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Beacon’s library is perfect. The facility was large enough to accommodate many students, the place usually packed to the brim with many seeking to get a start on their class assignments or quickly cram for an upcoming exam. At least, that’s how the library usually is on most days.
The weekends, however, were when things changed. The once packed building was now vacant, especially around the evening times. Students would rather hang out with their friends in their dorms or out in Vale then spend time with books in a library. Especially around now, with the Vytal Festival, many were taking advantage of the lack of exams to hang out and party with the new visiting students. This usually left the library empty for most hours of the day.
Which was why it was Blake’s favorite spot in the academy.
Of course being a known bibliophile, Blake could always be found with a book in hand. So when she first arrived in Beacon, she quickly made the library one of her frequent spots. As much as she grew to love her team, Blake always preferred solitude with her books whenever she was given an option.
No, she wasn’t antisocial. She just really liked privacy with her novels. Something that she didn’t always have in her dorm.
So after Team RWBY’s last adventure, where they were able to raid a hidden White Fang base they had found. Blake retreated to her own private corner of the library to gather her thoughts as well as read some of her favorite sm...adult literature. She would need some personal comforts after this particularly stressful mission.
After their encounter with the White Fang at the docks last semester and finding out about the Fang’s rally with Roman, Blake has been on high alert trying to find out whatever plans the group was after.
Yang would say she was “obsessed.” That she should take time to stop chasing conspiracies and enjoy all the Vytal festivities going on.
She then kindly ignored her partner and came to the library to do what the VPD, Beacon, and Atlas can’t. And that was to find out the White Fang’s big plan before it was too late. Blake’s definition of fun wasn’t to crash shady bars and fight half of the staff there.
That’s what her books are for.
Right now, Blake was taking a small break from her notes. Setting away from the table to lie on the couch that was placed nearby. It was a weekend, no one else was in the library at the time and no one besides RWBY and JNPR used this small secluded part of the library anyway. The reason for her break being that she couldn’t make heads or tails of the small sealed vial of liquid and lab notes she swiped from the White Fang base.
“None of this makes sense. I could have had Weiss really lay it out for me if she and Yang weren’t busy playing dance committee.” Blake huffed, rolling to lay on her stomach as she began to read her book.
Yang was wrong, Blake didn’t devote 100% of her attention to the White Fang. Just a healthy 95% while she easily managed the remaining 5%. Mostly by reading. Especially after she was able to pick up a new book from her favorite author.
It was one that she was greatly anticipated. One she of course expertly hid from her teammates for many reasons. Not just because it was for more...cultured readers, but it also was about a subject that Blake was sure would earn her some looks from her team. Mostly Yang and Weiss, with Ruby it would probably have turned into an awkward chat that she didn’t want to have again.
Way of the World. A very “adult” piece of literature. One themed around...dominating human men and submissive faunus women. Nothing extreme, like what was in historical textbooks, but more tasteful and (dare Blake says it aloud) sexually charged.
To Blake’s near-nonexistant shame, the book was hot. Despite her early years in the White Fang and her fight against discrimination, she had an intense interest in these kinds of human-faunus relationships. Most sites she visited classified her fetish as ‘race-traitor.’
Blake just classified it as any other kink someone can find after a brief search on AtlasFans.
Since she had found her first quality book of this kink in Menagerie, it has become Blake’s biggest shame. One that she kept to her fantasies whenever she needed a moment alone. It happened more than she cared to admit, romance wasn’t really a luxury in the Fang and especially with her ex-boyfriend.
He had his moments, but she barely felt any passion after missionary for the twentieth time. And in the rare chances she got to take control he would only agree to the simplest of requests. Needless to say, her books kept her somewhat content during her previous relationship.
“Whatever the White Fang is planning should be our top priority, but I’m the wrong one for choosing to focus on the actual threat than worry about dumb tests or classes.” Blake grumbled to herself as she turned a page.
Honestly, tired eyes made it a bit hard to read sometimes but she refused to sleep and give Yang the chance to say ‘I told you so.’ The only reason she was taking a small break was because of how complicated the notes were. The papers were filled with chemical names and scientific jargon that she wasn’t in the mood to translate. She figured she deserved a moment to read her new novel before she goes searching for chemistry books for whatever ‘Project Metamorphosis’ is.
At that moment, Blake put her full focus into her book. The lack of any other patrons in the library allowed her the rare opportunity to let her guard down and absorb the story in front of her. Once she was pages in, Blake almost hitched a breath as she arrived at the first steamy scene of the story.
A scene involving the raven-haired cat faunus protagonist being leashed by her dominating human ‘master.’ Already putting a leash on her and promising to ‘ravage her like the animal she was.’ It was taking all of Blake’s willpower to not tug at the hem of her pants when she remembered where she was.
Going red in the face, Blake couldn’t help but picture herself in the protagonist’s place. Struggling not to pant as she slowly read each line before turning the page to get to the next part. Time didn’t seem to exist as the secret-faunus, completely drawn into the world of her adult literature.
Which was why at that moment, Blake never heard the sound of the library doors open. Signalling that she was no longer alone. Completely oblivious to the sound of someone moving closer to her private corner.
The one who had entered, stumbling about and barely staying upright thanks to a nearby bookshelf was a familiar face to Blake, but one she wouldn’t expect to see in the library.
Jaune Arc, somewhat redder in the face, in an unusual state was somehow able to navigate rows of bookshelves as he walked familiar steps towards his team’s usual study spot. Hoping that his scroll was still there and wasn’t stolen by some greedy scroll-thief! The blond huntsman-in-training only stopped right before the corner as he made out the couch being occupied by one of his friends.
If the flushed face and lack of coordination (more than usual) weren’t any clear signs, the empty can in Jaune’s hand should have been a red flag. Jaune Arc was smashed. In such a drunken stupor that it would make a certain dusty old ‘crow’ proud. Usually an impossible task for huntsmen considering aura, but of course it wasn’t hard to find drinks specifically tailored to help them have a good time and make fun mistakes that they’ll pay for in the morning.
For Jaune, he was still in the middle of the ‘good time.’ Just leaving a dorm party hosted by some visiting students from Vacuo to find his scroll that he lost in the library this morning. That Roy could mix a mean punch! It sure would suck if they ended up fighting in Vytal, the Vacuan could be a bro when competition wasn’t involved.
Jaune somehow stayed on his feet, just staring at the huntress who somehow didn’t notice he was there.
Blake was a very attractive girl. Her name came up more than once in the locker room and really Jaune couldn’t blame his fellow horny classmates. The faunus, a fact he only knew thanks to Ruby, was the kind of mysterious beauty many fantasized about.
Long, beautiful black hair that flowed down her back, tied with only a black ribbon that disguised an otherwise adorable set of cat ears. Personal testimony from his best friend. A tight top that helped accentuate a pair of modestly large breasts. Not too big or too small, just the right amount within Beacon’s sea of bountiful, beautiful chests. And of course, when talking about Blake it would be a sin to not mention the leggings wrapped around long luscious legs and tight shorts that hugged the most worshipped rear in Beacon.
It was not an exaggeration to say there were boys who craved everything about the Bellabooty as it was called around the locker room.
Said rear was now slowly moving and shaking, almost hypnotically, in front of Jaune as Blake just continued enjoying the book in her hands. The huntress seemingly doing it unconsciously, so enthralled in her story to notice her actions. Or maybe she did notice. Swaying those hips sensually as if inviting him to do more than just look.
An invitation Jaune was happy to accept.
Blake hitched a breath as she reached her favorite part. The faunus reduced to pleading pants and moans as she was taken from behind by the blond human. Sure she had a type, but the scene was still very enjoyable and it helped that it had all of her favorite things. She knew she made the right choice instead of pouring more hours into those dumb notes and chemical.
She didn’t read every page, but that can all wait until after her book. If it was anything terrifying she would take it to Professor Goodwitch or Ozpin. If it was nothing too extreme she could just discard it. Maybe find a better use for it than the Fang could. Why was she still thinking about some dumb vial? She had a wonderful scene to finish.
However, her moment quickly shattered as soon as she heard the clattering of something metal against the hardwood floor.
‘Shit!’ Was Blake’s first thought, quickly closing her book and was about to scramble to grab the notes and vial before some curious rando could mess with them.
Those plans failed when she was quickly forced back down onto the couch from behind. So shocked, Blake didn’t think to struggle or use her semblance to escape from whatever was holding her in place. Maybe it was the fatigue and all-nighters that messed with her awareness and allowed this stranger to sneak up on her.
Did the White Fang somehow infiltrate Beacon?! Did they somehow find her and come to kill the traitor?! Or worse...drag her back to Adam for punishment?!
All of Blake’s thoughts went to the worst possible outcome. Clenching her eyes as she waited for the assassin to tie her up or slit her neck. Her thoughts, however, were very far off and Blake learned that when she heard a voice unintentionally whisper into one of her covered ears.
“It’s even sexier in person.” A familiar voice spoke.
“Jaune?” Blake asked, recognizing the voice as she tried to look behind to see said guy looming over her.
“How can something be this sexy?” Jaune somehow spoke through slurred words. His legs were enough to keep Blake pinned in place as he stared down at the shaking, jiggling ass before him. “You have to be doing it on purpose, look at you.”
“What are you talking abo-aah!” Blake’s now pale face went a little bit pink, an unconscious moan leaving her lips as the most unexpected thing happened.
Did he just...spank her?
As if to answer her question, Blake moaned again as she felt another large hand slap her covered cheeks. Over her, Jaune didn’t seem to hear anything she said as he gave her ass another slap. Finding satisfaction from seeing how the Bellabooty jiggled with each hit. Jaune then grabbed a firm handful of Blake’s ass, causing the girl to moan into the couch as he tenderly massaged her rear.
“They must be telling the truth. Blake, Velvet, that one girl from Atlas...faunus girls have to be doing it on purpose.” Jaune continued grabbing and rubbing Blake’s butt. “Why else would you dress like this? It’s like you were begging for it.”
‘Begging for what?’ Blake would have asked if she wasn’t now helplessly mewing at how Jaune was treating her. Somehow through her shorts, the usually clumsy blond somehow pushed everyone of her buttons. Besides the names, this was playing out almost like the book she was reading.
In the middle of Blake’s ‘complaints’ she didn’t do anything as a free hand undid her ribbon. The cloth falling to the couch and leaving her cat ears free, twitching from the surprise pleasure. The next shock came when Blake felt the hand stop groping her buns and begin pulling down her shorts. Was this really happening?!
And then the spanking continued. Blake was now vocally screaming and moaning as she felt every slap against her naked rear. Unconsciously counting each hit, her becoming hoarse around the fifteenth hit. Breathless, Blake nearly went limp as she could feel the eyes staring at her.
Forceful. Dominating. Her being treated like...a faunus slut.
For Jaune, he was too drawn into the two large globes below him to hear any protests from Blake. The girl’s once fair skin now a bright pink from each hit. The last one was particularly hard because it marked an imprint of his hand on her cheek. Proof that he had claimed the famous Bellabooty. And that seemed to set something off in Jaune. The sight of her marked cheeks and a slightly wet slit before him.
At that moment he noticed how incredibly tight his jeans were. That wasn’t good, he couldn’t be seen walking around with such a thing. Luckily Blake had volunteered to help with his new issue, seeing that it was her fault.
“All of you with your tight shorts and booby-windows. But you faunus are even worse. You walk around with your sexy bodies knowing exactly what it does to us.” Jaune continued to ramble, his pants dropping and freeing a rather long, fleshy ‘sword’ that was now lying on top Blake’s rear.
‘Am I going crazy?! Does Jaune...read the same book?!’ All Blake seemed to take from the situation was that Jaune was somehow able to quote the book word-for-word. This all must be a dream, the blond human master about to take the black haired cat-faunus and make her his sex pet. This must be a dream, she fell asleep on that couch and was now dreaming her fantasy.
Why else was Jaune doing it? Out of all the humans she knew, she most fit the description of the Master from the book. Not that Blake was complaining, it wasn’t that Jaune was unattractive but he wasn’t her type. And now he was in her dreams, her very realistic dream if the thing that slapped against her ass was anything to go by.
“Look, you’re wet already.” Jaune rubbed his tip against Blake’s ever-moistening slit. Glans pressed against the drenched vulva, making the girl moan even more. “You really do want it. You can’t wait for me to stick it in can you?”
If Jaune could see Blake’s face, he would have seen the pleading in her golden eyes. Pleads for him to stop teasing her and to destroy her. It was like he knew everything that turned her on, the wait almost agonizing as she waited for the moment he would enter her.
And Jaune did just that, the huntsman didn’t enter slowly as he thrusted his entire length into the screaming Blake’s pussy. All thoughts of this being a dream shattered as Blake felt the Arc’s ‘sword’ completely fill her. Actually pushing against her womb as her eyes rolled back, her screams just muffled against the couch cushion. Jaune himself wasn’t better as he felt the tight walls gripping around his dick, trying to milk him for all he had.
“Fuck you’re so tight.” Jaune said, pulling himself out of Blake’s wet hole partially only to slam back into his new sheath. Not even going slow, Blake’s pussy was already wet and lubricated enough for him to continue pounding into his classmate. “It’s incredible! It’s like you were made for this!”
Blake of course didn’t answer, words failing to come out her mouth except for the occasional expletive. Jaune was relentless. This wasn’t sex, no passionate or sensual lovemaking. They were...they were fucking. Worse, Jaune was rutting into her as if she was an animal. Pulling and pressing into her hips as her head was held down into the couch. Her earlier reading already prepared her for this, as there wasn’t much pain when Jaune rammed into her. The Arc was definitely bigger than she had ever anticipated.
“Fuck...Blake...you were...made for this! Made for...taking...human dick, aren’t you?!” Jaune asked between breaths, furiously pounding ahead before lifting Blake’s head with a pull of her hair.
“Aaah! Aaaah...fuck…!” Blake couldn’t answer, those words barely enough as her face was freed from the cushion.
“You love it, don’t you?!”
“Yes...Mah...taa…!” Now Blake was slurring her words. Mostly because her tongue lap out as her brain was fried with pleasure. Thinking nothing else but to repeat what she had read in her book.
“Faunus exist...to be bred. Is that...right?” Jaune sped up his thrusts. Blake’s now vocal moans turning him on even more. Loving every satisfying slip as his hips met her luscious ass.
“Yes! Yes! Breed me!” Blake cried out, now able to look back and give a lovedrunk look to her classmate behind her. “Make me...your pet! Fuck me!” Words that only ever existed in dirty dreams and possibly a few personal journals were now said aloud. Directly at the wonderful human that was using her like a living sex toy.
“Breed you?”
“Puh-leeease!”
“Fine!” Jaune let go of Blake’s hair and gave a hard triumphant thrust into Blake. Hugging her hips as he felt the girl’s walls squeeze his dick like a vice every time she came. Not wanting to disappoint his friend, he fired his first load. A hot batter of virile Arc seed shot like a firehose directly into Blake’s womb.
Against the couch, Blake gave a loud moan as she felt the warmth fill her. A heat in her stomach set her alight with pleasure, her twitching and meowing as she felt every pump of cum into her special place. And he wasn’t stopping, as if Jaune was seriously attempting to breed her.
She loved every moment of it!
With a satisfying moan, Jaune released Blake and pulled himself free from the drenched slit. As soon as he set himself free, a dribble of cum started falling from Blake’s worked pussy. A small waterfall of white that proceeded to stain the couch. Now that he had let go, Jaune saw Blake turn around to look at him again. Her eyes somehow full of hearts as she gave him a flushed face full of love despite her ruined mascara and panting.
And just like that, Jaune’s ‘sword’ was raised up and at attention.
Freeing her legs, Blake immediately had a hungry look in her eyes. Turning around until she faced Jaune, her legs spread as she held her still dripping vulva open as she saw the Arc still raring to go. Her throat hoarse from screaming, all she could do was plead with her eyes as she voicelessly begged him to continue.
Well, an Arc never goes back on their word. And she did ask to be bred. Jaune wasn’t about to break family tradition.
How long has it been? One hour. Two. However long it had lasted, the moment had been burned into Blake’s memory.
After that first wonderful moment, Jaune proceeded to just use her. Reducing her to nothing but an onahole that continued to beg for more. Somehow her clothes had been lost during their tryst, Blake could barely make out her clothes lying nearby as she just lay naked and tired on the ruined couch.
Ravaged was an understatement. Jaune had ruined her. She was completely covered in white, drenched as she mourned that her fun had to end. Her holes leaking cum, possibly making a large pool of white below her is she wasn’t doing her best to stop the flow and lose her ‘gift.’ Like her womb, her stomach sloshed full of the delicious ‘milk’ her ‘Master’ had given her. Yes, Jaune Arc had entirely claimed her, mind and body.
Now awake and seeing how late it was, Blake tried to stand up and nearly fell to the floor as she felt her legs buckle. Clearly her aura wasn’t enough for her Master’s raw stamina and needed time to recover before she could walk without issue. Still she saw her shorts were nearby and decided to put them on. She didn’t see her underwear anywhere. Regardless, Blake made the slow effort to dress herself. Only able to clean herself partially with the water and towel that was in her bag. As much as she wanted to parade herself like a trophy, it wouldn’t be appropriate now.
Hands and face clean, Blake drunkenly looked at the table and to a familiar vial with notes strewn around it. Her previous work was somehow undisturbed by her romantic moment. Her book also somehow found its way to the table during it as well.
She reached for her book, and underneath she spotted a page. Out of curiosity, she brought it up wondering what it was about. Hoping to remind herself why she had this stuff rather than go do something more important.
Test on Subject D34 positive. Aura seemingly accelerated the effects of compound X. Subject D34 grew a functional prehensile tail within minutes. Additional testing showed quick adaptation from the subject despite sedation. Earlier side effects found in past human subjects not found on D34 with the exception of one. Possible benefit of aura awakened subjects. Side effect notwithstanding, Subject D34 has made full transition from human to faunus. Testings will conclude before results should be forwarded to Vale Branch Leader Ad…
Blake stopped reading after that. Her eyes went wide as she looked from the page to the vial still resting on the table. This chemical...turned humans to faunus? It seemed insane, utterly impossible. No, Blake saw it for what it really was.
A sign.
“I was so wrong.” Blake gathered her book and neatly gathered the notes so that she could securely pack them in her bag. “It’s not a terrible plan. It’s the answer. What the faunus, no what everyone, should be working for.”
Left with only the vial, she held the glass as if she had just discovered the secret to life on Remnant. “This is...equality. A way for everyone to be truly equal, to all become faunus. And then, we can finally do what we were meant for.”
Holding it close, it was good that Blake was alone. For anyone else around would have saw the deranged look in her eyes. “Faunus are pets. Why are we fighting humans when our place is at their feet. To be bred and be the perfect pleasure pets for humans~. Yes, that’s what equality is. That’s what Master showed me.”
Smiling to herself, Blake packed the vial away as she started to clean the spot. Have to remove the evidence after all. All the while she worked, Blake just continued to speak with herself about the new revelation she had just experienced. The wonderful feeling of pleasure that still ran through her body.
And how to show others this pleasure, to show everyone the true path to equality.