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“Hm perhaps a restructuring of the student dorms would suffice. And the hunters already on that floor haven't exactly proven themselves useful to the cause now, have they...?”
Ozpin sits at his desk as he taps his pen against his chin, considering his options. He knows that he needs to make his move carefully concerning his little restructure, in the hopes that it may do some good for the eventual future that they're about to face. “There does seem to be potential in them...and him...her as well, of course, we did choose her to inevitably take over just in case...”
While Ozpin muses to himself, Glynda Goodwitch soon walks in, the blonde professor looking on with a deathly expression at her institute's director. “Ozpin,” she says, gaining his attention once she's at his desk, “we need to have a quick discussion about an important matter. Hopefully you're aware of the Fall Maiden and her chamber situation?”
“Yes, yes, Glynda, I'm already in the know about that.” says the director, sipping on his coffee. “I had seen it just a few hours ago myself. I'm not certain if it's a result of any previous attacks or the like, but I've been working on a solution for it since then.”
“We need a solution,and quick, Ozpin.” Pulling out her scroll, Glynda shows off a holographic rendering of the chamber made for the Fall Maiden, with something unusual seeping from the pane of glass placed on the chamber's door, allowing people to see Amber from outside. “Even if it's simply to replace the cracked glass, we can't just allow such a containment of magic to go out on us. We need to better control it, otherwise we could lose the battle against Salem if we aren't careful enough.”
“I'm already ahead of you on that, Glynda.” Ozpin states, still not giving the Goodwitch any eye contact.
“Ah, wonderful. So you've finally decided that the time is now for Pyrrha to take over as the Fall Maiden?”
“Even better than that.” It's now that Ozpin finally looks up at his professor, pushing his chair back from the desk to stand up. Grabbing his walking cane, the director states to Glynda, “I've been considering that the air vents leading into the room down there can very much lead to the dorms just above her level. From there the magic can be guided into the halls and dorms of the students, and perhaps make them much stronger and more reliable in their ability to become hunters. So the magic provided by Amber would still be quite helpful to our efforts!”
As the director of Beacon states his plan to her, Glynda looks on with a deadpan expression, yet the open jaw is enough of a tell to anyone else that this may not be the best way to handle the situation. “Director...are you daft?” she asks sincerely. “You're expecting the magic of one Maiden to be absorbed, and used responsibly, by a group of students who are still learning their craft, how to properly use their Aura AND Semblances? I do hope you plan to tell these students WHY you plan to move them from the comfort of their current living spaces and into a floor above the chamber.”
“Of course I do-”
“But with honesty?” she interrupts.
“I prefer to keep the motive a secret for the time being, Glynda.” The response rightly prompts a groan from the professor. “They'll know in due time what this is all for. If someone were to tell them, then they wouldn't feel as if they're advancing on their own at Beacon, now would they?”
“I suppose there's logic in that.” Glynda replies, adjusting her glasses. “Fine, leave the students in the dark for now. But if this backfires somehow, Ozpin, I hope I'm there to see your face.”
“Believe me, Glynda, this will work accordingly.” Ozpin says, a smug smirk on his lip as Goodwitch leaves his office. “After all, what else could be on the minds of hunters in training than harnessing their combat skills?”
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“Uuuuugh, such a good romance story!”
A week after she and the other members of Team RWBY had been relocated to another floor in the dorms, Blake falls back on her bed, which is still the makeshift set of bunk beds she and the other girls have recreated. Odd. Anyway the cat Faunus nestles the romance story she had completed close to her chest, still thinking about the climactic battle that led to a romantic finish between the lead femme fatale and her beau. It makes the otherwise anti-social ninja fantasize about how it could be her in those shoes, having such a fond and caring relationship with someone of that stature.
“It would certainly be a better alternative to Adam...” she sighs to herself.
Once she realizes that it's time for her next set of classes, Blake places the book back on her shelf, grabbing the books needed. She first inspects herself in the mirror, trying out a new look compared to one that she has been well associated with among the students. Replacing her usual gothic lolita zettai-ryokou aesthetic, the Faunus has decided to attempt something a bit less daring; glossy black boots with some gold trim at the top, a belt on her crossed around the left top, dark black leggings that disappear inside those boots while being held up by a white belt; a black tank top that exposes her midriff, featuring a diamond pattern weaved into the design, and a black choker collar worn around her throat; to top it all off, a white coat that features a tail end that splits off midway, purely for aesthetics. The Beacon dress code makes it all right enough that Blake could go to classes without it, but she feels the need to cover up a smidge.
Once she's ready, the ninja heads out of her dorm, seeing that a familiar face has left his room across the hall. “Jaune?” Blake calls out to him. “I didn't realize JNPR was moved to this floor too.”
“Blake! Hey, glad to see you.” says the blonde male, grinning happily as he rests his fists on his hips. “Like the new armor? My parents decided to send it to me as a gift.” The Faunus notices the chestplate her friend wears quite easily, as he intentionally defaults to that pose just for the sake of showing off to whoever might be around.
“Hm...I can't say I noticed it.” Blake says, teasing him while giving a shrug.
“Ouch, not cool...” says a dejected Jaune. “Anyway, you heading to class too?”
“Yeah, it's just a little hard to get used to the new arrangement,” she says, walking down the hall side by side with him, “I always feel like I'm much earlier than I usually am, and that leaves me with too much time on my hands until I've adjusted.”
“Really? I'm kind of the opposite.” Jaune admits, putting his hands behind his head. “It gives me a bit more time than I need to get to class, usually I suck at that kind of thing.”
“Well I guess-” Before she can say anything, her scroll goes off, causing the Faunus to impulsively check to see who it could be. To her surprise, her mother had sent a text to her. “Oh, is that all...” she grumbles, ready to put her scroll back in her pocket.
“What's up?”
“Just a text from my mom. Nothing more than a parent's duty, you know, study hard, train hard, have a nice day, that kind of stuff.”
“Huh. Good that you get those.” Jaune says. “You know, I don't think I've ever seen a picture of your family, have I?”
“I don't really show them off to many people.” Blake says, casting some thought on the statement. “But, you're my friend, so I don't think it's going to hurt me to do so.” Pulling her scroll back out, the Faunus taps around until she has a picture of her mother and father on screen, showing it to her blonde friend. Jaune is already captivated by the size of her father as he towers over the two female, but he's especially aware of her mother's beauty. Even for having such a robe covering her up, he can see just how thick and curvy her mom is, with such shapely hips and a bust that could almost show off her cleavage.
“Y-Yeah, they seem to be pretty great people.” Jaune says, playing it cool as he hands the scroll back to the Faunus. “Hey, maybe you can tell me about them a little? We've got a lot of time to kill on the walk to class.”
“Well, where to start...”
After some time walking and talking, with Blake discussing her parents with Jaune, the cat Faunus realizes just how good a listener he is. There's little in the way of interruption or suggestions, just listening. In her mind it comes across very sweet. She sort of wishes that she could have someone like that, and not what she discovered Adam to be. Sure, the bull Faunus may have been very well hung, and was otherwise a born leader, but she can't help but wonder if Jaune is as well hung as him...
In his mind, though Jaune does his best to listen, he tries his best to think about Blake's mother, fantasizing about her curves enough so that it ends up becoming stuck in his memories. It's possible he might be exaggerating that figure, but he can't help but soon replace her mother's aged face with that of his ally. He smirks to himself, realizing that Blake would look incredibly hot if she had the same measurements as that of an older woman. But such things are a bit incapable of happening...
As they leave the dorm and walk across the campus, both Blake and Jaune are unaware of the seeping magic that slowly affects their bodies, transforming them at the wishes of their hormonal minds. The two discuss the topics of family and class, all the while remaining ignorant of the changes that their bodies undergo. The first set of changes occur when they take their first steps on the Academy grounds, where Blake slowly grows a tail from her tailbone. It is quite reminiscent of her mother's tail, very cat-like in its design as it sways from side to side in rhythm with her backside. A tail forms from Jaune's body as well, although this one is greatly different from Blake's, especially for someone who doesn't have Faunus blood in their veins. It is merely thin yet long, only enough length that it could swat a fly off his back if he's either incapable of doing it himself or has his hands tied.
“Hey, I was just wondering something,” Jaune asks, “it's about...monkey Faunus. Do you remember that show where aliens could turn into giant monkeys?”
“If you're wondering if that's possible, no, Jaune.” Blake bemoans.
Once they've passed the fountains, Blake and Jaune make their way over a bridge placed over a small brook that travels through the Academy. Thinking they have some time to kill, the students watch as the mother duck takes her hatchlings and teaches them how to swim across the water. Blake mewls in a way that Jaune even finds cute, though he does a double take. At first glance he had thought something seemed different about his friend, but nothing out of the ordinary really sticks out on a second look. With the way her outfit is designed, he misses the way that Blake's hips expand outward, slowly shifting her weight so that they add a little junk to her trunk. The gap between her legs widen as well, giving her a very experienced, motherly appearance, as if she's birthed a child or two before ever attending Beacon.
Once they've crossed over the bridge, Jaune grunts as he feels a headache coming on, though remains unaware of the reality. Once the phantom pain has come and gone, he continues walking and talking with the cat Faunus, unaware that he's suddenly grown out a set of horns, rather unusually large at that. That doesn't seem to be the only thing he grows out, as a bulge suddenly forms in the leg of his pants, pushing against the fabric as if to rip them off his person. His balls also drop heavily, growing larger in size to become bigger than a set of cantaloupe. “Man, something feels weird today...” he mumbles to himself.
When they're more than halfway to the classroom buildings, Blake looks over at Jaune, having to look up at him to do so due to their height differences. Although the cat Faunus feels as though she has to tilt her head back more than usual, unaware that Jaune has grown in stature, enough that she can barely see the horns that have grown from out of his skull. “You know, you might be right. Did you get taller recently? A growth spurt, maybe?”
“No, I don't think so.” Jaune replies, rubbing the back of his head. “I think I only got this tall on my birthday, before coming to Beacon. And from my family history, I think this is as tall as we get.”
“Must be my imagination then.” Blake says with a shrug. She remains ignorant of the bulging pants, while many of the other Beacon students passing the other way are incredibly aware of the slow transformation processes that the two have gone under. In the case of Jaune it's especially obvious, as he's never exhibited signs of being a Faunus in any way.
When they finally reach the academic building, Blake goes to reach for the door, only to find that her breasts are blocking the full outward swing. “Huh? That's weird, I didn't think I was that close to the door...” Taking a step back, Blake opens the door fully, with Jaune holding it open for her like a gentleman. Neither of them seem concerned with the fact that Blake's breasts have grown and expanded, giving her body a fully curvy nature that would almost make one mistake her for her own mother, save for skin tone and wrinkles. On the stairway up to the floor their class is supposed to be on, Jaune's muscular structure changes immensely, growing into a much more buff version of himself. Holes start to form in his clothing, mainly from the bulge in his pants, with the straps of his chestplate snapping once his pecs have grown. He now has the physique of a strong bull Faunus, while Blake has taken on the appearance of a very motherly cat woman.
“Well, here we...are...” As Blake and Jaune enter the third floor hall, they finally take a proper glance at one another, seeing the changes that they've taken on since leaving the dorms. Most oddly, neither one seems to freak out over the seemingly sudden appearances, but rather highly aroused.
“Uh...wow.” Jaune says, tugging on his collar. “Is it me or did it get hot in here?”
“It's...it's you. You're hot. I mean I'm hot.” Blake says, her mind racing with sexual thoughts as her eyes become glued to Jaune's shaft. “I mean...oh, fuck, Jaune...did you always have that?”
“Me?” Jaune asks, looking down at his pants. The leg finally rips open, revealing his cock to be very much in design to that of the bull animal, already stiff for its mating purposes. “Whoa! That is...NOT normal!”
"I dunno, I…I kind of like it." As she keeps her eyes on the twitching bull cock, Blake bites down on her fingertip, her thought of sexual desire growing within her mind. Her pants show an obvious stain forming in the crotch region, the cat Faunus's underwear having dissolved at some point in their traverse across the campus. "It looks like it needs a lot of attention, though."
"It sure does." Jaune replies. He watches as Blake slowly squats down before his new shaft, leaning into it as if to perform some sexual act with her mouth. "Wait, wait, Blake! What are you doing? Not out here!"
"But…I want it so badly…"
"Then get in here with me!" Taking this rather well by his standards, Jaune grabs Blake by her luscious breasts, pulling the motherly cat Faunus into an empty classroom, making sure to lock up behind them. He then turns to Blake, grabbing her by the ass and lifting her up the ground to meet him for a rather sloppy kiss, their tongues meeting in the open air and slobbering almost nonstop. Under normal circumstances Blake would be asking what's gotten into either of them, as this behavior is quite unlike them. But her mind is otherwise racing with thoughts of breeding and being a motherly figure that she ignores the how and why of their new anatomies, giving into the temptation that is Jaune and his new studly bull body.
Jaune didn't even have any of those same concerns, as he was just happy to finally spend some sort of intimacy a girl. It isn't Pyrrha that he's currently tonguing, but Blake in the shape of her mother, or at least what he visualized off one image, has his libido racing, wanting to mate with his Faunus friend as soon as possible. After some time Jaune drops Blake onto the surface of the first of seats meant for class, allowing the newly reborn bull Faunus to properly make out with her. The seated angle allows the cat Faunus to grab his massive bull dong, stroking it frantically in an effort to keep the blonde hunter nice and hard.
When their lips finally part, Blake manages to shove Jaune onto the desks, still possessing her ninja strength despite her balance thrown off by her more buxom figure. She lays the bull back so that his cock stands at attention, holding it in her hands while she goes to town on his enlarged nuts. She sucks hard on the skin of his scrotum, her nostrils flaring up with the musky scent of his new genitals. She finds such a rush of adrenaline from this intoxication, she wishes it could never end. Jaune only watches on, in disbelief of how horny Blake has become for his staff. Her tongue lashes away furiously at the scrotum, getting as much of his flavor inside her mouth as possible, while using both hands to stroke against his shaft.
Jaune simply takes it all in stride, letting the aroused cat Faunus pamper him so for the time being. Though he wants so badly to breed with her, he sees that she has her own desires to fulfill, wanting to milk his cock with such eagerness. Then something dawns on him, something that connects the idea of milk and…ah.
"Hey, Blake?" Jaune asks, getting her attention. "Why don't you use your breasts on my dick? That might really get me going."
Pulling her lips off of his ball sack, Blake mews at the blonde hunter, nodding her head. "Anything for you." She says with heavy breath. "Anything that gets me that baby batter." She then glides her tongue up the bottom of Jaune's bull dong, her mouth soon meeting with the tip and popping the first few inches inside her mouth. Pulling on her top from the midriff, the cat Faunus allows her breasts to drop after the hem is pulled away, revealing her milky jugs to her bull mate. She then squeezes the base between her soft mounds, rubbing Jaune's cock between them and seeing the pleased expression in his eyes.
"You know, Jaune…" Blake says for a brief moment, "You remind me so much of my ex. Except…bigger? Better? I think that sounds right…" Her head hurts as she tries to think of the right expression, but the more sex obsessed her mind becomes, the more space for simple things is removed to make room for such deviance. She would rather be performing the acts of which she has read and fantasized about than to simply observe them as a member of the audience.
And Jaune, the blonde hunter turned half-bull, can only think about how badly he wants to do things with Blake, sticking his shaft inside her and assuring that she only knows his member and nothing more. Though he's had little time to adjust to such a muscular build and the new assets he's obtained from a simple stroll across the grounds, he still knows how to use these tools, intending to treat Blake in the same way he wishes he could do to her mother.
He grabs hold of the desk top, his strong hands almost breaking it off as Blake continues to use her tits and mouth to arouse her stud. She gives him a seductive expression while her breasts massage the long shaft, her saliva oozing from her mouth while she continues to suckle at the slit. Her tongue flicks away at the opening atop his member, the precum oozing out at a quick pace with the way she sucks him off. As more and more of her drool slides down Jaune's dong, it reaches between her breasts, acting as a lubricant to better utilize and soften his skin. While it makes her breasts slide more easily around the skin flute, even the cat Faunus is aware that it will still be a hassle to fit inside her holes, even with the extra width of her new breeding hips.
After a moment, Jaune sits up, watching as Blake manages to keep the enormous rod between her breasts. "Blake, I want you to bend over the desk now." He says, trying his best to lead the situation.
"Mmmgh, I was wondering when you were going to ask for that." Blake giggles, letting Jaune's cock be free of her chest. The motherly-looking cat Faunus does as she's told, bending over to allow Jaune access to her body. When she sticks her ass out, the force of such movements accidentally on purpose causes her pants to rip into shreds, expelling her body of the clothing while her jacket still remains in tact. She moves the coat tails out of the way, showing off her curvaceous bottom and thick thighs. Hankering for that bull dick, Blake spreads her cheeks out for Jaune, looking back to see him stroking his shaft eagerly. "Come on Jaune, breed with me." She begs, her mouth watering.
When Jaune finally approaches the cat Faunus with his shaft, he guides it towards Blake's asshole, pushing against it with all his strength. "J-Jaune?! That's not my breeding hole!" she whines, fearful of the impact she's about to face regardless of her warning.
Jaune stretches her anal cavity out, causing Blake to screech like the cat in heat that she is. Her claws dig into the desk, leaving her markings behind despite her best intentions. When the bull Faunus pushes his enormous rod all the way inside her, Blake can feel herself lifted a few inches off the desk, thanks to the blonde hunter's rod expanding so far up her ass that it manages to stretch against her stomach lining. "Oh wow…" Blake says, giggling like a fool.
"Nnngh…it's so nice and cozy inside you, Blake." Jaune grunts, slapping his hands down on her backside. The cat Faunus squeaks in reaction, holding onto her mounds as she starts to move with every thrust Jaune makes against her motherly booty. Soon her tongue hangs out of her mouth, her lower lips drooling saliva onto her chin before it splashes down on her motherly milk jugs. After a while the motherly looking Faunus shuffles back, giving the bull Faunus enough room to keep the tip from hitting against the edge of the desk with every thrust into her stomach lining.
"Mmph…Jaune…Jaune, I know you really like my ass, but I don't want you cumming in there!" Blake says, panting passionately. "Please, slide in my breeding hole! I can't last another second without your cock feeding me babies!"
"Oh! I though…I though this was…n-nevermind!" A bit bashful at ignoring Blake's announcement that her ass is not her snatch, Jaune pulls out, with his precum squirting onto the cat Faunus's ass. Just to be safe, Blake uses her tail to wrap around Jaune's bull cock, guiding it properly into her snatch. She feels the tip sliding against her folds, a half-dazed expression in her eyes while she sucks on her lower lip. Jaune grabs onto the cat Faunus's arms, only to end up removing her jacket completely. The only clothing Blake now knows is the diamond top, which is still pulled up to expose her motherly milk jugs, and the boots, though the top may have been stretched out once she obtained the thicker thighs.
With his rod now pushing into her cavern, Jaune grabs Blake by the hips, lifting the Faunus in the air to let her easily slide down the pole. As it stretches out her cavern at an alarming rate, Blake cries out yet again, with her breasts and ass shaking once she reaches the base. Jaune holds her legs up and wraps his arms around them, putting the cat huntress into a full Nelson involving all of her limbs. Now impaled by her friend turned breeding partner, Blake pants heavily from the aftermath of the drop, feeling Jaune's cock having pushed through the cervix and stretched out her womb as well. It likely now sits against her stomach lining, as Jaune's cock manages to push very far inside her body once more.
With all his might, the muscular Jaune pumps his hips against Blake's body, hearing her gasp and pant as his tip pokes repeatedly into her belly. Her eyes roll back as her walls become coated in his precum, which trickles down from the womb the more he rams into it. With so many hard thrusts coming from the handsome bull Faunus, it becomes enough to undo Blake's bow, her cat ears now exposed while the ribbon floats to the ground. Her breasts bounce along with every aggressive thrust made into her snatch, with Blake's vaginal juices dripping out onto the floor, pooling up along the tiles.
"Agh! Ha! Yeees, Jaune, breed me babies! Breed me! Babies! Hnnnnngh!" The cat Faunus's mind has entered a deep state of thought, where she only knows breeding and sex, with almost all other knowledge shoved to the side. Jaune has practically become the same way, no longer caring what hole he has his cock inside, so long as he's able to inject his seed inside something. He snorts out air from his nose, which Blake feels hitting her long black locks and some parts of her shoulders and neck.
In time, Jaune's thrusts against Blake's body slow down, but come with more impact in his rhythm. He lowers his hands to allow the cat Faunus to move her arms, giving her thick thighs a good squeeze. Blake heaves in a high octave the more attention Jaune gives her body, unaware of the snot that dribbles out of her nostrils, with little bubbles forming the more she breathes out them.
Jaune soon let's Blake down to the ground, his cock still occupying space within her vaginal cavern. He grabs hold of her arms, helping him to push hard against her stretched out womb. The newly reborn bull Faunus can feel his shaft twitching about, creating additional friction within Blake's pussy. He already knows that he's bound to explode in her breeding hole, yet there's still a part of his mind that prefers he hold back, experience the fact he's reaming a girl at all before finally releasing all that jizz in the huntress's muff.
His bull mind gets the better of him, deciding now is the time to cum. He shoots his load into Blake's womb, his stream of cum coating her organs in so much milky substance that the eggs she's ovulating are very likely to be injected with his little swimmers. Blake cries out like a banshee, with drool dripping off her tongue as it dangles out her mouth, dripping onto her motherly mounds. Her eyes roll back while she maintains a dumbfounded glance of happiness on her lips, experiencing her own orgasm all the while. With such a large shaft blocking up her tunnel, Blake's juices dribble out around the bull Faunus, adding to the mess of fluids that already exist on the floor. Jaune's milky seed soon follows once her belly has become blown up by his orgasmic explosion, giving off the physical appearance of a woman just nine months into her pregnancy. When she can't expand any further, the blonde hunter's cum starts to ooze out around his deflating member, adding to the large puddle that he stands in.
When he completes his breeding procedures, Jaune pops his cock out of Blake's snatch, the cat Faunus fumbling on her feet before collapsing into the mixture of fluids. Laughing like an idiot, she then curls up in the puddle of cum, trying to scoop it up and keep it in her snatch, all of which continues to pour out. “Mmmm, need cum...wanna do so much breeding and making babies...”
Jaune, however, somehow manages to remain standing tall, with his stamina still in tact. His bull senses start to kick in, smelling something in the air. “Hm...fresh meat...” he says, licking his lips. “Jaune needs someone new to mate with...”
As it would later be discovered, their brains had been twisted into less intelligent minds, as a result of their horny wishes in the hall. That does not, however, stop either of them from wanting to mate continuously with whoever they eventually set their sights on. With Jaune the Bull on the run, it may only be a matter of time before the entire female portion of the campus is carrying his offspring...