RWBY: Hunter Of Huntresses ( 17 )

Credit: SAZEREX

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[Club Sluts: Rave Romp]

"Hey handsome, remember me?"

"Oh, er, Neon, right? Neon Cat?"

Jaune looked tp the cat Faunus who stood before him with a hand on her pale, slender hip. It was hard to forget her, even with the chaos of the club's rave. Her hair was as fluffy as he remembered it from hours ago, and her attire was still as skimpy. The blond's eyes darted down, locked on her yummy, flat stomach.

"Mhm, to think you would remember me," Neon said. She put her arm around his, closing the distance in a quick, fluid motion. The Faunus pushed her slender form against his taller, broader one. Her tail coiled around his leg, moving slightly and stroking his inner thigh. "Say…how about we continue where we left off?"

Neon's dainty, white hand reached down to grope Jaune's crotch. His cock was still warm and damp from the fuckings he gave earlier, and boy, was that heat permeating through his pants. Feeling her thin, feminine fingers caress his snake through the fabric made his penis throb.

"Big. Really big," Neon licked her lips, looking up at Jaune from her smaller stature. "What did you feed this thing?"

"Brunettes," Jaune replied. He smirked, leering at the pale-skinned feline woman. "Two of them, actually. And whatever you call a woman with blue hair."

The tall blond then suddenly reached behind her, fondling a handful of her pert ass. The sound Neon made as a result was a mix of a moan and a purr. Her tail was also whipping around from that assertion of dominance, the teen's inner animal lashing out and writhing. It was at this moment that the Faunus realized just how close she was to the man––a pungent odor of sweat and sex reached her nostrils, bombarding her senses and triggering a reaction in her nether regions.

"Oh. Okay," Neon swallowed. Why was she so turned on right now? This wasn't just from partying earlier, was it? It wasn't even her heat period yet!

"Then let's get right to it then, blondie." she smirked, playing it cool as much as possible. "I hope you're ready for some bump-and-grind~!"

"Haha." the Arc lad lightly chuckled, pulling her lithe form even closer to his own. A waitress walking buy offered a shot of hard liquor. The blond took it. "I'm ready for so much more than that."

=––=

Knock-knock-knock.

"Hey Jaune, open up––huh?" Yang Xiao-Long frowned. "Blake? What the––why are you here?"

"I'd like ask you the same question." Blake crossed her arms under her moderate chest, puffing it out slightly. "You said you were going out with Ruby."

"I am out with Ruby. She's right here." Yang rolled her eyes, pulling her younger sister over. The crimsonette blushed as she was dragged towards the door to Jaune's apartment. The younger girl's face was red as her her name would imply, for a good reason. She was dressed in her trademark cloak, and––that was it, actually.

Ruby Rose was naked save for the cloak that she always wore.

The dark-haired Faunus looked at her team leader from top to bottom. Despite the embarrassed girl pulling at her cloak to cover herself up, Blake got a good idea of what was going on. "Did you really go through downtown dressed like that?"

"Y-yeah," Ruby gulped, "it, it, well, uh…"

"It gets her off," the busty blonde finished, much to the silver-eyed huntress' embarrassment. "She's getting into exhibitionism."

Blake's golden eyes looked straight at Yang's lilac ones. "Right, right. You still didn't tell me that you were coming to Jaune's place."

"First off, I don't report to you," the brawler feistily replied. "Second, you said you got a part-time job. That doesn't explain why you're here at Jaune's apartment, dressed in…what's it called, a naked apron?"

Now it was Blake's turn to blush. She shifted her weight a bit. Surely, it was a bit hypocritical of her to judge Ruby's current wardrobe. The apron covered Blake's front, but only barely. A good portion of her cleavage was visible, and the top part of the garment wasn't wide enough to obscure the sides of her breasts. More evident were her hips, those wide curves which led up to her juicy, fat ass. Those shelves of flesh jutted out greatly reminding the feline of her mother's own body.

"W-well, I help Jaune in taking care of his home." Blake nervously deflected.

Yang raised an eyebrow. "Everyday, after school? Dressed in that?"

"Yes."

"What's your compensation? Money? Are you role-playing his new maid or something?"

"I'm not his maid! I'm playing his…his…er." Blake's ears flattened a bit in shame. Her face flushed a bit before she puffed her chest out. "I'm acting as his wife. His housewife."

A small pause existed between the three teens, before the one with the largest breasts broke into a loud fit of laughter.

"Pffft, hahahahahahahahaha!" Yang guffawed. Her raucous laughter echoed throughout the hallway outside the apartment. "Oh Maiden, that's just…PFFFTHAHAHAHA!"

"Shut up!" Blake hissed. "Don't disturb the neighbors, please for the love of the Two Brothers don't attract attention out here!"

"Sorry, sorry, it's just…you actually roleplay this!? What the fuck!?" The lilac-eyed huntress did her best to suppress her chortling, failing miserably. "I thought you were into BDSM, or something involving whips and chains. Your books were full of those!"

"Yaaaaaang, don't kinkshame!" Ruby pouted.

"I'm not kinkshaming, I'm just surprised…also, how am I a kinkshamer!? I'm the one who walked through downtown Vale with my exhibitionist half-sister!"

"Eep!" the aforementioned sister squealed as Yang brought her in for a hug and a noogie. "Ow ow ow, Yang! Stop!"

"Geez, just come inside already, dust!" Blake ushered them inside Jaune's home. Her face was red in a mix of frustration and embarrassment. This shade of crimson became deeper after Yang's next comment.

"OH MY GODS, IS THAT A CAT TAIL BUTT PLUG!?"

Slamming the door shut, Blake's flustered face looked like it was on the verge of exploding. "Don't fucking kinkshame me, Yang!"

"Or what?" Yang closed in on the cat Faunus, pressing her DD's onto Blake's C's. "Are you going to tell your 'husbando' that one of his bitches has been making fun of your…marriage? Pffft, this role-playing thing is actually pretty funny."

"H-hey guys, let's get along, please?" Ruby said, attempting to mediate. "Team leader's orders."

"Fine, little sis." Yang sat herself down on the couch. "Huh. So this is what it the couch feels like when I'm not riding him. It's pretty soft."

"Seriously though, why are you guys here?" Blake said, brewing some coffee. "Jaune didn't tell me anything."

"We were planning on surprising him, actually." Ruby said, joining her sister on the sofa. "Waaaaaiiiit a minute! Blake, have you been monopolizing Jaune at home!?"

"N-no…" Blake said, looking away from the younger woman. "We're just…you know. Hanging out?"

"We already agreed that we won't do stuff behind each others' backs!"

"No, you, Yang, and Weiss agreed." the amber-eyed teen reasoned. "I'm outside that agreement."

"Bwuh––what––it's the concept of the thing, Blake!" Ruby argued, albeit cutely.

"That was what Weiss told you when you broke the agreement for the first time, didn't she?"

"Noooo…" Ruby said. Now it was her turn to avert her gaze.

"Whatever, what's done is done." Yang said, receiving freshly-brewed coffee from Blake. "Mm. Wow, this is pretty good––wait, are you still role-playing!?"

"It, it's become a habit now…" Blake said, cheeks reddening. "Still though, you said this was a surprise? So you haven't spoken with Jaune at all?"

"Nope." Ruby shook her head as she sipped on liquid caffeine. "Actually, I heard he was at Beacon earlier with Pyrrha. I don't know where he went afterwards."

"Huh. Okay." the cat Faunus frowned. "That's weird. He doesn't come home this late."

"Hold on, so he wasn't home at all?" Yang asked, suddenly on the alert. "Then who let you in?"

"I have my own key."

"What the fuck!?"

"Yaaaaang, don't get mad!"

"Argh, turn those red eyes off, Yang!" Blake said. "Listen. This might actually be serious. He doesn't stay out late––yes, I know him more than you do––and he hates it when his personal schedule gets interrupted. Why wouldn't he be at home, in bed, or…erm, sleeping with me?"

"Fuck if I know. Do you think he got kidnapped?" Yang absently said, calming down from her outburst. "Does the ex-White Fang have any input on that theory?"

The Faunus scowled at her partner. "I wouldn't disregard the idea…but still. He was at Beacon earlier, right?"

"Yep. From what Pyrrha and Weiss said." Ruby confirmed, finishing her coffee. "They said he got called to Goodwitch's office."

"Hrm." Blake pondered. "It's either he's coming home late, or he isn't coming home at all."

"Should we call the police?" Yang asked. The two other huntresses in the room both gave her a flat look. "Hey, I was just kidding. I mean, we could go out on our own to find him, buuut…" She gestured towards Ruby's and Blake's respective attires. "You guys need to change."

"Alright. Let's check out Beacon first!" Ruby said, getting up on her feet. Her red cloak swayed lightly, revealing glimpses of her naked, nubile body. "This is a search-and-rescue operation! We'll start with the last place he was seen, and then––"

"Actually, why don't we just call Pyrrha and Weiss to ask around the school?" Blake said, picking up her scroll from the counter. "Then we can go and search for Jaune outside of Beacon."

"O-oh! Right! Good thinking Blake!" Ruby said, puffing her chest out. "Let's call them and go!"

"After you guys change," Yang deadpanned.

"Of, of course after we change! Then we go and look for our…uh, what is Jaune to us?"

The three huntresses furrowed their brows.

"Boyfriend?"

"Lover?"

"Fuck buddy?"

"..."

"Husbando?"

"Oh my gods, Yang! I swear I'll––!"

=––=

Meanwhile, far from the concerned huntresses, was Jaune Arc in the middle of the rave's dance floor. Music blasted through him––a hard bass that shook people's bodies down to their cores. Vibrations throbbed through the dancers' bodies, an electronic beat that seemed to condense people into a writhing entity of groove.

In the wave people, it was hard to tell what the individuals themselves were doing. Especially with the strobe lights flashing through the darkness. Some were high out of there minds. Others were legitimately swaying to the beat. A few however, were engaged in more daring activities.

"Yeah, you like that?" Neon called out through the loud noise.

"Fuck yeah I do." Jaune shouted back. "Shake that moneymaker, Neon!"

Neon arched backwards, sticking her ass out and twerked. Her apple-bottomed ass jiggled within her tight, pink mini shorts. She swung her entire body to the rhythm of the beat, letting small yet perky breasts to swing braless behind her loose top. The cat Faunus reached her arm back, leaning against Jaune's taller, broader form as she continued to jiggle her butt on her partner.

"Getting a little frisky, huh tiger?" the multicolored party girl giggled. She felt Jaune's burly fingers caress her slim, pale body, running his hands down her waist and into her hips, entering terminus as they reached her thighs.

"Maybe," the blond smugly replied. "Do all cat Faunus have big booties? I know a cat with a great ass like yours."

"Rude." Neon faux-pouted. She didn't want to be compared to other people, much less another cat! "I'll make you forget all about that hussy."

"Okay, try––mmph!"

The rainbow-colored huntress practically pounced on the blond, jumping into his buff form and pressing her lips against his. Her tongue swirled inside for a while, before breaking the kiss and giving Jaune's cheek a long lick. The Arc lad was a bit surprised––pleasantly surprised, actually. A grin spread across his face.

"You're a good kisser." Neon smiled, licking her lips. His mouth tasted like brandy. "How'd you like mine?"

"That was pretty hot," Jaune grunted. He was carrying the cat Faunus by her thighs now. His erect cock strained against his slacks, a bulge forming beneath Neon's bottom. "Mind if I take some clothes off?"

The blond unzips his pants, letting his cock out. The thick, turgid member twitched as its sweat-damped skin hit the club's air. Apart from this, he also pulled on the hem of Neon's shorts, exposing her crotch after he tugged her panties to the side.

"Mmn, I thought you just meant your clothes, stud." Neon breathed, enjoying the company of a dominant male. "But…this is fine too."

Resuming their kiss, Jaune carefully lowered the rave slut on his erect member. The Faunus moaned as she felt her hole get penetrated by the human's fat cockhead, followed by a good old-fashion stretching. The blond let Neon sink down, releasing her to the force of gravity and going balls-deep.

"Mrrrrrr…!" the cat Faunus purred. "Fuck that's big!"

"You like that pussy?"

"Yes, this pussy likes!"

Jaune began to move––with his great strength––Neon's body. He lifted her up and down his cock, holding her by the waste. With her tongue lolling out, Neon held her lover tightly, locking her hands behind his broad back. A fucked silly face and a boiling heat in her loins provided the perfect physiological state of lust for the horny Faunus.

The exchange between the two went unnoticed by the other ravers––everyone was off in their own world here. Jaune and Neon were both more than tipsy at this point, buzzed from the numerous glasses of alcohol that were served at the bar. The connected teens' were still doing their own thing, as their moans and grunts were drowned out by the loud music. The music itself seemed to understand their current state of copulation, as the DJ behind the audio conveniently played a provocative song. The bass and lyrics went hand-in-hand with the teens' current actions.

UNTZ-UNTZ-UNTZ-UNTZ––♫

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck me––!" Neon was throwing her head back in pleasure. Each stroke Jaune took bottomed out her pussy, pumping and punching the Faunus' cervix like a boxer. Couple that with the current environment, she was more than aroused and kept cumming in succession.

UNTZ-UNTZ-UNTZ-UNTZ––♫

♫ Hey there boy, I've gotta scratch an itch

Come and try me, I'll be your bitch

Show me up, show me a trick

Just make sure I get that dick! ♫

UNTZ-UNTZ-UNTZ-UNTZ––♫

"Show me those tits, slut. Show the whole club!" Jaune commanded in a shout. The Faunus partner obeyed her bull, removing her top with haste and tossing it behind her. Now, people were starting to notice the two, as there was nothing more interesting than watching two people fuck in the middle of a public space. Especially when there's a topless girl involved.

UNTZ-UNTZ-UNTZ-UNTZ––♫

♫ I'll cook for you and pay your bills

I'll even stay off the plan-B pills

We can do it anywhere, I'll never be a bore

Please, please let me be your whore-ore-ore! ♫

UNTZ-UNTZ-UNTZ-UNTZ––♫

The rave music continued blasting, but this time Jaune and Neon's fucking was at the center of the dance floor. Energized party-goers cheered them on, not stopping their sways and grooves for a second. People wooted, whistled, and screamed approval at the two's boldness––literally. At this point, Neon had torn off Jaune's top and the man was as topless as his bitch.

The blond was boning her harder, empowering his thrusts as they continued their standing sex. His grip on the Faunus was strong, to the point that Neon was raising her hands in the air like she just didn't care. Their sweaty bodies writhed together, perspiration flying off Neon's arms as she continued to flay them around like she was riding a roller coaster. Then again, it was probably just as intense; Jaune was nearly pulling out completely with each stroke, boning the huntress with the force of his whole length.

The big fat cock burrowed in and out of the girl's pussy like a piledriver, making the bitch squeal and scream as she got the fucking of a lifetime.

"Nyaah, ah, ah––AH AH AAAAH!" she screeched as she felt her seventh orgasm detonate her lower regions. She felt weightless and free, even more so than usual compared to her other experiences in clubs. This rave romp was pressing all her buttons, as if it forced her into heat. It was as if the massive schlong inside her hot, velvety folds was knocking on her womb and saying 'it's breeding time, start ovulating'.

While the copulating pair continued their romp, Neon's tail was doing its own thing. It straightened, curled, zig-zagged, and did a whole bunch of flexing and whipping. If it wasn't already obvious, the rainbow huntress was getting fucked silly to the point that she lost control over some of her limbs.

Jaune continued to savage the pussycat's pussy, boning her with his battering ram of a penis. Clear fluid squirted from Neon's reddened hole, causing quite the wet mess on the blond's slacks. The immense pleasure was making the cat's eyes roll back, her fluffy hair damp with sweat, strands of pastel orange hair strewn across her face.

"Have some milk, pussycat!"

Without warning, Jaune's cock shot out inside her, growling as he did so. This shocked Neon––one moment, she was getting high on sex, the next she felt the burning sensation of her lover's semen blast her womb. She shuddered, screaming as she felt herself cum from getting inseminated. Her loud vocalizations sounded like a mix of a screech and a purr.

"Heerrrgghhaahhh!" The cat Faunus stuck her tongue out in pleasure, feeling rope after rope of cum inject pass her cervix. It was one of those primal instincts Neon had as a Faunus; becoming completely submissive towards the male who bred her.

For a while, the two paused––half-naked and slightly swaying in the loud, dark rave area. Neon was shivering, her entire body convulsing as it processed the sheer amount of spunk which was just dumped into her hole. She took deep breaths, her mind attempting to come down from the high she was in.

Jaune on the other hand, had other ideas.

The blond heaved Neon up a bit, almost pulling his cock out completely. The cat Faunus whined a bit, sensing the sudden departure of his penis from her tight, gooey insides. With merely his fat, reddish dickhead inside, Jaune turned Neon around, making her face out instead of into his chest. The huntress purred, the man's long cock feeling like a screw as she revolved around its girthy tip.

The rainbow-colored pussycat gasped as Jaune lowered her down onto his cock, pressing her pert ass down into his crotch as he went balls-deep. Neon screamed in bliss, letting a stream of fluids gush out from her hole as she came from the massive penetration. In this position, she could see all the other people in the club, the nearest ones surrounding them in a circle. Whether they were being supportive or just energized out of their minds mattered not; most of the people cheered them on, some of whom were already engaging in their own debaucherous acts.

A couple were making out on the right, there hands slinking into each other's clothes. A girl was squatting in her heels, blowing the man next to her. Another pair had the girl riding on the man's shoulders, the male's face buried in the woman's bare groin. A few other people had their pants undone or their skirts pulled down, all of them masturbating to the carnal sights to behold.

Everyone was hot and in the heat of the moment; Jaune and Neon pretty much started a ripple of sex radiating out from their spot on the dancefloor.

Jaune spared no effort in going back to work––this time, however, he pulled Neon off completely. Before Neon could react, the man slammed her back down, but this time his cock went straight up her ass.

The cat Faunus screamed in pain as she received the surprise anal impalement. The Arc male slammed into her, making her fat buttcheeks clap onto his crotch in the midst of the loud rave music. Her whorish yelps were accompanied by her erratic tail movements, swishing violently as her lover hammered into her anus and savaging her insides with his massive cock.

Her slim body writhed within Jaune's firm grip as her tight asshole was resized to take Jaune's gargantuan member. Slowly but surely, the pleasure began to outweigh the pain; that or the alcohol she consumed was making her limp and willing to get ass-fucked.

"Agh, agah, ahgh, AAAAAAAAH!!!!!" Delirious, Neon Katt receiving the anal pounding of a lifetime. She threw her arms behind her, clasping them around Jaune's neck once more as she held on for her dear life. The slim cat Faunus was bouncing on the man's cock by now, an arousing sight considering the difference in size between the two teenagers.

Neon had her eyes crossed and her tongue lolled out as her anal walls clenched on the man's rigid endowment. With a massive cock stretching her ass open and causing involuntary trembles on her body, Neon's pussy began to ache. The sheer intensity of their fucking dislodged the thick, chunky semen inside her vagina, causing the viscous essence to leak out alongside other sex fluids.

He felt so good inside her ass. Her pussy quivered and discharged both semen from their previous coupling and her own ejaculate. Jaune thrusted his hips in sync with the music, pounding her ass with each thump of the rave's bass. Neon reveled in the blaring lights, buzzing music, scent of sex, taste of sweat, and feeling of fullness from the Arc's hard cock. In another fit of sensory overload, the Faunus squirted another stream, this time shooting much farther. A few fornicating people got splashed, but no one really cared; the rave was a huge orgy at this point.

"You like that, you dirty slut?" Jaune growled loudly, trying to be heard through the beat. The blond grinned wolfishly, continuing his dirty talk. "I bet you're the type to get off in public, you raveslut whore. You're hot as fuck. I'm going to keep fucking your ass like a piston, you understand?"

Neon was barely conscious at this point. Her brain felt like mush, with only the thought of how good her man's cock felt embedded into her ass.

Now see, weird shit like this (a rave orgy) happened regularly in locations like these. However, there was always that one killjoy rule which the establishment's employees have to follow––don't let the crowd get too dirty.

The club's bouncers walked into the dancefloor, beginning to escort fornicating individuals out of the area. One of them pulled Neon off Jaune's cock––which was still hard––and the girl merely slumped onto the floor.

Jaune of course, was surprised by this. He didn't fully understand what was happening; his mind was still made foggy by the drinks, lights, and sound. All he knew was that he didn't cum in his catslut's ass yet, and he'd be damned if he got blue-balled like this.

So, like the drunk sex maniac he was, Jaune pushed the bouncer away. Big mistake, considering how the guy was taller and beefier than the blond was. The bouncer took a swing at the Arc, hitting him square on the chest. With a loud gasp, Jaune was nearly knocked down; his aura enabling him to recover a bit quickly.

The bouncer on the other hand, was picking Neon up, planning to put her on a booth somewhere to let the unconscious girl rest. Sensing an opening, Jaune tried to return a hit, but his inebriated state caused him to trip. In doing so, he grabbed the bouncers pants, pulling them down by pure accident and exposing a pair of embarrassing boxers. Jaune had never seen such an angry expression on someone's face before.

He made a run for it, dashing towards the club's exit with a very, very angry bouncer in tow.

=––=

Ciel Soleil wasn't sure what to make of this man.

After leaving the club Neon took her (the Faunus said that at least spend thirty minutes in there), Ciel decided to return back to the quarters reserved for Atlesian students. Of course, being a foreigner, she wasn't too familiar with Vale's public transport.

After eating out at a nearby restaurant, the dark-skinned cadet wandered around, unsure of where the nearest bullhead station was.

Then she met this blond. His clothes were disheveled––his dress shirt was ruffled, and his pants looked damp. He appeared out of breath, and very, very tired. He was hunched over, hands on his knees like a marathon finisher. His eyes were slightly lidded, and his blond hair was a mess. He looked like a drunk, or maybe a junkie who was high as a kite––an unstable, dangerous individual.

Still, what was a drunk going to do to a well-trained huntress-slash-soldier?

"Excuse me," Ciel began. "Would you point me to the nearest bullhead station?"

"W-what?" the man, looked up to face her. Oh, wow. He was much, much taller than Ciel had thought. Also, his eyes were a shade of light blue. The mocha-skinned woman averted her eyes from the man's crotch. The blond was sporting a very large bulge on his crotch; it was a very prominent erection indeed. Had he know shame!? The serious cadet fought back a blush, maintaining her neutral expression. The blond tried to reply in between gasps for air. "Are…you…talking to me?"

"Yes." the huntress promptly said. "I have to be back in my dorm before 0000 hours. I hope you realize that I have an hour left, yet I don't know where the nearest bullhead station is."

"Er, it's over there…in that direction––oh, shit."

Ciel noticed his expression changing from drowsy to vigilant. She looked in the same direction; a group of men had turned the nearest corner. All of them looked quite buff and muscular––though, based on their gait, none of them seemed to be trained in combat. It was evident that they were civilians.

"Ah." she neutrally gasped. The blond pulled her to the side, into a nearby alley. The area wasn't completely dark, but dim enough to cast shadows across their features. The man pressed his body against her, pushing her into his embrace, and running his hands down her back in a fast, exaggerated fashion.

"Sorry––I need to hide from those guys. Pretend we're making out, they'll probably walk past us."

"Hrm." Ciel wasn't too concerned. If he were to sexually harass or assault her, she was confident she could break his neck with ease. Self-defense was a necessary skill. So far, he hasn't touched her in such a manner; in fact, his motions were anything but.

The only issue she had was the massive bulge pressing against her stomach.

Ciel heard footsteps approach their area. The group of men walked by the alley. She heard parts of their conversation.

"Fuck, where did that fucker go?"

"I dunno. Check the alley. Anyone in there?"

Still in their faux-embrace, Ciel noticed a shadow appear on the ground before them; a silhouette from a person looking into the alley. The blond man's back was facing towards the streetlight.

"Well? See anyone?"

"Pfft. Just some virgin getting some puss for the first time. Nice job, kid!"

Raucous guffaws followed before the group of men walked past the alley, the noise of their footsteps fading as they left the immediate vicinity. After a while, the man released her from his grip, letting out a deep sigh.

"S-sorry about that. I kinda pissed a few people off earlier." he half-slurred, scratching his head. Ciel stepped away from him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and readjusting her beret (she rarely took her uniform off). A part of her white shirt was a bit moist from the embrace––she didn't feel disgusted, just a bit perturbed.

"Interesting," she thought. "He deliberately exaggerated his would-be sexual actions in order to pass off as someone inexperienced."

"It is of no consequence." she stiffly said. "Though, at this point, I must ask you to elaborate on what you said earlier."

"Ah––well, it's a long story, but it started a few hours ago when I––" the blond was cut short by Ciel's raised hand.

"You misunderstand. I simply want you to elaborate on the directions to the nearest bullhead station."

"Oh. Okay." the man said. "Go straight down that road, and at the third intersection turn left. Keep walking down that street till you the restaurant called…er, I actually forgot what it's called. Wait, not a restaurant. It's more like a bar, I think. I forgot its name, but I think if you turn right from there, you can see the station already."

Ciel narrowed her eyes. "Can you recall what the bar is called?"

"Uh, no, I don't think so. Sorry, I'm a bit tipsy right now." he sheepishly replied. "It's on the tip of my tongue, I swear."

Ciel Soleil was not a woman who liked taking risks. She hated taking risks as much as she hated being late. The Atlesian woman weighed her options, arriving at a favorable conclusion.

"You will accompany me to it, then. So I may not lose my way." Ciel sternly said.

"Uh, what?"

"Consider it recompense for me providing you assistance to avoid detection from your pursuers." Still sensing the man's hesitation, she continued. "Or perhaps you'd like me to accuse you of being sexually assaulting me just now?"

The man's jaw dropped. "Wow, really? You're actually serious about playing that card?"

The art of negotiation was taught to Atlesian operatives at a young age. Gunboat diplomacy was a noted favorite among the professors and other specialists. Ciel favored it too. "Of course. After all, I have all the evidence I need. Especially with the current state of your…ahem, penis."

"Dust damn it," the blond swore. He was aware of his own erect state. "Right, fine. I'll take you there."

"Good. I'm glad that you chose the easier option."

"Yeah, whatever. Make me choose between life in prison or a good fifteen minutes of charity. Sure."

=––=

Ciel was a bit unnerved.

It was late at night already, so they encountered few people out in the streets. However, this lack of people didn't obscure the elephant in the room; or rather, nothing was more distracting than the large, large elephant trunk on the street. The man––who she learned was named Jaune––was somehow maintaining the massive erection which he sported on his crotch.

While trying to remain professional, as she always did, Ciel couldn't help darting her eyes to the side once in a while. Her blue orbs kept refocusing on the mountain of a bulge protruding from the man's dirty, scuffed pants. The dark-skinned cadet was prudish, but definitely not a prude. She was just more selective of her relationships. She had only one boyfriend, an older student who she had gotten intimate with. Of course, they broke up soon after he was transferred to another base once he graduated ahead of her.

Moreover, Jaune himself looked a bit stressed in his own right. He limped a bit, tired from being chased earlier while still sporting that massive erection of his. Ciel had to wonder; what sort of circulatory system did he possess, to maintain a heightened flow of blood in his loins for this long?

"Can we stop for a bit? I gotta…catch my breath…"

"Of course. Please do." This was the second time Jaune had done this, looking legitimately out of breath. Despite taking a seat on a street bench, he looked no better, and his erection was as hard as ever.

Ciel gulped. The dark-skinned woman felt a bit hot, sweating beneath her uniform. Thinking back, she felt unnaturally warm since she broke from his embrace. She sniffed, anxiously breathing a bit. For some reason, the scent of Jaune's sweat lingered on her body, like some sort of…musk. What was this? Her pussy quivered and her nipples hardened beneath her military-issued bra.

"S-sorry about this," the blond panted out. "I've never had a boner this long––well, outside of sex, anyway."

"Right. Hm." the dark-skinned beauty hummed. This was a troublesome situation, as their journey was needlessly tardy. Moreover, the man looked surprisingly in pain, walking with a limp earlier with his massive erection jutting out. "Tell me, does this happen regularly?"

"Well, only when I get blue-balled." Jaune sheepishly replied. The Arc hadn't needed to masturbate since he was fourteen; straight pussy diet for this guy. If his dick didn't get enough, he'd find someone else. "Don't worry, I'm not sick! It's just been a while since I was forced to stop mid-coitus."

Military code requires soldiers to be as efficient as possible; furthermore, civilians must not be needlessly harmed at any cost. Ciel narrowed her eyes. She really didn't want to do this––but as an Atlesian soldier and huntress-in-training, she had her responsibility to assist people in need.

"Remember; as soldiers, you all have duties during peacetime. Active participation in humanitarian causes is of utmost importance when off-duty."

Specialist Schnee's words echoed in her mind. Yes––suppose this was indeed a man in need, and he was also the one guiding her to her objective––surely, there is a way to assist his current pain. This train of thought had nothing to do with how horny she felt right now, of course! This was her duty as a guest in Vale to its hospitable citizens.

"Say," Ciel began. "Would you mind if I…help you with your current state?"

"Huh?" he looked up at her, lidded eyes still an indicator of his slight intoxication. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," she fought back a blush, "that I may…alleviate, the issue with you penis."

"Uh, no. That's weird. What––" Jaune sputtered, staring at her like she was the strange one. This was followed by him turning his neck swiftly, looking around. "I'm not on tape am I? This isn't some late night prank, is it? WAIT, THIS ISN'T A SEX ASSAULTER STING OPERATION, IS IT!?"

"No, no, stop––it's not, I assure you!" Ciel felt herself consciously raise her voice. "Don't cause a scene here."

"Scene? There's literally no one on the street, unless you have a bunch of hidden cameras somewhere."

"Er, right." Awkwardly, Ciel cleared her throat. "As I said, to reach the objective, your e-erection has to go. I can provide assistance in relieving you."

"Wow. For some reason, it doesn't sound kinky when you put it like that."

Rolling her eyes, Ciel squatted, coming face-to-face with the bulge on Jaune's crotch. The blond reclined a bit on the couch, slouching a bit. He smirked, his face still tinged with pink from his alcohol consumption. "If this was a porno, I'd call you nurse."

"Enough quips," she curtly said. She refused to drop her matter-of-fact tone. "This task shouldn't be too…difficult…oh, my."

The ebony lass blinked as she pulled Jaune's cock out of his pants. It was long, hard, and absolutely throbbing. If a cock could look angry, then this one was furious. Its tip was a deep red, something that looked almost unhealthy.

She recoiled a bit, but not from being cockslapped in the face by the massive penis. Rather, the sheer odor of sweat and cum punched bombarded her nostrils, sending tingles down her body. Ciel noticed that, oddly, she wasn't disgusted by this at all. In fact, the musk seemed to make her brain feel strange.

"You really don't need to force yourself," Jaune said, noticing Ciel's pause, "and I'm not just saying that because I'm afraid you'll accuse me of sexual assault. I think I can just deal with it. Besides, it takes a lot for me to bust."

"No, there is merit in helping civilians." Ciel said, in all seriousness. She gripped Jaune's bare cock with her gloved hands, beginning to stroke up and down. It was thick, like a metal pole. "As a soldier, one must prioritize the well-being of non-combatants."

"...Okay." Jaune awkwardly replied. Meanwhile, the blond man was asking himself, "What's this weird bitch role-playing as?"

The handjob felt pretty good, all things considered. The gloves gave his long penis a good, course texture which stimulated the hard shaft. Jaune groaned as he felt his rod get worked by Ciel's firm grip and near-mechanical stroking.

Ciel increased the rate of her strokes. Honestly, with its girth, it was really like polishing a flagpole. "…Are you close to ejaculating?"

"No, not really." Jaune said. "Sorry, like I said, it takes a bit––more. It feels good, though."

"I see." The dark-skinned woman then unbuttoned her top, revealing her smooth, chocolate skin to Jaune's widening eyes. Seeing his expression, Ciel could tell that the man was more surprised by how much her bra compressed her breasts. Her dark breasts seemed to spill out the sides from her tight undergarment.

"Isn't it unhealthy to keep those too tight?" Jaune asked out of concern.

"It is less distracting to my fellow comrades this way," Ciel breathed, undoing her bra from the front link and releasing her large DD-cup breasts. Her hard, dark nipples tingled as they met the cool night air.

"Holy fuck, those are bigger than I thought." the blond whistled.

Ciel didn't let the flattering remark affect her, immediately wrapping her large jugs around Jaune's cock. She began to work it up and down, giving him a good titfuck. The heat of his breeding tool warmed her up as she pressed against her bosomy chest.

The chesty woman swallowed. She was sweating a bit from working like this––which was strange, considering she wasn't doing actual strenuous work. Ciel was puzzled. Her breathing became a bit more erratic. Her groin in particular was throbbing quite a bit. Unbeknownst to the mocha-skinned soldier, her panties were already getting wet from her dripping snatch.

"Hooh, fuck." Jaune breathed, leaning his head back on the bench. "Okay, I'm getting pretty close––your technique is actually pretty good, not gonna lie."

Ciel merely nodded in acknowledgement, focusing on heaving her chocolate milkers up and down the man's lengthy shaft. It was throbbing greatly now, and Ciel herself felt pretty turned on. She huffed as she increased her pace in proportion to how high her current level of arousal was.

"I hope you won't swallow it. My cum, I mean."

"Oh?" Ciel asked, curious about his request. "Why not? I was under the impression that men liked it when women did that."

"Oh, well––I meant to say, don't put your lips around my cock." the blond groaned, his semen churning within his large testicles. "I just buttfucked a girl earlier, you wouldn't want to put my cock in your mouth."

Now that fact disgusted Ciel. She honestly didn't understand the appeal of getting penetrated in one's rectum at all. The look of revulsion was evident on her face. Jaune took notice of that, chuckling a bit.

"Hey, some people like it. Like that girl earlier––damn, she was a pretty crazy cat lady. Er, and by that I mean cat Faunus. She was pretty wild."

"Tsk." Ciel clicked her tongue. She was no racist, despite the fact she was born and raised in Atlas' anti-Faunus environment. However, she held a great irritation towards a certain cat Faunus in her life; Neon Katt. The antithesis to Ciel's principles, and Atlas' own command structure. Unfortunately, despite the multicolored woman's lack of discipline, Neon was very competent on the job. Ciel sighed, lamenting the only downside of a meritocratic military system.

Truly, Neon hassled her a lot, especially off the field. Ciel had to complete paperwork that Neon was supposed to handle when the Faunus went off doing who-knows-what, exhibiting what others called 'manic pixie dream-girl energy'. Even tonight, when the feline pressured her to come out clubbing, Ciel was met with further annoyance. Neon assured the straight-edged soldier that she'd be with her the whole night, but the moment they entered the club, Neon went off to frolick on her own.

"I'm getting close. Get ready, and remember to close your eyes." Jaune suddenly said, interrupting her thoughts.

"Close my eyes? What do you––OH!"

Jaune's seed shot up with the force of an erupting volcano. The thick, white goo spurted over Ciel's head, in voluminous amounts that went splat on the pavement behind her. In doing so, the blond stallion himself bellowed with the roar of a beast. Soon, the barrage of cum softened its pressure, beginning to land on Ciel's own person. She closed her eyes, feeling the warm, honey-like cum pelt her bare chest, globs of white contrasting on her fat, brown tits.

"Phew, thanks for that, Ciel." Jaune exhaled. "I feel better, much better. Fuck, I think I sobered up from that…"

"R-right. Of course. It's only my duty, after…all…" Ciel absently said. For some reason, Jaune's semen on her breasts looked tantalizing, her mouth watering as she eyed the white substance on her dark bosom. Moreover the stench of his hot cum penetrated her nostrils, bombarding her olfactory nerves.

"A-ahem!" Clearing her throat, Ciel hastily redid her top to look as decent as possible. She fought the urge to just lick the cum off her breasts. Looking down, the soldier noticed that her sweat had drenched her white top, making it look translucent. Her dark skin and navy blue bra were slightly visible. Erotic. Feeling the top of her beret, she looked to see if any of Jaune's semen landed. Finding none, she let out a breath she held. "So! Now that your erection has subsided, may you continue directing me towards the bullhead station?"

"Oh, sure. Just turn the corner over here." Jaune nonchalantly said, pulling his pants back up.

Ciel blinked. The corner was literally four feet away from the bench he was on. She walked a short distance, looking around the corner and seeing the station. Ciel glared at him, her azure eyes boring deep into Jaune's very being. "You…you knew it was just there, yet you, you––!"

"Hey, call it even for the threats of sexual assault, Ciel!" Jaune winked. "Anyway, be seeing you, stay safe."

The huntress watched, mouth agape as he walked away. She shook her head. The huntress had to give him credit; he played her like a fiddle. To think that someone as devious as him was a mere civilian. General Ironwood would kill to have a strategist like him amongst Atlesian ranks. Ciel made her way to the station bristly; relieving the man took much longer than she had anticipated, and she had to rush if she wanted to be back at her quarters on time.

Still though. A certain heat was still burning in her loins, a blush spreading across her tanned face. Just another reason to return quickly.

=––=

"Fuck." Jaune swore. He was sober again, and unwelcome thoughts of his family returned. He wanted to forget, he needed to forget. To forget was to become drunk, and to become drunk was to drink some more alcohol. He made his way to the nearby bar. The Glass Slipper. Right, that was the name he had forgotten. It was one of the more classy bars in town.

The blond looked down at his current attire. Hm. Not the best. Whatever. Jaune Arc made his way in, entering The Glass Slipper with the same confidence and swagger he usually had.

And then everything went black.