#ballistics

She could hear them, the whispers of mockery all around her.  She could see them, even if she only had one good eye, the pointed stares, the snickering.  The way they mocked her, they laughed at her.  And it wasn’t as if May didn’t know why… It was because of what she was wearing.  Upon her was a gilded dress, a shimmering red sleek one piece which was a size far too small for her.  She felt it cling to her sides, it tightly held to her meaty hips, and worst of all it hardly covered her chest.  Though the dress itself was tasteful and classy, it hardly did anything to cover her ample bosom and explosive hips. 

May had always hated her body, stockier than most huntresses and… just as voluptuous.  Her chest was the largest among her… well the largest of any woman she’d ever seen.  She’d remembered the taunted laughs, the jeers that obviously she had surgery to get attention… yet her body was all natural.  And she hated it, hated the way she had to hide herself, how the heavy set chest made life more difficult, whether it was in her day to day life or being a huntress.  

And now she hated the way that everyone stared, stared at the way she kept her arms around her chest to push them close.  To keep the… the little slips from happening.  She could feel the edge of the material tightly pressing against her sunken nipples, sliding away to expose her beneath her slinging arms every time her attention lapsed for even a moment.  Her areola, large and sensitive, were peeking out through the sides of the vertical strip that made up the dress’ chest piece.  It was… absolutely horrifying.  Yet here she was… here she was dressing like this.

And that wasn’t the only reason people mocked her, no… no her eye was gently drawn upwards, seeing for a brief moment the star of the show.  Dancing joyfully with her blonde partner was one Pyrrha Nikos, the woman smiling brightly as she wore the exact same dress that May wore now.

The shame was getting to her, because May knew that Pyrrha wore it better.  Oh!  It was the worst, everyone was assuming that she was doing it to look like Pyrrha.  That this was all intentional… and the worst part is that it was.  Though it was not a decision made by her… she had ditched the perpetrators a while ago, her instincts kicking in as her teammates had surrounded her, their gazes heavily cast upon her body.  They had coerced her into wearing this outfit, into dressing so… so unlike her.  

She hadn’t wanted to, hadn’t desired to be like this.  She hadn’t even wanted to come at all! …But here she was, easily submissed, forced to the whims of others with barely a token, whispered, stuttered phrase from her lips to defend herself that was swept aside callously without thought.  She hated how meek and unwilling she was to put up a fight.  It’s why she was bullied, why people took advantage of her all the time.  And it was just the feelings of cruelty that got to her.  She wanted to cry… wanted to hide in a hole.  But no matter where she went, eyes followed her, mocking laughter joined her.  She couldn’t blur it out, she couldn’t get it out of her head.  

She hated herself, hated what was happening.  She wanted the night to end, something to make it all go away.  

Her heart was about to explode from her chest, her mind was going to overload and her anxiety was causing her throat to close up.  She hated her teammates for making her do this.  She didn’t want them to coerce her into it.  She should leave, but even if she did, she knew that the next morning everyone would make fun of her for what she wore. But if she stayed how would that change? Would it be better to leave, make her presence easier to forget? She didn’t know!  There was no going back, no way of fixing this, why did this have to ha-

Then something changed.  “Hey, are you alright?”  

She heard the voice, ever so close to her.  She jumped, her hands for a brief moment letting go of her heavy set chest, the massive globes bouncing freely into the air, and for a split second the dress slipped.  She could feel it, the shame immediately hitting her, she knew everyone was going to laugh but then… something covered her.  

Her eyes opened wide and she noticed a jacket?  It wasn’t… her eye, the one good one, looked upwards.  Seeing a young man with deep blue eyes, and golden hair staring at her with concern.  Though she noted how he kept his gaze up, and away from her chest.  But she did notice the dust of pink on his cheeks, something that she was quickly sharing.

But… he was wearing a dress… she realized immediately that it was Pyrrha’s partner! HER dress too only his was a different color.  Her face turned a brighter shade, her hands clinging to the jacket, forcing its way around her to hide her chest, even as she held her arms in a cross pattern.  

“Wha.. why?” She squeaked, wincing at the sharp, high pitched release of noise her tight throat made. 

He seemed confused by the statement, even as she noted the fact that he himself was in a pink dress, making a spectacle of himself… then the jacket wasn’t his?  She looked around… seeing… it was the group that he was always with.  She wished she hadn’t known that… because now she was feeling self conscious.  But… but it was JNPR and RWBY.  She noticed that the jacket on Lie Ren was missing, so this must have been his.  

Though as she watched them briefly she noticed the only one who had their attention on her was Pyrrha, who instantly noticed the gaze, responding with a subtle but warm smile.  This forced May to turn back to Jaune…

“Why?  I mean… you looked like you weren’t having a good time, and I noticed you were kind of uncomfortable with uhm… ya know.”  He was at least nice enough not to mention her stupidly big breasts. Her terrible, ugly cow udders that she hated so mu- “So I borrowed Ren’s jacket… do you uh… well how about… uh follow me?”  She noted that he reached out his hand but was a bit too afraid to touch her… but she felt a strange reassurance from him, so she reached out her hand and took his into her own.  It was when he turned his attention to his friends, and got a grin from the short red-head on his team and the blonde girl on RWBY that she noted they were moving on stage.

A sudden loud boom and all attention was on the group on stage. They started to announce something, but her hearing was blurred as her mind was rushing, far too tense and strained to listen.  Blood flowed through her veins at a million miles per hour… but she noticed with a frantic look around that… no one was looking at her anymore.

It was when they moved to a more secluded area that he turned away and kept his attention on the wall with very clear intent.  “You uh… you can fix yourself.” He suggested anyway, to make it clear.  

For a brief moment she forgot that her dress had slid between her round mammaries, the thin strip doing nothing to hide her dark, tanned orbs from bouncing freely. In fact the cloth bunching up between her breasts pushed them apart just a touch, making their already monumental size even more problematic.  She blushed violently, now quickly fixing herself, “Th… thank you…”

The warmth spread across her face had yet to die down, but eventually she was able to get things under control.  It was still small… and her side boob was still blatantly on display from the side, and she didn’t like the way that it pinched against her areola… but it was a step up. 

“I’m… I’m decent…”  She lied, because she didn’t feel decent.

She still did her best to hide herself, one arm held so tightly against her chest she could feel her muscles already cramping up as she held the coat in front of her to give back to him.  

“Oh uh.”  He turned around, his face still bright as a tomato, “You can hold onto that, Ren won’t need it for the night… just uhm…”  

She wondered what he would say, hoping it wasn’t anything humiliating but accepting it probably would be.

“Are you alright?”  

That hadn’t been what came to mind, however. Her gaze jolted upwards as his inquiry of… genuine concern? Her eye watched him carefully.  Her mouth opened but closed a little, her emotions instantly all over the place as her anxiety caused her mind to descend into every possible worst scenario that could happen over the next 5 seconds.

“Sorry… I don’t know if that’s insensitive, it's just… you don’t seem to be having fun and… well you don’t seem comfortable. Like… not even close to being okay.”

She could tell there was heartfelt concern in his voice, but she wasn’t sure what to say.  She wondered where her teammates were… if they were even watching her anymore.  She shivered at the thought of their lecherous eyes upon her again.

“I…”  She thought about lying but it was pretty obvious, “No… I’m sorry I…”  She felt as if she was finally going to cry. “M’not…” She mumbled, biting her lip hard and lowering her head.

But then she felt him move closer and she flinched, immediately feeling guilty when he took a seamless step back without missing a beat.  “Hey uhm, it’s okay… May, right?”  

She nodded her head, surprised that he knew her name… she knew his but only due to his relation with Pyrrha Nikos.  She had never put much time or invested much of her recon abilities onto him… though she was a bit disappointed she hadn’t now.  

“Ye…yes, how do you…?”  

“Oh uh, we have a class together and I remembered it.”  She blinked a little trying to… right combat class.  And she remembered how well he was doing, the improvement he was making every single day.  Her stomach fell a little, though she’d never mocked him, she’d been confused as to why he’d joined.  Her teammates though?  They would openly laugh at him, and now she felt guilt by association.

“Ah… well… yes.”  She nodded, and he nodded in turn.

“Right well… Pyr and I noticed you weren’t really comfortable, and she asked me to check on you.”  Now that was perplexing, “I would have anyways, you just… you don’t seem like you were trying to stick out...”

She felt a faint stroke of fear run through her as her anxiety finished his words for him, assuming what he was about to say regardless of anything to the contrary. “No!  No no I wasn’t I wasn’t trying to imitate-”

He cut her off with a raise of his hands in a gentle soothing motion, “I know, I know, she knows too.  It was pretty obvious that you didn’t want to be dressed in… well in the dress… it’s uh, kind of small on you and...”  

She flushed again looking away, her attention falling back on stage where everyone else was now paying attention to Yang and Nora.

“No… I was…”  She couldn’t give up her team, “It was… suggested to me, to try this…”  She wasn’t exactly lying, but it was more like coercion.  They knew she wouldn’t be able to say no…

“...”  Jaune said nothing, his eyes narrowing. Despite the hostile, dangerous look forming on his face May was outright stunned to realize she didn’t feel herself shrinking away. Instead it was like the blond began to radiate a heat that pulled her in and caused the constant, invasive whispers of her anxiety to become quieter. He suddenly spoke up, and May found her attention fully gripped on his every word. “You know, I used… I was bullied a lot as a kid, and when I first got here it… it got really bad, and Pyrrha was almost in danger ‘cause of it… I know that it’s hard to stand up for yourself.”  She watched him shake in anger… but she felt it wasn’t for himself, and the heat around him grew even more calming, “I won’t tell you want to do but… if you need someone, and I know we don’t know one another but… I’m more than happy to listen.”  

It was as he finished speaking and May’s tunnel vision pulled back that she realized she was blushing with an intensity she’d never felt before, and there was a heated flutter in her chest.  It was as if she was melting under his boyish charms, there was something about him that made her feel… feel so good. Not just good, but enough.

“Tha… thank you…”  She wasn’t sure how else to respond, “I don’t know how to repay you… for all of this…”

“Well… how about a dance?”  

She blinked at his response, his question.  She was stunned into silence, her mouth hung agape.  She… she wasn’t sure… 

“Uhm… maybe a slower one?”  He responded, partially taking care of a worry she had.  “I know that you wouldn’t want to do something fast because of the uh… well…”  He tried not to say it, but even she could tell he had a hard time raising his eyes back up as he very briefly glanced down. Yet, the way he did it, and the small blush on his cheeks helped her feel… different than when someone else did, like her partner or other team members. There was no disgust that curdled in her belly, no revulsion, but something else, something warm and safe and… belonging? She nodded as the flutter in her chest grew.

“I think I would like that… if you uhm, don’t mind.  I’m not a very good dancer… I’m not exactly lithe.”  Then he smiled, and it sent her heart ablaze.

‘Oh gosh, I think I’m in love.’  May had heard of love at first glance, but this… this was different.  Maybe it was just her mixed up feelings, her twisted desires at the moment, but the fact that he was making her feel wanted, and not being a replacement did things to her and she wanted more of it. She needed it.

Jaune gave her another smile, slowly reaching out his hand, waiting for her to take it.  

She felt her heart skip a beat as she finally allowed him to touch her. The moment their fingers pressed against one another there was a sudden jolt of lightning, a course of electricity going through each and every one of her nerves.  It was as if cupid’s arrow had suddenly struck not just her heart, but every single nerve in her body at once. She was beyond redemption now, there was no saving her as she fell so utterly and completely.  Her world soared, her mind hovered above the stars as he pulled her close, waiting for the okay.  And she gave it, she gave it by pushing herself against him, blushing horrifically as he gently placed a hand behind her back. 

She felt safe, felt covered, felt right, as they began to walts quietly to themselves, with no one watching them.

No one except Pyrrha Nikos.  May glanced over as she felt a single gaze on her and her eye opened wide, watching the girl who had an obvious crush on the boy before her watch them.  But instead of being upset or angry or… anything bad Pyrrha’s look struck May’s well trained, rapid fire analysis skills as almost…

She looked approving, but not just that her posture, gaze, and facial expression conveyed naked and unabashed eagerness, support, happiness, pride, and no small amount of the same kind of heady, soul deep adoration and affection that May was currently awash in.

It was a strange feeling, that May herself was unfamiliar with.  She couldn’t begin to comprehend what was going on behind Pyrrha’s thoughts as she continued to watch the two of them enjoy themselves with a content smile.

And May was indeed enjoying herself, enveloped by the positive energy that the boy before her was suddenly bringing to her life.  She’d forgotten entirely about protecting her purity.  She, without any cloying worry as to her current attire, or her stupidly, annoyingly, massive breasts, had pushed up against him, had leaned into him and lost herself in the moment.  She was enjoying the subtle motions of their bodies as if the world only held the two of them.

She found it hard taking her eye off of him, immersed in the pleasant sensations she felt tingling her spine, down to the very last nerve in her body.

As for Pyrrha?

The champion watched with intrigue, there was a rumor that Pyrrha Nikos was a jealous woman.  That she would scorn any who so much as looked at her man, just as she had with one Weiss Schnee.  However those whispered beliefs were just that, baseless rumors.  Nothing about them had been true, just pointless noise made to excite.  She didn’t despite Weiss for holding her beau’s affection.

Pyrrha disliked the white haired woman for her pretentious attitude, for the disdain she treated Jaune with while enjoying the company of a simple flirt like Neptune.  She didn’t expect Weiss to understand what she felt for Jaune, or why she saw in him what she did, but it rankled her that his efforts were wasted.  

You see, Pyrrha had a giving nature.  She was willing to allow Jaune to pursue what he felt was right, what he wanted even, to continue going after Weiss because it was what he enjoyed.  She was used to giving up things for the happiness of others, her career was based on that very premise.

Even with Jaune, she was willing to see him happy with someone else, but at the same time she just knew no one else would see him as she did. No one else saw Jaune’s real self like she did, and thus nobody could love him quite like she could.  

Until now at least.  The more the Champion watched, the more she noticed how meek and soft May Zedong was around her Jaune.  The subtle looks she gave him, the soft little tremors that went through her every time Jaune couldn’t resist a tiny glance at her downright sinful body; reactions anyone without a keen eye would fail to notice.  It was all there, all that and a recognition that Pyrrha had with herself.  She was just like her it would seem, understanding what made the silly boy all that more important.

So she smiled, lips curling warmly and contently, her conversation with Jaune still fresh in her mind.

The little talk they had about how he knew that Weiss wasn’t for him, that he’d set himself up for failure on purpose.  That everything he had hoped for was nothing more than a way to keep himself down.  The poor boy and his self-esteem.  Pyrrha knew she would have to take care of that soon.  But then he had looked at her, had held her close, and given her a gaze that she had so dearly wanted.  It was a nearly unspoken conversation, but the two had finally settled their feelings, feelings that he had told her he’d kept down for her sake. 

The silly man, thinking that she would think less of him if she saw him fumble, unsure of himself. The blond was like the sun to her, he might try and hide his flickers and flare ups, but to her he was resplendent in his majesty, beautiful in his endless, comforting warmth.

Then, they’d noticed May. Almost at the same time they noticed the meekness, the way she was afraid of everyone.  Pyrrha knew how cruel people could be, could see that she was put up to attending the dance; she looked so horribly out of place and uncomfortable. They extrapolated that she was being bullied, her memories of Jaune earlier this year, not being able to help him, came back to bite her.  She couldn’t let it stand, and she could see it was the same for Jaune, the concern in his eyes as he watched the slightly darker skinned girl stumble ever closer to a full breakdown.

She knew now, watching the two of them dance, that it was a good idea the two had acted.  

As she drank in the sight of them there was something else that was inside of her, a deep burning feeling she kept hidden. Pyrrha knew her reputation, she paid people to keep an eye on it after all, back when she was a full time Champion. She often came off as rather unromantic or non-sexual.  But the truth was dangerously the opposite, she was quite the pervert.  She would pretend not to notice Jaune’s slack clothing, or the tent that formed in the middle of the night in his blankets.  She would pretend that his underwear going missing was some freak accident she knew nothing about, not a single detail.  

She would also pretend to not notice the thick heavy scent coming from their restroom… the wafting masculine musk that radiated from the shower.  She knew what it was, it was a smell she recognized deeply from her experience with Jaune’s clothing… 

He was a young man after all, surrounded by beautiful women, and Ren - who was one skirt away from being a femboy.  She couldn’t blame him… it was why he took so long in the shower.  She knew that Nora and Ren knew too, the dazed and hazy looks they would have in their eyes whenever they had to use it after him, coming out after being drenched in his pungent aromas when they finished their own showers.  

Pyrrha Nikos LOVED all of it.  She loved it to the very core.  So… she… she had a more perverse side to her, a dark side.  She… while she wouldn’t admit it, loved power.  Loved holding herself over others, not in a cruel way, no, she knew the way she held herself over others in that they looked at her as if she was an alluring queen.  Weiss was perhaps the most blatant example.  The girl's thirst was so easy to recognize that Pyrrha couldn’t help but purposely tease her, because she knew Weiss would never get it.

But May?  Oh this girl, she was such a cute little thing, like a mouse trapped around predators… and it just sent her twisted feelings ablaze.  She wanted to do so many things to her from the very first moment she laid her eyes on her.  And seeing her falling right into Pyrrha’s trap, falling head over heels and becoming enamored with her Jaune?  Well… she wasn’t sure she’d be able to hold back now~

But, as she watched the two of them continue to dance, she decided perhaps giving them a bit more time was for the better.

And May was glad she did.

The young woman was having the time of her life, before either of them knew it they were in a full swing.  The music had become far more pronounced, a waltz if you would.  Though May had never danced before, she was light upon her feet, as if gliding off the ground with her entire heart set on keeping an eye on the boy before her.  She felt something building inside of her, that little chime from earlier getting progressively stronger.

And despite the dusted red upon his cheeks, he did his level best to keep his attention fully on her.  Even as her ample bosom wiggled freely in the air.  She simply thanked the ones above that no one else could see her… yet for some reason, every time his eyes settled upon her chest, the swaying motion slowly pushed them out of their containment, the more excitement that buzzed inside of her.  

She could tell that he was enjoying the view, despite usually keeping her eye level up, she would sometimes take a glance downwards and even though he was garbed in a short skirt like dress, she could tell that something big and heavy was keeping them aloft.

Her insides burned, excitement building, and lust steadily growing.  It was an unfamiliar feeling that tingled her fancy.  Her heart was pounding thoroughly, both in a mixture of excitement and the buzz formed from the fast movements, from the exercise that she was currently going through.

She could hardly care that her clothing was coming undone, and though she felt her dress slightly slip, she was enjoying herself too much to stop.  But it was only when he pulled her close, pressing her tightly against him that she felt the brush of his chest up against her bare nipples, her soft inner dipped buds through their heightened sensitivity, that she was sent for a wild trip.  

She hadn’t realized just how easily it was for her to be pushed through a forced orgasm.  One that had slowly been building from the very moment he held her hand.  Her mind began to fritz, her sense of smell taking in his pungent aroma with greedy little gasps. It was surely something that wafted around him that aided in her body's sudden urge to manifest its latent lust.  She could feel her ovaries, those tiny little things she never thought she would ever use, spring to life.  

She felt the tremors run through her body, her senses heightening to their max as every nerve went crazy.  Her heart pounded away, violently brushing inside of her.  Her eye rolled to the back of her head, sweat running down her head, matting her hair to her face.  Her body was ablaze with lustful intent as her form nearly gave way.  She wasn’t sure what it was that was driving her insane, whether it was one thing or just all of him.

She could see his eyes opening wide as he held her tighter to make sure she wouldn’t fall.  But he could tell what was happening, she knew he could, what with the thick thing that pushed up against her belly.  

Whatever underwear he was wearing must have not been enough to hide it, even through the dress she could tell that it must have been an impressive thing.  

Her mind hazed, vaguely she could hear him call her name, but then she felt something or someone else grab her.  After that she couldn’t remember much, just that she was being dragged away.

Pyrrha saw it, she saw it!  May was just like her.  She wasn’t sure what it was that set her off, the touch, the smell, or just Jaune in general.  But like a pressure valve overloading, May was going through a powerful orgasm that Pyrrha herself had experienced multiple times.

She wasn’t going to let this chance slip between her fingers.  She could see the arousal in Jaune himself, though he was the perfect gentleman, what was happening before her was the perfect storm and she wasn’t going to give it up.  She lunged forward without thinking twice, her hands extended clutching the two of them.  She would text Nora and Ren later, but no one would be bothering them tonight.  

May didn’t notice the gazes of her teammates, confused and out of luck, watching as she was whisked away by a redhead she had no chance of approaching.

May didn’t know what happened next, from the time Pyrrha had grabbed her, which she at the time hadn’t realized who it was, to the point where she was on her back.  

The next thing she remembered was the sound of moans; lustful, throaty sounds.  Combined with the smacking of flesh, two bodies colliding, the smell of sex, overpowering and mind numbing in its intensity.  The heat of two bodies, right next to her bending into one another, their words mixed with cries of ecstasy.  

Though she felt it lasted a brief scant seconds, she had been mostly brought down for hours.  Time had passed without her realizing it, and her senses were only back when she herself was captured by the vice of pleasure.  

She was only able to think properly, sort of, when she felt her body being pushed back and forth.  Her chest bounced, slapping against her belly as something huge pushed itself inside of her.  She gripped her fingers tightly against hands holding onto her, her eye shut tight as pleasure spiked through her body while that thing pushed into her womb.  

Her virginity had been snatched away, and she hadn’t the foggiest idea of what had done it.  Though she realized oh so quickly that the blonde boy was in front of her, practically looming atop of her.  He was inside of her, his cock stretched her wider than she thought her body capable of.  The first thing to have ever found its way inside of her pussy other than her fingers.  And yet she didn’t feel a speck of pain.

All she could feel was him, his wide girth opening her, every vein that pulsed as he furiously pounded away at her.  The knock of his knob up against her cervix, spiking her with lustful intent.  If this had been anyone else she would have cried, or fought back, but for him? For him she found herself growing submissive, willing, and reciprocative.

The way he looked at her added to the allure of giving in, he was eyeing her with adoration, love, lust, so many things mixed in together.  He didn’t shy away from her sinfully ugly body, the stupidly large curves, the ludicrously fertile form of hers.  He embraced her everything, the way he kept his fingers locked down into hers and pinned her… the way he wanted to show her that she was his, it was… it was everything she could want.

May knew, deep down, that she was someone who needed firm hands in her life, she was… utterly submissive to the world around her.  She just hadn’t found the person that could make her feel like she needed to, like she was supposed to be this way. Hadn’t felt safe to let herself fall with anyone because she could never be sure she would be caught.

But here it was, here he was, pinning her down so she couldn’t move, her legs suspended upwards by his thighs as he knelt in front of her pushing and rocking his hips so their bodies slapped together with loud sounds of clapping flesh.  

She could feel him distending her belly, his big fat juicy cock pushing her around, outright bullying her insides.  Her single good eye was filled with a heart shaped formation, absolutely enamored by the man above her.

But she realized that her head was being held aloft.  Only then did she understand that someone had her on their lap, that they had their hands gently pushed on her head, brushing her softly.

“That’s a good girl~  You’re such a beautiful girl~  You’re ours, you’re our beautiful wall flower.”  

It was Pyrrha Nikos, the champion woman, her body glistening with sweat.  The visage upon her face practically glowing, as if she had attained a sense of enlightenment.  But if what was happening to her had already happened to Pyrrha, which she was sure it had, then she understood why the woman looked that way.  

And it was the second time tonight that someone made May feel wanted, “Hwa?”  She was still confused, unsure of everything, but she clung to every word.

“You’re such a good girl~”  Pyrrha brushed her hair aside, leaning down and gently kissing her upon her lips.  Her first kiss, quickly snatched away by the gentle brush with Pyrrha Nikos herself.  

May understood, she really did now, that she was their pet, their-

“You’re such a beautiful lover~  Oooh!  I’ve had my eye on you for quite some time.”  Pyrrha’s voice was chipper, despite the slow exhaustion from her.  “We’ll both be lovely mothers, together.”  

May swallowed, eye widening as she turned her attention back to Jaune.  

The young man was fully concentrated on doing what he needed to do, but his gaze?  It was solely on her, even as Pyrrha talked, the gorgeous goddess ever enjoying the looks the two now gave one another.

May… May felt her heart flutter, she could see the determination in Jaune’s eyes. 

“You see~  Jaune has seven sisters, and his mother had seven siblings as well~  As it turns out the Arc’s are very potent♥” 

Once more May could feel her insides churning. Her womb was an inferno, the oven inside of her ready and yearning to be filled with a thick helping of virile seed!  And she knew that… that she was incredibly fertile at the moment.  She could tell that her body was yearning to host his child, to bear upon him heirs.

“You can feel it, right?  Your body’s growing ready to support his seed.”  Pyrrha continued to talk, her tone so deliriously happy, “I felt it too, I think it’s his aura, I think… I think that it’s an addiction.  Maybe he always had his semblance?”  She curiously pondered, “I think that perhaps he did, it heightens our urges, our desires, so long as we desire him.”  

Pyrrha thought about it, she was the only one really affected by it, but… Ren and Nora too, they had given Jaune a side glance every now and again, but nothing more.  Perhaps it depended on their opinion of the young man.  Maybe his semblance was causing her body to act up, increasing her urge to breed, to sire heirs.  

After all, Remnant was a dangerous place, maybe that’s why the Arc bloodline was so strong, because it helped repopulate?  She was curious about it, but found herself enjoying the way that May squirmed.  

The poor girl was giving herself away, her mouth was shut tight, but the soft moans that escaped her lips were blissful bouts of pleasure that Pyrrha couldn’t get enough of.

Even as her womb was full of seed, swimming semen that filled her to the brim, she could only want more and more now, watching with a slight tinge of envy.  She was glad that this beautiful woman beneath her was her sole pole sister, for now~

May wasn’t sure if she was ready for children, “I… I…”  She couldn’t find the words, but, “NgghaAhaha!♥”  Her back arched and tongue lashed from her mouth as he hit her cervix again, sending her into a spiraling tower of pleasure!  “Oh oh oh oh!♥♥♥♥”  

Her toes curled, her muscles burned and ached.  She could feel her belly flatten as her chest rose and fell while she gasped for air, only stopping her quick attempts when Pyrrha lowered herself again, this time sliding her tongue in as she brought the submissive sniper to a lovely little lip lock.

May… May… May…

“Get Pregnant, get Pregnant, please, please…”  

She hadn’t heard it now, perhaps because of the slapping flesh,the smacking bodies, the sounds of their forms giving into one another… but Jaune was chanting-no, praying.  

She… she… she felt her body beg to answer his call, even though she was cumming he hadn’t stopped.  She wanted to take his cum, to be filled, to be… to be impregnated.  It would have brought her nothing more than the greatest of joys.

“We’ll have… We’ll have Ozpin make an exception, have you moved over to our team.  After all, we can’t trust those boys with you, though I will have to send them a thank you package for gifting us such a wonderful girl.”  She felt Pyrrha praise her again, their lips no longer connected, but their tongues every so slightly apart, a trail of saliva dripping down into her parted mouth.

May didn’t want to fight, she just… she wanted more, she wanted Jaune to keep on… keep on…

“Beautiful, you’re gorgeous, stunning.”  She felt Pyrrha move away as Jaune began to speak, or mumble.  She wasn’t quite sure… she looked back to him, still under their spell, still unable to think properly.  

His shadow found itself upon her, his larger body frame completely encapsulating as he pinned her down further into the sheets.  Pyrrha had pulled away, giving them space.  Her form collapsed before him, his lips forcing themself upon her, as his tongue, slightly sweet taste, shoved its way into her mouth.  She let him take her, let him do what he wanted.  His hands still held on, even as he pressed further into her forcing her legs to pull closer to her body from above.  

Her toes and feet hung in the air, curled and tense.

PLAP PLAP PLAP

Their bodies were as one, and… and as he continued to talk to her, their lips brushing together, hot breaths kissing off the other’s skin.  

She could tell he was enjoying himself, “I want you, stay with us, please.”  

She… she wanted to stay, wanted to be wanted, to be loved by them.  By these two, “Ye..yes…yes please… keep me… I nee…need you.” She whimpered, squeaked out, her voice cracking as she struggled to assert her desires, even as paradoxically submissive as they were.

She knew she said the right things, because now he was going down with full force.  His penis pounded powerfully down upon her warm wanting pussy. Full length hammer blows that left her tragically empty and then stuffed full in equal measure.  She could hear the wet squelching sounds from her insides, the vibrations of her quivering cunt as she gave into him.

She was being pushed further into the sheets, submitting completely.  She didn’t need to do anything, instead she let out cute little moans.  Her form trembling from the pleasure and submission to those above her.

She closed her eye, letting herself be taken with only the feeling, the smell, and the flash of aura that seeped into her body.

It was as if he was marking her, his… his… she could only assume semblance?  Was doing things to her body that made it easier for him to continue.  She felt it again, her ovaries, that sensation from before, they were ready for his seed at any moment.

She was there, ready to be impregnated, she was fertile and at the perfect moment!  

She would give herself to him and Pyrrha, to the two of them.  The scarlet haired woman watched from a close distance smiling as her two lovers enjoyed themselves.

They were close, so close, Jaune’s back muscles tightened, sweat running down the curves, the sheets and blankets were messy, lathered in their love making.  

But this was the perfect life, “Cum in me, breed me, fuck me, use me, please please please please!”  May’s words came out slightly slurred, her body no longer really hers anymore.  Now that she had given into her pleasures.  

The woman herself was in an intense amount of pleasure, her senses were being heightened, the sense of feeling was going crazy.  She swore she could feel every droplet of sweat that splattered down against her body as Jaune pushed into her further and further.

There was no space between them, her chest squished downwards, the sensitive round globes of fat were flattened as he showed a surprising amount of strength.  She was giving in to the pleasures of the flesh, of being a cushion for which her man ruthlessly slammed into, and now she couldn’t have it any other way.  

He pounded away at her over and over, the bed creaked beneath them, threatening to snap at the legs at any given moment.  

May had never felt so needed or wanted, “In me, pwease, pleaeassh!”  She was losing her mind, anymore and she was liable to lose a few brain cells.  Jaune was making her dumber by the second, the pleasure was too much for her to handle as sparks of heightened sensations overtook her.

She felt him stretching her, every movement he made was amplified by whatever it was going through her body.  Her magenta aura found itself being overtaken by a wash of gold which now covered her entire body.

She felt it, another orgasm was in the works.  

“That’s it~  Cum for us.”  Pyrrha’s voice called out to her, “Give in~  You’re ours, only ours now.”  

“Uhhuh!”  She couldn’t say the words, but she agreed with Pyrrha, agreed to be with them.  Though she was quickly silenced as a pitched scream nearly escaped her throat. 

Jaunce once more forced his mouth upon her, his tongue violently mouth fucking her as it violated her insides.  

She wiggled in place, her hips shaking, her voluptuous form pudding beneath her man. She wasn’t struggling, she was just full of so many feelings and sensations she NEEDED to move, couldn’t stop it.  He was going to cum any second now, by the way his balls grew heavier and heavier with every deliciously stinging slap against her rear, the sweat pouring down his body, the thick throbbing of his cock.  She could tell he was so close, that he was going to give herself up to him, she was going to be filled, basted white on the inside.

She couldn’t wait for him to dye her in his colors, his scent would be upon her for days, maybe weeks, hopefully forever if they did this over and over!  Her mind snapped the moment she felt the first bit of cum slam into her cervix, her womb opening wide to drink from the protein blasted shake.

She could feel the thick, heavy flood that gushed inside of her.  It was fat and viscous, hot and virile!  It pushed against her walls, glazing her insides with all of him!  And her body responded, clamping down as he pinned her, her legs spasming wildly, doing their best to lock him into place as he kept her hands pinned down.

Her womb was quickly filled, growing slightly larger like a balloon as her tubes did what they could to transfer the semen to their rightful place, in her ovaries. 

It was instant, she knew that he’d impregnated her.  Her eggs were fertilized, with the purest of genetics!  It was amazing, now she knew what Pyrrha meant!  He had… he had completely taken her body from her, and she had no way of ever going against it.  She was addicted to this feeling, and she wanted more, she knew… just knew that Pyrrha was the same!  They would have to share, and she couldn’t wait, because she also wanted Pyrrha.

“Good girl~  Just like that, the two of us will have the cutest twins.”  She felt Pyrrha gently brush her hair again.

And Pyrrha was right, they would have twins, wouldn’t they?