RWBY SI: The Krogan that Jacked Jaune's Life

My transition from God Emperor of Krogankind to scrawny scraggly teenager eating breakfast in a diner came compliments of the quasigod Heracles Fate style slamming my head with his stone sword and sending my own divinity empowered thoughts in a wave across the omniverse. I am sure there are other me's in other times and places coming too and clutching their heads in agony. How the hell the original survived that hit is beyond me.

At the very least I understood myself to be a thought based being that is now operating this flesh puppet while I devour the original owner's soul. My control of this body is… strange to say the least. It doesn't have the prerequisite thinky thinky capacity to house the vast amount of information available to me and its brain would burn out trying to think as quickly as I do.

That old misconception about humans only using a fraction of their brain power still makes me laugh. A human brain operating smoothly uses a fraction of its total capacity. A confused brain lights up in a CAT scan like the fourth of July, because a brain that has no idea what it's doing and what is going on recruits more of itself to figure things out. It's trying to see if the different parts of the brain can contribute to a solution, not activate its hidden Esper powers.

I could only thank God that all the mental and nervous system functions of this body were being carried out via metaphysics, because traveling across the omniverse to suddenly die of an aneurysm as my consciousness tears apart my new host's brain would suck.

Is that why people get aneurysms? Because sometime somewhere berserker Heracles whacked a godly being in the head and they just couldn't withstand the transmigration?

Spooky stuff.

I'd have to be very careful in this new body. Not only am I now longer in a meat temple as durable as a mountain while also sporting high speed regeneration, but the original owner of this body was… well… a loser.

I operate his flesh with a near zero reaction time and full muscle fiber recruitment. Jaune Arc was almost entirely untrained physically apart from dance lessons as a child. He was a comic book nerd with delusions of grandeur and I could tear this body apart in seconds just using it like I would my giant space lizard man body.

And would you look at that I just finished consuming this kid's soul and became a real boy rather than the misplaced thoughts of a being with immense psychic mass.

As I got up to wash my face in the men's room I spotted a familiar beauty with raven locks and black bow hiding her kitty ears from the world.

I'd have locked the door to the men's room if it had a lock, but it didn't so if someone comes in what I do to them is gonna have to be on them.

I took a brief break to silently rage against the loss of everything I love, the familiar heat of fury no longer making me see the world in shades of red and struggle to maintain my grip on my pleasant demeanor. It was in this state of incredible, but controlled, anger that I took hold of my new soul and brought it forth as my weapon against this new world.

I chose not to worry about the light yanking blackness of the manifestation of my soul, and instead chose to admire the literal silver lining. I may be a man who indulges in slaughter, rapine, and cannibalism, but I still believe I am a fundamentally good person. After all, the people I inflict those urges on really deserve it.

After getting my shit together, I washed my face and slicked my long blonde hair back like the great Aizen himself, and set off to do what I do best.

"Hello there." I smiled as I sat in the booth across from Blake Belladonna, "I'm Jaune and when I saw you I knew I'd end up kicking myself if I didn't take the chance to get to know you."

"Do you normally hit on girls this early in the day?" Blake asked as she put down her coffee and book.

"Opportunity doesn't wait for a convenient time. When the gods send you a blessing, you don't ask why it was sent. You just take it and do your best." I smiled at her, and while I wasn't a fan of the monochrome color scheme to her outfit, I dug her golden eyes.

"I definitely haven't heard that line before." She shook her head in amusement.

"And you said that like you doubt the sincerity of it?" I questioned her while maintaining eye contact before tracing the smooth contour of her jaw with my gaze.

"You expect me to believe that some random guy I just met believes I am some blessing the gods put in his way?" She scoffed and narrowed her lips, "I was born at night, but it wasn't last night."

"We are all blessings, whether we believe it or not, whether other people see it or not, in spite of the hard cruelty of the world and the hearts of others." I countered and tapped my fingers on the table a few times, "Some people just happen to be a bigger blessing than others." I added conspiratorially.

"You're smooth…" she trailed off.

"Jaune." I offered my name again.

"Jaune." she nodded, "I'm Blake."

"You make it lovely to meet you, Blake." I chuckled.

"And you lay it on thick." She smirked.

"What can I say," I tilted my head briefly, "I'm not afraid of anything, not even rejection. Gotta live my life with no ragrets."

"Did you just put an A in regrets?" she almost looked offended by my intentional mispronunciation.

"We all need a little adventure in our lives." I laughed and smiled at her, "Do the things others dare not, take some chances. It's not like we are going to live forever."

When she smiled back at me I knew right then and there… I was going to kill Adam Taurus. Probably eat him too.

Is he man meat, or bull meat? An inquiring mind can't wait to find out.

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"Oh God, Jaune!" Blake moaned while I railed her from behind with a thumb up her perfect ass, "I am right there! Keep going!"

I did actually need the inspiration to keep pushing myself as I had put this unathletic body on a sexual tour de force for hours and felt my hamstrings cramping and my heart pounding like the beat of a thousand war drums.

I collapsed into a pathetic near boneless heap after bringing us to one final explosive simultaneous orgasm. Blake had to shift us into a more comfortable position after she finished squirting, and put herself into my arms before initiating a passion filled kiss that I met with all the energy I had left in my body.

I managed to lift an near shaking arm to her chin and look into her eyes.

"So what do you say, Blake? Want to make a real go of it?" I grinned.

Did the kiss she gave me answer the question?

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"Babe, I haven't seen you put your pen to paper in hours." Blake complained as I continued checking my work over, "Let's go out and do something."

"You're right." I chuckled, "The formulas and equations will keep till later for checking, but do you mind if we mix a little business in with our pleasure?"

"As long as it gets us doing something." She grinned, "I don't want to burn through all my books before I even get to Beacon."

"With a collection that impressive?" I scoffed, "Perish the thought. There's no way I can carry any more than what you've got."

"Woe is me for not finding a big strong man to carry all my things." Blake teased me.

Despite the light playfulness of the jab, my poor underdeveloped heart could barely take it. I'd turn myself into a unit through the sweet magical powers of SCIENCE, then we'll see who's laughing Blake when I leave you face down and knocked out from ecstasy in a puddle of our combined ejaculate.

I used to cum a quart and a half easy, and I may not have four testicles anymore, but I'd get my rope game on point no doubt.

We showered up and headed out for a night on the town with a specific goal in mind after dinner. The brick walls of Junior's came into sight and we were early enough to not need to wait too long in line to enter the nightclub. As the sliding doors opened up we were instantly greeted by the loud music and the dance floor down a short flight of stairs. We'd get their eventually, but first to business as I led us off to the left.

I liked the club, lots of glass, lasers and holo emitters, a decent DJ. It was everything Afterlife could be if it wasn't such a hive of scum and villainy. So more like Flux if it had the cat walks and balconies of Afterlife.

Junior stood at the bar, very unlike the Queen of Omega, and while it left him exposed and vulnerable, at least it gave me easy access to the man for business.

We pulled up next to Roman Torchwick who quieted down about whatever the pair were discussing and told the man they'd be in touch later before making his exit.

"Two whiskey gingers." I told the man, "And take a look at this list while you're at it."

I slid a list with everything I needed to get me as close to a Spartan III as I can manage, even better in some regards with my bootlegged Vitality Retrovirus design. The Retrovirus would also enable me to undergo the augmentations despite being well past the safe window of the onset of puberty and likely being a poor genetic candidate for the procedure.

It would all have been simpler if I'd stuck around in Halo long enough to steal the secrets of the Orion II project from ONI. I refuse to call them Spartan IV's, but those augments were some good SCIENCE and safe too.

Junior looked at the list a for a time and then nodded.

"How much?" I asked him.

"Fifty Thousand." He answered and pressed my lips together as I mulled it over.

"I'll contact you when I have the lien. Cash on delivery." I told him and Blake and I finished our drinks and pulled away to the dance floor as I saw a blonde bombshell with big hair and a tight outfit approach the bar.

Looks like dancing will be out of the cards for tonight.

"She looks like trouble." Blake commented as we walked away.

"I had the same impression." I smiled as we took to the dance floor to get a few twirls in before Yang Xiao Long wrecked the place. We'd barely even started when Junior flew threw the air and brought down one of his expensive glass columns on his way to the wall.

Poor guy.

We stuck around as the rest of the crowd fled and I pulled Blake into a side hug.

"My money is on the girl." I stated as Junior's Red Axe Gang surrounded Yang with their signature fire axes in hand like this is Kung Fu Hustle.

Too bad for these fools Chow has already accessed his chi flow, or in this case Shotgun Gauntlets and aura, and these scrubs are in for a bad time.

Yang leapt into the air and delivered a flaming fist to the ground that left me honestly floored.

"How the fuck did she make the glass floor ripple?" I said in shock, no longer even caring about the brutal beatdown in front of me.

"What kind of Mortal Kombat finisher shit was that fucking punch! Even reality was like… I quit, for a second there." I whistled, "God damn."

"Try to keep your tongue in your mouth there." Blake elbowed me.

I tried my best to stop my impression of Thomas the Tank Engine Train when he had never seen shit this good before during the fight between Yang and Junior's female enforcers, Melanie and Miltia, but then Junior showed up with a rocket launcher and Yang went Super Saiyan while beating him down and whacked him with a punch that both broke all the windows and briefly changed the art style my composure may have slipped a little.

The big man flew out a shattered window and Yang leapt after him, leaving Blake and I the lone survivors amidst the wreckage.

"You better put that erection to good use later." Blake told me before walking away with a sway to those gorgeous hips.