story. It looks like the meeting time is up for the night, I will text you all about our next meeting time and place soon. Stay strong, everyone.”

One by one, every member of the group rose from their seats and made their way out towards their dorms, pitching tents all the way back.

Chapter Text

Another night, another meeting of Futas Affected By Joan Arc. One by one, the members that could attend this meeting entered the room and sat down. Lian Ren, this particular meetings “Chairman” (since both Nora and Pyrrha were both staying with Joan tonight to ensure that she didn’t notice her missing) looked over those that had arrived.

First was May Zedong, her team leader’s god sister, a girl who was even shyer than Joan weas, somehow. Out of all those who constantly showed up for the meetings, Lian, Nora, and Pyrrha were most well acquainted with her, as Joan constantly invited her into the dorm for ‘sleepovers’ (Joan had revealed that with such a large family, she was rather unused to being alone at night, and May was the same) and they had learned a lot about her…including that she deeply loved Joan, the same way that the three of them did.

Second was Velvet Scarlatina, a kind, sweet, and incredibly nervous rabbit faunus that had a slightly embarrassing tendency to embarrass herself around Joan in some manner or another, the most prominent of which was during “The Day Of The White Sea” when she had accidentally crashed into her team leader and came due to Joan sitting on her face…Lian still wasn’t sure if she should be jealous or not about that.

Next was Cinder Fall, another faunus, her animal traits being of the Horse variety, leaving her having to have a longer skirt in her uniform and to use a belt to keep her cock from flipping her skirt at the best of times to keep potential obscenity down. She also had a rather intense rivalry with Pyrrha, but per the rules set down in the charter, they were to be left outside.

Next was her constant partner Emerald Sustrai, a girl that was her rival, due to reasons that she wouldn’t bother with right now, but the dark skinned beauty with exotic green hair and red eyes tended to gravitate towards Joan and liked spending her free time with her.

Reese Chloris was number four of the meeting, and Lian honestly didn’t know much about her or her partner, Arslan Altan, although she knew a bit more about the dark skinned member of Team ABRN due to Pyrrha having mentioned that Arslan had always attempted to defeat her back in Mistral during the tournaments, but never could.

The sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth arrivals were Team NDGO. Nebula Violette, Dew Gayl, Gwen Darcy, and Octavia Ember had a rather…negative (although Dew was apparently pleasant to be around when not with her teammates) reputation in Beacon, as they generally went out of their way to attempt to bully or torment some of the students, three of which were in this room. May, Velvet, and…

The last and final arrival for the night was Ruby Rose herself. The leader of Team RWBY was always so nervous that even though she was a rival for Joan’s affections, none of them could be too angry with her. After all, Joan had been the first to reach out to her in Beacon.

“Welcome everyone, to the latest meeting of FABJA. I truly hope that everyone has been having a good time since our last meeting?” she asked, getting some muted nods and murmurs from those present, making her nod, before she cleared her throat. “Tonight, the entirety of Team NDGO has asked to speak, as all of them were affected by Joan.” there was a simultaneous wince from everyone else at the meeting as they remembered vividly how cataclysmic it was when more than one person was hit at a time.

…the less said about Joan’s decision to exercise in that outfit, the better.

There was a moment of silence, before Nebula broke the silence, taking a deep breath. “It…it began after we had finished training one night…it had gotten rather late…”

~

Octavia stretched her arms over her head, groaning as the burn of her muscles became noticeable. “Ah…we really trained a long time, didn’t we?” she asked, looking around to her teammates.

Gwen was fanning her face and rubbing her stomach with her free hand, having taken a blow to the abdomen during training; even with aura she still felt the impact of the blow. “Ouch…you’re definitely getting stronger, Dew…” she grumbled.

Said student was wiping her forehead, her nose wrinkling as she saw her hand coated in sweat. “Sorry about that, Gwen. Didn’t mean to hit you that hard.” she replied, wincing as she pulled away her shirt form her abdomen, making a disgusted face as it fell back to her skin with a slick noise. “Ew…” she whined.

Nebula chuckled, “Come on, guys. It’s late. Let’s grab a hot shower and bunk down for the night. We can relax tomorrow, its Saturday.”

Dew cheered, happy to have a day off. She could finally go and talk to the sweet girl named Joan Arc, hopefully getting to know her better without her teammates getting in the way and making things more awkward or giving her a bad reputation due to association thanks to their bullying attempts!

The team set the training arena back the way they found it and made their way out into the hallways of Beacon, towards the locker rooms and communal showers, each looking forwards to a hot soak and then a nice long sleep.

As they walked down the hallway towards the showers, they could faintly hear water coming from the showers, making Octavia frown. “Seriously!? Who would use the showers at this time!?” she scowled, before her expression smoothed out. “I wonder who it is…maybe someone who needs to learn their place~?” her amused expression was mirrored by Gwen, who chuckled.

“Wonder who we have to kick out…too bad its so late, we could make sure that they learned their place by stealing their clothes and towels~” she laughed, already imagining the embarrassment whoever in the showers would face as they were forced to streak through the school in order to find their clothes or get back to the dorms.

None of them saw Dew shaking her head with a frown, inwardly thankful she woudn’t have to leave and find an alibi quickly as they approached the showers.

As they neared the doors, the water shut off and they heard movement and shuffling around as they came closer.

Right as they reached the door, it opened, releasing a head of steam out into the air, and allowing them to hear who had been using the showers at this time of night.

“Really, Joan!? You knew you were going to be showering after training, so why, oh why, did you forget to bring a towel to dry yourself off afterwards? You know better!”

Like a vision of beauty, Joan Arc emerged from the steam with a pout on her face, holding a bundle of clothes in her arms, her hair wet and shining, her skin glistening beautifully underneath the fluorescent lighting, her clothes…sticking to…her body, clinging most wonderfully to her form.

Four sets of eyes widened, four mouths went dry, and four bulges became incredibly apparent in their bottoms as they stared at the vision of beauty before them.

Joan reached up, wiping the excess water from her forehead, the act making her bountiful bosom bounce, sway, and jiggle, meaning that she wasn’t wearing a bra. In the most perverted sanctums of their minds, all four would swear that they heard a ‘boing, boing, boing’ as the large swells moved in an almost hypnotic fashion.

Even worse, they were all jealous of the fact that some of the more obvious water drops that were making their way down her body, like the one that trailed down her cheek just by her lips, and the one that made all four of them twitch in their pants, the one that trailed down the hollow of her neck and vanished into her cleavage.

Looking up, Joan blushed brightly, pulling the clothes in her arms more against her chest, both making the four mourn at the loss of the chance to see if her nipples would bleed through her top, but enjoying the squish and bulging of her breasts due to her arms. “Ah…” Joan chuckled softly, her blush deepening as she seemed to hunch in a bit on herself, visibly embarrassed. “Sorry! I was taking a shower and then only after I was done did I realize that I didn’t have a towel with me and-” the next moment was what tipped all four over the edge with no chance of recovery, as on edge as they were.

Joan’s shifting made a small piece of fabric fall to the floor between them, and all five glanced down at the same time to see that what had fallen out and landed on the floor was a pair of innocent white panties lying perfectly on the floor as though intentionally placed there.

There was a long moment of silence, before Joan squeaked loudly, diving down and grabbing the undergarments, allowing all four of them to get a wonderful, expansive view of her creamy cleavage, the massive mounds moving and undulating in the tightly clinging fabric as Joan frantically scooped up her panties and shuffled her clothing, her bra trying to reach freedom as well, a strap and one massive cup spilling from the bundle of clothes.

“SORRY! I’LL TALK TO YOU ANOTHER TIME!” Joan cried out, standing and rushing away, a wave of her freshly showered scent hitting them, giving them something to enjoy as they all collapsed to their knees, cupping themselves as their balls unloaded into their pants, wet stains forming on their clothes.

~

Everyone was blushing hard, tents in every skirt and pair of pants or shorts, dark spots from their pre flowing out of their balls.

“The cup was big enough to bury your face in…” Dew whimpered, covering her lap as the dark stain slowly spread outwards.

“Umph~!” Velvet squeaked, drawing her legs up to hide her dick, while Cinder was forced to attempt to strangle her own cock in an effort to calm it, which had slipped free from its belt and was pointing up like an obscene spear.

Lian cleared her throat, somehow managing to look serene even though her sleeping gown was obscenely tented, the bulge quivering from her own arousal.

“Yes…thank you for sharing, all four of you. I know it had to have been-” Lian blinked and realized her next choice of words was going to be very poor, so she switched tack, “...not easy. Let us break for the night and deal with our…frustrations, shall we?” she said calmly, getting a rapid nod from everyone, as everyone rapidly stood and began to hobble out, each of them looking pained and in desperate need of release.

As Ruby rushed out in a flurry of rose petals, Lian sighed, looking down at her lap. She could only hope that Nora would still be awake and be willing to offer her a ‘hand’ so she could sleep properly tonight…

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It was time again, with members of FABJA arriving for a meeting. This one was headed by Nora Valkyrie, the curvy and energetic hammer wielding shortstack of Team JNPR. Nora was wearing her short shorts that clung to her lower half, almost being swallowed by her ass and settling snugly against her cock and balls, her ‘Boop’ t-shirt stretched across her chest, holding her breasts snugly and showcasing her lack of bra, her nipples bleeding through her thin top.

But Nora didn’t notice, or if she did, she didn’t care. She had little bodily shame after years on the road with Renny, actually enjoying the fact that her team were all futa (bar Joan) so she could lounge naked when she wanted. But that was neither here nor there at the moment.

She was leading the group tonight as Renny needed some rest from some…fun…they had earlier to prepare her for the meeting tonight, and Pyrrha had been grabbed and stuck being Joan’s teddy bear tonight…not that Pyrrha minded, beyond the incredible erection she was stuck sporting as Joan spooned up against her back.

Shaking herself free from the mental image before she gave herself an erection, Nora looked over the group that had arrived today.

May-May was here, the busty godsibling of their team leader and one of they shyest people she had ever met…also one of the only people to have boobies bigger than hers or Pyrrha’s…though they still were smaller than Joan’s chest planets. And no, that was not an exaggeration! Anyone she asked would agree those mounds had their own gravitational field!

Next to her was Velvet, the sweet and shy member of CFVY who was dressed in a loose pair of shorts and a loose tank top that did little to hide her surprisingly large bust and her bubbly rear…never mind how big her balls were, the large spheres bulging out the front of the material.

Ruby was here as well, fidgeting as she kicked her feet back and forth nervously as she waited for the group to start.

The skater girl Reese was here, one of her feet drawn up and resting on the seat of the chair she was using, looking relaxed for the moment. Time would only tell if it would last, considering what they were all here for.

Next to her, sat Arslan, the girl who apparently had fought Pyrrha several times back in Mistral and had a form a rivalry with her, dressed in her own pajamas, her legs crossed and her arms folded over her chest.

On Arslan’s other side was Neon, the actually fun cat faunus to be around, sitting in a surprisingly feminine pink nightgown, modified for cat faunus, her tail swishing about behind her. Her hair was also loose from its almost trademark ponytails, falling free around her shoulders.

Weiss was here again, the white haired member of Team RWBY was dressed in her normal nightgown, hunched over and looking uncomfortable at the fact that she was here. And while Nora didn’t like how she had treated her Team Leader for as long as she did, she understood the fact that she was finally just learning about herself. And if Joan was willing to still give her a chance, she would as well.

…she still didn’t like her that much, or several others in the room, since they were all threats to “Operation: Juniper Berries”.

Last but not least, were the biggest threats to said operation (not counting May-May or Velvet, since they had both known Joan for longer than any of them): the three female members of CMEN: Cinder Fall, Emerald Sustrai, and Neopolitan Torchwick.

All three of them were constant threats, who wanted nothing more than to take Joan from them and keep them to themselves.

But, she had to be polite, following the rules and how this Support Group was run. So she would be, no matter how much it rankled!

Clearing her throat, Nora looked over everyone and cleared her throat. “Okay, everyone! Welcome to the next meeting of FABJA!” she chirped, rocking back and forth on her seat as she gained the attentions of the group before her. “Now, I know that someone here has had an experience with ‘Joan Exposure’ and needs to vent. Who is speaking tonight?” Nora bit back a frown as she saw Emerald raise her hand, a blush on her cheeks as both Cinder and Neo placed a hand on each of her shoulders in a form of camaraderie.

“I…I am…” Emerald muttered, her face having a healthy glow form, despite her darkened skin. “My story begins a little while ago, before Halloween…”

~

“Thanks for coming with me, Emerald! No one was able to come with me to this haunted house!” Joan bounced in place, her bouncing being very distracting to a great many people, yet the blonde being completely, utterly, frighteningly oblivious to how her tits and ass bouncing, even restrained as they were, was making people fall over, walk into walls and other solid objects, get slapped by their lovers, and all other manners of embarrassing injury.

Despite knowing that she was going to be likely very bored (after all, a Hunter in Training saw so much worse than any civilian Haunted House could ever dream up), Emerald smiled. Being with Joan would make it all worthwhile, no matter how boring it was to her. She got to spend time with her crush, and just maybe rub it into the faces of Valkyrie, Nikos, and Ren at the fact that she was the one who got to share this with her…

As they bought their tickets and entered, Emerald hummed as she already knew that it was going to be boring…

~

Well, Emerald was partially right. The trappings of the Haunted House were incredibly dull, barely passing the ‘Meh’ level of her personal fright meter, but she somehow managed to forget one very important thing that she shouldn’t have forgotten:

Joan did not take jump scares well.

“EEK!” Joan jumped again as a ‘body’ fell from the ceiling, attached to a noose, swinging and ‘blood’ dripping down from his body and pooling onto the floor. But Emerald didn’t notice that at all. No, her eyes were glued to the fact that Joan’s breasts had jumped so high that they nearly smacked the blonde in the face, swinging around in such a way that Emerald wondered what good the bra she was wearing was, and why wasn’t the girl in pain with her breasts moving like that?

Emerald was pulled from her thoughts as Joan slammed a hand to her bouncing chest, her palm squishing into her cleavage, panting loudly, blushing hard as she glanced around rapidly, looking for more scares.

Emerald was thankful she wasn’t looking down, since she’d receive quite the fright from the angry bulge in her skirt. Thankfully, she had done a ‘Cinder’ and just in case of Joan being…well, Joan, she had used a ribbon to loosely tie her cock to her thigh, where her shaft was currently straining. She was also thankful for the darkness, as it hid the shiny trail of precum drooling down her leg.

“It’s okay, Joan.” she comforted as best she could, taking the girl’s hand and enjoying the warmth of it as she carefully led her to the next room.

It wasn’t any better honestly, as much as Emerald wished.

“AAAAHHHH!!!” Emerald’s eyes widened, the wine red orbs nearly popping out of their sockets as Joan leapt into her arms, wrapping her arms around her neck and yanking her head down into the heavenly softness and immense warmth of her chest, the sweetness of her scent permeating her lungs.

Her cock throbbed and shot a massive spurt of precum down her leg, Emerald feeling her soak getting wet as her precum soaked into it. Her balls throbbed, but Emerald held herself back by sheer force of will. She wasn’t gonna cum from this! She wasn’t going to have Joan think of her as a pervert! She knew enough of them already!

Despite her cock pumping out her precum at a steady rate, the sticky secretion slopping down her thigh and leg in a fashion that would be humiliating when she got outside, Emerald managed to crane her head up and walked. This was the last room, once they left, they’d be in the outside lot and she wouldn’t have to worry about cumming while Joan was in her arms!

As they stepped out into a thankfully empty end lobby, the room filled with fake blood and corpses and the like, Joan slowly hopped down from Emerald’s arms. “S-Sorry for being such a scaredy-cat, Emmy…and thank you for coming with me.”

Emerald’s world was enveloped in softness again as Joan hugged her tightly, her head being pulled down into her (sadly covered) cleavage with a soft whisper of “Thank you” entering her ear.

SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT! Emerald shook in Joan’s hold as her cock erupted, her white cum mixing with the fake blood and paint on the floor.

~

“...and that’s what happened…” Emerald had her face buried in her hands, but everyone could see the warm glow of her blush.

…and the massive, leaking tent in her shorts. Though no one was spared that, some being more embarrassing than others, like Neon’s nightgown showing very clearly that her dick was feline as well, having barbs that clung to the fabric, and Reese’s cock slipping out of the leg of her shorts, the pink head glistening with precum.

Nora was no exception, her own cock bulging hard, her shaft forcing her shorts away so it had room to slip out. But Nora didn’t bother covering it, everyone here had seen her in the locker rooms, after all!

Clearing her throat, she looked at all of them, feeling a bit of sympathy for the dark skinned girl, even though she hated it. “Thank you for sharing your story, Emerald! Sorry that happened to you, though I think a lot of people are jealous about it.” she certainly was, though there was no way in hell she would admit it! “I don’t know about all of you, but I think I need to ‘relieve some pressure’...and I think everyone else needs to as well!” embarrassed flushes and choked sounds filled the room, but Nora didn’t know why, it was obvious they all needed it!

“Shall we break for this meeting?” upon hearing no denials, Nora nodded. “Okay, have a good night everyone! And hopefully, may your dreams be filled with Joan!” she said standing, and inadvertently shoving her cock out towards everyone.

There were coughs as one by one, the girls rose and, rather swiftly, Nora noted, made their way out towards their dorms, leaving the orangette alone, and with a straining hard on.

She would need to find a way to get this down, since she knew that Renny couldn’t take more tonight…not to mention, she couldn’t wake up Joan. She didn’t want Joan seeing that until they confessed and got her as a girlfriend and lover!

Ah, the struggles of a woman in love…

Chapter Text

It was the holiday season, and an emergency meeting of FABJA had been called, leaving all the members who had got the message wondering what had happened and to who.

This meeting was led once again by Pyrrha, who sat in the chair of the meeting leader, and looking around at all those who had arrived to the meeting today.

Cinder, Emerald, and Neo were sitting next to one another, glancing around as if on edge for some reason. She wouldn’t blame them for it, since the message that she had sent out to all of them was rather vague.

May and Velvet (that was a pair that made her eyebrows move up slightly in surprise) were chatting quietly, and near them Coco and Ciel spoke.

By them, Arslan and Reese were holding hands in solidarity, Neon and Yang (someone who hardly ever came to meetings for one reason or another) snarking at one another, and Ruby being comforted by both Weiss and Blake, both of them rubbing her back gently and whispering soothing words into the girl’s ears. Ruby’s cheeks were as red as her namesakes, practically radiating heat in the small room that they were using this time.

Tonight, Lian and Nora were staying with Joan as she napped, leaving her to lead the group for the night. She didn’t mind, since she knew that it was important for all of those affected by the bundle of beauty that was her partner to vent about it, otherwise they might crack during the day and it would be terrible, either due to Glynda and the other teachers seeing such behavior, or perhaps even worse, Joan seeing them losing control over themselves.

After giving them a few minutes to chat (and to see if any of the other outlying members might come), Pyrrha clapped her hands once to gather their attention.

“Hello again, everyone! I know that the sudden text earlier today must have been startling, especially since our next meeting should be in two more weeks, but we had an emergency earlier today, and someone needs to talk about it very badly before they next see Joan again.

Seeing that she had gotten their attention, Pyrrha turned to the blushing Rose. “Ruby? You have the floor. Tell everyone what happened, and…take your time if you need to.”

Ruby took several deep breaths, glancing up with teary eyes as she glanced around the room, then back at her lap, her hands fisting into her pajama top. “I…it…” she swallowed hard. “It happened earlier today, like Pyrrha said…”

~

“Why are they all turning out bad!?” Ruby wailed. Around her was a massacre. Burnt and misshapen baked goods that should have been cookies but were more akin to thin, petrified, carbonized projectiles were all around her, looking like sacrificial victims to a dark god of some sort.

“I followed the recipe just like mom gave it to me…” she huffed, glancing at it again, for the tenth time in five minutes, to make sure that nothing had changed at all in her slightly messy handwriting, or the notes in the margins. “So what am I doing wrong!?”

Ruby was near ready to pull her hair out, tears of frustration forming in the corners of her eyes. Why was this happening? All she wanted to do was make some cookies to share with her team and Joan’s team! When Weiss had told her that her family had never done that, she had called her mom and spoken at length to get the cookie recipe they always made during the holidays. As for Joan’s team…well, she wanted to give some to her crush, was that wrong?

They should have been soft and chewy, slightly crispy around the edges, and tasting perfectly chocolaty without being overbearing, not lumps of coal that you would find in a stocking!

She buried her face in her hands, whining in anger. Why couldn’t she get this right??

She heard the door to the student kitchens open, and looked up, cheeks going bright red in both panic and mortification as Joan stepped in, humming to herself and carrying a basket full of cooking tools and other items.

Her shame only grew more powerful as Joan paused, her eyes going a bit wide and her head tilting in confusion as she looked at the massive cookie slaughter that she had inadvertently performed. “...hi, Ruby…am I…interrupting something?” the slow question that her crush made just made her want to sink through the floor and vanish.

Somehow, though, she managed to find her voice. “I…I was trying to make cookies…as you can see, it didn’t turn out too well…” she couldn’t keep the sad tone out of her voice, knowing that her crush would see what a failure that she was-

She heard a soft clatter as something was set on the counter, and squeaked as she was pulled into soft arms and against soft pillows, the scent of cherries and vanilla invading her nose. She felt her eyes widen and her cock surge in her panties as she realized what she feeling.

“Hey, it’s okay, Ruby…what kind are you trying to make? I can help you out. I was going to bake some stuff too, so I can help!”

Ruby shuddered, feeling herself leaking precum into her panties already, and praying that it wasn’t noticed by her crush, turned and nodded her head, a shaky smile on her face. “Th-that’d be great , Joan…thanks a lot!” she wouldn’t lie, she was looking forward to spending time with her crush

What’s the worst thing that could possibly happen?

~

“...and with that statement, you doomed yourself, you poor girl.” Cinder sighed, slapping a hand to her face and shaking her head, getting chuckles and firm nods from others in the room as they looked at the blushing Rose, who pouted.

“Believe me, I learned that…fast.” she huffed.

~

Oh, how Ruby regretted her words. After Joan had cleaned the counter of the ‘cookies that shall not be named’, she had set out new pans and trays and checked the oven temperatures. “Ah, there’s one issue, this oven runs about fifty degrees hotter. Its on the list of things to be fixed next month.” Joan opened the door and heat filled the room, “We’ll let the excess heat out for a moment so it can lower a bit.”

Ruby couldn’t help but imagine Joan in a far more domestic setting, with her a few years older, her breasts even larger and stretching out her apron, a little girl with blonde hair in a braid and wide, silver eyes eagerly looking up at her mother, smiling widely and showing off a missing tooth.

Turning towards her, Joan smiled warmly and opened her mouth-

“While that’s going, let’s start the cookie batter. Come here, Ruby!” Ruby was pulled from her thoughts and blushed hard as Joan pat the counter in front of her, moving back and making a gap for her to fit into.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Ruby slipped into the gap, praying to anyone that was listening that she didn’t embarrass herself in front of Joan. She was incredibly thankful for being in front of her though, since it meant that Joan had no way of knowing that her skirt was tented and bulging out due to her surprisingly large cock breaking free of her panties. The reason? Joan’s massive boobs pressing against the back of her shoulders and neck!

“You want to use the ‘creaming method’ when making cookies, Ruby. That’s when you put the butter in the bowl and mix it with sugar. The sugar is hard and will ‘punch’ holes in the butter and make it creamy and smooth.”

Ruby tried to listen, she truly did, but as Joan moved around, stretching and rubbing her boobs up and down the back of her head, neck and shoulders, she was more focused on not blasting every bit of counter surface in front of her with her thick cum. It was especially difficult, and painful, due to the fact that she hadn’t been able to cum in recent days, the final tests before the break and then having little time to herself leaving her no time for release whatsoever.

And it didn’t help at all that the phrase ‘creamy and smooth’ could easily describe many other things, like Joan’s lips, breasts, ass…her pussy. All covered in and leaking her thick, creamy cum.

She barely realized how far along she and Joan were in the process, just enjoying the feeling of Joan’s breasts moving along her neck, back, and her head, barely noticing the dough being finished, then a disher to scoop it out and put the dough on parchment lined baking sheets.

“Oh, Ruby! You got some on your hand!” Ruby blinked out of her peaceful, boob massaged induced trance and glanced down, wondering how she had gotten the rather delicious looking cookie dough on her fingers.

However, she wasn’t prepared for what happened next: Joan grabbing her hand and bringing it up to her face, and sucking her finger into her mouth, plump lips wrapping around her digit .

Her cock throbbed, sticky precum slinging into the cubby underneath the counter, Ruby’s heart hammering in her chest as she felt Joan’s tongue slide over her fingertip, before letting her finger slip from her lips (Ruby mourning the loss of the feeling) and smiling at Ruby innocently, though it seemed so sultry to her.

“Tastes so sweet, I could eat this all day~” Ruby’s felt her heart skip several beats and her head get fuzzy at Joan’s words. She knew that she meant the cookie dough, but the act what she just did made her think of…other things. Her balls churned and she began to panic, praying that she wasn’t about to cum in front of Joan.

“I’ll be right back, Ruby! I forgot something I needed for my Christmas Cake~!” Ruby watched as Joan bounced out of the kitchen, breasts and ass bouncing as well as her own balls, Ruby brutally squeezing her cock to prevent a spontaneous orgasm.

The moment that the door closed, Ruby looked around frantically for someplace to cum, someplace that would be missed, wouldn’t be noticed-

Her free hand lashed out and grabbed an empty bowl, shoving it down and loosening her grip on her shaft.

The resulting orgasm nearly knocked her off her feet as she unloaded her balls into the bowl, the thick creamy white filling it up with loud splats that echoed through the room and her ears.

Panting as her orgasm faded, Ruby panicked again, since she had a new problem now: getting rid of the thick cum in the large bowl before Joan got back!

~

“...and that’s what happened…” Ruby muttered in humiliation, her hands covering her wet lap and tears pricking at the corner of her eyes, quickly grabbing the towel that Yang offered her and putting it over the ejaculation stain.

No one could blame her, since it was obvious that Joan’s actions were still affecting her.

“It’s okay, Ruby…it’s happened to all of us at one point or another.” Pyrrha comforted her, patting her on the shoulder, before looking at everyone. “Let’s call it a night, everyone, its very late.”

As they meeting adjourned and they began to file out, Ruby breathed a silent sigh of relief that no one asked what she had done with the cum.

Upon realizing that there was no time to get rid of her cum, Ruby had performed an act of desperation, since the other choice was Joan realizing how much of a perverted deviant she was: she had grabbed milk and powdered sugar and a whisk and used her semblance to turn her cum into a frosting that she had ended up using to cover the cookies that she had taken back to her dorm.

She had planned on getting rid of them, but before she could do the deed (while weeping in sorrow for the lost cookies she made with her crush), her sister and teammates had seen them, and began eating them.

…she had been forced to duck into the bathroom and empty out another two loads of cum in the shower that night.

She was just thankful that she hadn’t accidentally fed it to Joan…

…after all, if Joan was going to eat her cum, it was going to be knowingly.

Chapter Text

It was early in the morning, hidden in the recesses of rooms of Beacon Academy. It was so early, that fireworks were still being heard faintly through the walls of the Academy, New Year’s Celebrations still ongoing outside. It was that early.

So why were twenty-five young women huddled in the room, covered in cum and shivering, their eyes wild with emotion?

“EMERGENCY MEETING!” Nora cried out, her voice frantic, the front of her clothes soaked in a mix of her and Ren’s cum, making the thin shirt slightly see through, the heavy curves of her breast visible. She took shaky breaths to calm herself as her teammates each placed a hand on her shoulders, making her slowly sink into her seat and Pyrrha, who was calmer, though no less cum covered than any of the rest of them.

“H-Hello, everyone, and welcome to the New Year…unfortunately starting with an emergency meeting of FABJA. Please say hello to our special guests who may become full members; Fiona Thyme and Elm Ederne. Also special guests Saphron Cotta-Arc and Terra Cotta-Arc, who came to visit the cause of our being here.”

There were half-hearted waves and ‘hellos’ but the four couldn’t really blame them for not being the most welcoming. Most of them looked drained, if not only emotionally, but just as physically as they were.

“Since all of us were affected, we will go around the room and everyone will have a chance to speak, though in the case of those who got hit at the same time,” Pyrrha nodded to RWBY, NDGO, her own teammates, Saphron and Terra, Coco and Velvet, Emerald and Neo, Reese and Arslan, Ciel and Neon, Fiona and Elm, “You can pick a representative to speak for you, if you wish.” she saw Ruby sink down in her seat, utter relief on her face.

“I will start, and we can go clockwise around the room.” Pyrrha took a deep breath and closed her eyes, before opening them again, and opening her mouth to speak.

~

Pyrrha hummed to herself as she looked over the party. While she didn’t mind the celebrations, they reminded her too much of the pomp and pony show that was the award ceremonies and receptions of the tournament circuit. She was only here for two reasons: one, for first years, it was Mandatory, and two: she knew that her teammates, her first real friends, were excited for it, and she refused to bring their moods down due to her not liking something.

She sipped her water (having learned very early on to bring your own drinks to celebrations like this, since it was far too easy for things to be spiked. Granted, this was Beacon, so she doubted that anything would happen) as she watched Joan with a smile. The blonde was really into the spirit of the night, drinking several cups of punch and dancing with Nora, Ren, May, Velvet, and even a blushing Ruby.

She couldn’t even feel jealous over the fact that Joan was hugging them close while dancing to the music, since the blonde looked so happy dancing.

She had even gotten a surprise: her older sister and her wife had come to celebrate New Year’s with her. The squeal that Joan released when she saw them made even those who weren’t faunus wince, but they smiled when they saw how animated and happy she was. Her mood was infectious for sure, lifting up everyone else’s mood as well.

Pyrrha herself hoped to be able to speak to Saphron and Terra before they had to leave, and hopefully learn a few things about Joan’s childhood and some of her likes that she wasn’t open about. But now, it was time to enjoy the night. There was still almost an hour before the year switched over.

As the time passed, Pyrrha noticed that Joan appeared a bit more sluggish, but considering the amount of energy that she had been putting into everything, it was easy to understand her getting tired. After the day switched over, she would offer to take Joan back to their dorm and rest… maybe even offer to cuddle with her if that helped.

As the clock ticked down, she saw Joan walk, well more stumble towards her, her cheeks red from a blush. One that Pyrrha mirrored as Joan wrapped her arms around her, pushing her incredible bust against her body, the softness squishing against her, making her traitorous cock swell and throb in her dress. Thankfully she was ‘tied down’, so to speak.

“C’mon, Pyrrha~!” Joan chirped, “Let’s dance~! It’s almost midnight~!” a certain sharp scent hit Pyrrha’s nose, but she was sure that it wasn’t alcohol. After all, why would it be? Where would it have come from?

But as Joan pulled her out onto the dance floor, the thought was lost.

Despite her prior misgivings, Pyrrha found herself incredibly happy and enjoying dancing with her beloved blonde partner. She even forgot the people around them, likely watching them like hawks for one reason or another.

As the last minute of the year began to wind down, both Pyrrha and Joan moved off to the side, Pyrrha blushing as Joan leaned heavily upon her, squishing her massive breasts against her, the pillowy yet still firm mounds dwarfing her own with ease.

As Joan leaned even more upon her, Pyrrha detected the same sharp scent of alcohol that she had trained herself to recognize coming from her partner. But that couldn’t be right…why would Joan have alcohol?

As the final seconds ticked down, she smiled down at Joan, who gave her a wide grin, before-

SMOOCH!

Joan grabbed her by the cheeks and kissed her, wet, sloppy, and forcing her tongue into her mouth, battling it against her own.

SPLLLURRRRTTTT! Pyrrha barely had any time whatsoever to try and calm herself down before her balls were ejecting a massive load down her inner legs as Joan did what she had always dreamed of her doing and kissing her. Sure, it was probably just because of the New Year’s tradition, but Pyrrha was willing to take what she could get!

Although, after a moment, she noticed a taste in Joan’s mouth (her inner horny self squealing with delight at that reminder) that shouldn’t be there. Alcohol.

A thrill of shock filled her, even as Joan moaned pleasurably into her mouth (making another massive jet of cum fly from her cock and splatter on the ground between her legs). Where had her precious partner gotten alcohol!? WHO had given her alcohol!? They would have words! Strong words. With Milo involved.

Unfortunately for her train of thought, Joan’s hands began to roam her sides, making the thoughts of violence and vengeance vanish like wisps of smoke as her cock fired off again due to those slim fingers teasing her body, moving down to her hips, the tips of her fingers just teasing the fat of her rear end…

SPLLLUUUURRTTTT!!! Pyrrha barely managed to keep the scream of pleasure from leaving her as Joan pulled back, smacking her lips. “That was a nice way to ring in the new year~” before she moved back and walked away, those lovely hips swinging like a pendulum before her, leaving the redhead standing in a dress and puddle of her own cum.

~

Pyrrha blushed brightly, her dress having a massive tent in it, more precum drooling through her dress. She didn’t care; as lovely as it was, the dress was a lost cause anyway. “I swear, if I find out who spiked the drinks…” Pyrrha growled. While the kiss was magical, it was tainted due to the fact that Joan had likely done it due to the alcohol she had ingested rather than her own thoughts.

While nothing was said about that, they all agreed with the sentiment, Saphron and Terra especially.

A moment of silence filled the air before Nora spoke up. “She…she came to us after she left you, Pyrrha…”

~

Nora curled up against her girlfriend as she relaxed, simply enjoying the fact that they could celebrate New Year’s safely, and maybe they could after the clock counted down, go back to the dorms and ring in the new year in a more fun fashion~

She knew that Renny was rather backed up, too, so she’d have some fun with her tonight for sure~

She was broken from her musings as she saw Joan make her way over to Pyrrha, probably to get her to dance with her. After all, she had been dancing with just about everyone from her close circle of friends all night. She had seen bulges on everyone who had been dancing with the blonde, who was wearing a stunning blue backless dress that clung sinfully to her form, showing just enough skin to entice, and making all of her body jiggle wonderfully as she danced around with the lucky ones to get her attention.

As the clock wound down, she turned in Renny’s arms, staring up at her girlfriend with a loving smile. She may not be the best at showing it due to her high energy and sex drive, but she did love her girlfriend deeply.

As the seconds ticked down, she cupped the back of Ren’s head and gently tugged her down. “I love you, Renny~” she whispered, pressing her lips to Lian’s as the clock hit midnight.

It was wonderful, warm and fuzzy, and a small part of her mind couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel when she, Lian, Pyrrha, and Joan were all together…

She broke the kiss as she heard someone walking towards them, the tap, tap, tap of flats hitting the waxed ground of the ballroom floor. Looking up, she saw that it was Joan, smiling brightly at them, her cheeks rosy with emotion.

Neither she or Ren had any time to think before Joan grabbed them, inadvertently yanking their heads into her cleavage, filling their noses with her sweet scent, their faces rubbing up against the sinful softness of her exposed skin, their cocks reaching full hardness in seconds and straining against their dresses. Joan murmured something, what she didn’t know, but what Nora did know was that she felt something soft yet firm, almost rubbery in nature was rubbing against her cheek, against her lips, through the thin silk of Joan’s dress, her mind immediately realizing what it was. From the shocked look on her girlfriend’s face, Lian was feeling the same.

Both whimpered as their eyes rolled up, unable to stop the inevitable.

SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURTSPLURTSPLURTSPLURTSPLURT! Both released broken moans and whimpers as they erupted over themselves and each other, their pink and green dresses suddenly gaining a massive amount of white.

As Joan released them from the hug, they both slumped to the floor, wet, sticky, and blushing darkly, both wanting nothing more than to sink into the earth.

Giving each other a glance, they both knew that they would have a story for the next meeting of FABJA.

~

Nora huffed, staring down at her traitorous dick, nearly tearing through her dress, with a glare, though she softened as Lian placed a hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay. No one but us noticed…though that was probably because a lot of them were dealing with their own Joan related problems.”

Ruby looked down at her lap, her hands over the straining bulge, hating the fact that she had such a big cock on her petite body.

Seeing everyone looking at her, she knew that she wasn’t going to get away with not explaining what happened…though she supposed that it was for the best, since keeping it in (she winced at the pun) was only going to make it worse.

~

Ruby had been enjoying the party, even though honestly, her social battery was down to almost nothing and would be the same during the next few days. But it was fun! There were snacks, there was punch…

…there was Joan.

Honestly, the bubbly blonde that she wanted was the only reason she hadn’t faked an injury like Cinder and stayed in her dorm room for the night!

She had managed to even gather the courage to ask Joan for a dance earlier in the night! And Joan had actually agreed ! The dance was incredibly fun, and immensely awkward at the same time.

Fun, because she got to dance with her crush and be close to her, to the point that it felt like there were just the two of them on the dance floor.

Awkward, because due to their height difference? Her face had been pressed against Joan’s gigantus level boobs the entire time, leaving her awkwardly following Joan’s moves due to the massive hard on that her blessedly dense crush didn’t notice, even though it was in danger of poking her.

Curse her (not really) massive dick! She was thankful that she had taken her mother’s advice and worn a condom to catch her precum, the dust enhanced rubber (earth for strength and water to still remain flexible) already catching a sizable amount of the substance, a grapefruit sized orb of the sloshing sticky goo dangling between her thighs, thankfully hidden by her black and red dress.

But now, since the clock had flipped over, she supposed now was as good a time as any to go back to the dorm and let herself socially recharge until class resumed in the next few days.

…and get rid of the condom attached to her without clogging a toilet again. Though that probably wasn’t going to be easy, especially since she needed to handle the hard on that was currently in danger of letting everyone around her see what caliber of rifle she was packing. She shuddered at the thought. It was bad enough that so many saw it during “The Day of the White Sea”, she didn’t even want to think how embarrassing it would be to happen during an event such as this one…

“Hey, Ruby…you going to head to the dorm?” she looked up to see Yang, Blake, and Weiss had made their way towards her, making her smile weakly as she nodded, hoping that they couldn’t tell that she was having issues.

“Saw you got a dance with Joan~ Did you enjoy it~?” Ruby’s cheeks matched both her first and last name as she practically glowed, giving her sister a weak glare from the teasing. Which she did not need while her condom was practically full to bursting from precum alone!

…thankfully, Joan hadn’t managed to make her-

Her world spun as warm arms wrapped around her and she was spun around, her head shoved into a warm, sweet smelling cavern, the steady thump thump thump of a heartbeat telling her where she was, the sweet scent that she had been bathed in for several long minutes earlier in the night telling her who was doing it.

Her tenuous control over her libido snapped, her cock breaking free of the weak band that had kept it against her leg and springing up, slipping between’s Joan’s thighs like it was meant to be there, her angry cannon aimed at her teammates, the condom slipping as more and more precum filled it.

“Happy New Year, Ruby~!” Joan chirped, her voice making the heavenly swells rub against her face, filling several fantasies that she had since she had met the girl.and fulfilling them all. “How about a kiss to celebrate the New Year~?”

Ruby didn’t even get a chance to recover from the shock of being removed from the heavenly swells before her lips were claimed.

And all was bliss, her mind not even registering the screams of her teammates as the condom exploded, hosing the three in her orgasm.

~

Ruby blushed brutally as she looked down at her lap, knowing that everyone was staring at her…and her cum covered teammates. She had orgasmed so hard that she caused the condom to burst, hitting Yang, Blake, and Weiss like a shotgun blast that covered them from head to toe in her thick seed.

She was just thankful that they didn’t get too upset over it…though her passing out after Joan let go and moved off might have something to say about it.

Eager to throw attention off of her (and on some level, her teammates), she gave a pointed glance to Velvet, who’s ears went ramrod straight, before she sighed, looking resigned.

“I…I was with Coco when it happened…”

~

Velvet Scarlatina had thought that the night had gone rather well, if she did say so herself. Why? She had managed to get through an entire social event without panicking, without embarrassing herself, and had even managed to not embarrass Joan when she got to dance with her!

So yes, Velvet was quite sure that it was a good night for herself. Even the skimpy dress that she was wearing (one that just skirted mid thigh, with her only being saved from indecent exposure due to restrictive, dust enhanced panties), of course of which was from Coco, hadn’t been able to lower her mood.

“You gonna go and find your sweet blonde for a New Year’s Kiss?” she blushed brightly as she heard Coco insinuate something that she had honestly hoped for, but wasn’t daring enough to go for.

“I…I’d love to…” Velvet felt no shame admitting this to her partner. After all, getting caught kissing a scroll picture of your crush while you fucked (and subsequently broke) an industrial fleshlight, soaking your bed in your cum destroyed that, “But would she even-” the rabbit faunus was stopped by Coco holding a hand out, her face stern.

“Bun-Bun, you can’t do this to yourself. You’re never going to get the girl if you aren’t proactive!” Coco said firmly, making Velvet huff slightly, since Coco knew that not only did Joan’s teammates always try to stay by her side, but her aunt, Glynda Goodwitch, would likely kill her.

She was about to say just as much to her team leader, but Coco smirked and pointed behind her. “I think you’re about to get your wish~”

Velvet didn’t have time to decipher Coco’s words as a pair of strong arms looped around her stomach and impossibly soft, impossibly big pillows pressed against her upper back, her cock reacting instantly, her cheeks flushing with mortification as her shaft flipped the tiny skirt portion of her dress up, exposing her cock and balls. Thankfully for her dignity, only Coco saw, and Coco saw that on a daily basis in the dorms and showers.

Mortifyingly, Joan was right there, hugging her, actually nuzzling against the back of her neck, and her hands rubbing her belly, unknowing of the fire she was stroking as she did so, her shaft twitching as she began to drool precum before an amused Coco’s eyes.

“Hmm, you’ve been working out, Vel~” Oh gods, that voice was so seductive, it was making her balls go haywire-!

Velvet’s eyes widened as Joan’s arms moved, soft fingers grasping her chin and turning her head, indescribably soft lips touching her own. Velvet sank into the kiss, unable to even care about Coco’s whistle, her heart skipping multiple beats as Joan’s tongue flicked against her lips, her mouth instinctively falling open and allowing it in, letting her tongue tangle with hers, not noticing that doom was creeping up behind her.

“MMMMMPPPPHHH~♥♥!!” Velvet squealed into Joan’s mouth as her hand moved along her ear tenderly, sending feelings of utter bliss through her body, down into her churning, aching balls. Her cock throbbed once, twice, thrice, then erupted.

She barely heard Coco shriek as her expensive silk dress was hosed down with her thick bunny cum, staining and scenting it irreparably.

~

Velvet blushed brightly, playing with her fingers and too embarrassed to look up as she knew that Coco was likely (and understandably) upset with her, though she honestly couldn’t stop herself from what happened earlier that night. “...’msorry…” she mumbled, hiding her face.

Seeing Coco reach out and pat her teammate on her shoulder gently, Pyrrha gestured to the next person in order to talk, which was Emerald, since Neo couldn’t talk right now, not wearing her Hypervoice prosthetic.

The verdette sighed and folded her arms over her cum soaked chest, leaning back. “Well, it was honestly very embarrassing for both of us…and Melanie and Miltiades would be here, but they’re in the hospital wing. Their semblance went completely haywire on them.” she muttered, Neo nodding rapidly, her smaller form soaked in the musky substance.

~

Emerald sipped her cup of punch as she, Neo, and the Malachite twins watched the party unfold around them. None of them were really into it, seeing it childish, but they could see it’s charms…particularly one named Joan Arc as she skillfully danced along the floor with a few lucky girls. Ranging from her partner, to the shy rabbit faunus from the year above them. She listened with half an ear as the twins argued with themselves, and Neo.

“Come on…we’ve been working hard! We just want one dance!” Melanie argued, Miltiades keeping her eyes on Joan, but obviously listening to the conversation.

Neo firmly shook her head, her hypervoice clicking on as she spoke. “One dance where you hose the girl down in your cum and are mocked for the rest of the time at the school? Where the girl you want to spend time with avoids you for being perverts?” Emerald saw both of them flinch, the words hitting home. Neo’s face softened. “I’m not saying this to be cruel to either of you; I honestly want you two to be happy, but you both are still too sensitive.”

Emerald actually felt a pang of sympathy as both the twins’s faces fell, before Neo sighed, the sound mechanic and raspy through her prosthetic. “I’m not saying you can’t go and wish her ‘Happy New Year’, but you have to mitigate contact…you’re doing much better than you were before, it actually takes more than some teasing to get you to chain react now~” both twins coughed and blushed, looking away from her.

Hearing footsteps, Emerald turned to see the person the three had been talking about, and her cock surged in her dress as she took in what the blonde was wearing. How had she been allowed her wearing something that low cut!? And backless at that!?

A whimper entered her ears, and she couldn’t tell if it was one of the twins, Neo, or herself that made the shameful sound.

Every step that Joan made towards them made her wobble wonderfully, her tits jiggling, barely held by the thin material of her dress. She didn’t notice; honestly, the girl never noticed her outrageous body, or what it did to those around her.

“Hey, girls~!” she chirped as she bounced on the spot, completely unaware that said bouncing was making her tits swing around like mad, a muted whap, whap, whap filling the air around them as the silk wrapped mounds clapped against one another. Emerald’s mouth went dry; the whimper she heard was in stereo she knew came from the twins, and she didn’t blame them.

Her own mind was traitorously going through scenarios of what else could make her breasts clap together like that.

“Happy New Year~!” she chirped, completely oblivious to her chest wobbling madly and igniting the fire in all four of their libidos, :”Can’t stay long, wanna say the same to a few others, and talk to my sisters, but~”

It happened so fast. One moment, Joan was standing before the next, Melanie and Miltiades were both hugged tightly and kissed in the lewdest three way kiss they had seen, even with all the porno that all of them had watched.

Emerald and Neo stared in resigned dread as the twins’ eyes rolled up in their heads, their bodies twisting, seeing the cocks bulging out towards them, knowing what was about to happen-

Both barely managed to close their eyes as the twins erupted, blowing through their dresses and showering them in their cum, thankfully missing their faces.

~

Emerald wiped some of Neo’s cum off of her face. “It didn’t help that we both popped off when she kissed us, too…” she sighed, before looking to the side, to stare at May and NDGO, the former glaring at the latter four.

May was a mess, covered in cum, and the glare that she was giving the four other members of Shade Academy would have killed them if she had had the possibility to do so. They, too, were covered in cum, but far less than how May was soaked, her lovely pink dress that flattered her amazing figure ruined by how much she was covered in.

“As you can see by how I look…” May gave the cowering team another surprisingly vicious glare, “We all got hit at the same time…”

Everyone was unnerved by the normally shy and quiet girl acting this aggressive, so they let her speak without interrupting.

~

May was incredibly happy. Why? She had been able to gather the courage to not only wear a dress she would normally not be caught dead in (a form fitting pink dress, showing off her massive bustline and a nice view of her cleavage), but she had managed to get a dance in with her godsister/the girl she loved.

It had been everything she wanted, cradling her godsister close, feeling as though their heartbeats were aligned…she hoped that she could spend the night with her tonight when they left the party.

However, just as quickly, her mood soured as she heard one of the most hated voices (and that was saying something, considering she was much like Joan in the matter) speak. “Wow, cow tits, you actually managed to get a pity dance from Joan!”

Behind her were her worst bullies at Shade Academy, where she had been enrolled due to her parents signing her up before their deaths. It was such to the point that she was in the process of transferring to Beacon in order to not have to deal with them…and a secondary, but even more happy coincidence being that she would be with Joan and see her every day again. It was incredibly lonely at Shade, no thanks to NDGO going out of their way to make her a social pariah.

“It wasn’t a pity dance, she asked me, actually.” she replied in a clipped tone, her lips tweaking upwards in a small smirk as she saw their faces twist into something ugly, “And besides a few instances of being in the same room as her? She hasn’t given you the time of day.” she knew that she was being uglier than usual, but she also knew that three out of the four had been making incredibly crass remarks about what they would do with her godsister, the girl she loved. She wasn’t going to allow that to stand.

“So? You got one measly dance…we’ll get the whole package…and just maybe we’ll let you watch as we fuck that beautiful blonde into a happy puddle of goo!” Nebula sneered.

May felt fury fill her veins as Nebula talked about Joan like she was an object to be won, to be paraded around like a trophy , rather than treated as the treasure that she was.

“If you even think that you’d have a chance with her with such ideas, I can tell you now-” May paused as her ‘Joan Sense’ (Something that every member of the Arc family had, and she could tell that a fair few members of her friends were developing) went haywire, telling her that Joan was right behind her.

A pair of slim arms wrapped around her belly and immaculate softness pressed against the middle of her back as a chin rested on her shoulder. “Happy New Year, May-May~!” Joan’s sweet voice filled her ears, making her traitorous cock rebel against the restrictions that she had around it, bulging up and out as her godsister rubbed her belly through the thin dress that she was wearing.

“Hah…” May was mortified that all that came out of her mouth was a hoarse sound, but she persevered, “Ha-happy New Year, Joanie…” she gasped her hand seemed to get even more sensual as she moved her hands up, and-

SQUISH! May squealed as Joan’s hands grabbed her breasts, her fingers sinking into the heavy mounds, her cock throbbing and spitting precum out of her cock onto the floor and the inside of her dress as Joan’s hands worked and squeezed at her breasts. “Did you grow another cup size, May-May!?” Joan’s voice was a mixture of shocked and amazed as she massaged her breasts, the dark redhead moaning as she felt her nipples perk up to full life, bulging her dress out obscenely, her cock doing the same beneath her hips, her lovely dress getting an incredibly dark spot from where her precum was soaking into the thin fabric.

“Hmm, I think you did…” Oh gods Joan was bouncing her tits playfully, her fingers getting ever closer to her nipples, she was gonna cum, she was gonna cum, oh fuck, the blonde was pinching on, tugging on her nipples, she was gonna-

“Well, that’s okay! We can go bra shopping together~ I know a great place where we can get fitted with custom bras~! If you want, we can help each other in them…I know they take a bit of getting used to; my boobs kept jumping out of my first custom one…thankfully no one saw that…”

That was the final straw. All five of them erupted as one, spraying cum all over the general area and each other with strangled sobs of pleasure, somehow missing the still groping Joan during the process.

~

May gave the four another glare, which was mimicked by most of the room when they found out what Nebula had insinuated, before the redhead wiped cum from her face and gestured to the next people to talk.

Reese and Arslan shared a look, the shorter girl wearing a pale green dress that was soaked sheer, allowing her pierced nipples to bleed through, while Arslan was wearing a more formal dress kimono of Mistralian make.

“We were talking by the punch bowl when Joan came by…” Reese began, her voice slightly apprehensive.

~

“So what are we going to do, Ars? We can’t just be cowards and pine over her like the way we have been!” Reese sighed, taking a sip of her punch, ignoring the almost too sweet taste as she looked at her partner, team leader, and girlfriend-slash-lover as she broached about what they were going to do about their current interest: Joan Arc.

Oh, they were definitely attracted to the cute blonde, they wouldn’t say obsessed, but they truly did want to get to know her better and see what could happen…and well, if they managed to get to the point they could see if her flexibility was greater than her own, so much the better!

She heard the throaty hum of her team leader as her intelligent olive green eyes flicked around the ballroom floor, and knew that if her partner’s trait had been a tail, it would be flicking back and forth right now. But Arslan didn’t have a tail as a trait, instead, she got the raspy tongue of a feline…which was its own layer of pleasurable hell when she decided to tease her.

But Reese was getting ahead of herself.

“We’ll have to be careful. She’s hardly ever alone. If not her teammates, a member of Team RWBY is usually with her, or even that rabbit girl from the upper year. So, we need to try and find an opening to talk to her where they can’t interfere…” Arslan narrowed her eyes, her mind no doubt going through plan after plan to try and get to know the bubbly blonde of Team JNPR better.

Reese knew that her girlfriend had something of a rivalry with Team JNPR’s Pyrrha Nikos, having battled her at Sanctum several times before they had gone to their respective schools, though she never managed a win before they graduated.

“We’ll just keep on the lookout for a good point. We have plenty of time, after all.” she mediated, watching Arslan lick her lips in thought.

“Plenty of time for what?” both jerked in shock and turned to see the subject of their conversation standing behind them, pink cheeked and head tilted curiously.

Reese swallowed the panic in her chest as she just as fiercely tried to fight the libido coursing through her body as she saw the sinfully tight outfit that their crush was wearing up close. A growling purr next to her told her that Arslan had the same wavelength of thought.

Joan Arc was sin personified.

“We were…we were just talking about…” Reese hated the fact that any and all ideas of conversation fled the moment that she was met with the girl she and her girlfriend were so interested in. Thankfully, she didn’t have to worry about that.

Joan blinked several times, before recognition filled her face. “Aren’t you Arslan Altan?” Reese could practically feel the surprise that her girlfriend was feeling, since she knew that neither of them had actually really had a chance to talk to the beautiful blonde yet.

Arlsan blinked herself, the obvious question on her face that was running through Reese’s mind. ‘How did she know her?’ again, thankfully, they didn’t have to worry about that much, as Joan continued.

“Pyrrha told me about you!” Reese winced, knowing that the ‘Pyrrha Button’ was a bad one to hit for Arslan, but once again, Joan surprised her. “She told me that she was thankful for you!”

She could see the obvious confusion on Arslan’s face, but the bubbly blonde continued without even noticing. “She said her time in Sanctum wasn’t that nice, but you never shied away from her…she appreciated that more than I think she’s able to say. So thank you!”

Reese watched with wide eyes (and a bulging dick) as Joan moved and grabbed Arslan in a hug and planted a fat kiss on her lips. Her cock twitched, leaking precum and her ears catching the muffled splurt, splurt, splurt of her girlfriend creaming herself, and seeing her cum dripping down her toned legs, puddling around her feet.

She watched as Joan pulled away with a ‘smack’ of their lips parting, before her gut flipped and rolled as she turned towards her and-

SMOOCH!

Reese lost her grip on her cup of punch as Joan kissed her, the softness of her lips filling her, the scent of vanilla and cherries tickling her nose, the wet sweetness of her tongue prodding hers…

SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT! Reese’s eyes rolled up in her head as she came, her cum splattering on the floor between her feet as she felt the tongue of her and Arslan’s crush tangle with her own.

And then it was gone, Joan pulling back and giving them both a beautiful smile. “Have a Happy New Year, both of you~ And thanks again, Arslan~!” she chirped, before bouncing off, leaving the dazed, horny pair.

~

Pyrrha avoided the curious eyes of Arlsan as Reese finished her recollection of their experience, instead gesturing towards Ciel and Neon, the pair coated in cum and Neon looking like she was about to strip and masturbate here and now. The orangette was wild eyed and digging her fingers into her knees, her cock bulging through her pink and teal dress.

Ciel gently pat her on the shoulder, before looking up. “We had actually been getting ready to leave the party when it happened…” she began.

~

Ciel and Neon were heading towards the doors of the ballroom, both ready to leave for the night. Ciel because she had an early morning, and Neon for a more embarrassing reason, which her hands were before her hiding. She had gotten incredibly aroused watching Joan Arc dancing around the floor with several people, and while she had wished for a dance as well, she wasn’t going to embarrass herself by going up to her with her cock trying to poke through her dress.

Ciel felt for the feline faunus, since she knew that hormones something almost impossible to control. Gods knew that she had experienced a few spontaneous erections and subsequent ejaculations due to the sweet blonde that she and Neon had watched dance.

But as they headed towards the door, both stopped as they heard a sweet voice, “Are you two leaving the dance already?” both froze, their eyes going wide as like a vision, Joan appeared before them, pouting. “Aww~ I was hoping for a dance…but that’s okay. I get if you need to leave, we can just dance later!” Ciel knew that Neon was feeling something similar to herself, a confusing mixture of panic and relief; panic due to missing out on dancing with the lovely girl, and relief, when she said that they could dance later, as in, more privately.

However, she blinked and all of a sudden, Joan was in her personal space, nearly making her jump. “You look great, Ciel~” the dark skinned brunette couldn’t help the bubbling feeling of pleasure that filled her belly at the knowledge that Joan found her rather spartan white and blue dress pleasant to look at.

Her eyes widened as Joan circled around her and hummed, “It really brings out your butt nicely~” before she felt hands cup her rear and squeeze. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as her cock surged against her underwear, making a lewd tent against the front of her dress, twitching in time with the hands massaging her rear end. “Hehehe~” Joan giggled almost childishly as her fingers worked her rear end like dough, “Nice and firm~ You must do squats, right~?”

Ciel released a weak moan as her cock spurted precum against the inside of her dress, soaking it and showing the outline of her shaft through the material, the pleasure she was feeling mixing with embarrassment as she saw that Neon was staring with wide, hungry eyes at her.

“Hmm, maybe we can work out together? You can show me your routine~” Ciel gasped an affirmative as she lost control, tipping over the edge and soaking the inside of her dress with her cum.

She gasped for air as Joan let go of her rear (part of her mourning the loss of those wonderful fingers) and made her way over to Neon, who looked panicked as Joan swept her up into her arms and hugged her, her head against her chest. “You look great as well, Neon~! I love the dress!”

Ciel could see panic in her schoolmate’s eyes, the orbs only getting wider and wider as she saw Joan’s hand move down her back, until her hand wrapped around her tail, making her go completely still.

“Ooo, silky~” Joan cooed as she slid her hand down the slim, fur covered extremity, and Ciel was witness to a shuddering Neon, her face going from shocked to slutty, her eyes hooding and rolling up in their sockets, her mouth falling open, her tongue flopping out as she mewled and purred, the floor underneath them becoming soaked as she came explosively.

~

“Can’t…can’t…need…” Neon panted, forgetting propriety and pulling her skirt up, stroking her cock before them as her tail whipped behind her violently, much to the shock and embarrassment of those in the room with her as the feline faunus frantically tugged at her shaft, mewling with need.

The faunus in the room gave her sad, but understanding looks, knowing that there was no way to stop themselves once their desire to breed had been triggered, and right now? Neon needed her balls empty.

Next to her, Fiona and Elm shared a look, both of them coated in cum as well, Fiona’s green gown plastered to her skin and Elm’s white and blue dress stained with cum as well.

~

“This is…different than I expected for sure…” Fiona huffed, placing her hands over her front as she looked around, getting a chuckle from the giantess next to her.

“It sure is! Not like the strict and formal Atlas ‘parties’.” Elm said with a wide smile, making air quotes at the word ‘parties’. She was here as a liaison for the Atlesian Military since Winter was needed elsewhere, and Fiona came as well to see Neon, her friend.

Though Elm had noticed that Fiona had seemed distracted by someone…not that she could blame the little sheep. Even she was attracted to the blonde beauty that had been the highlight of the dance floor, though she was thankfully skilled enough to control her libido and not show just how much she was effected by the first year. Not so Fiona; the poor thing was trying to hide a surprisingly large cock, looking obscene on her petite body.

The dancing had wound down as the clock hit midnight, the fireworks show starting the celebrations calming for a moment.

Both enjoyed the myriad of colorful explosions, the mixed lights and shapes that they took, missing the person walking up towards them.

“Oh, aren’t you adorable!?” Fiona would deny to her dying breath the startled “Baaahhh~?!” that spilled from her lips as she was grabbed in a hug, her face shoved into an exquisitely soft and sweet smelling cavern, her cock throbbing hard as the thump thump thump of a steady heartbeat hit her ears.

“Neon told me about you~! I’m Joan Arc~!” Elm was privy to a very interesting sight as Fiona was smothered (and didn’t seem to be trying to free herself too quickly) in the blonde that they had been referencing’s cleavage, the blonde’s rosy cheeks and slightly glassy eyes telling Elm that she was inebriated. The part of her that wasn’t enthralled by the sight wondered where the girl had gotten the alcohol. The rest of her watched as the girl reached up and stroked Fiona’s ears. “Soooo cuuuute~!” she squealed, somehow not noticing Fiona convulsing against her, nor the muffled, bleating wail swallowed by her chest, nor the huge salvos of cum splattering onto the ground between them, somehow miraculously missing her shoes.

Joan blinked several times before letting Fiona go, the sheep immediately slumping to the floor in her own puddle of cum, face red and panting hard, her eyes wild.

Elm blinked as she realized that the blonde bundle of energy was suddenly in front of her, and her cheeks blushing brightly as she felt the blonde moving her hands along her muscles, cooing in amazement.

“You’re so built!” she chirped, looking up into her eyes in wonder. “How easy would it be for you to bench press me??”

Elm’s cock trembled as she thought about just how easy it would be to lift and drop the girl touching her muscles on her cock, making her scream in ecstacy as she was spread open and fucked. She bit her lower lip, shuddering as she felt the blonde’s hands move inwards on her body, jerking as she cupped her tits, giving them a nice firm squeeze. “Mmm, I’m jealous. My breasts are nowhere near as firm as yours. It’s like sinking your hands into a marshmallow. Here, feel!”

Elm could do nothing as the blonde grabbed her hand and brought it to her own chest, her large palm looking normal sized as the massive weight settled in it. “Oh…” a weak moan escaped her mouth as she reflexively tightened her fingers, finding that the blonde’s breast indeed, was as soft and squishy as the aforementioned treat. As her cock began to fire off wildly inside her dress, her mind boiled down to one singular thought, ‘I wonder if it tastes as sweet…’

~

Elm got looks of intense jealously from practically everyone there, since most of them had all been dying to be able to touch Joan in such an intimate way, and she managed it with no problem, the obviously more than a little tipsy blonde even initiating it!

Next to her, Saphron bit her lip angrily, but forced her emotions down. It wasn’t the statuesque beauty’s fault that it happened. She was just incredibly lucky.

“Well, we’re next.” Saphron chuckled weakly as she cuddled against her wife, who wrapped her arms around her, both uncaring that they were soaked in their own and each other’s cum. It wasn’t uncommon due to their active sex life, after all.

“It happened shortly after the ball dropped…”

~

Saphron spun around with her wife on the dance floor, smiling at the love of her life, the woman who Joan had actually stumbled into and introduced to her. “It’s amazing, isn’t it?” she asked, making the brunette woman tilt her head in the cute manner that always made her want to kiss the life out of her.

Saphron smiled. “Joan making friends outside of the family. You know with her…condition…and all…Joan was really introverted. It’s great to see that she has friends in her teammates and those girls on her sister team…”

Terra smiled, though she was smart enough to not bring up the fact that it was obvious her three teammates were highly attracted to her, likely romantically at that, and there were at least two on the sister team that were giving their little Joan the same eyes. Thankfully, the oblivious gene ran strong in the Arc family, otherwise there would have been an incident already.

The pair of wives continued to dance the night away, before taking a break and looking around the dance floor to see if Joan was still there, or taking a break yet.

“Hey, Saph! Terra!” both yelped, blushing hard and their cocks swelling as a warm, sweet smelling body crashed into them, hugging them both close. “I’m surprised you came but thanks so much for doing so! It was a wonderful surprise!”

Saphron smiled, even though her cock was rebelling its prison at the moment due to being in proximity to her stupidly seductive sister. And the poor girl was just so oblivious to what she did to other people!

Saphron would never know the irony of her calling her baby sister ‘Oblivious’.

“I wanted to talk to you both about what you spoke to me about earlier…” Joan chatted quietly, making both of the Cotta-Arc pair blush as they remembered discussing with Joan about becoming parents. “I mean, its a big step, but you’re both ready for sure!”

Terra blushed as Joan leaned further into her, her breasts squishing up against her body, making her cock throb against her dark colored dress, making her incredibly thankful for the scheme, since the precum stain wasn’t highlighted like her poor wife’s was. “Th-thanks Joan, that means a lot coming from you!”

“Have you decided who you’re going to ask? I know for some futa that there’s a risk if they carry…” both didn’t like the sad look that formed on Joan’s face, and were going to say something, but the blonde’s face lit up and she barreled on before they could. “Oh, I know!” she gasped, “If you can wait a bit longer, I can carry the baby during a break or when I graduate!”

Both stilled, their eyes widening as their minds flashed through Joan underneath them in bed as they filled her with their cum, watched her belly slowly grow with their child, until that magical moment where she gave birth to their son or daughter.

Both mewled helplessly as their balls erupted as Joan kissed them both, saying that she’d catch up with them later before they left, leaving the wives to clutch each other desperately as they unloaded the contents of their balls all over themselves and each other.

~

Saphron smiled softly, even though she felt the creeping miasma of death wishes being thrown towards her and Terra, before blinking and turning to Cinder, who looked pained, and was sitting uncomfortably with an ice pack on her groin. “How did she get you? You weren’t at the party, were you?” she asked with a wince, recognizing a ballbust injury easily, due to the amount that her innocent sister and sex symbol aunt had caused the family throughout the years.

Cinder blushed. “I…I had a bad headache, so I was allowed to rest in my dorm instead of being at the party…”

~

Cinder rubbed her head, thankful that the migraine that she had been experiencing was finally gone, but hating the fact that she had missed out on the chance to dance with Joan at the New Year Party. She shook her head. There was no reason to be upset…well, yes there was, but it wasn’t like she wouldn’t get the chance to dance with Joan ever again simply due to missing out on this one.

Huffing, she flopped back onto her bed and decided to try and get some sleep, then find a way to talk to the sweet blonde in the morning…

At least, that was the original plan. Hearing the door to the dorm open, she shifted in bed. “How was the party?” she asked, expecting to hear Emerald’s or Neo’s response to her inquiry.

What she got instead, however, was something far different. Hearing nothing, she opened her eyes and looked up, the golden orbs bulging as she saw what was happening.

Joan was in her dorm, pulling a sinfully skintight dress off of her body, it already at the waist as she pushed, her fat, heavy breasts hanging as she began to bend forwards.

Her cock surged painfully, her headache resurfacing with a vengeance as every drop of blood that wasn’t necessary for consciousness flew down into her cock, her equine shaft tearing through her panties and out of her nightgown.

Seeing the blonde shaking her hips as she tried to push the dress over them, Cinder found her voice, the panic rushing through her body that warred with the arousal surging being the only reason she hadn’t exploded yet. “Joan! Wrong room, sweetie!” she released a squeaky sounding yelp, her throat strangled.

She didn’t know if she helped or made things worse, as the blonde bombshell froze and snapped upright, turning towards her with wide eyes, seemingly not noticing the fact that the action gave Cinder a full frontal view of her crush’s massive mammaries.

They were everything she had ever imagined and even more. Despite their size, they were perfectly perky and sat high on her chest, larger than her head and capped with fat, suckable, inverted nipples that begged for stimulation.

The pair stared at one another for several long seconds, before Joan squeaked loudly and clapped her hands over her breasts (badly, since she covered neither nipple, leaving the wonderful view free for Cinder’s eyes to feast on) while simultaneously trying to tug her dress back up.

Despite her own indecency, Cinder’s desire to help made her rise from her bed and reach out, hoping to gently help tug the blonde’s dress up while she apologized for what had happened, even if it wasn’t actually her fault.

However, as she made her way closer, Joan managed to stumble, crashing into her and taking both of them to the floor, Joan on top of her, her head resting on her belly, her breasts pressed against her shaft.

The world slowed to a crawl as Cinder’s brain and body processed the heavenly sensation of those fat, wonderful breasts rubbed against her shaft. Her pupils shrank to pinpricks as she felt her heavy balls gurgle and churn angrily, the rumble within telling her that she was about to cum. She wanted, needed to get Joan off of her before she-

Joan slipped down her shaft, her bountiful bosom rubbing along her shaft, her fat equine head emerging and aiming at her…right as she erupted, orgasming with such force she felt her balls pop in their sack, the pain mixing with the pleasure as she coated her own face in a thick gooey mask, barely registering Joan getting up and squeaking out an apology before she heard rushed steps and the door opening through the intensity of the orgasm and the black spots in her vision as she passed out.

~

Cinder cradled the ice pack to her balls as her aching balls reminded her she couldn’t cum again until she healed a bit more, her aura pushing down into her busted nuts, slowly healing them from the damage they had taken not too long ago.

“I don’t know what happened after Joan left. Do any of you have any idea where she could have gone?”

Slowly the group began to panic, each realizing that Joan could have gotten anywhere by now, and with how inebriated she was, she could easily be taken advantage of.

“Meeting adjourned!” Pyrrha cried as the group jumped from their seats and all rushed from the room, each of them rushing to leave the room and find their crush.

~

“Hmmm~!” Glynda whimpered as another load of cum was pumped out of her balls. Why? Well, as she was heading back to her room, she stumbled upon her niece walking through the halls, obviously inebriated by the tainted punch that she had somehow gotten. She had her suspicions (having seen Qrow around the party to see how his nieces were doing) but all she could do was take care of her niece before she was taken advantage of or did something that she regretted.

However, Joan was a massive cuddlebug by nature, and was so much more forward now. They had barely even made it to her bed before Joan was getting handsy with her, opening her clothes and roaming her body.

Now? She was sucking on her nipple sweetly, trailing her tongue around it, and her hands were wrapped around her shaft and tugging it gently in her sleep, the combined sensations driving her mad and pulling load after load of cum from her balls, soaking them both, and leaving a despairing Glynda knowing that she would have to do some fast, intense cleaning to hide what happened.

“Hnnnnn~!!!” she whined as Joan suckled harder, her hands twisting and tugging on her shaft harder, her balls rapidly evacuating more and more cum from themselves due to her sweet niece’s ministrations.

Glynda moaned, shamefully enjoying the pleasure her body was experiencing, not knowing that at this very moment, the school was practically being torn apart by twenty five panicked young women, two being another niece and her wife.

But that was an issue for Future Glynda to worry about, not the constantly orgasming Present Glynda. She was just enjoying the pleasure given to her.

Chapter Text

The room was quiet as the ladies filed in, though there was already one person already there waiting for the group to arrive; one Velvet Scarlatina, dressed in brown pajamas that cradled her lovely body, her ears drooped over her face, covering her eyes and face from those who walked in, curled up in a ball and hugging her lower legs on her chair, rocking back and forth slightly.

Her hair was disheveled, tangled and wild, and though her head was down, each and every one of them could see the redness on her cheeks.

Fiona and Neon both froze a bit as they passed Velvet, their nostrils flaring, before they gave the rabbit faunus a look of sympathy, both knowing what was wrong, and knowing immediately who had called this meeting and who was going to be the one speaking…and likely what it was going to be about.

Both took their seats near her, giving the girl silent solidarity as others began to trickle in and take their own seats, with the redheaded Pyrrha Nikos taking her spot at the head of the circle of chairs.

“Will you be okay?” Fiona asked in concern, her voice loud enough to only be heard by the other faunus in the room.

Velvet managed a weak smile. “...I will be…just have to get over the embarrassment…” she murmured, her eyes downcast as she waited for her moment to speak.

~

Pyrrha knew that tonight was an emergency meeting, called by the sweet rabbit faunus, Velvet Scarlatina. However, she didn’t know why one of her and her team’s rivals in love had called this meeting, nor why she looked so disheveled and miserable.

She knew that it couldn’t have been Joan’s doing, at least, not on purpose. Joan wasn’t the type to treat anyone badly; Weiss and Cardin were proof of that.

As the last of those who made it for the meeting tonight slipped in and took their seats, she cleared her throat. “Hello, everyone, and welcome to another meeting of FABJA. I’m sorry that it was such short notice to send out the messages, but there was an emergency today, and well…” Pyrrha gave the rabbit a concerned look as she shuddered in her seat, “Velvet? You have the floor.”

~

Velvet swallowed hard, taking a deep, shuddery breath as she tried to calm herself and not think about how humiliated she was. She was just grateful that Joan didn’t know what had happened…

“W-Well, it h-happened yesterday…” she began, trying not to stutter…

~

Velvet Scarlatina was in a special level of hell at this point. Heat was roiling in her lower belly, her balls were screaming in protest at not being emptied as they continued to churn in production, making more and more cum and causing the already large and sensitive orbs to swell to frighteningly obscene sizes, her cock hard as a steel beam in her pants and shuttling out precum constantly, the dark spot making her look like she wet herself. Yes, her heat cycle had kicked in with a violent vengeance and was putting her reproductive urges into outright overdrive.

She wanted to cry.

Even worse, she had to stay away from the one person who would likely be able to feel something other than misery at this point. With her desire to fuck as powerful as it was, she didn’t trust herself not to make a pass at the adorably innocent girl, embarrass herself completely and totally, and possibly make her crush Joan think she was a complete pervert.

Every step was torture, her balls gurgling and churning in their pouch, eagerly making it known to her that her balls had so much packed away that they needed to empty, that they were going to outright burst if they didn’t get some relief soon, making Velvet hate the fact that she still had classes today. Why couldn’t it have been a weekend? Or better yet, why didn’t she just make the embarrassing call to Nurse Mercy and retreat to one of the ‘Heat Rooms’ on campus until the edge wore off and she could function properly?

Her heart skipped a beat and her libido surged as she thought about the heat rooms, where they had special toys mounted for a faunus’s relief needs. While it wasn’t the same as a person, it was a reasonable facsimile and perfectly capable of tending to her needs. And nothing said she couldn’t fantasize about who she wanted the toy to represent, after all~

Feet moving on their own, Velvet found her legs taking her away from where her class was and heading towards the infirmary, where her poor overstuffed nuts would get some incredibly needed relief.

A large spurt of precum into her pants and the dark stain spreading told her that her balls certainly agreed with that idea.

Waddling as fast as she could (you try walking with balls swollen to the size of cantaloupes, okay!?), Velvet’s heart slammed against her ribs harder and harder with every step, even as her cock began to throb in time with it, as though her lower half realized where she was going and more importantly, what she was about to do.

However, as she turned the corner that led to the Infirmary Wing and more importantly, the Heat Room, she found herself frozen in place, eyes wide and ears ramrod straight. Why?

The reason for her thoughts and balls going haywire was right in front of her.

Joan was dressed casually (making her remember that first years only had two classes today, one in the morning and one late in the afternoon, several hours away) and moving boxes from a storage closet to a wheeled tray, humming a peaceful tune.

Despite herself, Velvet found herself relaxing a bit as the tune drifted into her ears, her eyes hooding slightly as she watched Joan bend down and grab another box, lift it, and put it on the tray.

Velvet licked her lips as her cock twitched, watching those muscles in her arms flex as she held the box tight to her bosom (her mind going out of its way to make her picture herself in the box’s place), and, eyes drifting downwards, watching that full rear push out against her pants.

She licked her lips again as she stared at her crush’s rear end with laser focus, her nostrils flaring as she searched for the sweet scent that she always found clinging to her, swearing that the gurgling and groaning in her balls was getting loud enough for even a human to hear as she wished for just a moment that she was brave enough to do something about what she wanted…

RRRRIIIIIIIPPPPP!!! “EEEEEP!”

It turned out that she didn’t have to, actually. As Joan bent down for the last box, her pants (already tight around that wonderfully plump rear end) split, tearing down the middle and allowing her wonderfully fat cheeks to spill out, clad only in pastel blue panties that might as well not have been there, being swallowed up by her ass cheeks as they were.

She vaguely noticed that the skin of her creamy backside was the exact same shade as her face, making her thoughts wander from ‘did Joan ever tan’ to ‘does Joan sunbathe nude’?

Her eyes rolled up in her head as her balls finally had enough, exploding with the force of a steadily building volcanic eruption, her own pants tearing from the force that her own cum tearing through the reinforced fabric and hitting the floor with enough force it splattered up against her chest, some even hitting her chin, the high density ropes of cum spreading out slowly, like lave creeping through a field.

Her head was hazy and shaky as she rocked in place as her balls pumped more and more out of her balls, her hooded eyes barely noticing Joan trying vainly to pull her hoodie down to cover herself, failing utterly before rushing off.

It was just as well, as Velvet collapsed in the expanding puddle of her cum, her mind finally giving out as her body worked to empty itself of everything it had.

~

“...I came to in the Heat Relief Room, harnessed to one of the toys with Nurse Mercy watching over me…” Velvet’s cheeks glowed as she remembered how she had come to crying out Joan’s name as she emptied another intense load into the custom Shirona Star sex toy.

…that had been an incredibly awkward moment, since the toy itself was molded after her crush’s aunt, and she had cried out her crush’s name in front of one of said crush’s other aunts.

Thankfully, the blonde had managed to keep things professional with her, simply telling her that she would need to stay and finish emptying herself and not stall in getting to the relief room next time.

“I only just got released before sending the message…” Velvet hated the fact that she was hard as a steel beam again, but what could she do? It was so amazing, and the image of Joan’s rear was burned into her mind at this point.

Pyrrha coughed to clear her throat. “I’m sorry you had such an embarrassing experience, Velvet…does anyone else have anything they need to say for the night before we end the meeting?”

Fiona and Neon both stood, massive tents pitched in their sleeping garments, and faces dark red. “Excuse us!!!” they yelped out simultaneously as they rushed from the room, Velvet blushing hard before following.

There was a long pause, before Pyrrha coughed again. “Well, until next meeting?” she offered weakly, knowing that she was about to do what the three were obviously going to do themselves; empty out a load or three before heading to bed.

Chapter Text

“Hello, everyone, welcome to the monthly meeting of FABJA.” Pyrrha said softly, looking around at today’s gathered members. She was the only one form her team tonight to be here, Nora having been delegated to “Joan’s Teddy Bear” for the night (a small fire of jealousy was burning in her belly at that knowledge) and Lian was...recovering from Nora ‘preparing’ to be in Joan’s arms all night.

Velvet was here, her ears twitching as she curled into a half ball, and glanced around, while Coco gently stroked her back. Part of Pyrrha knew what was wrong with the sweet girl, but she knew that unless they had time after the conversation, Velvet wouldn’t be able to speak tonight. She was the main member of the last meeting they had, after all.

Sitting next to them as May Zedong, the incredibly shy girl wearing her hoodie even though it was the middle of the night and the rest of them were all dressed in their pajamas. She didn’t quite understand why, since all of them knew what she was ‘hiding’ underneath. But she understood figurative, and literal, armor.

Next to them were Cinder, Emerald, and Neo, the trio showing solidarity here, despite their apparent rivalry outside of the room. She was glad for that, though she was glad that she, Nora, and Lian were all friends as well.

Next to her was Ciel Soliel, who was sitting rigidly next to Neon Katt, who was quietly talking to her. At first glance, it seemed that the pigtailed cat faunus was being ignored, but she could see Ciel’s eyes flickering over to her and her head bobbing in small nods every now and then.

However, what caught her attention the most was the fact that Ruby, Blake, and Yang were all hovering around an utterly humiliated looking Weiss, the white haired girl curled up into a ball on her seat and hugging her own legs, although this gave Pyrrha a perfect view up underneath the girls nightgown, seeing her massive balls bulging through her pristine white panties.

But then, she knew why they were all here. Easter had just happened, and well…

...all of them had been affected. Some, just by peripheral (like most of the room) had been hit by what had happened, but Weiss and Velvet had gotten hit the hardest, Weiss the most, which was why she was the one who was going to be speaking tonight.

“Weiss is the one who needs to speak tonight. You likely all know why this meeting has been called, since all of us were effected, but Weiss apparently was severely effected.” Pyrrha said. “Weiss, are you ready to speak?”

Between her teammates, the white haired girl shuddered, slowly raising her head to reveal cheeks that rivaled Ruby’s namesake, her eyes glassy. But she nodded resolutely.

“I...it happened before the incident…” she began, settling into place as she looked around the group.

~

Weiss shuffled uncomfortably as she stood outside of Team JNPR’s dorm room, having been sent a message by Joan, asking her to come over to help critique an outfit that she was going to wear for Easter.

When she had mentioned that Coco might have been a better choice for that (internally screaming at herself for basically waving the girl she wanted to try and become better friends with away), but thankfully, Joan had almost immediately responded back that she wanted her opinion, not anyone elses.

...after hearing that, there was no way that Weiss could say no, was there?

So here she was, shifting from one foot to the next, standing outside of Team JNPR’s dorm room as she tried to gather the courage necessary to raise her hand and actually knock. Her instincts were telling her that if she did and entered, something was going to happen.

...granted, she supposed on some level that it was less instinct and more common sense at this point since things often happened around Joan. If she had actually thought the blonde capable of it, she would have assumed every single incident that she had been a part of was on purpose!

...but that wasn’t true. There was just some deity that enjoyed the great cosmic joke that was leaving a single, indescribably beautiful and kind girl (who Weiss honestly suspected to be one of the incredibly rare, once in a generation Pure Girls) in a school full of horny hunters-in-training, and watching the ensuing chaos of them losing control over their own bodies.

Her scroll buzzed in her pocket, making her look down at it to see a new message from Joan. Are you coming?

Weiss swallowed hard, before steeling herself and typing back. Right outside of your dorm, Joan. Her heart leapt into her chest as she realized what she had just sent, but forced herself to calm down.

Though her nerves spiked when she got an almost immediate response. Come on in! I’m in the bathroom putting the finishing touches on the outfit now~!

Well now...that was ominous, Weiss thought, her cock twitching and her balls, which had admittedly been...neglected...the past few days, churning heavily at the thought of what might be behind the door.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the door to the dorm room, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. The sound of the door seemed to ring like a prison cell to her, a tone of finality that meant that she was going to be in deep trouble…

But that was silly, wasn’t it?

“Joan? I’m here!” she called out, glancing around, seeing no one in the room. She was thankful for that, since there was no way she wanted to try and explain why she was here to Pyrrha, Nora, or Lian.

“Okay! Will be right out!” Weiss turned to the closed door where Joan’s voice had bled through, and swallowed hard as her nerves suddenly flared up, but she had to stay strong! This wasn’t going to turn out badly! She was going to have a nice, calm conversation with Joan and then head back to her dorm!

“Okay, I’m coming out!” Weiss’s eyes flickered over to the door leading to the bathroom, her nerves spiking more as she saw the doorknob turn, wondering what she was about to see come out at her. She took a deep breath-

Only for it to freeze in her chest as the door opened and sin personified stepped out. Absolute, sluttily dressed sin.

Well, ‘slutty’ was an incredibly crude term to call Joan. The bubbly blonde was anything but a slut (a derisive part of her mind whispered that the term aptly fit Yang and Blake with how they acted at times), but no other word could accurately describe what she was seeing.

Joan Arc came out dressed in a bunny suit. And not a normal bunny suit, like “Easter Bunny” suit, but the fetishistic type. One that was a leotard, with fishnet leggings and high heels...and a bunny ear headband to top it off.

Her heartbeat, having stalled for a long few seconds, suddenly kicked back into high gear, slamming against her ribcage like a hummingbird as her blood boiled and libido surged into her lower regions, her panties bulging out due to her cock reaching full mast in seconds, and her balls gurgling as the cum within churned around.

It was worse when Joan posed, like a model on a runway, arching in such a way that her bust and rear were on more display, showcasing just how tight the material was clinging to her body. “Well? What do you think, Weiss?”

Weiss’s brain broke, the internal gears that made her able to even comprehend what she was seeing stalling due to something lodging between the cogs.

Joan bounced in place, her tits and ass jiggling, and something inside her brain died. ‘Nope!’ she thought, her brain and libido thinking in unison, ‘Nope, nope, nope! Can NOT handle!’ wide eyed, she took several steps back, her hand reaching blindly for the doorknob in order to get out of the room before her cock erupted, emptying her balls onto the floor before the beautiful blonde, or worse, over her.

Her mouth moved, but most mortifying, only incoherent noises spilled from her lips as her fried brain tried to take the vision her eyes were giving her and put it to words.

For some reason, Joan pouted (critical damage!) and darted around her (so much jiggling and bouncing…!) and stood before the door, blocking her way out. Unfortunately, as her body was still moving at the time, she hit Joan’s more bouncy bits and fell onto her back, her skirt fluttering dangerously as she forced herself to look away, otherwise...she dare not think about what would happen.

However, she was not prepared for the girl to sit on her stomach, putting her hands on her shoulders. “Weiss, please look at me! I really want your opinion about this!”

Weiss dared open her eyes, and her doom was dealt. The combination of enormous cleavage, captivating blue eyes, pouty lips, and the sweet scent…

Her balls kicked into overdrive, her cock springing out of her panties and her skirt flipping as she began to paint the wall and door behind them with her cum. Violently.

Managing to untangle her tongue through her panic, she fought for words so Joan didn’t see what was happening behind her.

“I...it...it looks wonderful, Joan…” she grunted, somehow managing to maintain a level tone of voice. “It frames you well, and the color a-accentuates your skin tone and hair perfectly.” she wasn’t lying, either, the shade of blue she was wearing complemented her perfectly. “It will be perfect for wh-whatever you plan on wearing it for.” needless to say, her fantasies involved Joan wearing it for her, but that was beside the point.

She watched as Joan literally glowed and released a ‘squee’ of enthusiasm, before to her horror, starting to bounce on her, the soft ass hitting her belly repeatedly and those massive breasts bouncing and wobbling and shaking-

More cum surged from her balls as she passed out from the stimulation overload.

~

“I...I woke up in the infirmary...thankfully, Joan didn’t notice somehow that I soaked her dorm room door in several liters of cum…” Weiss buried her face into her hands, though she was still so red that steam practically poured off of her.

Pyrrha coughed into her hand. “Yes, well, Joan was more worried about you and why you passed out. Fortunately we were the next ones there and managed to get the room cleaned.” left unsaid was the utter miracle that was somehow Joan not being seen in the bunny suit carrying Weiss to the infirmary.

“What worse is, even though I was already exposed to it, I still had the same issue on Easter!” Cinder snorted at Weiss’s words.

“Please, you know the girl has a way of getting all of us to blow...thankfully, she’s not doing it on purpose...can you imagine if she was like Shirona Star?” the golden eyed brunette asked rhetorically.

There was silence, before whimpers filled the air as bottoms swelled, cocks and balls surging with arousal as they thought of their innocent Joan being an almost sadistic temptress like the only other Pure Girl alive.

Moans, splats, and musk filled the air as every single one of them came.

“M-muh-Meeting a-ad-adjourned!” Pyrrha groaned out, cupping herself as she spilled rope after rope of cum onto the floor. Though, considering where they were at the moment, at least they were among friends?

Chapter Text

“Hello, everyone, and welcome to another meeting of FABJA .” Lian Ren’s voice, while soft, carried throughout the room as she looked over those who had come to this meeting. Pyrrha and Nora were both absent, Pyrrha due to being Joan’s teddy bear for the night (though she had caught the look of pleasured despair on Pyrrha’s face before it vanished from view as a sleeping Joan pulled her head into her cleavage), and Nora due to staying overnight in the medical wing for some tests.

The usuals were here, as always, those constantly around Joan so always the most effected, like Velvet Scarlatina and May Zedong, who had been conversing with one another and Ruby as they waited for the meeting to begin.

Emerald Sustrai, Neapolitan, and Cinder Fall were in their usual seats, drawing strength from one another.

The Malachite sisters sat near them close enough to join in on a conversation if necessary, far enough away that they could have spoken to themselves privately if they wanted.

However, the focus of today’s meeting was currently hunched in a chair, surrounded by several others.

Winter Schnee did not currently look like the epitome of professionalism that she had looked earlier in the day when they had all met her. Her uniform coat was rumpled, her hair was coming out of its bun, and that had nothing on the massive cum stain on the front of her previously crisp, clean, and unsoiled uniform pants.

Around her were Weiss, Neon, Ciel, Fiona, and Elm, all the other Atlesians who had come to the support group before, each of them seemingly rallying around the pale woman. Then again, they all knew the embarrassment that she was experiencing, that was for certain, having all been there at one point or another.

"Tonight, we have a new person joining us, the elder sister of one of our own. Please give Winter Schnee a warm welcome. She has her own story to tell today." Lian could tell that it had to be something horrible (well, in certain context) to make the strict officer that she had met earlier that day to lose so much decorum and look as frazzled as she was at the moment. “Winter? You have the floor whenever you are ready.”

Winter opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again, then shook her head and took several deep breaths, before she swallowed hard, looking up, her face set in determination. She sighed. “W-Well, it all s-started when I a-arrived…”

~

Winter Schnee walked with purpose through Beacon’s hallways, intent on looking for the girl that everyone she was in communications with had been taling about, not only extolling the virtues of, but telling her many horror stories about what had happened around her…particularly several similar stories from New Year’s Day.

While she wasn’t one to honestly believe that her subordinates were prone to flights of fancy, the stories she had heard seemed… fantastical in nature. A girl capable of being as kind and sweet as this in a combat academy? To be able to make her subordinates publicly embarrass themselves so easily? It seemed like a well choreographed group of lies.

But…a small part of her mind wondered. After all, she had been in contact with Weiss much longer and she told stories quite similar, though her verbage had been rather… angry …in the beginning, but was no getting softer.

It was her sister’s words that made her intent on meeting this girl for herself. After all, it took a great deal to make her sister change her mind about anything , so she wanted to know what it was about this girl that caused such a thing.

Reaching the room where she had last heard the girl to be, she looked in, and her eyes widened as she saw the person within.

~

“I didn’t realize you hadn’t…well… exaggerated …her proportions…” Winter muttered, cheeks flushed, getting coughs from other members of Mantle and Atlas in the room as they looked around at everything but Winter, each of them remembering just how they had described the girl that affected them so in their missives.

Needless to say, all of them were more than a bit… complimentary …in their descriptions of Joan and how she looked.

~

Winter swallowed hard as she saw the beautiful blonde that had apparently enamored so many of her compatriots cleaning the tables of the Dust Studies classroom, wearing the Beacon Academy uniform which was very… flattering on her body.

Now she found herself understanding just why so many times she had heard the terminology ‘Pure Girl’ being thrown around when the girl was brought up in discussion. She was radiant …and she was reminded of that one highly embarrassing night where someone had arranged a graduation gift for her. She still didn’t know who had arranged it.

Shaking her head of those thoughts, lest she get an erection in her uniform pants (it was difficult enough for her to get her testicles in, thank you!), and straightened her shoulders, and headed in, shoulders squared.

~

Weiss’s brow pinched. “‘Graduation Present’? Winter, what do you mean?” she asked, getting a snicker from Elm and a panicked cough form the older of the two sisters.

“Never mind, Weiss! Let me continue!”

~

“Hello, Miss Arc, was it?” Winter made sure not to startle her, not only had she heard some…interesting…stories about how the girl acted when she was frightened, they were in a room filled with Dust. Which could be incredibly volatile if suddenly jostled.

The blonde paused in her scrubbing down the table and looked up, a beautiful, genuine smile forming on her face. “Hello! Winter, right? Weiss told us a lot about you!” the chipper, earnest tone pulled the faintest hint of a smile to Winter’s lips.

“All good things, I hope.” Winter said, surprised at the playfulness that her own voice took as she spoke, making the blonde giggle which did… things …to her bosom.

Good Lord , was the girl even wearing a bra? It shouldn’t even be possible for one’s chest to bounce that much!

“Oh, yes! Weiss really, really admires and looks up to you! She’s told us what she can; she did mention that your job had a fair amount of Op Sec surrounding it.” Winter found herself almost entranced at how the blonde spoke as she cleaned, Winter swallowing as she realized just how familiar she was…and how interesting the pose she chose for cleaning was…

As the blonde leaned over the table, her bust swayed with every movement, bouncing and jiggling, her chest and rear end shaking as she she did so.

Licking her dry lips, Winter realized that she needed to talk, otherwise she would likely end up doing something…potentially most unwise. “So, how are you enjoying Beacon? Weiss told me she herself experienced quite a bit of culture shock upon arrival.” Winter wasn’t lying about that, remembering the flurry of texts and messages from Weiss in her first few weeks at the school, some far more scathing than others.

The blonde paused, before giggling, her bosom jiggling dangerously, the creamy flesh of her cleavage growing more expansive with every bounce. “Well it was a bit rough in the beginning, though it helped that unlike Weiss, I didn’t exactly come without a support base, so I suppose that helped me? It doesn’t hurt that I was less…” the blonde paused, seeming to look for the proper word.

Winter smiled thinly. “My mother and I always called her ‘prickly’ when she was in one of her moods.”

~

“Sister!?” Weiss burst out, scandalized, while those who knew the girl all stifled laughs, as ‘prickly’ was a nice way of talking about the girl when she was in one of her moods.

~

The blonde giggled again, even louder this time as she nodded in agreement. “My mother would have taken me or any of my sisters over her knee had we acted like that in public.” she said, shaking her head, before she pouted. “She was really mean to me and Ruby before she calmed down, too.” she shook her head. “But she’s much kinder now, she’s calmed down a lot since the start of school…” she titled her head in a very familiar fashion, and Winter found herself wondering why the girl seemed so familiar, but forced her curiosity down, instead looking at the table that was now completely clean.

“Are you enjoying Dust Studies, Miss-!?” Winter’s words died in her throat as she saw the girl start to slip on some water on the floor, and found herself moving before she thought about it, scooping the young woman into her arms, only to slip herself and land on her back, her Aura tanking the blow…

…though she was not prepared for the fact that the girl landed chest first against her face, practically smothering her in softness, sweet scents, the dull thump of a heartbeat…

…and she found her cock exploding as the contents of her balls evacuated, her mind immediately going back to another moment like this, where she had a pair of tits this large, this soft, this sweet smelling , shoved in her face, her panties becoming ruined and her uniform pants becoming soaked on the front as she whined in humiliation, the sound lost in the cavernous bosom.

~

“...thankfully, she was too embarrassed falling chest first onto my face to notice that I came…” Winter sighed, looking down at her lap.

Cinder huffed a bit. “Don’t feel too ashamed. We’ve all been in that position…” the horse faunus sighed, folding her arms under her bust and shaking her head. Glancing down at her lap, where her own cock was making a massive tent.

Lian coughed into her hand, bringing attention back to her, “Cinder is right, Winter. We have all been there; that is why we have these meetings. Thank you for coming and sharing your story with us. Let us retire for the night, and we will meet up next when one of us needs to share a ‘Joan related incident’, okay?”

Receiving nods and calls of affirmation, Lian managed a small smile, despite the strain in her own nightgown. “Everyone have a good night.” she watched as the group stood up and started to disperse, before she finally did herself after shutting down the room, doing her best to keep from stimulating her cock anymore before she got back to the dorm room.

It was looking to be a long night…

Chapter Text

Pyrrha looked over the group that had arrived for this meeting of FABJA. It was a rather full house this time, or at least, it felt more so than usual.

Velvet and Ruby were sitting next to one another, whispering fiercely to one another as they talked about something, most likely Joan related. Judging from the tents in their lower garments, it was Joan related.

Weiss had her hands over her lap, but from her blush and fidgeting, she too, was aroused. The reason? Coco was next to her, whispering and showing her pictures on her scroll. Pyrrha narrowed her eyes, and hoped for her sake that none of them were of Joan, especially taken without her permission. Otherwise, something bad may happen to her legs once Nora found out.

Across from them, Neon and Ciel sat with Fiona, muttering softly as they gestured to one another, Neon the most animated and Ciel the most subdued, with a silent Elm behind them, though she was obviously effected by the words.

Reese and Arslan were sitting together, Reese actually in Arslan’s lap, and Pyrrha prayed to any god that was listening that they weren’t actually fucking here, otherwise, Nora would literally not be able to be stopped, especially since she had Lian on her lap right now, mainly to hide the hard on she was sporting.

The only reason all three of them were there was because Joan had decided to have a ‘sleepover’ with May tonight. She wouldn’t deny the jealousy she felt at that, but it made it easier that Joan was obviously just wanting to spend some time with her godsister.

Yang and Blake were towards the back of the room, chatting with one another as they talked about more mundane things; then again, neither had seen Joan that day, as far as she knew.

Her eyes slightly narrowed as she took sight of the last five, huddled in a circle. Cinder Fall, Emerald Sustrai, Neopolitan Torchwick, and Melanie and Miltiades Malachite, the twins looking haunted and ruffled as the other three sat around them. They were silent, but Pyrrha could tell that they had given the pair some form of comfort.

But now, it was time to start the meeting.

She coughed into her hand, silencing the conversations and bringing attention to her. She gave everyone a pleasant smile. “Hello, everyone and welcome to a new meeting of FABJA. Tonight, we have two speakers who had an experience at the same time…” she glanced to the blushing twins, “Melanie? Miltiades? You have the floor.”

The twins looked at one another, both flushing horribly, before they spoke in tandem.

“It was earlier today…” they began,

~

Melanie and Miltiades groaned as they thumbed through the books on Valean History, having to do research for a combined project for Doctor Oobleck and Professor Port about Grimm Migration Habits and how they had impacted the creation of Vale.

So, here they were, browsing through at least fifty books with publication dates ranging from five years ago to before the Great War, some of which were rare since a lot of books had been destroyed in the effort to eradicate art itself. And they still needed more sources.

“I’ll go and see if there are any more books relating to the subject, Milty.” Melanie rose from her seat, happy for the excuse to stretch her legs and get away from the books that were currently turning her brains into soup. She swore at words and events were bouncing around and getting mixed up in her head. Which they probably were. She was smart, for sure, but History wasn’t her strong suit. Which is why she and Miltiades were doubling up on the project.

Stretching, Melanie felt her joints pop before she made her way down between the stacks of books, wondering what works would actually help with their project. As she walked down the stacks, she wondered if any of the books at all would be worthwhile to help with their project.

As she made her way through the stacks, she bumped into someone, both of them yelping as they managed to avoid falling over, Melanie wondering who she had hit, only to suck a breath in as she saw a blonde braid of hair, bright blue eyes, and curves that strained the uniform that they wore.

Melanie felt her cock chubbing and her balls gurgling in her panties already at the sight of Joan Arc standing before her, looking frazzled as well from the bump.

“Sorry, sorry!” Melanie blurted out, hoping that she hadn’t upset the beautiful girl that she and her sister had been wanting to get closer to.

Thankfully, the blonde only smiled. “It’s okay, Melanie, I wasn’t looking.” and boy, did the fact that the blonde recognized her off the bat sent her heart a flutter. “What are you looking for?”

“Miltia and I are working on that project that Port and Oobleck about how Grimm Migrations affected history. We’re hip deep in books and still need more sources…” Melanie sighed, shaking her head.

She forced the blush down as she saw Joan visibly brighten, her smile almost blinding in nature at this point. “Oh, yeah that was rough. Thankfully, I finished that a couple days ago!” Melanie blinked once, twice, three times. Then, Joan said the magic words, ones that sung like an angelic chorus in her head. “Would you like some help with getting a few more sources that you may not have?”

Melanie couldn’t nod her head fast enough. Getting to spend time with her cute crush and getting what she needed to finish this hellish project with her sister! Count her in!

She followed the bubbly blonde through the stacks, her eyes embarrassingly dropping below the waist immediately and following the swing of her hips. She tried to resist, but it was impossible. Joan’s hips and rear were fucking hypnotic; it was like watching a pendulum sway.

She felt some pain on the inside of her mouth, but assumed she bit herself by accident when they had collided. It couldn’t be anything else, after all.

Melanie whimpered as she felt her cock swell in her panties as she watched the sway and jiggle before her, her balls reminding her of the fact that neither she nor her sister had emptied themselves in the past couple of days, since they had been forced to focus on this project.

~

Miltiades buried her face in her hands. “That’s when Goodwitch asked me about scheduling our Semblance check…” she mumbled, the red of her cheeks bleeding through her hands.

“Wait...you mean you-” Yang was cut off by Melanie continuing, her voice shrill and echoing through the room.

“Anyway!!!”

~

Miltiades was wondering where her sister was, it having been several long minutes already, although she did understand that she probably was looking through the stacks for books, but that did not explain the sensations that their semblance was giving her.

A quick lance of pain, followed by a bubbling sense of arousal, making her cock bloat a little as blood rushed to it. She bit her lower lip as she tried to calm herself (and Melanie) down. The last thing either of them needed was for them to have an ‘attack’ in the library and be banned from it.

“Miss Malachite?” Miltiades was pulled from her thoughts as she heard a voice call out to her, and glanced up, swallowing hard as she saw Deputy Headmistress Goodwitch having walked up near her without her noticing.

“Yes, Professor Goodwitch?” she asked, biting the inside of her cheek again to try and signal to Melanie to knock it out, whatever it was that she was doing.

“Yes, I wanted to tell you and your sister that we have scheduled several tests to see if we can’t help you both with your semblance.” while Miltiades would feel relief at that statement, since Beacon’s idea of ‘training’ would be leagues more sane than Neo’s (despite how much it had helped), the rapidly building arousal in her belly, in her balls, was filling her with panic instead, and she was hoping that the damned signal was letting her sister know to stop whatever she was doing.

~

Melanie was in heaven. She was currently sitting at a table with her (and several others close by, but they didn’t count) and pouring over several books and taking notes with her. They were close enough that she could smell her, the scent of lemons and oranges tickling her nose. Part of her longed to ask if it was her natural scent or a perfume, but she refrained, feeling it would be too creepy.

She felt creepy enough with her cock being a steel beam underneath the table, practically touching the tabletop from the bottom as she listened to Joan’s voice and her eyes following her swaying boobs as she leafed through book pages.

She knew that she was in real trouble now, panic starting to hit her as she realized that she wouldn’t be able to get up at all if she needed to, and anyone looking under the table would see something incredibly embarrassing.

“-the Slaughter of Nevermore Ravine was called that due to well, the Mantle Army being stupid enough to go into a dry ravine and being pinned down and most of their forces impaled by Nevermore Pinions from the ones that were nesting there.”

Okay, Melanie knew that the subject matter was morbid, but hearing the beautiful girl saying the words ‘pinned down’ and ‘impaled’ put more intimate images in her head, ones where the girl speaking was ‘pinned down’ between her and Miltiades and ‘impaled’ on their cocks, squealing and writhing in pleasure as they fucked her.

She was only half listening now, vaguely noticing that the others around them had left, leaving them alone, which she was going to savor.

Melanie was pulled out of her thoughts as Joan suddenly put a hand over her mouth and yawned, her incredible bust pushing out against the button up top, straining it. Oh, how she wished that she could see under it…

POP! POP! POP! POP! “EEEP!”

Melanie’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open as the buttons on Joan’s top exploded off of her body, flying across the room and ‘plink’ing along the ground as Joan’s top opened up and her absolutely massive breasts spilled out, cradled in a lovely blue with yellow trim bra that looked like it was on its last legs holding her impressive proportions.

Joan immediately tried tugging her top closed back over her chest, but all she succeeded in doing was making her breasts jiggle in such a way that Melanie had no hope in keeping her arousal down. Standing, she covered her chest and rushed off, her skirt moving with enough force that she saw pure white silk before the blonde vanished into the stacks, leaving her alone.

Biting her lip, Melanie buried her face in her arms as her balls unloaded all over the floor beneath the table with extreme prejudice as she came with a muted scream of pleasure.

Through the pleasure, all Melanie could do was hope that Miltiades had managed to get somewhere without embarrassing herself…

~

Miltiades wanted to die. Why? Not only had something enticed her sister to an orgasm, but she had been hit as well due to the ‘looping’ effect of their arousal! That wouldn’t be too bad, but the fact of the matter was, she hadn’t been able to get away and to a private place in order to release!

The result?

She had cum, and not only had she absolutely ruined hours of their work, Professor Goodwitch stood still before her, frozen in shock, her face and chest splattered with her cum.

The silence was damning, before Glynda spoke, her voice dead. “We shall never speak of this, Miss Malachite. Please take your sister to the Infirmary at the appointment time next week.” the woman growled, before stalking off.

Miltiades dearly wanted to ask if she was actually going to walk the halls painted in her cum, but she wasn’t stupid. As it was, her balls were still emptying themselves, and her voice didn’t work anyway, so it was a moot point.

She groaned, face planting into the table, the cum soaked papers sticking to her cheek.

~

“And that’s what happened…” Miltiades groaned out, both herself and Melanie shuddering and cum seeping through their clothes as they remembered what had happened earlier.

While everyone was sympathetic at the story, there was one other pressing matter, a persistent thought that only one person dared ask.

“How did you survive jizzing all over Goodwitch!?” Yang blurted out, her own erection straining against her shorts.

Both siblings buried their faces in their hands, refusing to speak anymore.

Realizing that she had to get things back on track before they derailed (especially since Nora had that look in her eye that said that she was about to listen to impulsive thoughts, and Reese was squirming on Arslan’s lap) further than they already were, Pyrrha coughed into her hand and cleared her throat. “Okay!” she flushed a bit as she heard her voice reach a high pitch, but she soldiered on, “Yang, that was rude, you know the rules of this support group!” she saw Yang flinch, and looked back at the others. “Melanie, Miltiades, thank you for sharing, and I am sorry you had such an embarrassing experience. Let’s all retire for the night...we all need to get some rest, I believe.”

“...and we all need to dump out a few loads as well…” despite the fact that it was plainly Neon that muttered that, no one said anything.

It was very true, after all.

Chapter Text

Another night, another meeting of FABJA was about to commence. The leader of the group tonight? Nora Valkyrie, with Pyrrha as partner. Lian was on “Joan Duty” tonight, watching over the girl they loved as she slept, and to ensure that she didn’t wonder where they were at if she happened to wake up.

And in Lian’s words, “If it means that I am her teddy bear for the duration of the night, that is a sacrifice I am more than willing to make…” her tone had been solemn, but the smile she had on her face told her that she was anything but humble in her desires to help…though they perfectly understood.

As it was, everyone was here tonight. A full house bar Lian. May Zedong. Velvet Scarlatina. Coco Adel. Team RWBY. Team NDGO. Reese Chloris. Ciel Soliel. Fiona Thyme. Neon Katt. Elm Ederne. The Malachite Sisters. Cinder Fall. Emerald Sustrai. Nora Valkyrie. Pyrrha Nikos. And Arslan Altan, who was looking the most frazzled that Pyrrha, or anyone for that matter, had ever recalled.

Her blonde hair, already messy at best normally, was in complete disarray, and her normally composed manner was nowhere to be seen. She was shaking and twitchy, and her eyes were slightly wild. Even more, she reeked of cum, though her clothes didn’t have any on them.

Next to her, her teammate Reese sat next to her quietly, a hand on her forearm in quiet solidarity.

“Okay, FABJA members! I won’t keep this going long, since we have a very intense story today!” Nora said, clapping her hands together once to gain the groups attention. “Arslan? You have the floor.”

The dark skinned blonde took a deep, shuddering breath, before letting it out slowly to calm herself. She licked her lips and closed her eyes, before opening them, the olive green orbs calmer. 

“It…it happened earlier…I was getting some late training in the gym after dinner…” she began.

~

Arslan huffed as she ran along the treadmill at a leisurely pace, intent on finishing up her kilometer run before doing some weightlifting to end the day. Granted, it would be better if she had someone to spot her at that, but Aura would be good enough to protect her should something happen.

She breathed hard but steadily as she ran along the treadmill, the subtle burn in her legs and lungs making her feel alive. Sweat dripped from her brow and dampened her tanktop, the outline of her black sports bra being visible through the slightly moistened green.

As she reached the kilometer mark, she reached out and slapped the ‘off’ switch, sighing as the treadmill slowed down, hopping down and stretching to ease her muscles. She knew that thanks to her Aura, there wouldn’t be any real soreness by morning unless she managed to injure herself, but the act was a holdout from before her Aura had been unlocked.

She sighed as she glanced over to the barbells, wishing again that Reese had been able to come, though she had needed to finish some of the classwork that she had put off to work on her weapon some, fine tuning its processes.

Finishing her stretches, Arslan made her way over to the mat where the large barbell was waiting for her to start working on it.

As she reached it, however, the door to the gym opened, making her look up, wondering who was coming in. Maybe the blonde pugilist that she saw on Team RWBY…

Her eyes widened as a blonde did come in, but not the one that she was thinking of.

Instead, it was the blonde that she and Reese (and many, many others) had become enamored with during their time here, Joan Arc…and she was dressed in such a way that it made her twitch. In ways that would be very embarrassing soon enough, if she didn’t calm down!

The blonde was wearing a white tank top that hugged her massive chest and was lifted enough to expose some of her trim belly, while also showing off the dark blue of the sports bra underneath it.

Arslan swore she heard it screaming for mercy from here.

Covering her lower half she wore almost sinfully tight shorts that clung to her tightly, though annoyingly, she couldn’t tell if she was a Pure Girl or not like the rumors that were going about claimed.

The blonde looked around the nearly empty gym (she was the only one there currently) before her blue eyes locked on her and brightened (so bright!), a wide smile forming on her face.

“Hi, Arslan! How are you?” she asked, her voice full of cheer. So much so that it would be nauseating if anyone else, but Joan always was genuine with her feelings.

Finding herself smiling despite the building panic due to her penis twitching in her shorts, Arslan nodded to her fellow (though brighter in color) blonde. “I’m doing okay, I suppose. Getting my daily workout in. I was about to do some weightlifting.” she gestured to the large barbell on the floor. She was surprised when the girl’s face lit up , but her internal musings were both cut short and answered when she spoke.

“That’s great! I was looking to do some weight training today as well, but I don’t have a spotter since Nora got detention for throwing Cardin out of a second story window. Do you need one too?”

~

Everyone looked at Nora, who’s smile had turned to malicious, and it was Ciel who decided to ask why she had 

Nora’s answer made their blood boil. “Oh, he was talking about how he was going to ‘make Joan see exactly what a catch he was’, and make her do some…things I won’t repeat. I didn’t agree, so, I ensured he took an express trip down to talk to Professor Goodwitch.”

From the looks around the room, several of them were also planning on ‘talking’ to Cardin when they got the chance. Most notably (and perhaps frighteningly) May and Velvet.

“But that’s not why we’re here girls! Arslan, please continue!”

~

Arslan was thankful for her dark skin, otherwise, she knew that the blush would be visible even from behind as she held the barbell on her shoulders and did squats with it, feeling the burn in her thighs, biceps, quads, and shoulders.

…all the while she felt Joan’s body against her own, her hands gently supporting her, her breasts squishing into her back, the platinum blonde swearing she could feel the nubs of her nipples grinding down against her skin, despite the layers of clothing between them.

Her self control had long since failed, and her cock was bulging obscenely in her exercise shorts, her heavy balls gurgling , though she only heard the sound thanks to her enhanced hearing.

Sweat dripped from her brow as she found herself trembling, the strain far worse than normal due to the flow of blood trying to go several different areas. It was bad enough that she didn’t trust herself to keep going.

She was used to doing at least fifty reps with the barbell; today, she had barely gotten twenty. “T-There we go.” she managed to croak out, hating how weak she sounded. “Y-Your turn, if you still wish to go.” part of her prayed that Joan didn’t, since she didn’t want the bubbly blonde to see how obscenely erect she was at the moment.

“Thanks!” but alas, that hope was dashed as the blonde moved to take her spot, the only crumb of comfort being that she hadn’t looked down before putting her back to her.

This, however, brought it’s own set of issues, since Arslan saw just how large and plump the peachy, heart shaped rear was…and just how well the shorts she wore clung to her skin, highlighting the shape of her rump.

Idly, Arslan noticed her fingers twitching hard, and knew that it was only her final dregs of self control that kept her from giving into the impulse to reach out and squeeze that rear and feel how soft or firm it really was.

And as Joan bent over…dear gods. Arslan swallowed hard as Joan pushed her ass out, huffing as she lifted up the barbell onto her shoulders and stood. “Ready, Arslan?” she distantly heard, snapping her out of her reverie.

She swallowed, stepping a bit forward and helping brace the barbell, her breasts brushing against the girl’s back. “Okay, are you ready?” she asked, getting an affirmative noise from Joan, making Arslan take a deep breath to calm herself. “Okay, let’s start. Slow-!!!” olive green eyes bulged in her sockets as Joan dropped, and she realized with horror exactly how close they were as pleasure erupted as the girl’s ass ground against her groin, her cheeks pressing down and pushing against her shaft.

Arslan’s pupils shrank as her cock and balls immediately reacted to the stimulation, the former throbbing and the latter bubbling and forcibly pushing precum out as she was literally given a clothed assjob.

It only got worse when Joan immediately started to rise back up, squeezing her cock against her cheeks. “One!” she chirped, before immediately dropping down into another squat, making Arslan jerk with a strangled sound.

“Two!” toes curled into workout shoes as a cold sweat broke out along her temples as Joan rose back up.

“Three!” her belly lurched, the muscles tensing as she tried desperately to hold back.

“Four!” Arslan’s eyes watered from the pure sensation that was filling her, already becoming overstimulated without even having an orgasm.

“Five!” black spots formed in her eyes, dancing around. Was she going to pass out?

“Six!” a sudden sharp sound startled her, before she realized that was her inhaling air again.

“Seven!” Arslan’s balls were going to pop. She couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t stop it…

“Eight!” Arslan bit her inner cheek as a dark spot formed on the front of her shorts.

“Nine!” Arslan tasted blood as Joan dropped, her fellow blonde somehow not noticing that her cheeks were squeezing her cock tightly. She was so close.

“And…Ten!” Arslan grunted, following Joan down into the squat as her tenuous self control was lost, the front of her shorts turning dark as large spurts of cum painted the inside of them, a small part of her knowing that her panties were a total loss and would need to be thrown away-

“Thanks very much, Arslan! It was great to work out with you…do you think we can do this again sometime?”

As Arslan gripped the barbell tightly, all she could do was nod. She knew if she opened her mouth, she would moan like a whore and shame herself.

“That’s great! Thanks very much! I got to go, I’ll talk to you later!” Arslan barely noticed as Joan walked away, falling over and whimpering softly as more cum pumped out of her balls, leaving the woman coated in cum, filled with shame, and smelling of sex.

~

Arslan buried her face in her hands, heat practically radiating off of her as a bulging tent formed in her shorts…much like everyone else had a bulge as well, and jealous looks on their faces when they realized that the lioness faunus had gotten an assjob from the girl they were all interested in.

“You…you lucky bitch…” Neon whined, cupping herself to cover the precum stain on her nightgown.

And none of them could disagree with Neon’s words, each of them fantasizing about the same thing happening to them.

This unfortunately, started off a chain reaction between all of them, the room becoming filled with shamefully loud moans, whines, and splats of cum splattering on the floor.

Pity the janitorial staff of Beacon, as they would have quite the cleaning job in the morning…

Chapter Text

It was the newest meeting of FABJA, and tonight was led by Lian Ren, with Nora Valkyrie being her second. Pyrrha had been meaning to come and be Lian’s second for the night, but when she and Joan had been watching a movie earlier, Joan had fallen asleep, her head on the redhead’s chest. Pyrrha had been not only unable, but unwilling to make Joan move, even as the other blonde’s hand crept up and rested on the breast she wasn’t letting her head lay against.

While the tent that she pitched was highly embarrassing, as was Joan grabbing her breast, at the very least Joan wasn’t groping her lower regions in her sleep before they left. It had happened before and the mess had been...well. Let’s just say all three futa members of JNPR had to replace their pajamas several times throughout the year.

But that was neither here nor there, as they both sat in the room, looking over the assembled crowd at the moment.

May, Velvet, and Ruby were all talking softly, blushes on their faces as they were obviously talking about last meeting’s subject matter, if the nearby Arslan’s burning red face meant what they thought.

Fiona and Neon were chatting as well (who knew that those two were old friends?) as they waited for the meeting to begin properly, doing their best to stay calm, which was honestly failing, considering their lower garments were bulging outwards.

Other members of FABJA were mingling about as well, though the main reason they were here tonight was surrounded by her own support group.

Neopolitan was sitting curled up in her seat, the act of hugging her legs making her look far more vulnerable than she had ever seemed outside, with Cinder, Emerald, and the Malachite Twins sitting around her, each of them talking to her quietly, the sounds lost in the din of conversation.

Clearing her throat, Lian looked over the room as they quieted down. “Hello, everyone, and welcome to another meeting of FABJA.” she began, seeing the expectant looks from those around her. “Today we have another person who needs to share what happened to them. Remember, there is no mocking anyone for their embarrassments, understood?” she warned, knowing that a few people in the room thought the girl haughty, especially Nora.

Then again, her partner had never forgiven the mute girl for the sex toy incident...or the punishment both had gotten from Goodwitch after said incident was over.

“The person who needs to speak tonight is Neo. Neo? At your leisure, please.”

A slight mechanical whine spilled from Neo’s hypervoice as she sighed, looking up, her mismatched pink and brown eyes glazed over before they sharpened as she was pulled out of her memories.

“<Hah...it...it was during the Halloween Movie Marathon that the Beacon Theater offered…>” she said through her hypervoice, her tone slightly shaky, even through the prosthetic.

~

“This is going to be so much fun, Neo! I know you like horror movies, so I thought this could be fun!” Neo couldn’t help but smile at how energetic Joan was, the bubbly girl practically bouncing on her feet, which did...enticing...things to her chest.

Neo shook herself. She needed to stay calm. This was one of the few times she was sure to have time alone with the blonde beauty, and she wasn’t going to let her hormones ruin it for her.

“<Thank you for the invitation, Joan. I hardly ever get invited to go to the movies.>” which was a pretty sad truth. Due to being a mute, it had always been hard for Neo to connect with others, and never mind the fact that most people didn’t like the same movies she did...which she thought rather sad. After all, most people tended to cringe at seeing visceral horror and bloodshed, and those that didn’t, were Hunters and it rated a ‘meh’.

But Neo found an enjoyment among them, if only because the ‘pint-sized terror’ (as her adopted father Roman referred to her as) enjoyed mocking the cliches and outdoing the carnage against Grimm targets or training bots...though she would admit that it wasn’t the same without blood.

But that was neither here nor there. Flashing their student ID’s, Neo made her way with the bubbly blonde to the concession counter, both getting popcorn and their chosen drinks (for her it was a cherry soda, and she noticed that Joan got a normal cola) and headed to their chosen theater.

As they entered, they noticed that while there were some students, the back seats (“The best seats!” Joan proclaimed) were completely empty and with a happy sound, Joan grabbed Neo’s hand and pulled her over to them.

Settling into the seats, Neo could admit that Beacon really did do right by its students, and this certainly beat having to scrounge for entertainment!

Settling in, Neo couldn’t wait to see what movies were picked for the night.

~

Emerald groaned, putting her head in her hands. “You poor, poor bitch…” she groaned, knowing exactly what happened, getting a flustered look from Neo, who waved her hands wildly, an almost unheard of expression from the normally sure of herself member of their team. “You were doomed before you knew it…”

Before Lian could say anything, Neo nodded, continuing. “<Yeah, I learned that the hard way...damn it.>” she huffed as Yang snickered at the inadvertent pun she made. “<I failed to think of the fact that she’s jumpy…>”

~

Neo was enthralled by the movie on screen; it was an older one, a more classic one, but that didn’t mean that it was less impressive than the newer movies. Actually, considering it was a classic, it captured her attention better than the ones that only relied on excessive blood and gore.

These had story building in them.

However, she had failed to realize that Joan could get jumpy this these movies (surprising, since she had seen the girl fight an Alpha Ursa in the Emerald Forest without a lick of fear on her face)...at least, until the blonde literally jumped out of her seat with a squeak and landed onto her lap, her bubbly rear pressing down onto her.

Neo released a sharp breath, her pupils shrinking as she felt the bubbly swell rub against her groin, her cock, which had been calming, surging with arousal from the feeling of a curvy woman, and the sweet smell of her skin.

Neo’s teeth sank into her lower lip as she tried to desperately keep her cock from bulging out and poking Joan in the rear. That was not how she wished to let her crush know that she liked her!

It was going to be awkward enough telling her eventually that she had sex with her porn star aunt!

Even worse, she was helpless to let Joan know what was happening to her, since her Hypervoice was off, and her head was shoved into the girl’s chest, leaving only her eyes (now glowing bright) looking at the screen as the killer stalked their next victim.

As they pinned them down and began to stab, Joan jerked as though she was the one being stabbed, physically each and every time.

...and considering her cock was harder than the shaft of Hush at the moment, perhaps that was a bad analogy?

Every shift on her lap was torture, Neo feeling precum leaking out into the fabric of her underwear, over her balls, as the beautiful blonde bounced on her lap in fright.

Bounce! Neo gasped as Joan rocked her rear against the bulge in her pants without knowing what she was doing.

Bounce! Her face was pulled down further into Joan’s chest, her nose in the girls cleavage, the only thing she was capable of smelling being the sweetness of the girl’s skin.

Bounce! Her balls churned angrily, loudly enough that she swore it was a miracle that no one heard it over the sounds of the movie in front of them.

BOUNCE! Neo’s eyes closed as she lost her battle with her orgasm, shuddering hard as cum sprayed into her pants, soaking them and covering her cock, balls, and inner thighs with the thick warmth vacating her balls.

Her shuddering was pronounced enough that Joan noticed and hugged her all the tighter, whispering into her ear, “It’s okay, I’m scared too!” wiggling closer as and only making her cum harder.

~

“<The only way that I managed to maintain any dignity is spilling my drink over my lap when Joan finally got off of my lap...but I’m still pretty sure everyone but Joan knew...>” Neo groaned, burying her face into her hands.

Cinder huffed. “They probably did…” she muttered, shaking her head sadly, knowing the embarrassment that her teammate must have felt. Though that statement was probably better off not being made, as Neo only curled up more.

Lian sighed, knowing exactly what the girl felt, as did Nora and Pyrrha. “...thank you for sharing with us, Neo.” she said softly, “Let us end the meeting and head to bed, it’s getting late for us all.”

Shuffling filled the room as members of the support group shuffled out, some walking straighter than others, the support group separating until their next needed meeting...

Chapter Text

Lian Ren looked around the room. It was time for another FABJA meeting, and they had a rather full house this time.

Pyrrha and Nora were both with her tonight, and the only reason that both were there was the fact that Joan was spending the night in the hospital wing for an overnight sleep test, leaving all of them free to actually join this meeting.

Ruby was talking animatedly with both Velvet and May, more expressive than she was even with her team, making her wonder just how those three became friends. Maybe one day she would learn.

Cinder, Emerald, Neo, and the Malachite Twins were a lot more quiet, talking in hushed tones, the twins having their hands over their laps to avoid showing off the fact that they were already hard.

Blake, Weiss, and Yang were sitting off to the side, talking to themselves as well, though she could tell they were trying not to talk too much about Joan, with Weiss nervously changing subjects between several things.

Reese and Arslan were chatting quietly, though from the swelling erections, she hoped that they stayed calm until after the meeting was done…

The largest group was those who came from Atlas; Ciel Soliel, Neon Katt, Fiona Thyme, all of them sat next to a very bashful giantess, Elm Ederne, who was hunched over and, just by looking at her, one could see the embarrassment wafting off of her.

Clearing her throat, Lian got the attention of the room and smiled softly. “Hello, everyone.” she said, looking over the packed room. “Welcome to this meeting of FABJA. We have a new speaker tonight. Please give Elm Ederne a warm welcome. Elm? You have the floor.”

The dark skinned woman looked up, flushing slightly and taking a deep breath. “H-Hi...this...well it happened earlier today…”

~

Elm finished her repetition, setting the weight back on it’s rack as she sat up and wiped her face with her towel, loving the strain a good workout gave her, how the soreness of her muscles made her feel alive from having a good workout.

She took a deep drink from her bottle, the water quenching her thirst and hydrating her after her workout.

Standing, she began to head to the treadmill to continue her workout, happy that Beacon Academy had such a well equipped gym.

As she started walking over to the treadmills, she heard an odd sound, like dull smacking. Turning towards it, she froze mid-step. Why?

She saw Joan Arc standing in the area with the punching bag, holding her hands up in a mediocre hand to hand stance as she ‘attacked’ the punching bag before her. She could tell that she wasn’t truly knowing what she was doing, but she was trying her best.

Despite remembering what happened during that...incredibly awkward...New Year’s Party where she was not only groped, but made to grope the girl she was watching. Her fingers twitched as she remembered how soft her breasts were…

She shook her head fiercely to banish the thoughts and lingering phantom sensations away, needing to focus on the ‘now’ rather than back then.

Seeing her attempt to punch the bag she was using in a mediocre fashion, she decided to step in and see if she could help. Not only was her form somewhat painful to look at, but they should be helping one another. And honestly, the girl was incredibly sweet and nice to be around, so it couldn’t be that bad, could it?

~

The sounds of flesh hitting flesh filled the room as every single person there palmed their own faces. No words were said, but the act was enough, leaving a flustered Elm sitting there awkwardly in the quiet, before she continued, not wanting to be told things like ‘you doomed yourself’, or ‘why did you tempt fate?’

~

Elm didn’t find this too difficult so far; she had helped others back in Atlas with their hand to hand before, though she was referring to the actions of teaching...the fact that she was dealing with one of the bounciest students she’d ever had. She knew the girl was wearing a sports bra, she could see the lining bleeding through the shirt she was wearing, but it was doing nothing to contain her considerable assets.

This was going to be more awkward than she thought.

But she persevered, doing her damnedest to focus on teaching the girl how to throw a good punch without leaving herself open. After a good hour of that, though, she ended up damning herself by suggesting grappling training.

~

“Oh god...f-fuck!” the twins moaned, clutching themselves as they both tipped over the edge and collapsed onto the floor, cumming from the mere thought of having a ‘grappling’ match with the blonde.

Not that anyone else mocked them, each of them were rock hard and dark spots were visible on their night clothes from the thought as well…

~

“Argh!” with a decidedly cute battle cry (not that Elm would ever say it) Joan launched herself forwards, throwing her body against her and trying to take her down to the mat, which she allowed, letting the blonde pin her and hold her down.

Despite the fact that this was supposed to be training, Elm bit the inside of her cheek as her balls reminded her that she hadn’t cum in the past week or so due to the fact that she was so busy, her cock hard and straining against her gym shorts, her balls churning from the need they had.

She did her best to ignore it. She could strangle her dick until her balls were shrunken down to raisins in her sack later.

“Good. Now, we’re going to try this once more, as a full on spar, okay?” she said, smiling at the blonde as they both stood, Joan nodding seriously and taking her spot across from her, taking her stance as did Elm.

Elm wasn’t going to take it easy on her, but she also wasn’t going to go all out, either. That was no way to learn.

Both stared at one another for several moments, before they moved.

The sound of flesh striking flesh filled the air as Elm clashed with Joan, forearms pressing against one another as both worked for their advantage, before breaking away a bit from each other, looking for weaknesses in each other’s form.

Elm was rather impressed due to how much the blonde had learned in the short lesson, how she had managed to absorb what she had been taught and was able to keep up with her...granted, she was holding back a fair bit at the moment, but-

Dark eyes widened as a busty blonde leapt at her, the mere act stunning her enough that she was slammed into and taken down to the mat, her head smooshed into a sweaty cleavage (one that she realized smelled good, a natural sweetness that made her cock twitch), and she tried to free herself as she heard the blonde giggle. “Submit, or I’ll use my secret technique I learned from my Auntie~!”

Breaking away, she managed a smile, even as her cock spurted precum into her compression panties. “You’re not winning that easily, Joan!” though she found herself spun onto her stomach (how had she?) and brought up to her knees, her ass pushed into the air.

She barely managed to feel a fleeting sense of embarrassment before she heard something terrifying and seductive at the same time. “Auntie Cynthia’s Technique: Internal Relaxation!” before she jerked as her ass was breached, gym shorts, panties, and all, and pulsing pleasure slamming into her prostate, radiating outwards, filling her balls, before her eyes rolled up and she moaned helplessly as everything in her balls evacuated in seconds, blackness creeping in as she heard Joan’s cheerful voice saying...something, before she blacked out.

~

“I woke up with Joan hovering over me worriedly, and then visited the nurse on duty afterwards…” Elm admitted, her voice shamed, her cheeks a visible red despite her darker skin, “And Joan…whatever she did managed to drain me to the point that I’m apparently going to be shooting dry for at least a week. There’s nothing left in my balls at the moment...I’ll need to go in every few days to get checked out.” she buried her face in her hands from embarrassment, the emotion radiating off of her in waves.

Everyone around her was swallowing hard, their lower garments tented, dark spots on all of them, each of them squirming in their seats and shamefully fantasizing about having a ‘hand to hand’ training match with Joan that resulted in the exact same end…

Even if they couldn’t cum properly for a week, the price would be worth it...wouldn’t it?

Coughing into her hand, Lian looked at the group. “Th-Thank you for sharing your story with us, Elm...the meeting is adjourned.” she needed to deal with her hard on, and fast. Thankfully though, Joan was away from the dorm for the night...and with the look Nora was giving her? That was good.

...She’d have to apologize to Pyrrha later for the fact that the redhead definitely wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight.

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Nora sighed as she sat at the current FABJA Meeting, watching everyone sitting around in their normal circles, feeling really annoyed. Why was this? Valentine’s Day had passed, and she, Renny, and Pyrrha hadn’t managed to confess to Joanie yet!

...though to the same note, she had the solace that no one else had confessed to her, either, so there was still a chance for Operation: Juniper Berries to take off! But that didn’t mean that there weren’t threats to the plan in the works...everyone in this room was a threat to it!

Ruby Rose, who sat with two of the most dangerous prospects, Velvet Scarlatina and May Zedong, each of them talking quietly, looking saddened, no doubt over the fact that they hadn’t managed to confess to Joan yet, either.

Around the room, all the faces seemed saddened, but she wasn’t going to let that stoke her sympathy, for all were threats to Operation: Juniper Berries!

Her eyes flicked over to the star of tonight’s meeting: Cinder Fall, which made her glad that Pyrrha was currently on “Joan Watch”. The two’s relationship was...volatile at best, surrounding their beloved blonde.

And Nora had a feeling that whatever she was going to talk about would make Pyrrha’s adherence to the rule of non aggression questionable at best, so it was perhaps better that she was snuggled up with the beautiful blonde tonight.

She cleared her throat, bringing attention to her. She smiled, despite the fact that her nerves were already getting to her, wondering what had happened to Cinder just before this meeting…

“Hello, everyone, and welcome to another meeting of FABJA. I know that we are all tired from our various days, but we had an emergency call by one of our own, Cinder Fall. She needs to tell her own tale of ‘Joan Exposure’. Cinder, you have the floor, whenever you’re ready.”

Cinder Fall took a deep breath, chest heaving in her nightgown, her nipples bleeding through the material. “I...it actually happened on Valentine’s Day…”

Nora’s fist clenched as she heard the words. Oh yes, it was a good thing that Pyrrha was currently cuddled up next to a sleeping Joan. She was sure that her beautiful redheaded teammate wouldn’t like hearing this…

~

In the Team JNPR dorm, Pyrrha’s head snapped up and here eyes narrowed, wondering just why she felt like punching Cinder Fall in her smug face.

After a moment, though, she shook her head and turned her focus back on her precious sleeping partner, the young woman that she wanted to date, to introduce to her mother, to eventually marry and have babies with…

...she just needed to get the figurative balls to do it.

~

Cinder swallowed. “I...I was lucky to spend some time with Joan...I...I certainly wasn’t expecting it to be on Valentine’s Day, of course…”

Despite the rampant looks of jealousy, even from her own teammates, Cinder drove on. “Joan said she wanted to get dinner out of the school for once, and offered me to come with and pay for it...I know she didn’t really think of the day in question…but...” she swallowed, looking down at her lap, the bottom of her nightgown already lifting upwards…

~

Cinder felt incredibly out of place, sitting in a very high end restaurant, dressed in a very causal outfit, while everyone else around her was dressed to the nines. Joan herself was dressed seemingly causally as well, but she managed to make it look alluring all the same, the dark skirt clinging to her hips and rear end and fluttering around her thighs, her black top tightly hugging her chest and cradling her breasts, two of the buttons undone and showing a tantalizing amount of cleavage, forcing Cinder to keep her eyes on Joan’s face.

Still, she had to speak up, not knowing how she got a booth here. She knew that this was the type of restaurant that booked at least a year in advance before people could take their seats, but Joan had just brought them into this booth!

And she had heard about the food here, this was a place that she had never thought she’d be able to enter in her lifetime! She also felt her heart sink as she saw the prices; there was no way she could afford this. Just the fact that she grew up on the streets was making her inner Lein-pincher shriek. She was sure that if Emerald was here, the poor girl would have passed out already.

But Joan had insisted, and she had ordered Beef Valean, tenderloin of beef wrapped in puff pastry. And it was delicious; she had never had such extravagant food in her life.

Beacon wasn’t spoiled for choice honestly, but the food wasn’t like this. And the fact that they were here? In this extravagant restaurant, having an obviously expensive, candlelit dinner? It screamed ‘confession’ to a tiny, hopeful part of her mind.

~

Cinder knew she was treading the line, hearing growling coming from several of the members in the room, knowing that the rules were the only thing saving her from being throttled at the moment.

“Unfortunately, as you can all guess, Joan was being Joan the entire meal, wiggling and shifting in her seat as she enjoyed her food, and with her top like it was…” Cinder sighed, glancing down to see her cock bulging lewdly in her nightgown, the shape of it bleeding through.

“But then…” Cinder shuddered, “Then came dessert…” she muttered, a thousand yard stare on her face.

~

Cinder found herself thankful that she thought ahead; the moment that Joan had insisted on coming out with her to a dinner, she knew from experience that embarrassment was sure to follow and had hidden in the bathroom and put a condom before coming out with her.

...which is the only reason she didn’t have an embarrassing puddle of precum underneath her chair at the moment...though she had the horrible feeling the swelling condom was in danger of being visible. Thankfully she had also been smart enough to loosely strap her cock to her leg to keep it from springing up and exposing her by flipping her skirt.

She just had to make it through dessert...and if she was lucky, potentially confess to Joan...though she had a feeling that it wasn’t going to happen today, if only not to embarrass either of them.

She did want to thank her, to tell her how much she appreciated how she treated her like a normal person, and eventually, how she felt for her.

She was drawn from her musings as the waiter came back, carrying a platter and setting it down on the cleaned table, three small pots and a myriad of things set on smaller plates around it; fruits, pound cake, marshmallows, graham crackers, and the like.

The waiter pulled off the tops of the three pots, revealing that it was chocolate fondue of three different types: White, Milk, and Dark chocolate. Cinder swallowed hard as Joan grabbed one of the fondue forks and speared a piece of the pound cake and dipped it into the white chocolate.

Seeing the gooey white substance clinging to the food and drip back down into the pot made her cock twitch, the imagery making her spurt more precum into the condom, leaving her a shuddering mess as she watched Joan’s tongue poke out and catch an errant drip of the creamy concoction, before the piece of chocolate covered cake disappeared into her mouth.

“Mmm~” Cinder nearly choked. That sound was sinful, and made her cock throb angrily, feeling a large burst of precum splatter into the condom that she was wearing.

To try and steady herself, she grabbed the other fondue fork and speared a strawberry and dipped it into the milk chocolate, putting it into her mouth and chewing, shuddering at the sweet and tangy flavors of the strawberry and the richness of the chocolate.

It...was enjoyable, despite the fact that her cock was harder than a steel beam, and oozing more and more precum into the thin latex with every happy moan and wiggle that Joan made in her seat.

However, Cinder’s ability to keep herself calm was lost soon after, as one of Joan’s pieces of dessert lost some of the white chocolate...which splattered onto her exposed cleavage, slowly sliding towards the inside.

She whimpered as Joan wasn’t even bothered, reaching down and scooping the melted mess up with a finger and licking it off.

Images of Joan doing the same to her cum flooded Cinder’s brain, her balls, already on edge, throbbed and released, fat loads of cum spraying out and filling the heavy duty faunus condom as her mind overloaded, her hand desperately snagging the thin latex as it fell from the bottom of her dress, stretched to danger of bursting.

~

Cinder’s face was a deep red as she finished her tale, and there wasn’t a soft cock in the room. “I know it was noticed, but thankfully no one said anything…”

Nora buried her face in her hands. While she despised feeling sympathy for Cinder, she in this instance, could. So could Lian and Pyrrha. Especially after last night. “Lian and I feel your pain, Cinder…” she grumbled.

Shaking her head, she looked at the assembled group. “Thanks for sharing your story, Cinder. I think we all better take care of certain things before we settle in for the night…” she gave Lian a glance, letting her know that there was no way they could go back until this was handled...which she she got a solemn nod back in understanding.

Joan was so lucky that she was so adorable; there was no way they’d let this stand if she was anyone else!

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“Hello, everyone, and welcome to another meeting of FABJA.” Lian started off the meeting, looking over the group assembled for their meeting tonight.

She, Nora, and Pyrrha were all present, surprisingly enough, though the three of them were rather...jealous of the reason why.

The reason being? Joan was having a sleepover with May, Velvet, and Ruby that night. Their only solace was the fact that all three girls were so terminally shy that they knew that nothing untoward would happen at all.

...though it might be the subject of a later FABJA meeting, if Joan ended up being...Joan.

Coco was sitting alone, since Velvet was currently with Joan, inspecting her nails as she waited for the meeting to start.

Emerald, Neo, and Cinder were sitting in their normal places, Emerald and Cinder talking to each other in quiet voices, while Neo was signing to the Twins next to her, smirking as both shifted in place, blushing brightly as they squirmed in their seats. Lian hoped that neither came before the meeting started, otherwise nothing would get done tonight.

NDGO were all talking fast and hard under their breaths, making hand gestures, most of them crude, though Gwen Darcy was sitting noticeably quietly in her seat. A small ugly feeling appeared in her chest, still remembering the New Year’s meeting where one of them alluded to treating Joan like a trophy.

Ciel, Neon, and Fiona were all silent, fidgeting in place as they waited for the meeting to start.

Which left Weiss and Blake sitting on either side of Yang, who was sitting stoically, looking frustrated at herself. Who was the one who was going to speak tonight, which surprised Lian. Yang had never really shown any sort of physical or emotional attraction to Joan before, after all. But who knows what happened? They’d find out soon enough.

“Today, Yang has the need to speak. Yang? It’s your turn to speak.”

The blonde took a deep breath and sighed. “Okay...it...happened earlier today…”

~

“Ugh...why do we need to know this stuff?” Yang groaned, rubbing her head as she tried to figure out the whole need of how potential semblances were made. It was a genetics lesson in Oobleck’s class, not something that was normally taught to aspiring Hunters, which was why she was so irritated, especially due to how History wasn’t her favorite subject.

“To know just how dark our history has been at some points.” Joan said as she wrote notes down. “There was an incredibly dark time where people were intentionally paired up to try and make Super Children by combining semblances or getting multiple people with the same one to make a ‘Legendary Bloodline’?” the blonde was somewhat animated, her hair swaying, her chest heaving as she spoke with passion, the jiggle catching Yang’s eye, making her twitch in her seat.

While Yang never found Joan that physically attractive (that screamed a level of narcissism that she wouldn’t be able to dodge), but she couldn’t deny that her fellow blonde was hot...unfortunately, confusingly arousing level of hot, her cock stiffening as Joan shifted in her seat, her tits bouncing in her top as the blue eyed blonde continued her talk.

~

Everyone looked at Yang in a somewhat new light, since they hadn’t really known her reasoning for why she wasn’t attracted to Joan. It wasn’t like she was obligated to want the beautiful blonde, but at least they had a better understanding of why.

And well, they could somewhat understand the narcissism comment as well, though considering that Saphron, Joan’s own sister, was affected, what did that say about her them?

These thoughts weren’t spoken, allowing Yang to continue her explanation uninterrupted.

~

“Imagine how they must have felt, being told that they would have to have children with someone they didn’t love in an attempt to either have a super child or pass down their own ability to their children! Weiss would be in the biggest danger of our friends so far, with both her mother and sister sharing the same semblance!” Joan continued, huffing, her chest heaving in her top, “Heck, they even paired people up just for looks for pleasure slaves!”

Yang shifted, hating the fact that she hadn’t gotten off in a week or so due to several reasons, since despite the dark subject matter, she wasn’t getting any softer.

“It’d be like if you and I were made to have a baby together to make the ‘perfect blonde sex pet’!” Yang’s eyes widened and her cock twitched at the words, her traitorous mind going to just how a baby between them would be made.

~

Yang paused as the temperature around her dropped, making her rub her face. “Don’t get jealous…” she sighed, “You know that she’d have likely have made the same statement with any of you...though I do get how you’re feeling with the ‘perfect blonde sex pet’ remark.”

A round of blushes filled the room as those around thought about how they would react if Joan had commented on them having children, despite the circumstances.

Each fidgeted in their spots as they thought about what what a child between them and Joan would look like…

Yang cleared her throat, even as she found herself blushing as well. “Let me continue…”

~

Yang was unable to fully focus as Joan continued to complain, waving her hands around, which only made her chest bounce wildly as the girl ranted about how the act of making people get together and have children for the sole purpose of more power or beauty was ‘reprehensible’ and ‘horrific’, and that ‘the act of marriage and having children should be for love’.

Of course, she was unable to find herself focusing on the conversation and the assignment that they should be working on, her balls letting her know that they were unhappy at being ignored for the days that they had been.

She was pulled from her thoughts as Joan sighed loudly. “Sorry...this concept just...irritates...me badly.” she said, rubbing her face and looking saddened. She grabbed her water bottle and opened it, lifting it to her mouth…

Yang’s eyes widened as water spilled down over Joan’s top, turning the white material see through, showing off the white bra underneath it, though Yang swore that she could see a hint of pink.

She bit down on her lip as Joan squeaked, shooting up and making her tits bounce hard as she tried to wipe herself clean, making Yang shake her head, knowing that that wasn’t doing much.

Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a towel that she always carried in case she wanted to work out after classes. “Here, Joan.” she said with a smirk, trying to ignore her amusement, especially as the blonde lunged for it-

-all up until Joan landed on her lap, her fat ass smothering her cock and face buried in her chest, a blinding bit of pain and pleasure surrounding her nipple-

Yang groaned as she erupted, the pain and pleasure combining and making her cum hard, soaking her panties and skirt, excess cum leaking down her thighs and pooling down onto the chair, dripping down onto the floor as Joan pulled back and sputtered apologies to her.

~

Yang looked down, cheeks flushed as she finally realized that she liked some pain mixed with pleasure in the most awkward way that she could imagine, all while the others in the room were trembling in such a way that meant that they were obviously wondering what it felt like.

“So...yeah, I ended up cumming cause she sat on my dick and bit my tit…” why was she feeling so awkward!? She wasn’t someone that easily embarrassed!

“Hngh~!!” Yang sighed as the twins hunched over, gasping and straining as they came. Wow, those two were real perverts…

Lian coughed as everyone tried not to stare at the twins as their cum dripped down onto the floor, puddling beneath them as they both dumped every drop of the creamy contents of their balls out onto the floor.

“Thank you Yang, for sharing your story with us. I’m sorry you had something so embarrassing happen to you.” though her words were honest, Lian couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be in that situation that Yang had found herself in.

Would she have the ability to feel as good as Yang did, or would she not like the pain?

A look around the room showed that everyone’s thoughts were dreamy at the thought as well, each of them wondering the same thing.

She had a feeling that each of them were going to be thinking on that tonight when they were in bed...

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“Hello again, everyone! Welcome to another meeting of FABJA!” Pyrrha said cheerfully, even though generally, the meetings of which were stressful for everyone involved.

Currently, Joan was with Lian in the dorm room, deeply asleep and clinging to the svelte girl like a limpet, much to Nora’s jealousy...though that was mainly due to the fact that Joan had practically shoved Lian’s head into her cleavage as she slept.

...not that Pyrrha could blame her for being jealous.

But that wasn’t the point at the moment.

The usual suspects were all there. Velvet, May, and Ruby were all sitting in their usual seats, looking somewhat haunted, making Pyrrha wonder just how bad the ‘sleepover’ they had with Joan had gone in terms of keeping their sanity.

Coco was near them, looking torn between amusement and understanding.

Weiss, Blake, and Yang were by Ruby’s side, looking amused and jealous in different measures, Yang being the most amused, Weiss and Blake being more jealous.

Cinder, Emerald, Neo, and the Twins were huddled up and chatting, each of them looking pensive and somewhat stressed.

Reese and Arslan were chatting about their day, both looking less stressed than the others, but then, they had been away from Beacon all day.

Neon and Ciel were talking to the reason that this meeting was called, Fiona Thyme, the sheep faunus looking mortified and shrinking into herself, her pants showing an ice pack held to the groin.

“Tonight we have Fiona Thyme, who needs to speak of her own experience. Fiona, you have the floor, and take your time.” Pyrrha could see that the poor girl was mortified, but she nodded.

“I...it happened earlier today…” the white haired faunus said, her floppy ears twitching, wincing as she shifted.

~

Fiona rushed through the halls, needing to get to the Heat Room yesterday, her balls overstuffed with thick cum, needing to be free. She needed to get to there before she embarrassed herself!

Rushing forwards, she slapped the Elevator button and tapped her foot impatiently as she watched the light slowly move towards her, feeling antsy and nervous as her balls groaned in her pants. While she wasn’t in heat, she was certainly backed up due to lack to time to tend to her needs.

Thankfully, Doctor Mercy was very lenient about girls using the machines if they got backed up uncomfortably.

“Can’t you get here any faster!?” she hissed under her breath, her ears flopping in agitation as she found her nerves being frayed hard.

Ding! “Finally!” she hissed, darting into the elevator and slapping the button to send her to the Infirmary.

The doors started to close, allowing her to finally start relaxing…

“Wait for me!” a faint cry reached her ears as an arm stuck between the doors of the elevator, making them open back up fully. “Whew, caught it in time.”

Fiona’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull as she realized that it was Joan, the girl who had shoved her head into her cleavage and stroked her ears, making her cum like crazy on the dance floor.

That had been so embarrassing...thankfully, she wasn’t the only victim that night.

But she had cum harder than she ever remembered due to that, and any orgasm that she had since that New Year’s Party had felt shallow.

But she also quivered in terror as the girl entered the elevator, her balls churning eagerly as her mind went back to that heavenly feeling. As Joan slipped into the elevator with her, Fiona froze as the doors closed, the air blowing inwards and…

carrying the most delicious smell with it.

Her cock throbbed, precum squirting into her panties, making her quiver in her spot as her nostrils flared, her lungs working hard to draw in more of the delicious scent as she stared at the beautiful girl as she glanced at the control panel, nodding in satisfaction as she saw which button was lit up.

As they began to move again, the scent coming up again in another powerful wave, Fiona knew that this was going to be har-DIFFICULT! NOT HARD! DON’T THINK HARD!

It was going to be difficult to remain calm until they reached the top level.

Desperately trying to breathe shallowly as the elevator began to rise, Fiona willed the cramped box they were in to move.

Which was difficult as she watched the blonde girl hum a sweet tune to herself as she moved her hair, bringing attention to the fact that she as glistening with sweat, and finally bringing attention to the Fiona that she was dressed in a sweatsuit.

Despite everything telling her to keep breathing slowly and shallowly, and to not do anything beyond that, Fiona found her mouth moving. “J-Just finished working out?” she asked, cursing as her cock throbbed as she got another lungful of the sharp, but delicious scent.

She threw her hands over her lap to hide the embarrassing bulge as she saw Joan start turning, a smile as bright as the sun on her face. “In a matter of speaking, yes! I had a nice long run, but remembered I needed to speak to A-Doctor Mercy before I went for a shower!” Fiona nodded silently, her hips jerking into her hands as she found herself inhaling another wave of the sweet and sharp scent of her natural sweat.

She could already feel her cock drooling cum into her underwear...and she couldn’t stop it.

As the blonde opened her mouth the speak, Fiona realizing with dread it was likely going be asking why she was going to be going up to see Mercy, but she was thankfully (?) stopped as the elevator jerked in place, stopping movement, making both of them stumble, Fiona crashing into the back wall-

-olive green eyes widened as she saw Joan lose her balance, falling forwards, her head being covered in a shadow of Joan’s chest-

-SMOOOSH! Fiona’s squeal was lost, smothered in the soft, sweaty cavern of Joan’s cleavage. Her cock and balls throbbed angrily, cum oozing out despite the tight clench her hands had over her shaft.

Thankfully, the pleasurable hell was only for a few moments, though her lungs still got a nice fill of the pure sharp scent, the sweetness enhanced from the salt and pheromones going straight down into her balls, the stuffed balls rumbling from the intense increase of her own arousal.

“Eeep~!” that was a cute sound, Fiona thought, wondering what it would be like to hear it again, though in a much different, more intimate manner. “S-Sorry, Fiona!”

Fiona found her mouth moving before her brain engaged. “N-No need. It was an accident, after all.” thankfully the words were truthful, and she could breathe a sigh of relief as Joan calmed down, though she swallowed hard as the blonde turned towards the control panel and bent over, pushing her ass out as she opened the little box holding the communication device for moments like this.

Fiona’s teeth sank into her lower lip as she watched the woman’s rear end sway side to side, knowing that the blonde was talking, but unable to tell what she was saying, focusing on keeping herself from humping the air as she stared helplessly at the rear end before her.

This was torturous; she was going to cum, humiliate herself, expose herself as a shameful girl who couldn’t control her own erections or orgasm-

“-ahhh, they’re working on it now? Any time now? Thank you, I’ll let Fiona know!...yes, I’m trapped with her right now, why? Is there something wrong?...okay, I’ll talk to you later, bye.” Fiona jerked out of her thoughts and forced her hips to still as Joan stood straight and began to turn, looking back at her with a warm smile. “We should be moving again soon, if what Professor Goodwitch says is true!”

A cold sweat broke out on Fiona’s forehead, knowing how protective the woman was over the blonde in the elevator with her. Joan may have just signed her death warrant from that...though she couldn’t really blame the innocent blonde for not knowing.

“Here, come on, there’s no need to stay on the floor! That can’t be comfortable!” Fiona swallowed in horror as Joan made her way over, reaching out, her mind going wild to try and figure out a way to say ‘no’ in order to not the obscene bulge in her pants.

Someone or something seemed to be listening to her, as the elevator jerked in place, starting back up-

“Eeep~!” olive green eyes widened as Fiona watched Joan lose her balance again, falling forwards towards her-

-FWUMP!

Fiona’s eyes rolled up in their sockets as Joan fell on her face, her nose slotted against the groin of the blonde’s sweatpants, her nose and lungs saturated in the sweet milky, sugary, honeyed scent of sweat and musk that promised her to be the most delicious thing imaginable as she breathed deep, her mouth flooding with saliva in moments.

Her cock surged, balls erupting and cum spraying out into her slacks, oozing down underneath her, soaking into her ass and leaking through her pants as her balls emptied out everything inside them, black spots dancing around her vision as she found herself blacking out, barely hearing Joan saying something as she took another deep, greedy breath, filling her lungs and memorizing her scent, her balls practically inverting themselves as they forced out more and more cum.

Blackness took her as she continued to breathe Joan’s wonderful scent, one she wanted to spend the rest of her time basking in.

~

“...I later found out that Doctor Mercy was the one who found us. And thankfully Joan didn’t seem to notice that my lower half was in a lake of cum…” Fiona said, burying her face into her hands, which did next to nothing to hide her burning cheeks.

Everyone was shifting uncomfortably, both in arousal and jealousy, though Velvet gave a long, almost saddened nod. “Be ready to smell her for weeks. It’s wonderful, but you’re going to be hard so many times you shouldn’t due to it…” she murmured.

The room was filled with whimpers at the thought, Neon wringing her own tail, Blake squirming heavily on her chair, her cheeks a dark red, Cinder’s face burning bright and her hands pressed firmly onto her lap, and Arslan licking her lips, her pupils dilated.

Pyrrha, red faced and pajama bottoms bulging from how hot that was, and part of her mind cursed the fact that it wasn’t her that it happened to, though she knew that wasn’t fair to Joan or any of them. She could tell from the ice pack that Fiona’s poor balls had been incredibly overworked, possibly popped from how intense it had been. “Thank you for your story, Fiona...now, that is all the time that we have for the night, so please head back to your dorms safely…”

Sharing a glance with Nora, she knew that her teammate was going to be going to be emptying her balls in the locker room showers before heading back to the dorms, and glancing around at the others, she had a feeling that they were going to be doing the same in some manner or another before heading back to their dorm rooms.

Hopefully none of them got caught on the way back...but that was a problem for them if it happened.

Chapter Text

“Hello! It’s another night, and another meeting of FABJA!” Nora said, looking around at the assembled group. Lian was settled against her right side, as always (unless one of them were watching Joan), with Pyrrha on her left, Joan actually visiting her sister and sister-in-law in Vale...which was questionable in Nora’s humble opinion, due to how she remembered the two acting. She’d have to talk to Joanie when she came back to Beacon and make sure that the two hadn’t done anything untoward their team leader.

If Operation: Juniper Berries was in danger, she’d raise hell!

Everyone had made it, from Cinder, Emerald, Neo, Melanie and Miltiades sitting in their usual corner, the twins talking in hushed whispers and rapid moves of hands as they talked about what she could understand from here as being ways to try and talk to Joan, with Cinder, Emerald, and Neo occasionally chipping in ideas.

Next to them were Arslan and Reese, who she knew were pretty decent folk, Reese knew how to have fun and Arslan was a great spotter in the gym, but she knew that both of them were also interested in Joan...though she knew that it was easier to talk about those who weren’t interested in the bubbly blonde, rather than those who were!

Team RWBY were also there, Ruby fidgeting as she talked to Velvet, Weiss occasionally glancing over as Blake and Yang were talking to each other. Her eyes narrowed at Ruby, Velvet, and Weiss. She knew that they were among the largest threats (Velvet the most of the tree) in the room, but they had yet to do anything that deserved a leg breaking over.

Neon, Fiona, Ciel, and Elm were in their corner, talking among themselves, Ciel being unusually animated to the other two as she spoke, with Fiona, Neon, and Elm nodding solemnly to her words.

Near them, Team NDGO were all silent as the grave, each of them looking as though their world had ended for one reason or another, though she wasn’t too worried about them at this moment.

No, her main worry at the moment was the subject of the meeting tonight, and also the biggest threat to Operation Juniper Berries that she could think of in this room: May Zedong.

Though the girl was practically shaking to be in the limelight, though she couldn’t tell if that was nerves, or the worry that someone would come down on her like the wrath of the brothers.

...which was probably accurate, though to be fair, they had a pact for these meetings for a reason!

“May here has a story to tell us!” Nora said, watching the beanie wearing girl almost hunker in on herself, hating the spotlight, especially in a situation like this.

But she was a trooper, and managed to keep eye contact, swallowing hard.

“Hello everyone…” she said softly, though her voice was still audible as she spoke, “This...it happened during the break…” everyone sat straighter as they heard this, realizing that both Joan and May had gone home for those four days. What had happened during that time?

“It was the last night before coming back to Beacon…”

~

May was trying her damnedest to stay in control of herself. It was incredibly difficult, having been with Joan for the last few days while visiting home, leaving her cock hard as a rock practically the whole time.

Joan had been incredibly tactile with her, to “make up for lost time” with how they were on different teams at the school, and while she loved it, her body could only take so much, leaving her cock and balls crying out in protest over how much they were left on edge, since she couldn’t just vanish in order to deal with her erection without someone stumbling upon her doing the deed (several of her godsiblings were also there, Saphron and Terra would be coming back with them to Vale for a layover before returning to Argus) or Joan thinking she was sick and trying to be “Nurse Joan” again.

She shuddered at the hellishly pleasurable thought of Joan ‘taking care’ of her. She wasn’t sure she could take “Nurse Joan” pampering her without trying something. She could already imagine herself doing something horribly embarrassing and cliché that Saphron would probably try and pull-

Squish! May’s eyes widened as immense softness pressed against her back, feeling the warmth through her hoodie against her skin, seemingly searing despite how gentle the heat was.

“May! May! Guess what I found!” the maroon haired girl shuddered and clamped her hands down over her lap to hide the bulge in her baggy pants.

“W-What, Joan? What did you find?” Oh, she hoped that it wasn’t something embarrassing, like Saphron’s sex costumes again...it had been hell convincing her to not wear them for Halloween!

~

Pyrrha, Nora, and Lian all shuddered violently, their cocks beginning the bulge against their clothes as they remembered the hell that was the month of October, remembering those ‘costumes’ that Joan had worn and shown off to them, only to find out that they were Saphron’s Sex Roleplay Outfits.

~

“Come on! I’ll show you!” May couldn’t help but get dragged along to Joan’s room and inside, seeing a large box on the floor, open and full of random things.

“I found a whole bunch of stuff from when we were younger! Come on, take a look!” May found herself plopped down on the floor as Joan began to dig through the box, and May flushed as memories came to her, all of them far less innocent than Joan was likely thinking.

From the shirts that she remembered them wearing (with Joan’s rapidly being grown out of), to swimsuits that they had worn (May remembered a significant incident where there was a pool fight and the swimsuits had gotten torn off, leaving several of them naked in the pool), to…

“Oh wow, it’s my old training bra!” May’s mouth went dry as she saw Joan hold up the laughably tiny garment that she had first gotten back when her breasts started coming in, a surprisingly flattering periwinkle blue garment (but what did one expect when Lusamine Arc made your clothes?) that Joan had gotten when her breasts had started growing.

May’s cheeks burned as Joan fiddled with it. “I can’t believe that I wore this...it seems surreal, doesn’t it?” Joan’s tone was filled with wonder as she held it up before her, and the fact that Joan wasn’t wearing her “hoodie of holding” showed just how big she had grown since she had first worn it.

Joan suddenly giggled, and May felt terror fill her. She knew that giggle. It was the giggle of ‘I’m about to do something that will make everyone’s balls go haywire, and you can’t stop it’.

May’s instinct was immediately proven correct as Joan set it down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, tugging it up and over her head, her bound breasts jiggling in their lacy bra.

“Joan!?” she squeaked, voice cracking as Joan set her top on the ground next to her and her hands moved up between her breasts (there was no such thing as a back clasp with breasts as big as hers) and popping it open.

May immediately turned her head away, not trusting herself to not stare blatantly as she heard shuffling around, and grunting that made her cock twitch hard in her pants, already feeling her balls forcing cum out of her shaft, precum spilling into her panties as her mind worked to visualize what was happening mere steps away from her.

“Hnngh...almost...got it!” May looked over and whimpered, her thighs clenching and pressing against her swollen balls.

Joan had managed to get the training bra on, but it was stretched so obscenely that it looked like a tiny band strapped around her breasts, most of the flesh bulging around it, top and bottom. Not even the whole of her nipples were covered, pink bleeding around the soft blue of the fabric.

Joan managed a shaky grin. “I can still make it fit~!”

SNAP! “EEEP!”

May’s groan was lost underneath Joan’s squeal as she saw the bra practically explode off of Joan’s body, her breasts falling with a wild jiggle, bouncing lewdly before her, her pink nipples hard from the stimulation and pressure that she had put on them with her old clothing.

As Joan grabbed her shirt, May clutched herself as bit her lip hard enough to make her aura flare and start draining as her balls began to violently unload in her pants.

~

“...and that’s what happened…” May whined, burying her face in her hands, her sweats bulging lewdly.

Everyone was staring at her in silent awe mixed with jealously, each of their own pants bulging at the fact that Joan had done something so lewdly innocent with her.

“You lucky bitch.” Neon whined, tail whipping around behind her, making everyone nod in agreement. “You lucky, lucky bitch.”

Chapter Text

“Hello everyone, and welcome to to another meeting of FABJA.” Lian said softly, looking around the room. Tonight, only Nora was missing, with them having left Joan lying on top of her, snuggling against her breasts in her sleep, much to the shorter girl’s sexual frustration.

But they knew that Joan was safe, despite Nora’s bulging shorts. After all, the ache in Lian’s ass told her that she had drained Nora dry before they had settled down to ‘sleep’.

Next to her was Pyrrha, who looked uncomfortable, though that could have been due to the fact that she had been inadvertently cock teased by the blonde while they had been watching movies before they had gone to ‘sleep’.

Around them was a full house, everyone having come to the meeting.

Velvet was chatting with May and Ruby, with Coco occasionally adding something to the conversation.

Arslan and Reese were talking to each other, both of them wearing their pajamas, ready to head to bed directly after the meeting.

Near them, Fiona, Neon, Ciel and Elm were all chatting next to a newcomer to the meetings, Harriet Bree, the shorter, mocha skinned woman hunched over and looking mortified, embarrassment flowing off of her.

Cinder, Emerald, and Neo were all talking softly, and the Malachite sisters were sitting stoically, almost stone faced as they prepared for what story they were about to be hit with tonight, especially since they had their...issues.

Team NDGO were sitting in their own seats, next to Team RWBY, both refusing to talk to each other, something that Lian wasn’t going to touch with a ten foot pole.

Clearing her throat, she brought attention to herself, everyone looking towards her. She had a calm smile on her face, despite the fact that she knew that the calm likely wouldn’t last by the time the meeting was over.

“Hello everyone, and welcome to another meeting of FABJA. Today, we actually have a new member wanting to tell their story of what has happened to them...Miss Bree? You have the floor.” Lian nodded to the mohawked woman, who flushed and took a deep breath, sighing as Elm patted her on the shoulder.

“Well...it happened recently…” she began, rubbing her nose.

~

Harriet walked through the Haunted House that had been set up, most of it registering as barely a ‘meh’ on the scare scale, due to her having been on active missions for years. But she wasn’t here for cheap scares. She was on a mission of her own.

She wanted to see this girl that had made her partner and several of their other fellow students from Atlas so weak kneed and losing control over themselves! Even Ciel, a girl who prided herself on her ability to keep herself in full control had ended up covered in shame and her own cum due to being around the girl!

She had yet to meet the girl herself, but she was sure that when she found her, she’d be able to see just why the girls from Atlas, who had training to control themselves, lost all that vaunted control.

And if it was just the fact that she had a nice smile? Well, that was going to give her ribbing rights~!

Having looked for her, she had found out that the girl was working in the Haunted House, and she was going to find her.

How bad could it be?

~

Neon burst into giggles, laughing hard enough that she nearly fell off of her chair. Fiona wasn’t much better, her shoulders shaking with silent giggles. Even Elm and Ciel were visibly amused at this, shaking their heads as Harriet huffed. “I know, I know, I know now, okay!?” she threw her arms up in the air in annoyance.

She shook her head before continuing as she found speaking again, eyes looking haunted.

~

Picking up speed, she found herself going through areas that looked like they were out of several horror movies, ones that she remembered faintly seeing at some point in her life, but hadn’t really affected, especially after she had been started doing actual missions.

Passing by a body, she ducked through one of the doors and darted through the doorway, wondering exactly where this Arc girl was working tonight. There were too many people around here, all screaming at the cheap scares to allow her to properly find anyone in this enclosed area.

Picking up the pace, she tried to find out where she was, going down a corridor that seemed endless, a long white corridor lined with doors.

Even though she wasn’t scared, she felt a prickle of unease fill her, having seen this in way too many horror movies and knew that this was ripe for a ‘chase sequence’, meant to raise discomfort and the feeling of claustrophobia.

She picked up the pace more, knowing that she was closer to ‘fight’ than ‘flight’ whenever startled, and she didn’t need to be known as someone who punched a Haunted House worker due to being startled.

~

“Snrk!” Elm snorted as Harriet’s cheeks grew dark, even if Fiona, Ciel, and Neon all looked confused, obviously not in the joke at the moment.

“Shut up!” she hissed, reaching up and sliding her fingers through her hair, before crossing her arms over her chest.

~

Finally getting fed up at the fact that she seemed to be in an endless corridor, Harriet huffed and sank into a crouch, sparks of lightning forming around her. She’d dash through in half a second, and be free to find the girl that was driving everyone she knew nuts!

~

A heavy smack filled the air as Elm facepalmed. “This is only going to end terribly…” she grumbled, making Neon burst into a cackle and Fiona finally give into her giggles, and even Ciel openly smile in amusement at what was going they seemed to know was going to happen.

A burning cheeked Harriet ignored them as best she could, driving on with her story over the laughter of her fellow Atlas students.

~

Harriet breezed through the long hall, the world passing by in a blur, though she could see everything that passed by her, having trained in her semblance since she had unlocked it several years ago.

Darting through a door, she quickly glanced left and right, before turning left and moving quickly through, cutting her semblance and leaving her in a normal running state as she moved down the hall, running through the halls.

She could hear footsteps near her, so she was close to people, which just meant that she was going to find someone soon, which was better than wondering where everyone was in this supposed haunted house.

Seeing the end of the corridor, she huffed in annoyance, knowing that she was going to have to search for the girl later-

“BOO!” and she jerked, stumbling in her run as a girl in what could only be described as fetishistic nurse outfit, with a criminally short skirt and the blouse half open, revealing a massive shelf of creamy cleavage, the frills of a black bra standing out starkly against the pale skin. The obviously fake blood splatter and fangs told her she was to be a vampire...nurse? That didn’t make much sense, a small part of her mind thought, though panic was filling her as she realized she wasn’t stopping.

She tried to stop herself, but was unable to do so, since she was already in mid run, and the girl (who she idly realized was the one she was looking for) was too close and not moving.

SQUISH! “EEEEP!” due to the height difference, Harriet’s face smashed directly into the the soft mounds in front of her, though somehow, the blonde managed to maintain her balance, just leaving her stuck in the sweet, fragrant smelling, mounds of softness pressed against her face.

A bubbling rumble in her balls made her start to panic, wondering what was happening, having never gone through this save that damned day back in November-

She whimpered as her balls unloaded in her pants, her underwear getting completely soaked, feeling the thick streams of cum spread along the front of her pants and beginning to run down her legs, the lack of air and the pleasure filling her making her lightheaded and making her fall down and fall on her back, quivering in place as she continued to cum.

And to make it worse, the blonde knelt next to her and cradled her, cooing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you so badly! We can get you a towel to hide that...”

~

“Wait...don’t tell me…” Velvet said, her voice tinged with horror and embarrassment by proxy, making Harriet bury her face in her hands and moan miserably.

“She thought she scared me into wetting myself!” she groaned out, making everyone groan and shake their heads. While they had all had embarrassing moments with Joan, none of them had ever been that bad...though at least Joan hadn’t realized what Harriet had done.

“At least Joan won’t mention it?” Neon offered, extending an olive branch, though Harriet only buried her face deeper in her hands.

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Pyrrha shuddered as she sat in her seat, squirming as her stomach did flips inside her. She had long known that she would eventually be in the ‘hot seat’, as it were, but she had thought it would take longer for her to be sitting in it during a meeting. She had honestly expected Ren or Nora to be here before she was!

But then...she did spend the most amount of time around Joan...and subsequently had the most ‘incidents’, but none of them she could really say were worthy of being mentioned here...until now, at least.

She took several deep breaths as she reached up and patted her cheeks to remind herself that this wasn’t that bad, and ever single person here had been in her place, even some worse off than her own story; her mind flashed back to Elm’s, Fiona’s, and Harriet’s own stories in particular. Their stories had been mortifying, even if they had stirred the loins of all those listening. Her eyes flickered over to Elm and Fiona. She shuddered at the thought of what happened to them happening to her in a public area...even as her cock twitched.

Despite the thought of the humiliation that she would have suffered, she couldn’t deny that there was a bit of her that was wishing for the experience similar to what happened to them. But she pushed those feelings down, since it wasn’t right to be jealous over what several others had been mortified over.

“Hello everyone, and welcome to another meeting of FABJA.” Pyrrha was yanked out of her thoughts as Lian’s calm voice filled the air. She felt very fortunate that her calmer friend was heading the meeting tonight.

After all, while Nora was a great friend, she could get...excited. Especially when she or Lian had experienced a...Joan moment. And her eagerness to just start ‘Operation: Juniper Berries’ already was getting harder and harder to stop…

She shook herself mentally as Lian continued. “Tonight, one of our founders has asked to speak.” her raven haired teammate gestured to her, making her fidget in place as all eyes turned towards her, ranging from Team RWBY, Cinder, Emerald, Neo, the Malachite Twins, Ciel, Elm, Fiona, Neon...everyone was there and watching.

Pyrrha forcibly squished her nerves down, like she always did before a tournament match, or whenever she had to do some sort of sponsorship…

...or when Joan wanted to cuddle.

Taking a deep breath, she forced the embarrassment down and began to speak…

...before she froze up, throat tightening. How was she going to handle this? It was so embarrassing…

She failed to realize just how badly her nerves were affecting her, only letting loose the breath that was caught in her throat as Lian gently placed her hand on her shoulder, grounding her.

She took several more deep breaths to steady herself, before she looked over the members of the club that she had helped found. “W-Well, it all started when Joan wanted to spend time together…”

~

Pyrrha took a deep breath to calm herself as she fidgeted in place, nervous about screwing this up and making her relationship with Joan suffer.

While she and Joan weren’t doing anything extravagant, she still didn’t want to mess up the time that they had spent together by getting an erection…

Leading her to have masturbated to orgasm several times to ensure that her balls were somewhat empty and she wouldn’t immediately get hard...though that was more of a hope and dream than anything concrete when Joan was involved. After all, first plans never survived first contract with the beautiful blonde.

And she was thankful beyond belief for her foresight, since she found the blonde bombshell wearing a mouthwatering (and libido raising) outfit: soft shorts that clung to the curve of her rear end, and a tank top that strained to hold the massive curves of her chest within, covered in a small apron that barely covered anything.

The redhead cursed, whimpering low in her throat; Joan being the poster child for ‘innocent seduction’ made it hard to keep her reactions normal, and even more, despite the fact that she had strangled three massive loads of cum out of her cock before she had come back to the dorms, Pyrrha could feel her cock twitching in her restrictive panties, threatening to pop free and expose her lewd thoughts to her partner.

Joan smiled brightly, practically lighting up the room as she gestured to the table that she had set up in the middle of the dorms, holding what looked like large brown slabs, serrated knives, rulers, two bulging piping bags...the list was large, and incredible.

“Hey, Pyrrha! Here!” the redhead’s hand moved automatically to grab the tossed apron (one she realized with gratefulness would cover her down to her knees) and hurriedly put it on, covering herself and tying it firmly around her. The last thing she wanted was for Joan to see the half chub she was starting to sport.

Taking a breath to calm herself, she looked at her partner with a smile. “So, what did you want to do, Joan?” she glanced over the table, unable to recognize what was there, even though she did recognize the main smell: the scent of ginger, something that was often used in Mistralian cooking.

Joan’s smile, if somehow possible, became even brighter. “I thought it would be fun to make Gingerbread Houses!”

Pyrrha tried to think if she had ever heard of the recipe before, but her mind came up with blanks. “What’s that?”

Her heart skipped a beat as Joan’s face turned into a look of horror, the blonde turning to look at her, her mouth moving up and down, but no sound coming out.

~

May laughed softly. “Never made a gingerbread house, I take it?” she asked, getting a rueful nod from Pyrrha.

~

After a moment, Joan began talking animatedly about Gingerbread, and the art of making houses from it. The redhead was sure that it was incredibly interesting, and she would definitely ask for a refresher about it when the blonde wasn’t bouncing so intensely, even against the apron ‘holding’ her chest in place.

Her thighs clenched together, squeezing against her cock to keep it from trying to make it’s way out of her clothing.

Joan finally wound down, breathing deeply, chest heaving even more as she finished her...involved...conversation.

Pyrrha managed a soft giggle, despite the strain she was feeling below the belt, and waved her hands. “Sorry, Joan, but that was never a Mistralian tradition...but I’m happy for you to be teaching me!”

That was the right thing to say, as Joan’s smile returned and she gestured to the table next to her. “Come on, I’ll help you make a good one and we can decorate them!” she said, tapping the table eagerly.

Her energy infectious, Pyrrha made her way over to the table and smiled as she looked over to Joan, as the blonde began moving her supplies.

What followed was a rather fun lesson all told. Joan showed her how to ‘score’ the gingerbread and prepare for the rest of the cuts (and to sneakily enjoy the rest of the Gingerbread in the process), making the walls, roof and base of the house.

Then came to the building, with Joan taking her piping bag and putting long lines of the icing over the large slab that was the base.

And Pyrrha finally realized that she had been letting herself relax entirely too much.

She watched the blonde frown as icing refused to come out, watching as she licked her lips, the tip of her pink tongue poking out of her lips as she applied more pressure to the bag…

POP! “EEEP!” Pyrrha jumped as Joan’s piping bag exploded, the white icing spraying all over the blonde, getting on her hands, her face, her hair…

Pyrrha’s cock throbbed as she noticed her cleavage coated in the thick, sweet substance, her mouth growing wet with saliva as she desired to lick it off of the blonde’s body.

“Awww…now I’m all sticky!” aaaand Joan wasn’t helping, having the mightiest pout on her face, licking her lips, the pink of her tongue digging a swath through the creamy substance coating her face.

Despite all the effort that she had put into emptying her balls, she was already again on the edge of cumming once more.

Her eyes widened as Joan untied her apron and tossed it onto the table. “Now I need to change and clean up before we can continue!”

Pyrrha’s eyes widened as Joan reached down and pulled her top up, over her breasts, revealing that she had gone without a bra-

The redhead’s legs quivered in place as white stickiness covered her lower half, just like it covered Joan’s upper half.

~

As the room erupted into pandemonium, Pyrrha buried her face in her hands, the vision of beauty still burned into her brain. While she was somewhat used to seeing Joan with a lack of clothes, the end effects were still the same…even more so now that the blonde was comfortable being more unclothed around her...

A sharp whistle filled the room. “Order! Order!...thank you everyone. Pyrrha, thank you for sharing your story with us. Now it is very late, so let us retire for the night. You know the chat we use if we need to set up another meeting…”

As the group slowly began to disperse, Pyrrha knew that her night wasn’t over, that Lian and Nora would both be wanting to talk to her about the whole of the incident...and they would have to keep Nora from jumping on the gas for “Operation: Juniper Berries”.

But, if those were all her problems, Pyrrha couldn’t really complain. There honestly were far worse fates.

Chapter Text

“Welcome everyone, to another meeting of FABJA. Thank you all for coming.” Lian said, her tone soft as she looked over all the available members for this meeting.

Cinder Fall, Emerald Sustrai, Neopolitan, and Melanie and Miltiades Malachite sat in their chairs, the twins having been talking to each other and Neo signing between them as Cinder and Emerald listened silently.

Fiona Thyme and Neon Katt had been talking very fiercely in a low tone, with Ciel Soliel and Elm Ederne trying to maintain the peace between them.

Arslan Altan and Reese Chloris were sitting next to each other, having been silent, but having no tenseness; it was a more relaxed and peaceful silence.

May Zedong and Velvet Scarlatina were talking fast and low, their words practically blending together, a curious yet smirking Coco Adel sitting beside them.

Ruby Rose and Weiss Schnee were sitting next to each other, talking fast and quietly, with Blake and Yang being more silent support to the duo, but occasionally chipping in their own sentences.

But, upon her speaking, they all silenced and turned towards her, sitting next to a fidgeting Nora, the orangette looking more flustered than any had ever seen her, and her shorts sporting a raging hard on.

Pyrrha wasn’t here tonight, instead tucked away with a restless Joan…which had to be its own level of hell, holding her squirming, mewling body in place in the bed.

…Lian was fairly certain that they were going to have to let Pyrrha change before they all went to sleep when the meeting was over.

But that was neither here nor there at the moment; the focus was Nora. “Nora here has a story to share with us about her time with Joan.” she turned to her friend and lover, who squirmed in place, almost as if in shame over what had happened.

Nora swallowed, took a deep breath, and began to speak.

“I…it happened just…just a few hours ago now…” Nora’s voice shook as she began to recount what had happened to her…

~

Nora was fidgeting, her belly squirming like she had eaten a dozen snakes, her normally always steady nerves in complete knots at the moment. Why was this?

Joan had asked her to go looking at swimsuits .

She got it, she truly did. It was summer, it was warming up…but of all things to ask her to come look at with her…

WHY swimsuits!?

She was already having trouble not just jumping the beautiful blonde already, and this would be testing her fragile self control…especially since she hadn’t been able to empty her balls yet today.

Even now, as they walked through the small boutique, “Indigo’s Intimates”, a place where Nora just felt she didn’t belong, the orangette was feeling a sense of dread. She had no clue what she was doing here.

Her idea of a swimsuit was Renny’s cute one piece one and the modest pink bikini that she owned!

Some of these looked like they were just string!!

She bit the inside of her cheek to try and stop her twitching cock as she felt it start filling with blood.

This was going to be her greatest trial yet…

~

“You lucky bitch…” Coco huffed, getting dirty looks from most of the room, most particularly Velvet and May (which shocked most, since those two were two of the shyest of the group) as she held her hands up. “Hey, you can’t blame me for feeling that way…”

“Be that as it may, let Nora continue, please.” Lian said in a clipped tone. She remembered the brunette’s story of inadvertently spying (or maybe intentionally, they all only had Coco’s point of view on that) on the blonde when she was getting new bras at the store, and subsequently getting banned from the shop.

~

“Come on, Nora! Let’s take a look at the styles! Maybe you’ll find one Ren will like~” Nora swallowed hard, cheeks burning as she saw Joan wink at her, words failing her as she grabbed her hand and pulled her into the swimsuit section of the boutique.

There were too many styles, all of them in various stages of exposure…all of them more daring than she would ever consider wearing, despite the fact that she had no real issues being practically naked in the dorms, only wearing her panties when she was able to get away with it.

But somehow, with some of these styles, she thought being naked would be less embarrassing at the pool.

How did strings and tiny triangles count as a swimsuit!?

But she was stopped from retreating from the gentle grip on her wrist as Joan pulled her along, looking through the racks, brushing aside different “swimsuits” in varying colors and styles.

Nora swallowed hard as Joan hummed, the contemplative sound entirely too erotic for what they were doing, before she released a ‘squee’ noise and snatched one off the rack. “This is perfect!” she turned to Nora with a grin and held it out towards her. “Try it on, I’ll grab one, too!”

Holding the flimsy garment in her hand, Nora swallowed nervously, unsure of where this was going or how it was going to end. But even so, she knew that she was getting a hard on, she knew that she was going to show, even with the specialized bottoms for Futas to keep decent…

Wait.

Her brain rebooted as she thought of a way to potentially save herself from this embarrassment.

“Joan, what about you? I mean, these aren’t…” she trailed off, not wanting to out her team leader’s secret in the middle of a boutique, despite it seemingly being empty. She shuffled in place, hoping that she hadn’t hurt Joan…

…only to hear giggling, which both made her heart swell and her belly sink with dread as Joan shook her head, her braid swaying as she smiled at her.

“No, silly.” she said with a smile, “My auntie sent me several swimsuits to this boutique to try out, so you can give me your opinion, too!”

As Joan led her to the changing booths, Nora felt doom creeping upon her, as though the legendary Sword of Hamacules was dangled above her.

~

Yang blinked. “...I had no idea you knew about those legends…” she mumbled, her image of “pancake obsessed, hammer happy” Nora Valkyrie taking a hit and fracturing from those words.

~

Nora blushed deeply as she stared at herself in the mirror, her swimsuit clinging to her curves tightly (though it actually covered more than she thought), the bumps of her nipples protruding up against the pink fabric, practically sparing no detail of her upper body, despite being covered up by the soft fabric of the bikini top.

And below…Nora swallowed, wondering how she was going to be able to go out like this…

A tap on the outside of the door made her jump (and the movement showed below the belt as well, which only made her embarrassment greater) and turn, her eyes wide and heart pounding. “Nora?”

Oh no. Joan was outside. Her stomach squirmed in place. Despite wanting Operation: Juniper Berries to go full throttle, she would be the first to admit that she got nervous beyond belief at figuring out how to start such a thing.

Tap, tap. “Nora, are you okay?” Joan’s voice was concerned, “You’ve been in there a long time…” yes, because she didn’t want to be flaunting a near full hard on before her teammate and crush!

Tap, tap, tap! The tapping was becoming insistent now. “Nora?” Joan’s voice had slipped into worry, “Nora, I’m coming in, okay?” the tattle of the handle ripped Nora out of her reverie, but she was unable to move in time to stop Joan from twisting the handle, cracking the door open, and slipping in.

Nora’s mouth went dry as she saw the swimsuit (a fetching blue that matched her eyes and contrasted beautifully with her hair) that clung to Joan’s body like a second skin. Her top half was barely covered, the tiniest of tiny triangles covering her nipples, a hint of pink visible to her eyes, making her already hard cock twitch, threatening to snap the strings holding the bikini on.

And the bottoms…they were certainly made for a Pure Girl, the fabric held snugly against the tight lips of her core…Nora swallowed hard, her eyes snapping up towards Joan’s, seeing the bright smile on her face.

She froze, hoping that the blonde didn’t notice her ogling her, before Joan did the most horrifying thing she could have done…she clapped her hands and bounced on her toes

Wobble. Wobble. Wobble.

Joan’s breasts began to bounce , jiggling heavily in her top, more and more pink being visible as the suit slipped.

Letting out a strangled noise, she found herself able to find her voice. “C-Careful, Joan! Y-your top!” her voice cracked, but by then, it was too late.

The string holding Joan’s impressive mounds in place loosened, coming undone from the knot she had put it in, the top falling free and allowing Joan’s breasts to bounce freely, wobbling heavily.

Joan squeaked, her hands shooting up to cup her chest as she spun around, Nora’s legs shaking heavily as she saw that the bottom might as well not have existed , a thin string vanishing between the full globes of her ass cheeks as Joan bent over, pushing her rear out and wiggling as she tried to retie the top she wore-

-only for the side ties of the bottoms to come undone, fluttering to the floor.

Silence reigned, before Nora leaned over, breathless as cum sprayed out of her balls at high pressure, soaking into the bottoms of the swimsuit.

~

A series of groans, both of arousal and jealousy, answered her, each of the members imagining what Nora had seen in the dressing room.

“...thankfully, I’m not banned from the store…” Coco hissed at that, “But I did have to buy the swimsuit I soiled...” Nora mumbled, her shorts straining mightily.

Lian coughed, her cheeks pink, her own cock stretching out her own sleeping gown as she imagined what Joan and Nora’s swimsuits looked like…perhaps she could get Nora to give her a preview?

“Thank you, Nora, for sharing your story. Until next meeting, everyone!” There was a rush out of the meeting room, as every woman there needed to deal with their erections before they tried to sleep.