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This was it...
Jaune looked down at the packed suitcase and closed it shut, his hands shaking nervously. He'd prepared for this, spent months saving up his allowance from what little work he was allowed to do, and timing everything down to the exact day. If he didn't leave now, he'd lose his chance his chance forever. Or at least long enough that it'd be too late and a second shot was damn near impossible.
He was running away from home.
It sounded so terrible and dramatic, and maybe it was. He didn't hate his family. Mom and his sisters did the best they could to take care of him, but...he couldn't live like this. He was in a cage. A gilded one, but a cage nonetheless. He couldn't go out without one of his sisters hovering over his shoulder (even his younger ones, which felt more than a little degrading), and everything was decided for him. The jobs he did, when and where he could leave the house, and even the woman he'd marry. His future wasn't his own.
He understood why they did it, but he still resented it somewhat.
Which was why he had to leave. He'd turned eighteen a few weeks ago, and that meant he was going to officially get married soon. To Cinder. He didn't hate Cinder - he liked to think the two of them were close - but he couldn't stomach the idea that he'd spend the rest of his life as nothing more than a house husband. Just staying at home while Cinder went out to be a Huntress.
So he made his plans. He'd gathered up as much money as he could and made sure to find a bullhead pilot willing to take him away from Domremy straight to Vale with no questions asked. Today was also when he was least guarded. His younger sisters were at school, most of his older sisters were doing their jobs, and Mom had gone out on a mission. That left just Saphron, and while she was normally alert, a late night of working left her utterly exhausted and having to take a nap.
It was now or never.
Jaune picked up his suitcase and let out a shaky breath. Saphron was still sleeping and it'd be hours before everyone got back. This was his best chance. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and tightened the cloak over himself. A lone man walking around on their own in Vale was bound to draw attention. While it wouldn't be as bad compared to Atlas and especially Mistral, it was still something he didn't want to risk.
He walked out of the house silently and paused once he was outside. This was it. Once he left, there was no going back. He took a deep breath and looked one last time at the house he'd grown up in. Hopefully, they didn't blame Saphron for his leaving. He did leave a note explaining why, but he knew it'd take them a while to understand; if they ever did.
"You can do this, Jaune," he whispered to himself. Shaking his head, he walked to the bullhead pilot and paid her the money she asked for. He didn't have to worry about her telling people - she was just one of many pilots that passed through the route and she'd done this before. Which was good, cause he didn't like the idea of being shipped off to some brothel in Anima. He'd heard horror stories of guys being snatched off the street and being used as breeding studs.
"You sure about this, kid?" The pilot asked as he approached. She was an older woman, probably in her late forties with deep wrinkles under her eyes and the hair at her temples going gray. She was nice enough in the few times they talked before now.
"I'm sure," he said, hating how unsure he sounded.
"Alright, it's your money. Hop on."
Jaune gulped and did just that, fingers tapping nervously on the suitcase's handle once he sat down. This was it. He looked outside the window and watched as Domremy slowly but surely faded from sight.
He was heading to Vale.
"You nervous?" the pilot asked.
"No."
"Heh. You're a shit liar, kid." She pulled out a cigarette and lit it with her free hand. Jaune didn't tell her how that wasn't proper, "Don't blame you for being shaky. A guy going out to Vale alone...well, it's not something that happens often."
"Vale is equal."
"Laws? Sure. You don't need an escort like Vacuo and no one can just buy you off the streets like Vacuo or Atlas, but just cause the law says so don't mean everyone's gonna play along. You gotta be careful." She exhaled a thick plume of smoke, "But I'm guessing you already know that. Why else would you be wearing that thick cloak?"
Jaune didn't reply and held the cloak tighter with his free hand. It was a gift he got from his mom a couple of years back and she insisted that he use it every time one of his older sisters wasn't around to protect him.
"Whatever you're planning on doing, good luck. Ain't gonna be easy all on your own."
"Thanks..."
The rest of the trip was quiet. Jaune looked down at his new scroll and the contact screen with only one name. He had to leave his old scroll back home cause they would've used it to track him.
Not too long after he was finally in Vale. Jaune looked out the window with a mix of excitement and trepidation. He'd only been here once when mom took him and the rest of the family to see the Vytal tournament, but that was six or eight years ago. She adamantly refused to take him to Atlas, Vacuo, and Mistral. It wasn't any place for a growing boy, she said.
Jaune stepped off the bullhead without a word and breathed in the city air. His memories of Vale were vague, but he followed the instructions he was given all the same.
Vale was definitely different from Domremy. While his (former...) home was pretty large by non-kingdom standards, it didn't hold a candle to Vale itself. Despite how nervous he still felt, he couldn't deny the sense of wonder at being somewhere so new and strange. He spent most of his days inside his home, only occasionally allowed to help with the family wine business. He was treated like some...fragile doll that the family had to keep locked away.
He made sure to keep his head down as he walked. As expected, the majority of the street was filled with girls and women of varying ages. That wasn't to say there weren't men around, but he could count the number he passed on two hands. A couple even walked around without escorts, though he caught one of them being stopped by a woman who was very obviously flirting with him.
Jaune kept his disguise even as he got closer and closer to the designated meeting point. The Roman Candle, one of the premier clubs in Vale, at least according to the instructions he was given. It lived up just from the exterior. He'd never seen anything close to being as fancy back in Domremy. The neon lights and the bright flame imagery drew the eyes and the crowd lined up outside - the majority women, of course - was massive.
The two bouncers up front were intimidating. Two identical-looking women with one wearing a white dress and the other wearing red. The one in white had long hair that reached up to the short of her back while the one in red had her's shorter, stopping at the bottom of her neck. They were pretty, but he knew from the stories his mom told that didn't change how dangerous someone could be.
"Um...e-excuse me?" Jaune cringed at how weak he sounded. A few of the people behind him protested his presumed line-skipping.
"Yeah?" The one in red raised a brow.
"I was told to meet someone here." He pulled out an envelope from his cloak and showed them the seal at the back of it.
"Heh, you're Roma's client?" The one in red looked him up and down, "Well, whatever. Take off the cloak and we can let you in."
"But..."
"Take off the cloak or you can walk. We don't wanna have you smuggling a bomb in like the last bitch." Last one? What the heck did she mean by that?
Jaune gulped and, seeing no other option, did just that. Taking off the bulky white cloth felt like he was dropping a shield. The one in the white dress raised a brow when she saw him while the one in the red dress smirked, "Heh, that's interesting. You here to give Roma some 'private service'?"
"N-No! I'm here as a client, like you said." Jaune nodded firmly, desperately trying to ignore the looks aimed at the back of his head.
The one in the red dress spoke first, "Heh. Alright. Mel, you keep watch out here while I take our new VIP up to see the boss. The name's Mitia, by the way," she said the last part to him.
"Nice to meet you, Miltia?"
"I bet it is. Come on."
Jaune walked inside and was instantly barraged by loud music and blaring lights. He cringed at the sudden assault on the senses and looked around. Like Vale, it was so different from what he was used to. Scores of women dancing to a beat and drinking at bars while the rare men around had drunk and excited women trying to get them out of sight. Up above them, dancing on fake cages, were men dressed in skimpy clothing that left little to the imagination.
"First time at a place like this?" Miltia asked with a grin.
"Sorta..." He'd never been to a nightclub. at least not properly. There was one back in Domremy, but Mom forbade him from even stepping foot near it. Coral tried to sneak him in once during his seventeenth birthday, figuring that it would be fine for him to at least take a look. He'd only caught a glimpse of the inside before Pearl and Rebecca found them both and dragged them back home.
Whatever Mom did to her after she found out, Coral was suddenly meek for the next couple of months.
They didn't go into the crowded dance floor. Instead, they went up the stairs to the side and got up to the third floor. The music was less overwhelming here, and Jaune looked down at the blob of people before Miltia tugged his arm, "Come on, you can gawk later." Her grip was strong even though she probably didn't mean for it to be. Jaune didn't say anything and followed her.
Miltia stopped at an ornate steel door and pressed a card against the reader at the right side, "Alright, go on in. Roma's waiting for you." She winked and then, without warning, pressed something against his right hand. He looked down and found a slip of paper with a set of numbers and a lipstick mark on the side, "And if you wanna have some fun, you know where to find me." She winked and walked off.
"Uh...yeah." Jaune pocketed the number. When did she have time to write that down, he wondered.
Taking a deep breath, Jaune stepped inside and coughed at the strong stench of booze and cigarettes in the air. His family ran a winery so he was sort of used to it, but it was still a bit of a surprise.
"Heh. Finally here, huh?"
Roma Torchwick looked up from her place on the couch and smirked. She was the very picture of relaxation - arms spread, back leaning against the cushions and her head lazily raised. Her entire outfit - a white coat, dark pants, gloves, and a bowler hat - screamed professional despite her demeanor being anything but. Underneath her hat, her short orange hair went down her back and sides in waves, framing her pretty face and drawing more attention to the smoky eyeliner around her green eyes.
To Roma's right, sitting on the couch's arm, was another woman. She was short, that was clear even from her sitting position, with even longer pink and brown hair and eyes and an amused smile on her face. Contrary to Roma's professional-looking attire, the shorter woman's clothes were more lax and...tight, sticking tight to the contours of her crossed legs and exposing a fair amount of her chest as she leaned forward to look at him.
He'd only seen pictures of Roma before today, but he still found himself almost overwhelmed by the easy charisma she exuded. Not even the Huntresses back home could draw the eyes and be so intimidating at the same time. Her partner(?!) was just as eye-catching and Jaune forced himself to look away from her multi-colored eyes as they looked at him in amusement.
"Yeah, I'm here..." Jaune set his briefcase down and picked up the stack of bills. The price of what he was asking for was steep, but it'd be worth it all in the end.
Roma watched as he slid the envelope across the table to her. Her dark red lips parted in a soft laugh as she picked it up, "Hm..." She counted the stack of Lien without a word. Jaune debated saying something or just letting her continue when the other woman suddenly stood up and, without any warning, plopped down on his lap.
"W-Woah!"
Jaune almost stood up on reflex before the girl leaned back against his chest, looking up at him with the same amusement from before. Jaune looked to Roma for help (or at least answers), but the woman just let out a single laugh, "Hm, looks like Neo likes you. You should consider yourself lucky. She's not usually so nice to our clients." She went back to counting without paying them any mind.
Nice. That was one word for it. Jaune grit his teeth and held onto the arms of the chair. Yes, it was quite...nice. Neo, as Roma called her, giggled silently and adjusted her place on his lap. He wanted to believe it was innocent, but her knowing looks and the way she pressed down when she found just the right spot made it glaringly obvious that she knew exactly what she was doing.
Roma continued to pay them no mind. Jaune opened his mouth, unsure if he was planning to beg Roma for help or plead for Neo to stop. Instead, a particularly insistent wiggle left him having to bite his tongue to keep from moaning. Neo's heterochromatic eyes lit up in utter glee and she continued what she was doing, her smile turning to an almost vicious smirk that left his heart pounding.
His cock strained against the confines of his jeans and boxers, desperately trying to push through to the shapely ass wiggling on top of it. Neo noticed and giggled again, this time emitting soft sounds that only made his cock strain harder. Gods, she was pretty. Jaune breathed in shakily and inhaled the scent of her vanilla and strawberry perfume. This was the closest he'd ever been to a woman. The family trusted Cinder, but they were very clear about his boundaries. They hadn't even held hands before...
"Alright," Roma said suddenly, drawing him out of his haze. If she noticed his and Neo's compromising position, she didn't comment on it, "Every last lien here down to the penny. You held up your end of the bargain."
"Y-Yeah..." Jaune let out a strained breath. Neo had stopped wiggling now, but she still refused to get up. His member throbbed in bitter, angry want and he desperately wished he could have a cold shower right now.
"Then I'll hold up mine," Roma set the stack of lien down and pulled out a cigar from a decorated case on the table, "I've got some contacts that'll get you into Beacon as a Support Student. It'll be like you were always meant to be there."
"A...S-Support Student?" The smell of Neo's perfume was making him lightheaded.
"Yeah. What, were you expecting any different?" Roma scoffed, "You're a man, kid. You don't have Aura and you never will." Jaune winced, the blunt reminder cutting through the haze of arousal. He didn't have Aura, no man did, but he still... "So I'm curious..." Roma said, taking a slow breath of her cigar, "Why a Huntress school? If you wanted some excitement, there are some less suicidal ways to get your fun."
"Th-that's not it...!" Jaune winced at how throaty his voice sounded. Neo giggled again, "I...my family wanted me safe and sound at home, but...I always wanted to be more than that. I know only women have Aura, but that doesn't mean men can't be heroes too! I've heard stories of men in the past doing just that!" They weren't common, sure, but they still existed. Why couldn't he be one of them?
"Hm..." Roma hummed, letting out a thick plume of smoke from her crimson lips, "Well, it's no skin off my back. You paid your due so whatever you want, I guess it's none of my business."
"R-Right..." Jaune closed his eyes and breathed out shakily, "S-So, uh...I'll be going now."
"Sure, sure." Roma waved the hand carrying the cigar, "Neo, let the poor kid go, will you?"
Neo pouted but very reluctantly stood. Jaune sighed in both relief and frustration as the feeling of her warm, soft flesh finally left him, "Thanks..." Before he could stand, however, Neo suddenly turned around and cupped the sides of his face with both hands. He didn't get the chance to ask what she was doing when she suddenly leaned forward and licked the right side of his face.
Jaune almost squeaked in shock and Roma just raised a brow as Neo slowly dragged her tongue up his jaw. The pink, slithering muscle slowly inched upwards till it settled on his right cheek. She let it linger there for only a couple of seconds before she pulled back, looking down at him like he was a five-star meal. Her tongue peeked through her mouth again and she sensually licked her lips, making sure to drag out the gesture.
"I...I should go...!" Jaune grabbed his suitcase and stumbled out, ignoring Roma's amused chuck about how 'Neo likes him' and the fact that his cock was still desperately trying to break through his jeans. He couldn't do anything but press the suitcase in front of his crotch and desperately hope that no one noticed. An attempt that failed judging by how Miltia and her sister giggled as he passed by them.
This was going to be a long four years.
A week later he was on an airship heading straight to Beacon. Jaune squirmed in his seat and did his best not to draw attention. Maybe it was naive of him, but he'd hoped that maybe there would've been other men who had the same idea as him. To go to Beacon in the hopes of doing something with themselves. He was wrong. All around him were women with not a single man in sight.
He'd chosen to wear his cloak again, even though he knew it was pointless. His school records said he was a man and eventually he'd have to take it off. Still, he clung to the cloak like a security blanket. He'd take it off when he got closer to Beacon...
"Come on, Rubes!" A blonde woman sat down to his right. She was...big. Not in an unflattering way, of course. Her outfit left little to the imagination, exposing lightly tanned muscular arms and legs that were obviously the result of a hard training regiment. It reminded him of the Huntresses he'd seen back home. Besides that, her thick blonde hair was pulled up in a high ponytail and her lavender eyes shined with mirth.
Jaune did his best not to look at her chest despite how exposed her cleavage was. Hazel Arc raised a proper young man, thank you very much.
...
Alright, maybe just a peek.
"I get it, Yang! No need to shout!" Another woman shouted back. She was almost the exact opposite of her friend(?). Her hair was short and dark, only coming up to her neck, with bright silver eyes that looked at the blonde woman in annoyance. Her outfit was much more conservative, a gothic dress (complete with corset) that covered up her entire body except her head and dainty hands. She looked fragile at a glance, but just like before, he knew appearances could be deceiving.
"Shouldn't you be more excited?" 'Yang' asked back, "We're going to Beacon! The next four years are gonna be sweet!"
"Not for me!" 'Rubes'(?) huffed and crossed her arms as she sat to Yang's right, "I'm eighteen now, Yang. I should be finding a husband. You know-"
"The Silver Eyes need to be preserved," Yang said mockingly, "Yeah, yeah, but come on! Have some fun! We have the rest of our lives left! No need to deal with that kind of thing till we're older."
"But-"
"Up, up, up!" Yang put a finger to her lips, "No more 'clan preservation' shit while we're here. We're gonna kick ass and take names."
"...Fine." The gothic girl pouted.
Jaune looked away and desperately hoped neither would pay attention to him. Thankfully, neither of them did and the trip to Beacon was made in relative peace. Growing up the way he did, he was used to being surrounded by women, but his mom and his sisters were family. Everyone here was a stranger, and while he knew Vale and Beacon had equality laws, not everyone followed them to the letter...
Jaune lagged behind and waited for everyone else to leave the airship first. According to the instructions he was given, they were all supposed to meet at the auditorium for a speech from Headmistress Goodwitch. Then Initiation would happen. Well, two Initiations. Huntresses and Support Students had different tests to determine whether they would stay in Beacon.
It was only when he was alone that he finally hopped off the ship. The walkway leading to the front of the school was almost empty with the crowds of students far ahead of him. Jaune debated just taking off his cloak now to get it over with when an explosion came from his right.
He jumped and turned to the source of the loud boom. A pale-haired woman in white was screaming at someone before she huffed and stomped off. It would've been better for him to just look away and pretend he didn't see anything, but he found himself walking to the sudden crater to see the figure lying down at the center. It was the same gothic woman from before. Despite how deep the hole was, she looked completely unharmed. Aura was amazing...
"Uh...need some help?" Jaune reached a gloved hand out to her.
"Yeah, thanks..." She frowned and accepted the offered hand. He winced; her grip was strong.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just...ugh, that girl makes me so mad!" She stomped her foot and crossed her arms, lips curled up in a cute pout, "I was just trying to help and then she blew up at me!"
"Literally, yeah." Jaune laughed at the poor joke.
The gothic woman's brows suddenly furrowed and she tilted her head, "Hey, uh...this might sound like a weird question, but...you're a woman, right?"
"I...um, well..."
Whatever it was she saw in his hesitation, it was enough for her to reach out a hand and pull the hood of his cloak down. Jaune was too stunned to do anything as his face was exposed to the open air, "Wait, you're a man!" Both hands tugged at his cloak and exposed the rest of his body. Even with the baggie hoodie and jeans he wore, there was no hiding his masculine figure.
"Y-Yeah, I'm a guy..." Jaune smiled. It probably came across as more of a grimace.
"A guy! In Beacon!" Her voice became higher pitched than it already was and she leaned forward, practically pressing her face against his. She was definitely cute, but they'd barely said a few words to each other! "Wh-What are you doing here?! Are you visiting family? Wait, it's the first day, that doesn't make sense. Well, I can help you with whatever you need! My name's Ruby, by the way. What's yours?'
"Jaune, but-"
"Okay, Jaune!" She gave him a downright manic smile, "Stick with me and I can protect you!"
"I...wait, I can go on my own. There are equality laws here."
"Sure, but not everyone follows them. Like that jerk with the white hair. She's Atlesian. You know how they see men." Jaune shuddered. He knew all too well. His older sisters had told him horror stories to warn him of how dangerous the other kingdoms were. Atlas treated men like status symbols and servants. The rare boys that were born in Mantle weren't any luckier. Many of them were scooped up by Atlas or bought by high-class families to be their servants.
"But don't worry, I'll protect you!" Ruby said. Her face was red now and she was practically huffing as she held his right hand in both of hers, "Then maybe we can keep in contact after you leave. I can-"
"I don't think he's very comfortable," a new voice drawled. Both his and Ruby's attention shifted to the new arrival. Dark hair that fell past her hips and soft amber eyes. Her black and white outfit was conservative but did little to mask her figure. What really drew his attention, however, were the cat ears on top of her head. A Faunus. He'd never seen one before, but he read all about them. Most of them stayed on the island of Menagerie, which he'd heard described as some kind of beach paradise.
"I'm just trying to help him." Ruby frowned.
"If he wanted help I'm sure he can ask." Her amber eyes locked onto his, "Do you need help?"
"Uh...no." He took the chance to slip his hand away from Ruby's, "I'm just making my way to the auditorium."
"You're a student?" The dark-haired woman raised a brow.
"You're a student?!" Ruby shouted excitedly.
"Yeah, a Support Student." Jaune nodded.
"An odd choice for a man. I know Vale's better than the other kingdoms, but even a Support Student is a dangerous line of work."
"I-I know what I'm doing!" Jaune shot back, though he didn't sound as confident as he would've liked.
"Didn't say otherwise. Just saying it's not something you see every day." She shrugged, "I'm heading to the auditorium. You two better get there too or you'll be late. Name's Blake, by the way. Blake Belladonna."
She walked away, leaving him with just Ruby. She looked like she was about to say something when his scroll rang, "Huh?" He tapped the screen and blinked. An unknown number telling him to go to the Headmistress' office. He wondered if it was a prank before thinking better of it. There was no way someone would get his number on the first day and message something so specific as a joke.
"Uh...looks like I'm not heading to the auditorium. I have to go to the headmistress' office."
"Oh..." Ruby scuffed her boots on the ground, "Well...hug before you go?" She spread her arms out.
"A...hug?"
"Yeah! A friendship hug! It's what everyone in Vale does!" Ruby chirped. Jaune's brows furrowed. Mom always warned him about being careful who he made friends with. 'Strangers could be predators lurking in the dark', she said. Ruby's behavior before Blake showed up made him wary, but he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. After all, she came here to be a Huntress, and as pushy as she was, she did say she wanted to protect him.
"Okay..." He spread his arms out in turn and nearly toppled over when Ruby tackled him in a strong embrace. 'She smelled like strawberries' was the first thought that came to mind. Jaune hugged her small back and let himself relax. He had to admit, it felt...nice. His sisters were never shy about affection and hugs were common in the Arc household. He wondered how they were doing. Hopefully, they understood why he-
"Hehehe..."
Jaune's posture stiffened and he jumped slightly when Ruby's hands trailed from his back to his butt. Her hands squeezed his ass through the jeans, palms cupping as much as they could despite the fabric in the way.
"W-Woah, Ruby?! What are you doing?!"
"Giving a friendship hug." She squeezed his ass again and cooed, "Ohh, firm. You must work out a lot!'
"Th-This isn't a hug!"
"Sure it is! You can do it to me too!"
"N-No thanks!" He managed to pull away from her embrace and got the heck out of there. Alright, that was...he wasn't gonna think about it. Ruby was definitely cute, but he had to watch out for her.
He ended up waiting at the Headmistress' office for almost an hour. He'd missed the speech by now and the thought of it made him nervous. This wasn't a prank, right? The secretary didn't look surprised when he showed up.
The door behind him opened and the clicking of heels reached his ears, "Apologies for the wait," a cold voice said. Jaune sat up straighter in his seat as Glynda Goodwitch, Headmistress of Beacon Academy, sat on her own chair. She was...intimidating. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a tight bun and the green eyes behind her spectacles looked at him sternly.
Contrary to her demeanor, however, her outfit was...unorthodox. The blouse, pencil skirt, stockings, and heels were professional looking - Rebecca wore those for her own work - but the style was anything but. The blouse had a hole in the chest that allowed a generous glimpse at her cleavage while the rest of her outfit was tight and seemed designed to emphasize her figure. Jaune couldn't help but glance at the creaky skin of the valley of her breasts.
"Mr. Arc? Are you listening?"
"Ah, yeah!" Jaune nodded just a bit too quickly, "Uh...but could you repeat that?
"I was talking about your enrollment here." The Headmistress sighed, "All the records are clean and I have no legal basis to reject your application, but the situation is hardly normal."
"Is it because I'm a man?"
"Yes." The reply was quick and blunt, "While Beacon has made efforts to be egalitarian and provide enrollment opportunities for men, no one has ever taken up the chance in all the centuries the school has existed. No one but you, of course." Her brows furrowed, "I just want to make sure you know what you're getting into. You are aware of what being a Support Student entails, correct?"
"Of course." Jaune nodded, "Support Students are assigned to one or two teams and expected to aid Huntresses both on and off the field. Navigation, survival, first aid, and other essential skills are what I'm going to learn."
"Correct, though in truth, it sounds more glamorous than it is." The Headmistress sighed again, "While aiding them in the field could be invaluable, you are also expected to be there outside of it. Huntresses, as a rule, are domineering and certain of what they want. While Beacon strives to uphold the equality laws of Vale, we also cater to numerous prospective Huntresses from all kingdoms. Not all of them see it that way."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean they may demand of you more than you are willing to give. That isn't even mentioning your responsibilities when not on the field. You will be expected to do their chores and cater to their whims to ensure they are at their most optimal. It would be a straining job even for a woman. For a male? I expect that your gender will have you treated far differently than the other Support Students. Are you sure you wish to stay?"
"I'm sure." Jaune nodded again, "I...I know it's going to be hard. I was hoping to be more than just a Support Student, but I know that's not possible since I don't have Aura. Still, I don't wanna give up. Beacon has the best facilities and I can still train here better than I can back home. I'll work hard to make sure I earn my place."
"A good answer, Mr. Arc." Her lips curled up in a slight smile, "It will be difficult, but if you keep up that attitude, I'm sure you'll do quite well here. One more thing." She pulled out a file and opened it, "Judging by your name, I assume you're the son of Hazel Arc. Is that correct?"
"Yes...?"
"Hm. Hazel is an old friend. A mentor. I'd heard that she was frantic after her son disappeared over a week ago." Jaune froze.
"Please don't tell her I'm here..." Jaune whispered. Begged.
"I can't even if I wanted to. Students in Beacon are all adults and the equality laws ensure that you have the same rights as anyone else here. I will, however, advise you to at least contact your family. They're worried about you."
"I will, just...not now. Not yet."
"Fair enough. I'll do my best to comfort Hazel and your sisters in the meantime." She put the file away, "The Initiation will start tomorrow, though it'd be for the best if you didn't sleep in the auditorium with the rest of the students. Here." She slid a card across the table, "This will be for your own room. Support Students get those after Initiation, but right now we have special circumstances. Get some rest and make sure you're ready for tomorrow."
"Got it! And thank you!"
Initiation passed by in a bit of a blur. Every other Support Student was a woman and he heard whispers throughout the entire time, but the professor - one Bernadetta Oobleck who insisted she was a doctor - forced them to pay attention. If they failed here then they were kicked out of Beacon for good. That was enough to get just about everyone to shape up.
It...wasn't as hard as he would've thought. While Mom was reluctant to take him to visit the other kingdoms (with good reason), she didn't have the same reservations about camping. At least then it was unlikely they'd find a woman that would snatch him up. She taught him all about reading maps, what herbs and fruits he could safely eat, and how to patch himself or his sisters up. Not all of them had Aura.
None of the people in the Support class did either. Support Students consisted of women (and, well, him) who couldn't pass the training of unlocking their Auras but still wanted to help the Huntresses any way they could. Or it was because they actually made a good amount of money considering they got a cut of what the Huntresses earned. A good team meant financial security.
Sure enough, he passed Initiation with flying colors. Jaune wasn't ashamed to admit he felt proud, even if he was here to train to be more than just a supporter. Once the congratulations were finished, he was sent to the auditorium along with the rest of the support students to await the teams. Support students were usually assigned to one team, though two were also possible depending on the number of passing students.
"Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, and Yang Xiao Long. You will henceforth be known as team RWBY (Ruby)." Jaune clapped politely along with the rest of the Support Students. Ruby was still weird, but he did feel happy for her.
"Cinder Arc, Pyrrha Nikos, Lian Ren, and Nora Valkyrie. You will henceforth be known as team APRN (Aspirin)."
Jaune's heart stopped. Cinder? No, it couldn't be. She was undertaking an apprenticeship with another Huntress! And yes there she was, standing on stage with the rest of her team. Jaune gripped the arms of his seat and froze when Cinder looked down at the audience and their eyes met. Her expression was unreadable. She didn't smile, frown, scowl, or anything. She just blinked and held his gaze for a few seconds before leaving the stage with the rest of her team.
"Now we will be assigning the Support Students to their teams," The headmistress announced.
Jauen felt like a man being walked to his execution as the teams were assigned and team APRN was not one of them. He thought about praying to the Sisters, but he knew that wouldn't do any good.
"Team RWBY and Team APRN, you will be assigned Jaune Arc."
Two teams. Jaune stood up and made his way to the stage with the rest of the assigned students. Those who didn't know there was a man on campus definitely did now. He did his best to ignore the stares and whispers as he stood with his head held high. Off to the side were the two teams he'd been assigned to. Ruby and Nora looked excited. Blake and Ren, by contrast, looked calm with the former giving him a calming smile. Weiss just scoffed and looked away. Yang looked surprised for a moment before she laughed while Pyrrha appeared intrigued.
But of course, his main attention was on Cinder. She still had that unreadable expression that masked how she felt. He had no doubt that Mom and his sisters told her all about him running away from home and how they had no idea where he was. Now she'd found him as a Support Student at Beacon.
Jaune followed the two teams to their dorms. RWBY and APRN were actually across the hall from one another while his own room was just a door down. It was standard practice for all Support Students. The nine of them gathered in team RWBY's dorm first with Jaune nodding along quietly. He'd expected awkwardness in introductions, but this was so much worse than he thought.
"Jaune, Jaune! You're here!" Ruby said as soon as the doors closed.
"What, he was actually real? I thought you were just boy crazy and making him up." Yang laughed.
"Um...yeah. I'm Jaune Arc, and I'll be your Support Student for the next for years."
"Ruby! But you already knew that!" Ruby beamed.
"Name's Yang. Don't call me Miss or anything, that makes me sound old." Yang grinned and put her arms behind her head, "So, you're supposed to do all our laundry and stuff, right? Make sure you don't fuck up."
"I hope the quality of the servants is decent here, at least." Weiss sniffed. He didn't get a chance to look at her closely before. She was pretty, doll-like, and elegant like a fairy tale princess his mom used to read about when he was younger. Her snow-white skin was flawless without any sign of blemishes or scarring and her equally pale hair was long and smooth, easily reaching her back despite the side ponytail it was in. The pristine white dress she wore only added to her princess-like aura.
Of course, the sneer on her face ruined it.
"You will address me as Mistress. I trust even you can do that?"
"I-"
"He doesn't have to call you that," Blake said, sounding slightly agitated, "I know how things work in Atlas, but Vale is equal. He's a support student, not your slave."
"I wasn't talking to you," Weiss shot back.
"My name is Lian Ren. Please just call me Ren." Ren cut in and and offered a hand, which he took. She seemed nice. Her hair was a shade of black that matched Blake's and her pale pink eyes reminded him of Neo. The outfit she wore, a light green tailcoat, white pants, and thin slippers, looked Mistralian. Maybe it was, but she definitely didn't act like any Mistralian he'd been told about.
"And I'm Nora!" Nora pointed to her generous chest and grinned. She was short, shorter than even Ruby, with choppy orange hair and a white and pink outfit that vaguely reminded him of a school uniform. Just like Yang, however, her arms and legs were well-muscled with a few scars lining the skin. She was cute, but there was something odd with the way she looked at him through those aqua eyes.
"N-Nice to meet you too."
Of course, when talking about muscles, Pyrrha had them all beat. She was tall, easily the tallest among everyone here, himself included, with blood-red hair tied in a ponytail and piercing green eyes. The outfit she wore looked almost like armor but it left large swathes of her chest and upper arms exposed to show off her hard musculature. and she offered him a hand to shake, he almost found himself too intimidated to accept it.
"Pyrrha Nikos."
"J-Jaune Arc..." He shook her hand.
"And you already know who I am, Jaune," Cinder said, voice teasing. Cinder didn't look much different from when he saw her last. Her hair was slightly longer now, but that was the only change. Her Amber eyes still looked like they were piercing right through him and she still wore the same dress he got for her on her last birthday. She always said it was her favorite.
"Oh yeah, you guys have the same last name. You two siblings?" Yang asked.
"Not quite. His family adopted me a few years back so I have their name, but we aren't related by blood." Which meant they could get married according to Valean law. Cinder hadn't protested when mom brought it up to them a couple of years back and Jaune had considered it the lesser of two evils back then. At least he knew Cinder. He couldn't say the same about anyone else mom might have set him up with.
"Fine, fine, introductions finished," Weiss said, "Just make sure to be ready for tomorrow. I have meticulous standards for all my servants and I expect you to meet them."
"Right, uh...Cinder? Could we talk alone?"
"Of course, Jaune," Cinder gave him a sickly sweet smile.
Ruby pouted at the two of them as they made their way over to his room, "So this is where you were," she said as the door closed.
"Don't tell them." Jaune's face knotted in fear.
"And why shouldn't I? Do you know how worried everyone is? They all come back to find you gone and nothing but a note about how you 'have to find your own way'. Poor Saphron is devastated. She blames herself for being so tired that she didn't realize you left until it was too late."
"I just...I need to do this," he said, voice becoming more desperate, "I want to be more than just a husband waiting at home while you fight for your life. I know I don't have Aura, but that doesn't mean I'm useless! I can still-"
"Still what? Drive your family crazy with worry?" Jaune shrunk back and Cinder sighed, "Look...I'm not unsympathetic. I understand what you want, but you have to understand that you're putting me in a difficult situation here too. How will they react when they find out I know where you are and I didn't tell them?"
"I'm planning to call them, but not yet. Just...give me some time. Please? I'll do you a solid." Jaune smiled nervously. It was a game the two of them played while they were growing up. Favors or bets would always end with the loser or the one asking having to do a solid for the other.
"This is way bigger than the last time you asked me for a favor, but...fine." Cinder sighed while Jaune internally cheered, "But only if you promise to call them soon. Take too long and I'll tell them myself."
"Yeah, of course." Jaune heaved a sigh of relief, "So...what do you want?"
"I think I'll keep that to myself for now." Cinder's smile suddenly made him nervous, "Get some sleep, Jaune. Tomorrow's the first day of class."
"Right..." He waited till Cinder left before he crawled onto the bed, too tired to even change into his pajamas. He was in Beacon now. Maybe not the way he wanted, but it was a start.
Ruby couldn't sleep.
How could she? There was a man just across the hall from her! She couldn't stop thinking about him. Jaune Arc. It was the first time she'd gotten so close to a man in years. Men were already rare enough with most births being girls, but Patch kept them under lock and key. The few times she saw them outside was when they had an escort. She never even got the chance to talk them up before she was told to go away by their guardians.
She hated it. Men were supposed to stay at home and support the women, that was what her mom always told her. She also told her about how important it was that they repopulated the clan of Silver-Eyed Warriors. It was their duty to ensure that there were more born so they could continue to fight and protect people against the Grimm. She'd tried her hardest to live up to that, but she'd never had any luck.
And now she had a man that was so close. Cinder was here, but she wasn't a guardian. Which meant Jaune was free. Free to be with her. Free to fuck her full with his giant cock and put a Silver Eyed baby in her womb.
Ruby let out a shaky breath and her right hand snaked inside the front of her pajama bottoms. She could see it now. Jaune, helpless and blushing under her. Ruby would slowly inch his pants down until his dick popped free of its confines, ready and eager for her.
Her fingers rubbed at her pussy lips and she bit back a moan. They'd start slow at first. She'd kiss her way up his cock till she made it to the bulbous head, angry and red and already dipping with pre. She'd give him the most teasing look and lick at the tip before slowly putting it in her mouth. Oh, she could already hear how he'd groan, so desperate for release that she wouldn't give him. Not yet.
And then they would...they would...
In her mind, she saw herself going down on his cock, impaling herself on the inches of his hard erection. She'd pump her hips up and down, driving him crazy with every thrust. He'd moan and scream her name, desperate to do anything to keep the moment last. And when it finally ended, he'd realize that he belonged to her. That he would be the happiest while she was with him.
And then he'd cum, filling her with his warm seed as he breathed new life into her.
Ruby pressed her face against the pillow to muffle her next moan as she came. It was so...improper to do this in a room with three other women, but she couldn't help herself. She pulled her hands out of her pants and let out a shaky breath at the sight of the cum coating her fingers.
Soon, she thought as she drifted off to sleep. Soon.