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Jaune wasn’t sure if he was dreaming, about to be pranked, or just enjoying the mother of all lucky streaks, but he absolutely was not questioning it. Right now, he had a lot more important things to focus on, and he wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip from his grasp just because he refused to accept his own good fortune. He was on a, incredulous as it was to even think it, date with Weiss Schnee . But more than that, it was going wonderfully .
She had approved in his choice of restaurant. She clearly had an incredible time at the movie he picked. They were having such a lovely, sweet conversation between them… everything was going… it was going perfectly.
Weiss took a bite of her salmon. “Mmmm,” she sighed, closing her eyes to savor the taste, then opening them to gaze at him with a look that Jaune had never even dreamed he might see directed his way, “Jaune, this date has been such a- a wonderful evening.”
But… no, he was certain he was imagining things. But he’d been imagining things all night and- no, he reminded himself. He was just nervous, just looking for the seam that would reveal that this all wasn’t real.
And besides, if Weiss’s cheeks had a sudden, pinkish hue or she occasionally had a slight hitch in her breath, it was clearly nothing extraordinary. He was just so micro-focused on her, so nervous of how their date might go wrong, that he was noticing things his mind automatically discarded every other day of the year.
But this time, it felt like something might actually be off. A faint tremble in her hand, the slightest movement to adjust herself in her seat, a few signs that seemed like maybe it wasn’t just Jaune reading into things. “Is… is everything alright?” he asked, hoping he sounded gentlemanly and not like he was prying.
“Yes! I’m quite fine!” she said, hastily, but in a soft way, to allay his concerns. “I just need to take a moment to freshen up,” she added with a smile. Then, quickly dabbing her lips with her napkin, she rose from her seat and walked to the restrooms.
Watching her walk across the restaurant, he couldn’t help but be enchanted. Even something as simple as walking was an opportunity for Weiss to demonstrate her incredible grace as she seemed to glide across the room. But he couldn’t help but notice that there was a slight sway to her hips, a gentle roll that wasn’t there when she walked around Beacon. She couldn’t walk like that at Beacon, the way it drew Jaune’s eye inescapably to her ass.
Jaune tore his eyes away and sank back into his chair at the thought. She’s being polite! He scolded himself, And you’re taking the opportunity to- to check out- she would be furious if she knew! He took a sip of ice water, hoping the cold would help calm him down a little. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that, even if he had gotten the date, even if it had gone incredibly well, he was still with Weiss Schnee , and so he had to be on his best behavior if he ever wanted another date, much less- much less- his mind couldn’t escape the image of Weiss walking away, almost like she was trying to give him a show.
Brothers. He reminded himself that it wasn’t just his happiness on the line. His friends had done so much to help him prepare for this date, and he couldn’t imagine telling them he’d ruined it by staring at her butt! Ugh, why did he have to be such a Neanderthal all the time! He could just imagine Pyrrha’s disappointment with him, especially after she’d taken such an interest in this date.
He had to smile at that. Pyrrha was great. Easily the best partner anyone could ask for in Beacon. Not content to just save his bacon as a Huntsman, but she had asked him for pretty much every detail about the date, from the restaurant to the show to what he would be wearing, even what they should talk about! And she had so much helpful advice on how to make the night truly special. He had no idea why Nora had gotten so weird about it—they were partners, it was not like they were dating —and he wasn’t sure what she was trying to convey with that look she’d given the both of them, but if he spent his time trying to figure out while Nora was being weird, he wouldn’t have time for literally anything else.
But he realized Weiss was coming back and… well, she seemed to have lost a step? Her cheeks looked a little flushed, but… the way her eyes locked on to his in a loving gaze, he realized none of that mattered compared to giving this beautiful, wonderful, elegant, so-out-of-his-league girl the best night he possibly could.
Weiss could scarcely stay standing up as she staggered through the halls of Beacon. She’d kept it under wraps for the night as best she could, but as she nearly reached her destination, it just became oh so hard to keep it together.
Tonight had been… oh , did she even have words for it? She and Jaune had gone on a date together, and it was the most wonderful, the most twisted experience she’d ever had! But she knew she’d have plenty of time to remember tonight as she opened the door leading into an unused room, where she found Pyrrha seated comfortably, waiting for her.
Immediately, she lowered her eyes and raised her skirt, to let her Mistress see the buzzing vibrator buried in her pussy.
That perfect, flawless smile nearly made Weiss cum on the spot. She had earned her Goddess’s favor! She was overwhelmed with ecstatic delight, knowing that she had- and then she remembered. She had been a dirty girl. A naughty girl.
“I- I was bad, Mistress,” she stammered. “I couldn’t hold back and,” tears sprung to her eyes, tears at both the shame of what she had done and knowing that she was such a stupid and worthless girl that she couldn’t even follow her simple instructions, “I- I came.”
“And did you come in front of Jaune?” Her Mistress’s voice had no censure, but she knew she was displeased by her disobedience.
Now her tears were really flowing. “No, Mistress. I… I excused myself,” she felt her face grow terribly hot, “I went to the restroom and came there.”
The imperious glare she received shattered any illusions Weiss had about being anything other than her Mistress’s horny little fuck toy. Pyrrha pointed to her boots. “Lick,” she commanded, and Weiss practically threw herself at her Mistress’s feet, thanking her for her mercy to even consider letting a girl as wretched as her kiss her feet. “Tell me about the night.”
“It was wonderful! ” she cried, kissing the leather and tasting the dirt that was so much worthier than a worthless worm like she was, “Oh, Mistress, I was such a stupid, silly girl not to realize how right you were about him! Dinner was lovely, he was so sweet, and I- Mistress, I- at his door, outside your room , I kissed him!” It was the truth. Jaune had been a lovely dinner companion and she had enjoyed herself, especially because she knew that he was so far beneath her station, her social class, that she was utterly debasing herself by simply accompanying him—but to be enjoying his company? Completely unacceptable!
But her Goddess’s voice now took on a faraway tone, like she was talking to herself while watching the scene in her mind. “Yes, it was… wonderful, ” she sighed. “You look so beautiful in that dress… Jaune must not have taken his eyes off you once. And you-” her breathing quickened, “fluttered your eyelashes for him, and- and that kiss, it must have- must have been…”
“It was amazing,” she replied, wistfully, “he’ll never kiss a warmer, softer pair of lips in his life.”
“He must have loved it. It must have been everything he ever dreamed of, and, and so much better,” she gasped, “than I could have kissed him.”
“Yes, Mistress!” she cried, running her tongue up Pyrrha’s boot, “I’m so much more desirable than you!”
Pyrrha clearly bit her lip in shame and humiliation at Weiss’s words, to know that even a girl as stupid and useless as her realized that she was the one who truly deserved Jaune. It delighted Weiss to know that she could be of such service to her Mistress.
“But you’re not just k-k-kissing him, not after the first date.” She loved the way her Mistress’s fetish turned even her perfect Goddess into a stammering wreck, practically shaking with shame and pleasure.
“Oh yes , my Goddess! There will be so many more dates where he’ll fall more and more in love with me!”
“You’re going- ” her voice caught as she seemed to choke on the hurt and betrayal, “you’re going to fuck him, and- and- and I’m… I’m going to walk in on you! ” Her whole body seemed to quiver with the fantasy as she clearly imagined how hot it would be to have her love so cruelly stolen from her. Her hands reached into Weiss’s hair, raising her head up to her parted legs, revealing that her Mistress wore no panties. Weiss felt her heart quicken as her eyes beheld her greatest treasure as her Mistress’s voice became even more strained and far-away as she furthered the plan. “And… and he won’t stop . Even though I’m right there. You’re too good! You’re- oh gods- you’re so much better than me! ”
She nuzzled her cheek against her Goddess’s font, basking in its perfect warmth and whispered, “No, Mistress, he won’t even notice you.” She shivered as each barbed word cut deep into her worship’s heart. “He’ll be fucking my virgin pussy and won’t- won’t be able-” she could barely hold herself together, her imagination running wild with the thought of being Jaune’s whore, willingly subjecting herself to his every base depravity, “I’ll be so hot and tight he won’t want to waste time even looking at a plain girl like you!”
“He’s going to- oh gods!- he’s going to dominate you! You’ll worship him, and he’ll- he’ll steal you from me!”
“He will! We will! Oh, Goddess, we’ll run away together and you’ll never see us again! We won’t even think about you!”
“Cum for me, slave,” Pyrrha husked, her voice hoarse with need, “Cum for me like you’ll cum for Jaune!”
And she came! Loudly and wantonly, both at the command of her perfect Goddess and the thought of how Jaune would turn her into the debased pet she was always meant to be. And as she came, her Goddess blessed her with her own orgasm, the wonderful taste of her divinity all over her face, Weiss’s tongue lapping it all up in pure bliss.
As her orgasm subsided, she curled herself around Pyrrha’s leg, feeling a soft giggle come to her. She looked up affectionately, and met Pyrrha’s smiling face, which still had that power to utterly charm her. She broke out in a fit of giggles as Pyrrha reached down to tickle her face.
“What’s so funny?” she asked, though Weiss’s infectious laugh had reached her, too.
“I just… this. ” she gestured around her. “What’s Jaune going to think when he learns about us?”
“Well… if all goes according to plan, the way Jaune finds out,” Pyrrha gave her a winning smile that nearly sent Weiss into a swoon. “I suspect he won’t be doing much ‘thinking.’”
Weiss giggled at that, leaving a trail of kisses down her Mistress’s leg. She supposed he wouldn’t have to fully understand their mutual humiliation fantasies, not when two hot and willing girls were so eager for a threesome. Pyrrha and Jaune would dominate her together, reveling in how wretched and desperate she was for their affection, and then they’d make Pyrrha watch as she would use all of her charms to drive Jaune completely mad, until he confessed that he enjoyed fucking her so much more than he did Pyrrha. He’d satisfy both their fetishes, and, in return, they’d be the hottest and most adoring girlfriends a man could ask for.
It wouldn’t be long now. She just had to wait.