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Summer Rose, strongest woman of the bestest team ever, STRQ, stared at her new trainee, the blonde hair looking like it had been combed and brushed a few times by some blind barber, the smile on his face something that reminded her of her late teammate slash husband.
That they were on the isle of Patch, her own personal stomping grounds in a training area outside of Signal, was a thing that she didn’t forget, as the sunlight streamed down onto the guy, who looked nervous, a bit eager and definitely ill-dressed for Huntsman training.
“So… eh… Yeahhh, here I am, ma’am. Miss Rose? Right? It was on the form from the Headmaster, after I… eh…”
Got dismissed, honorably, after a few signatures had been re-verified and deemed unsuitable. Ozpin had informed her about that little extra training that the guy would need, and she knew that he was going to be a chore.
‘My kids go to Beacon and here I get a prospective classmate of theirs…’
She had to adjust her outfit a little bit first, though. White-silver cloak or not, the whole ‘mother-daughter uniform challenge’ that had given her a set of Mom-sized Ruby Rose-branded dress clothes including a set of high-thigh boots that felt pretty damn cozy on her as she knew that it drew the eyes.
Maybe it was the feeling of being somewhat awkward since both of her daughters (Raven’s kid was hers too, the bird just didn’t want to admit it) were off at Beacon, the blonde guy that was currently witlessly smiling at her, trying to string together some words, Summer offering a sweet smile, knowing that this had to be handled properly. Ozpin had said that she should train him up to a level where he’d be passable enough for a first-year at Beacon, even if he was a bit older than the other first-years… but strange circumstances happened all the time.
It was just enough for her to go and bring that force to mind, as she hefted her axe, a wonderful invention, capable of chopping through Grimm and blasting through their hide and armor, to show him.
“Don’t get cute with little old me, buddy. The name’s Summer Rose and I own your tight little butt for the next…”
She glanced at her Scroll again, before sighing. There had been no time given, even if Ozpin had said that there would be extra training, but it hadn’t really been the whole ‘do it within this time’ speech that’d been included there.
That always complicated things, which made things harder for her.
‘Taiyang, you’d always be the one to brighten the day a bit with a funny joke…’
She missed him. Her co-wife slash partner missed him too, or so she supposed. Grimm casualties were bigger with every year that passed, so she wasn’t going to drop that hot iron on her daughters yet, wanting to let them remain as innocent, aside from ‘Daddy dying really bravely, defending a village’.
It had been a village, but the Grimm that had smashed into it had not left much alive. Alive, being a relative term. Death, had been what they’d brought, and Raven had been beside herself when that connection of hers had snapped out of existence, Taiyang being dead-dead…
And that made her feel like it was just another worry for her, as she looked at the blonde.
“Ah, yes ma’am, Miss Rose- I’m at your disposal- disposure- dis- Hi?”
She rolled her eyes, very briefly. Not more than a flick of her eyes closing and then letting it all go, as she shrugged her shoulders. It made her cape shift like some sort of heroic thing… which was cool. Capes were really fucking cool, to her mind.
“Hello, Mr Arc. A pleasure to have you here with me, let’s not stare at me too much, I am still a woman, after all.”
She was well aware of some of the teenagers just giving her lustful gazes, her breasts only a minor D cup, whilst Raven’s DD cup had been bigger since she’d given birth. It was kind of unfair, but she understood it, letting the Branwen Boobs get what they needed in nutrients, whilst Raven was still a birdbrain with bad life decisions.
“Ah, thanks, ma’am. I just want to be a Huntsman. Like my father, and-”
She cut him off, and then lightly tapped his chest.
He fell flat on his back, a loud ‘oof’ coming from his lips, Summer’s expression showing her confusion.
‘His Aura didn’t react?’
She’d been slow for that, and there he laid, flat on his butt, her gaze turning to how he laid there.
Not even a simple landing strategy, just a guy, flat on his butt in the grass, gasping a little at her.
“Woah… That was- Is that how all hot Huntresses act?”
She smirked, and then crouched over him. Flattery, to some people, was better than sex, and she might be guilty of a bit of that same mental attitude.
“No, just me. Why didn’t you flare your Aura to block the tap? You need to do that if you’re going to survive a Grimm, buddy.”
Thankfully, she wasn’t going to let a guy go into the Grimm-infested woods without any good training under his belt, as he stared at her.
“Gesundheit, eh… whatever that was. Grimm slaying, that’s my job, huntsman, yay.”
‘He… doesn’t know what Aura is.’
Maybe it had been taught weirdly in whatever he’d studied at before. It was always going to awkward to deal with Raven’s habit of going without underwear when she was in the sauna, saying that it was ‘just the Animese thing to do’, whilst Summer, most certainly, preferred wearing some clothes.
A towel at least.
“So, what do you call it? Spirit? Anima? Something like fizzy fizzy bang bang?”
Summer had to admit…
This guy was a noob.
He was an honest-to-gods noob.
A fresh-faced teenager who didn’t even have his Aura.
“Man, you fucking suck. Like, Ozpin’s owes me a drink, whipping you into shape. Come on, get your butt up again, here, a hand.”
She jerked him up and almost ended up on the ground when he’d landed, with a bit of extra Huntress power, right on her cleavage when she jerked him up, his face comfortably nestled between her breasts as she steadied herself, pushing him back and giving him her best ‘I’m not quite happy with you, young man’ face.
Other students would probably have killed to be in the same position, but Summer was now supposed to educate this noob into the holy art of Huntsmanship… if that was a thing. Ruby would’ve been better, but Ruby wasn’t here.
“Sorry! I didn’t-”
She knew that he didn’t, rolling her eyes at him openly now.
“I know. Now, let me get this little thing kickstarted… and see how you’d do…”
She breathed in, before she decided to go and make the chant to infuse some of her Aura into him, since that was usually what a teacher would do for an apprentice.
“As we fight, we grow. As we see the sky, we dream. The rose wilts when it is not nourished, as I grant the mercy of Aura upon thee. You will strive to surpass what has come before, as I have, passing through this door, and with my strength, I endow thee.”
A little push, it was supposed to be.
Summer passed out when every bit of her Aura was sucked in, and she fell backwards, after having had that event crash through her system.
Jaune saw his teacher, a bodacious babe, if he had to term her that, touch him after that, a zap of bright light going through his vision before she seemed to grow faint, the warm heat within his lower body making him wonder what it had done, the woman passed out, those big breasts of hers almost popping out of her corset, laying there like a look on her face that seemed to be almost silly, if not for the death grip that the woman had on that axe-weapon of hers.
‘Yeah, that’s a scary-looking axe… even if she’s hot.’
She was a real hot woman, he had to admit. Red hair, groomed with a practised hand, mussed up from falling right back, the hood of her cloak keeping it from touching the ground, with the heavy swell of her breasts visible.
He wasn’t blind to a good-looking woman, especially not when she was passed out, but he remained where he was, knowing that if she were to wake up and find him leering over her, it would violate the ‘Arc Sister Rules’, the one about being creepy. They’d taught him well on that front, at least, knowing that you shouldn’t spook a woman with weaponry available to her, lest you wanted to be violently castrated.
Saphron, who was the only one that hadn’t been a Huntress or something bad-ass, had explained that, and his sisters had decided to show it with ‘Mister Mark’, the training dummy that had a picture of his oldest sister’s ex-fiancé on the head, including a thirty second barrage of ammunition shells blasting it to smithereens.
“Ah, Miss Rose?”
Her eyes opened, and she groaned.
“What the fuck was that? Damn it, Raven, I told you not to fucking give me that Animese hooch that you brew in your bandit tent- Oh, who the hell are- Oh yeah, student. Little bitch, what the hell?”
He didn’t know whether to respond as he wanted to, or whether she was just annoyed with him deciding that he’d be the target for venting her frustrations, as she got herself up, looking at him, one of those breasts of hers popping out of her corset, a pissed-off look flickering onto her features, as she stuffed that tit back in, giving him a look.
“One word and I will return you to your family as Nancy the Ball-less, little bitch. You’ve got your Aura unlocked, so now, it’s time for you to show me what you’ve got, with your weapons. I’d better feel that it is worth training your little runt butt, because Summer Rose does not show a lick of mercy to some pumped-up little brat that thinks he got a good look at her chest… So, get those weapons out, sword, whatever- I’ll show you how to properly dodge.”
He readied his weapon immediately, Summer’s expression showing clearly that she wasn’t going to be the most complimentary, it was a feeling you got, a sixth sense of sorts, when dealing with sisters who thought that ‘hurling insults’ was a good communication manner. He was glad that he knew that they were good people, or else they might’ve been deemed as tomboys or something.
“It’s eh… an heirloom?”
She laughed in a mocking way.
“Yeah, I can see that. The blade looks like it hasn’t been whetted since the Great War, the sheath and shield gears need replacement, if it’s that rusty when it moves and I sure as hell don’t figure that you’ve got a ranged option, because I don’t see it, unless you’ve got a mortar cannon hiding in your pocket, little bitch. Come on…”
The axe whirled in her hands, easily wielded as if it were some light baton of some metal sort that was as light as air, as his teacher gripped it, giving him that cruel smirk that he’d come to loathe.
“Let’s see how well you keep on your feet, little bitch. Summer Rose accepted the job of making you into her little bitch, so she’s going to keep that fucking job, and I don’t want any comments about my swearing, because you’re a little damn sissy bitch…”
He wanted to say something, raising his shield just in time to feel the weight of that axe slamming into it with the force of a stampeding wildebeest Grimm or something, almost pushed off his balance, before she swung at him again, the axe-blade glancing off his shield again, moved in the proper place.
“Little bitch, I’m going to fucking go easy as hell on you, and you show me this? Come on and grow a set of balls and I might just pity-kick those balls into Menagerian Guacamole!”
Jaune wasn’t even sure whether they even had guacamole that was Menagerie-made, as Summer came in swinging again, dodging it just in time only to see the clumps of dirt and grass rise in the air, a furrow dug by the missed strike, swinging at him again, the woman in motion, moving with the grace of a dancer with an oversized woodchipper, Summer moving fast, and her breasts bounced again.
“Move it, bitch! You need to move, get out the way, get out the way… That’s it!”
He screamed like a girl once Summer shot at him like a cannonball with angry axe attachment, his hair almost messed up, blocking with his shield and trying to hew at her with the blade, only to get a thigh-high boot to the face.
‘Ow.’
He groaned as he picked himself up, looking at that sensual woman, her eyes glinting with that hint of something that was almost a decadent, sweet murmur to her, his body feeling that awkward burst of energy, before his face was met with the full force of a boot, right to the forehead.
‘Ow.’
That definitely was going to bruise.
“So, how’s the little tyke? He had his balls drop yet?”
Summer’s expression was definitely more dark and terrifying than before, as she’d dropped the guy into his cot, face down, that butt of his hard to drag when he was unconscious. The speaker was Saeko Kuromori, one of the teachers who’d had six or seven warnings from the principal of the school about inappropriate fraternisation, her weapon, a large rapier with a rubber tonfa mode that activated after the blade was shot, at her side.
It was an indecent bitch, Summer thought, soon to be fired for weird little ‘let’s have a fun time sunbathing without clothes on, join me, Summer!’ and then being caught with a student’s dick down her tonsil-hole…
“It’s more that his balls just don’t drop and he’s holding out hope he’ll get some manliness going, you tramp. He’s… Oh Gods, I’m going to have to drill him on the basics…”
Mayumi, Saeko’s partner-in-crime-and-time-spent-in-the-office-with-Principal-Chrome, entered the teacher’s lounge, throwing herself on the couch. That she was reasonably fresh from Beacon didn’t impact her that much, at the ripe age of ‘mid-twenties, I don’t owe you my birthdate, damn it’, usually giving Summer a little bit of a look back at what it was like to be young and wild again.
“Why can’t the Gods give me a guy with a donkey dick, maaaaaann! I want to get some nookie! I’m tempted to just go into the boys’ dorm and go ‘who wanna fuck?!’ and get railed by over-hormonal teenage studs!”
Principal Chrome, who was currently listening from the half-parted door to her office, as Mayumi started to talk about her frustrations, Saeko not noticing the principal, a woman in her late thirties, retired after losing her right eye, creeping out of the office.
“Ah-huh… Hear hear… I bet that those boys would just love to get some of those hormones vented right into some tight pussy- Come on, we’re twenty-six and twenty-five, Mayu, we’re going to be able to milk those balls dry for a month if we just put it as like, extra curriculums with Chrome Dome.”
Dominique Chrome, definitely not someone to be crossed, straightened out, the tall woman looking like she was definitely about to go bring down unholy hellfire upon the two teachers.
“Yeah, I love the thought of a big hung stud- You think the Faunus boys would want so Human pussy? I’ve never had a dog dick in me.”
Summer coughed, distracting Mayumi from making even more of a fool out of herself in front of their boss.
“I don’t think they’ve got a trait like that, you know…”
They wouldn’t get it… but she was trying to soften the blow a little, as Mayumi snorted.
“Like you wouldn’t want one of those cute puppies to slam their big knottenpecker right down your throat- I like em big , Summer, and you don’t know how many of those cute fucking butts I see whenever I’m doing their physical exercise, even with my weapon being out of order for the time being.”
The large bo staff which turned into a bazooka if twisted to the right and a whirling spiky pole if turned to the left, was called ‘Mangle-Maiden’ by the young woman, whose green top made sure that most people knew very well that she was rocking a pair of high C cups, the muscular athletic build that she had being the envy of many of the female students… and the desire of many of the male students.
Not that it would do much for Mayumi to avoid the wrath of Chrome, who decided to make her presence be known right at that moment in time.
“I’d very much like you two to report to my office, Miss Kuromori and Miss Hachiya, I would be most interested in hearing about your exploration of ‘knottenpeckers’ and ‘donkey dicks’ with students that you are supposed to be teaching, Miss Kuromori and Miss Hachiya…”
The two teachers groaned. The principal's voice rose to a screech.
“IN MY DAMN OFFICE, YOU HEATHENS!”
They didn’t really have much luck with guys, Summer knew, but they were a fun pair of co-teachers, even if they got drunk easily and Summer had her tolerance to liquor thanks to Qrow.
“Come on! You need to let us go and have some fun! This island’s boring! There’s no good dicks around, Chrome Dome!”
“Yeah! Get laid sometimes! Share the wealth!”
Dominique Chrome was someone who used her fists, encapsulated in the armored gauntlet-glove-spearthrowers when she was on duty, a real brute fighting style that Summer was really glad that Yang hadn’t decided to emulate. Shotgun gauntlets were the most she’d allowed.
“Shut up! I’m sick of you two dateless bitches being a threat to the student body! If we could hire some real huntresses that have tits and no desire to use em on the students, we would, but we’re stuck with you two assclowns! In my office!”
The door shut with an ominous boom.
Summer supposed she’d go to make sure that her new student hadn’t been drowned in his own vomit yet.
Jaune groaned, laying face-up on his bed, mouth half-open, aware of how his whole body felt. It was a feeling of being wrung out by some sort of super-press, then drenched in sweat and stickiness, rolled into the press again and then wrung out with the essence of dirty socks and faint perspiration.
‘Is this what every Huntsman goes through?’
He had to admit, his teacher was a hot woman, which didn’t really make things worse for the pain she caused with his aching muscles, but it made him crack a little smile at the thought of the woman’s body in motion. He might not have really given it much thought but the older woman was definitely the type that would make things go a little easier when he showed some improvement, like big sis had said about charming your way into girls’ panties…
Which she had proven with Terra, of course, but he wasn’t here to learn how to untie the stem of a tied cherry stem… if that meant something to people.
“Good afternoon, maggot bitch. I think you’re resting now, huh? Having little fucked-up dreams of ‘oh, I’m a huntsman, oh, the ladies will suck my little wee wee and I’ll be king dick of asshole mountain’ yet, or do I need to- Yeah, I think I need to educate you a little bit!”
Jaune got up immediately, Summer standing there, her cloak falling over most of her body, the dark red dress that she wore a different cut from what she’d worn before, the smell of roses clinging to her as she looked down at him with those silver eyes of hers glinting in the light.
“Ah- Ma’am-”
The axe stopped before it could hit his face, but he moved back instinctively.
“Show me that you’ve got some balls, you little bitch. Come on, get yourself up and ready, we’re going for a run. Three miles, to see whether you’ve got balls that produce cum or whether that’s a pussy between your legs! Come on, get moving!”
He was up and following after her, before she rudely shoved him onto the path that led into the woods.
“Come on! Run, bitch, run! You’re going to be running harder than you’ve ever run before, to make it worth my damn while! Run!”
A loud boom came, and Jaune realized that she’d fired that gun of hers, giving him a look.
“The next one’s aimed at your chest. Run, blonde bitch! The name’s Summer Rose and I am going to make a man out of you, or else I am not a mom that’s damn proud of her kids! Get moving and maybe, if you absorb a little bit of my lessons, my daughter might help you get some balls!”
Summer motioned, and he started running, hearing Summer groan.
“Damn, if she turns out halfway like me, she’d be going and ruining those balls when she blows them off with Fire Dust…”
He ran a little bit (okay, it was a lot) faster now, putting some distance between him and the huntress who was to teach him stuff.
“Damn it, you little blonde maggot! You aren’t Beacon quality yet! Run harder!”
He’d better go and run harder. He’d escaped his tomboy sisters only to be given even harder lessons by a redheaded she-demon huntress who didn’t know the word ‘stop’.
The little maggot-blooded runt that she was now forced to train actually managed to keep a pace that was satisfactory for her, running after him and firing her weapon a few times to spur him on. Other people might call it spartan, but she had taught Raven Branwen that it was okay to use a toilet rather than digging a ditch… and Qrow about a damn dress code.
‘They were uncivilised… They had to be taught.’
Her body moved with that sweet grace of her steps, as she continued on the trek, the sweat dripping from the young man’s face, hair slicked against his cheeks as he panted and groaned, slowing down.
Taiyang might’ve been cocky, telling her that he could run for another mile or two, whilst trying not to faint whilst standing upright, her thoughts drifting to her husband, distracting her from seeing Jaune stop, nearly bumping into him from behind. It might just have been the thoughts but she didn’t respond as she should be responding, turning her head rather than responding with a fist to the sternum like she might have done, Jaune nearly tumbling over with her, and they hit the ground, her breasts pressing against his face.
“Oof.”
His voice was deep, as they landed on the ground in a tangle, as she pulled herself up, his chin hooking in the cleavage, her breasts popping out with a singular bounce, letting her feel that hot warm breath tickling her breasts, and looking down at him, as she grabbed a hold of her breasts, hiding them from view.
‘As if I’d ever do something with a student… bah.’
That was more those two numbskulls entire quest for penis, some sort of secret plot that they’d concocted during the deep dark recesses of their singlehood.
“Awfully quiet there, maggot… Did you like seeing an older woman’s boobs, huh? I bet you’re going to whack off your little shrimp dick and then make some sort of waste of sperm happen, like some sort of ‘ooh yeah, I’m a huntsman, every girl loves my dick’- which they won’t, you maggot-blood bitch…”
She pushed her breasts back into her corset, getting up again, not distracted in the slightest, as he had gone beet red, and quiet.
She liked it when he was quiet, because it shut him up, it made everything feel better with that sweet little brush of her mind trying to extend towards the warmth of the burden that she felt, her eyes looking him over, seeing no fucking bulge there at his crotch, an indignant feeling going through her as she definitely still was sexy, slighted even if the guy didn’t know she was slighted.
“What’s the problem, little bitch? Cat caught your tongue, or are you just trying to go ‘ooh, Miss Rose, your boobs are great, please let me lick and suck them like the baby I am’?”
She definitely might be a troublemaker when it came to delivering her verdict on things, her voice scathing and sharp, but she was a former team leader, not some sort of lily-livered little whore that spread her legs when daddy Taiyang told her to…
Though that had been fun to do.
She dispelled the good thought, trying to make herself not think of the man who had been dead for years, Jaune groaning a little.
“You’re- No, Miss Rose.”
He was a good guy for that answer, as she grabbed her axe-gun again, looking up at him. Tall and handsome, she had to give that to him, even with her own height being only around 5’4 (in HEELS), her eyes looking over the sweat-slicked features, the facial appeal that made her feel a little tender-hearted at the sight of it, her tongue clicking frustratedly.
‘“Let’s get to the school again, little bitch. They’d think I’m doing stuff with a kid like you that’s better left for the degenerates…”
She wasn’t going to lay a hand on the guy, since she was moral.
Moral enough not to gawk at her tits or make a comment…
Or he was gay.
She was betting that he was gay, because no sane guy would deny Summer ‘the Best’ Rose ever from getting a response, her lips crudely twisting into a smirk as she looked at him taking the lead. The smell of sweat clung to his skin, a pungent and earthy manly smell that made her nostrils twitch, looking at his gait, making mental notes to teach him the proper stance to fight in, if he didn’t want to think about changing weapons… which really should be done.
“Come on, you little scrotum-toucher… You can jog. Harder! I’ll let you use the shower when you’re at the dorms.”
She wasn’t going to make this a problem of discipline, since she was now the ‘lucky’ one that had to deal with someone who was woefully under-trained and under-exercised…
‘Man, if those two junkies might have gotten their hands on him, he’d be balls-deep inside one of them…’
Not that he was hard to look at, of course. The cheekbones were a bit different but the eyes looked honest, he was taller than her and he smelled manly after all that exercise, though the lack of back-talk was something that was a demerit for her like radar, knowing that he might just as well call her names back if he had a spine, but that was workable.
She wasn’t some sort of fairytale mom that didn’t know how to cuss someone out, she was someone that was hip and cool and with the times, rather than some old saggy-baggy lady that only talked politely…
Raven was a bandit, she was a Huntress and she drank her liquor hard and strong, like a real woman did.
“You’re dismissed for now… Fuck, I need a shower too, I’ve got noob smell on me.”
She could go and find herself somewhat calmed by the whole deal with the blonde bitch getting himself into better shape, not too badly winded from the light jogging that he did, even after she might have poked him a bit too hard to spur him on, her weapon shifted to the safety mode, as she put it back into the belt loop that she usually carried it in.
‘Just a bit more time…’
She knew that there was trouble when she saw Principal Chrome crossing her arms when she entered the lounge, still sweaty and sticky from her little training exercise, giving her a sharp look.
“Miss Rose, I would like you to take another pupil under your wing. Due to the failing number of students at Beacon, one exemplary member of a to-be-established team cannot meet with a partner for proper study, so Headmaster Ozpin has asked whether we’d want to go and take her under our wing for some specialized teaching. With your results, I am sure that you can accommodate the girl.”
Summer supposed that this would be one of those students who really would benefit from the training that she gave, rolling her eyes and then sighing, hanging her cloak on the peg. She’d wash it later, with the special soap.
“Sure… If it’s Beacon’s headmaster, I don’t think we can deny it… Just… get her in front of me and I’ll see whether the little maggot has some steel in her spine.”
She could go for some nice Vacuan food, something to tingle her taste buds and not be Mistralian slop takeout with noodles, rice or those vegan sprouts that they called ‘healthy’.
“Good. You will receive her at the docks in three days. I hope you are prepared with your other student, Miss Rose. Regrettably, the ones that were supposed to take care of the student have proven themselves… unfit. Can you imagine Miss Hachiya trying to train a young woman?”
Summer gave a faint grimacing smile, knowing that Mayumi was perfectly alright with the whole ‘fighting’ and ‘training’ portion of the job description, but the whole ‘going for any guy with a pulse’ thing was something that would be a bad influence.
It was already pretty much a two-to-one ratio of women to men in the world, and that wasn’t changing anytime soon….
But she was at the very least prepared to go and take another student under her wing.
“I’ll make sure that you have your new student appraised of your talents, Miss Rose. Do not fail the school.”
She saluted, mockingly, the principal giving that weatherbeaten smile that was more like a grimace, the eyepatch making her no less dangerous, with the depth perception skewed due to that, still able to pin down a Grimm at three hundred yards with her weapon.
Impressive was one part of it.
“You got it, boss. I may be tough on the kids, but I’m fair. Arc has some promise, he didn’t pass out when I took him for a run. That’s good enough for an hour break between combat practice and endurance running, to me.”
The woman rolled her eyes.
“Try to foster some cooperation with your other student, Miss Rose. Beacon is still her official education, but over the weekend, you will be suffering through the training of two Beacon students, one who was reassigned here and one who needs the personal touch of a woman, rather than some old fogey like Peter Port… Skill aside, the man is a dreadful bore.”
Summer’s expression darkened a little, not having been the greatest fan of Peter Port, the man’s blow-hard manner of speaking rankling her more than the skills that he brought to the table, which were genuine, if he was not such a dreadfully boring man…
But it was hardly something to worry about.
“I’ll deal with her when she gets here, Principal Chrome. How’re the two deviants?”
The woman laughed, mockingly.
“Currently getting a refresher course on scrubbing the girls’ bathrooms and the teacher’s bathroom, Miss Rose. You should do well to keep any inappropriate happenings from my ear, I am merciless when it comes to such infractions… and our two problem teachers seem to be having a lack of guidance. Skills they may have in spades, but no hesitation when it comes towards indecency.”
Summer had to agree with the woman there, and then lightly touched the subject.
“But if we see a good and legal student who’s not really going to our school…”
The woman’s eye roll was awkward with the eyepatch, as she sighed.
“Then it’s legal, Miss Rose, but I would hope that you would be spared the indignity of being fired for fraternizing with students… Even if you are teaching a boy.”
Summer snorted.
“Listen, that little maggot’s got the stamina of a donkey and the skill of a lame mute one-legged pirate, the day I get interested in him is the day he’s able to pin me to the ground and grope my boobs. Or something of the sort, I’m not going to be touching anyone that’s the age of my kids, ma’am.”
The blonde guy wasn’t even hung like a horse, even with his whole look of being cool and suave-adjacent, like her husband might’ve been in his younger years.
She had only ran into him at Beacon, but Taiyang had that swagger, that confidence, the things that Jaune Arc lacked to a point where it was almost funny.
“See to it that you do. You’re the only one available and one of the best educators that we have… so I entrust you with guiding the young man to the proper standards. From scratch, you will make him into a man… without the additional parts, of course.”
She wasn’t interested in guys at that age, at least, as she rolled her eyes as well.
“I’d hope that I can contain my urges to go after sub-par students that are only skilled in tripping over their feet and not even having a ranged option… We’ll have to go and get him a ranged weapon as well, the sword and shield combination is good for defense, but the ranged options are limited… Heirloom, you know?”
Dominique laughed.
“Yes, yes. The students have their whole heirloom thing, ancient history and all that… You’d better be prepared to teach the boy to shoot, Miss Rose… But you’ll manage. I bet you wouldn’t be going ‘let me clean your rifle barrel and flush those pipes’.”
Summer barked a quick laugh, brushing a hand through her hair.
“Mayumi, I take it? She’s been sexually frustrated… for like, most of her employment.”
She had to go and get herself a hot shower and a cold beer or something, not really an alcoholic, but it just felt like a pleasant burn, making everything feel even better.
“Yes, yes… Be ready to receive your other student over the weekend. That is in two days, Miss Rose… And no weird funny business with your new student. I don’t want to have to censure you.”
Summer doubted that it would be much use to even think about that guy in a sexual way. He was nice as a guy, but he wasn’t her type… much.
Jaune Arc groaned as he laid face-up on his bed, his muscles aching, everything aching that could ache, his new teacher’s actions in making him feel even worse letting everything in his body just tell him that he was very much fucked when it came to the third day of his training.
The first day had been the run of hell, the second day had been the gym of despair, the woman grabbing his shoulders and attaching the weights to his arms.
“Keep those on, you little shit-maggot! You’re going to be exercising with my sweet butt here to instruct you, and I’ll untie those when I think you’re doing better than before! Now head to the treadmill and go and run! Run, you bitch!”
There had been a boom from her axe-gun and he had ran faster than he’d ever wanted to.
He’d done push-ups with her sitting on his back, growling in his ear that she was going to place the blade of her axe below his neck and that he’d have to hold it.
She’d grabbed a big pool noodle-thing and beat him with it, telling him to take it like a bitch, and she’d…
‘Oh holy hell, I bet her husband would die if she acted like this…’
Not that she didn’t look beautiful, wearing that tight tank top that covered her breasts and gave her some underboob, her eyes glowing with that faint little sparkle of something that brought nothing but pain and searing muscles to him.
He wasn’t even sure that he could make things work out if he tried, remembering those breasts of hers, trying to escape that top.
The other teacher that’d come in briefly, Miss… something something, she’d had short spiky hair, a green tank top and a set of shorts that clung to her hips, teasingly poking Miss Rose in the side and then giving him a look.
“Oh, you’re breaking in the new meat? Come on, tell me, how’s his pecs? Come on, big guy, show me what-”
Summer had smacked her butt.
“If I wanted you to judge him, I’d ask for it! Get with the program or get moving, it still is school time for a kid like him, and I don’t want- Did I tell you to stop lifting those weights, you cum-drenched maggot? Did your mother shit you out and you’re just a blonde turd?! Get back to work!”
His hands worked on the pants that he wore, slowly starting to massage himself, remembering that cute face of the other teacher, the look in those eyes strong, like those of his mother, who had always said something about ‘a strong woman for a strong boy like you’, and how he’d be popular with all the girls in his school… if they’d let him go to school.
It felt pretty damn good, but muscle pain slowly started to make his arms ache, not continuing, only allowing his thoughts to wonder as his underwear felt tight around his engorged cock, the heat burning in his balls again, as he groaned a little, before just letting things lie. He kicked his pants off, and he just felt himself passing out.
‘Damn…’
He’d seen the redheaded teacher’s breasts twice now, and he definitely thought they looked great, interesting, as any guy would. He wasn’t dumb, nor did he think that hot older women had to worry about much.
“Good morning, little bitch! Guess what time it is, huh?! It’s training time! Wake the hell up!”
He woke up to find Summer Rose kicking the door open and then entering without any sort of warning, startling awake, pain going through his body, but she didn’t stop him from getting up.
“Get your butt to the cafeteria and eat your breakfast, little bitch! We’re doing light training before we go and greet the other unfortunate schlub that’s getting some remedial training for shits and giggles! Get those pants on and get moving!”
He moved.
He had to.
Summer stared at the pile of meat that was once called Jaune Arc, the sweat clinging to his shirt, the body untrained, untamed and unmoulded, but her eyes only gave that mocking glare towards the remnants of what might be good genetics, knowing that she’d have to go and shape that into a man that could throw a punch, stab a Grimm in the face and then go and kick someone in the dick.
‘Stupid little bitch doesn’t even know the value of hard work… But I’ll leave him here.’
She glanced to the edge of the training field, where she could see her colleague appearing, the tight green tank top looking like it was covered in vomit, at least from Summer Rose’s expert eye, though she recognized the camo pattern immediately.
“Going somewhere, Miss Hachiya? I”m wringing this guy out while he’s complaining.”
She gave Jaune’s butt a firm kick, just to point that fact out, and she knew that he might learn how to survive if he was given some more time to live…
But she wasn’t here to cast judgment on a guy who wanted to improve. That wasn’t how she worked with her life, that wasn’t how she knew that a guy like him would improve.
“Well howdy… Want me to look at his form whilst you go and get your new little student from the dock?”
‘Oh yeah, there was that new girl that I have to whip into shape… or something.’
She hadn’t read the details yet, wanting to be surprised.
That was the official reason, not just because she had been drinking just a bit harder than usually. There were few other things than alcohol that could distract her, and she was most definitely thinking about how to make sure that she had some extra time to herself with a nice bottle, the mood growing darker due to Taiyang’s death day coming along again soonish, in two to three weeks.
“Get him into shape, if you please… And know that the Principal is watching you, okay? Yesterday was a warning.”
She could tell that her warning landed on deaf ears, the skill of the woman greater than her appearance told, and she squatted in front of the blonde guy.
“So, blondie… Have you ever eaten pussy? I’m-”
Summer’s weapon fired once, Sundered Rose shifting back to the axe form, as she gave Mayumi a look.
“Remember… I can hit a target at range, Miss Hachiya. I will be back and this guy better be sweating from exertion, rather than one loose pussy deciding to get itself in hot waters- Little bitch maggot, if you dare to think that you’re going to score it with a Huntress, you’re dreaming. This woman can crush steel with her pinkie, she can crush your dick into a little meatball if you’re not careful.”
It was not really that close to reality, but her fellow teacher gave her a scowl.
“Ruin my fun… I’m pretty sure that he’d love to have a hot twenty-four year old pussy to play around with… Come and give it some attention, some loving… Maybe even a little unf unf, if you’re not watching, Summer. You should live a bit, join us in the fun. The kids don’t want to have-”
Sundered Rose fired again, the other teacher’s head barely in time leaning out of the way, Summer giving a sharp little bark of laughter, as she was quite done with Mayumi’s games.
“The next one goes between the eyes, Hachiya. You’d better say your Mistralian prayers if you want to go and kiss a student on my watch… Arc, she’s all yours right now, I need to fetch your fellow student, and we’re going to have a fucking great time with just the three of us.”
Summer turned around, only to hear the response that came from the penis-craving gallery.
“Aww, you’re going to have a hot threesome already?! Man, you ruin my fun! You can invite us, you know? We’re just dying to have a little bit of fun, even Saeko’s thinking about the young hot bucks that’re waiting to get a load off inside.
‘I should’ve known that it would be an innuendo…’
She ignored it in favor of the student who was going to be under her tender mercies.
Summer just knew that this was going to be trouble.
Pyrrha looked at the white-cloaked woman who came sauntering up to her, the special training sessions that she had been politely inquiring about making her feel like an outsider of sorts, aware that her own place in a team was as fragile as things could be. Team PRN was not really a team, and…. Well, the whole partner-lacking thing had been… a bit too much.
It had been an uneven amount of students, even though she’d gotten two of the relics, the Headmaster having fussed about things for a bit, before settling on her taking the ‘lead’ of a team of sorts, with supplementary lessons being supplied for her to fully take advantage, despite her skill in the art of fighting.
“You’re the noob I’m sent to train?”
The woman was brusque, her eyes judging, Pyrrha puffing her chest up a little, not trying to look weak in the woman’s eyes.
“Yes, ma’am. I was sent here for-”
The woman held up a hand.
“Come with me, your fellow noob’s going through some strength training, you can watch or something, before we have a little fight to gauge your strength. You look like someone I should know, but I don’t really care. You’re here with your overnight bag, right?”
She had enough underwear and fresh clothes for a weekend, as was the suggestion, and the woman led her along, not speaking, Pyrrha feeling the awkwardness of the situation continuing onwards, feeling like it was a weird teacher that she was supposed to learn under.
“Ah… who… who are you? Professor Ozpin said-”
The woman turned to her.
“Ozpin says a lot of things, Red. I’ve got one little bitch to train and you’ll be bitch number two. Maybe you can be bitch one and two, or something. I don’t care. I just care that you live to slay Grimm, defend the weak, and don’t go and fool around with each other.”
She paused, for a lengthy moment, according to Pyrrha.
“Well, if you do fool around, at least try to be discreet. Sharing a tent is fine, but going ‘ahh, ahh, oh yeah, stick it in my butt’, that’s a bit too much. She always screamed so loudly when he stuffed her taco…”
The woman shook her head, sighing.
“The name’s Summer, Summer Rose. I don’t need to know who you are, Red, but I need to know whether you can fight… so… Once we’re out in the woods, we have a little match. You try to live, I try to off you… Within reason. We get to the school and then get a fresh shower after I get little bitch pumped up for yet another heavy exercise session. Deal?”
Pyrrha nodded quickly. Obedience was always favored when dealing with those more experienced than you. They had the skills, after all, to be Huntsmen, so that was their lot in life.
“Yes, ma’am.”
The woman seemed to find that funny.
“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you too badly… I need you to be able to walk, you walk with a bit of that Huntress’ grace… Well, until you get fucked by your teammate when he’s feeling randy and you’re drunk with her brother’s booze collection and there’s a fight about you getting fucked from one equally drunk girlfriend… Honestly, those were the days- ah, don’t think that this guy’s doing that, he’s still a noob.”
Summer Rose was a woman who could say what she wanted, without reservation. Pyrrha would have to take the advice offered, and they left the pocket of civilisation, into the woods on Patch…
And then she dodged the first strike, Axe bouncing off her shield as she reared back, the weight behind that blow greater than expected.
“Good! You’re learning! Never be unprepared!”
She had to fight.
Summer Rose had to give it to the girl, she had some serious skill. Thirty minutes later, and fifteen minutes after they’d had their little spar interrupted by a stray Beowolf, she could tell that the training that she’d have to give her would be minimal, given how skilled she was.
The girl looked like a horrible mess, but that wasn’t her fault. Dunking her in the mud, face-first a few times had been fun, a character and spirit-building exercise, to anyone that dared to ask.
“You- You really fought me.”
That was her job.
“Well, you really are trying to be a Huntress, right? Pulling punches won’t help… Red. Yeah, you’re not a little bitch, so Red’ll be your little nickname. The Red Huntress… Let’s get you introduced to the weakest guy I ever trained.”
She was surprised to see that Jaune was still at it. His persistence certainly was a thing, but… the topic…
“... and then a flick to the left, stimulating the clitoris, before you go and- Just put it there, and then go with the circle to-”
Summer’s expression definitely was not something kind, as Mayumi closed her legs, and definitely her gates to womanly bliss, Jaune still loaded up for push-ups, as three barbells had been placed on his back.
“Ahh- h-”
Sundered Rose fired once, and Mayumi only dodged it because of her fast reflexes.
“What the fuck, you crazy, sex-obsessed bitch! Noob! What the hell were you telling her?!”
How did that guy get so slick to let the randiest, horniest little bitch spread her legs like that?
“I was just instructing her in a kegel massage, ma’am! My sister’s a sexual health therapist, and it works good for women who are undateable, ma’am! Miss Mayumi is like a sister to me!”
Summer actually paused mid-reload, looking at Mayumi, who was turning redder and redder.
“My boobs do nothing for you?! What the hell! At least say that I’ve got a good rack! I was showing you my boobs and you just go ‘she’s like a sister to me’, how the hell am I going to convince you to fuck my butt now?!”
Pyrrha, or Red, whatever the term would be when Summer settled on it, just turned a crimson red blush, as the blonde little nooblet seemed to have his own thoughts about that.
“Like… not? I mean, I want a girlfriend, but she’d have to be like, twice as cute as you are, and maybe a little nicer than Miss Rose. She gets scary when she’s like ‘Maggot, I don’t hear you groaning my name hard enough’ when she’s sitting on my back for the push-ups.”
Summer made a mental note to actually stand on his back, since he had enough energy to complain about it.
Another note for the punishment routine.
She’d definitely have to punish him for that bit of flattery.
“Little bitch, get the hell up! This is Red! She’s a fresh-faced, sweet-as-sugar Huntress in training that decided to go and relieve your bitch-ass candy butt of the spot of being my favorite punching bag!”
She could hear him go ‘it’s true!’ with a shocked sounding voice, but she didn’t care… much.
“Ah… my name’s Pyrrha. Pyrrha Nikos.”
The blonde got up, sweat sticking that shirt against his flabby, not-used-to-the-straining stomach and chest, looking at her and extending a sweaty hand.
“Jaune Arc, short, sweet, the ladies love it, eh… Yeah, I was at the pre-Initiation thing, I think I saw you briefly, but I was sent here for training and such.”
Summer had to go and add her own two cents to that.
“And he sucks at it. Congratulations, you both get to train with me, and you can help him out when things don’t go according to plan with my schedule, Red! Now, demonstrate your push-ups, Red! Show little Noob Bitch here what a real woman does her pushups like.”
Her eyes looked him over, watching how he straightened out a little when he watched, Mayumi looking on as Pyrrha got herself into the position, doing ten perfect push-ups. She really had no difficulty doing so, Summer noted, and she guessed that it was because of that natural skill, Jaune watching with interest.
“Legs, they need to be spaced just a bit further apart, for maximum result. It’s good for a student, but you need to up your gain for that bit of extra power when you’re getting hot and heavy with a few Ursa!”
‘At least she’s good with the physical training…’
This could work, just for a moment.
“Don’t you have classes to teach? You need to go and educate them, not get my little scrubs thinking that you’re not a degenerate.”
The woman was good, but young. There was still that youthful impudence within her, as her blonde little nooblet tried to emulate it.
“Nahhh, they’re just a lot of girls, no hot guys with big dicks around. J-man here, he’s got some knowledge. I’ll try to do those exercises you suggested, thanks a bunch.”
The nooblet groaned, and Summer could only roll her eyes at the thought of him trying to teach her something.
“The name is Jaune, Miss Megumi.”
Summer decided to head this off before Megumi got ideas that this guy had a horse-sized cock or something from those massive balls he’d shown just giving sex advice to a known troublemaker, clapping her hands.
“And my name’s Mom, because I’m going to teach you how to become a good Huntsman! Now, straighten up and give me five push-ups! Red, you’re going to have to correct him, you’re plenty skilled… But don’t think I’ll go easy on you. Miss Hachiya may be weird in the brain, but she’s got good advice! You’re my little nooblets, so I will beat you into shape until you’re a mess of sweat and blood!”
That shaped them up.
Hopefully.
Pyrrha’s groan was loud when she was finally released from the ‘light exercise’ that she was made to do with her fellow trainee, Jaune. She’d seen him in the distance, at Initiation, but she’d not gotten close enough to him to really get what he was like, her expression carefully neutral, as he groaned in sympathy, even though he’d had a lighter level of exercise that she’d underwent, only three laps of sprints with a one minute interval, contrary to ten laps.
Her physical fitness was greater than his, and she could tell that he was at least contemplating about the merits of flunking out, deciding to ask the question that’d been burning on her mind.
“So… How’d you get here?”
He wiped his brow, sweat dripping from his forehead and wiped away, a groan from his mouth, as he seemed to come up with the answer immediately.
“Headmaster Ozpin sent me here to be trained privately, eh… I didn’t… I want to be a hero, a huntsman, so… here I am, even if I didn’t know what Aura was, Miss Pyrrha.”
She put on the smile, the casual smile that every coach had trained her in to be for the public.
“And now you’re training with me, Pyrrha Nikos.”
The gushing would start, the worship, the way that she was treated once more turning to the ‘you’re so amazing, I am so glad’ tune that she’d heard a thousand times before. Weiss Schnee had tried to become chummy with her, but she knew very well that there was nothing to be made chummy with.
“Hey Pyrrha, I’m Jaune Arc. Let’s be kick-ass Huntsmen and Huntress together.”
She was waiting for the worship, the fake ‘I don’t care about that’, waiting, as she walked with him towards the changing rooms. Her shirt was soaked with sweat and she could see Miss Rose standing there, her expression sharp.
“Get yourself stripped down and shower, the marker’s on the doors. Come on, little bitch, you can flirt in your own time.”
Miss Rose was harsh on him, but that was because he needed to improve, Pyrrha feeling the burn in her muscles, as she parted from him, and Miss Rose joined her in the women’s changing room, the fresh set of clothes that she’d prepared enough, with a familiar-looking top hanging there.
“Great, Mayumi’s showering too… Damn that woman if she goes and chases after little bitch…”
Pyrrha cleared her throat lightly, and got a look, as Summer shed her clothes, revealing a mature woman’s body, Pyrrha feeling just a teensy spark of inadequacy go through her at the sight of those breasts, that butt still as firm as a teenager’s, and her own body…
‘I don’t think I’m ugly…’
“What is it, Red?”
She coughed.
“Ah… Why do you-”
The woman shrugged, Summer’s eyes sharp, silvery and direct.
“Call him a little bitch? Because he is. He’s not even Combat School newbie material, completely untrained, unskilled and unable to pass…”
The woman paused, before she sighed.
“But he’s got that whole desire to go and be a hero. He’s already able to get up from bed after a hard day of training, and his Aura busted my whole supply out for an hour, so… He’s got something. Doesn’t make him stop being a little bitch, though. Let’s hit the showers… ah, before I forget, you’re some kind of celebrity, yeah?”
Pyrrha nodded, though the woman seemed to not really think about it too much, a bottle of shampoo in her hand, as she walked out.
“Men’s showers are to the right, women’s are to the left, I’m-”
The other teacher, Mayumi or something, Pyrrha hadn’t really been formally introduced yet, came from the women’s side and leaned against the sign with arrows for ‘men’ and ‘women’ in different directions, possessing a set of breasts making Pyrrha wonder whether she had a shot at getting a bigger cup size…
She had to watch her food intake most of the time during her exercise periods before she’d joined a Huntsman Academy, so it was mostly muscle, taut muscle that showed her body being shaped into a goddess of war, but not…
‘They bounce very nicely.’
Not that she was into girls, of course, but it was still… Envy.
“Hey there, Summer. The showers are free… Where’s that little sex guru that you’ve been hiding, huh?”
Summer Rose only rolled her eyes.
“Come on, you might go boy-crazy like her when you go and stick it out with her there… You’d better make sure that you get your exercise in, Mayumi, because Principal Chrome will be chasing you down if you went and got something started with a student, male or female.”
The other teacher just shrugged, as if it didn’t matter to her that much, Pyrrha not sure why, but feeling some pressure.
“Yeah, I just got clean… so why don’t I take a shower, get to chatting with your little redhead student, huh? I can-”
The door opened and Principal Chrome appeared, looking like she was definitely not very pleased, having heard the last comment.
“I am sure that we can talk about your interest in students in my office, Miss Hachiya. Please make sure that you are there soon .”
Mayumi gulped, and Pyrrha felt a little bit awkward in the moment where the principal actually grabbed one of her teachers by the ear, dragging her into the women’s changing room and shutting the door with a loud boom.
“Let’s get washed up, shall we?”
Pyrrha supposed that she could take the shower with her new teacher.
‘It’s at least a little bit of distraction…’
“So, you’re a celebrity?”
She gave an affirmative.
“I fought in the Mistralian fighting circuit.”
Summer Rose only hummed in acknowledgement as if it wasn’t much.
“Ah… I won’t give you special treatment, that’s for sissies. Red, you’re going to be getting your butt whipped into even tighter shape.”
Pyrrha smiled, genuinely. She could tell that the woman was genuine enough.
Jaune felt half-dead, as he struggled to get out of the changing room, the shampoo bottle that he’d gotten from his mom having the floral scent that they always used, going to the left side, the sign that’d been put up flipped with ‘men’ to the left, not thinking too hard about things, just getting into the hot humid steamy shower and turning the showerhead on, belatedly realizing that he wasn’t alone.
‘Oh… I don’t think this is good.’
Startled green eyes looked at him, as the redhead called Pyrrha seemed to notice his presence, and silvery eyes of Miss Rose, the hard-ass teacher who was trying to shape him up into something respectful, staring right into his eyes with that look that women had that spelled out ‘DEATH’ for people.
Not a good look to see on a woman’s face, Jaune’s survival instincts told him, as he gulped.
“Ah… hell- oh?”
His gaze slid a little lower, and he could see some very damn fine breasts on the two women, the two rather pissed-off and ashamed women, as Summer Rose was the first to speak.
“Enjoying the sight of us naked, little bitch? The men’s shower is to the right , not to the left .”
He… made sure to evacuate himself before Miss Rose decided that it was time to physically punch him through a wall. She could punch through a tree , or so miss Mayumi had said.
‘Better stay out of the firing line for a bit.’
“Sorry, I- I’ll leave now.”
Pyrrha’s eyes were still wide, Summer noticed, as that young man made his escape. She really had probably been a bit too harsh, but her fellow redhead seemed to be staring at the exit to their little showers, taking a deep breath and then glancing at her.
“Are… are all boys that big?”
Summer shook her head. The guy had forgotten his shampoo, but right now, that wasn’t a big thing. She’d chuck it into the boys’ shower after she’d recomposed herself just a little bit, swallowing heavily.
“Ah…”
Big didn’t quite cover it.
Neither would an average towel.
She glanced at her arm. Red glanced at her arm, and they stared.
“No, I don’t think- Let me check the sign outside.”
She should ask for there to be a sign with ‘Boys’ and ‘Girls’ added to the showers, lest this happen more often…
‘Oh my…’
She noticed that the sign had been flipped, and she sighed. It must’ve happened whilst Mayumi was leaning on it, and Pyrrha’s red-faced expression clearly told her that it was the first penis the redhead had ever seen.
“It’s an honest mistake, let’s not hold that against him.”
It had been her first thought, seeing that thing flop against his thigh.
Big.
Every little washing motion, just a slow ‘sway’ of that thing, foreskin covering that big head, as Pyrrha seemed to take a little longer, Summer more accustomed to seeing guys naked.
“We… we shouldn’t- I…”
Summer decided to break the ice and give Pyrrha a reason not to be embarrassed.
“Oh, we shouldn’t. Don’t embarrass him, it is no doubt something he feels sensitive about. With such a big thing…”
Massive and swinging, Summer could feel her mouth going dry at the thought of that big shaft ramming into her. It was bigger than her husband’s cock, and it was-
“Ah… D-does it hurt? I- I’m just- Does it?”
She smirked, knowing that her little trainee was at least curious.
“Oh, are you seeing my little bitch in a new light, Red? You’re not thinking of just jumping under the shower with him right now, are you?”
‘Heh, still got it…’
Pyrrha’s face was burning red with the embarrassment that she felt, and Summer knew that such a big cock would need to be hidden from those two sex junkies of frustrated and irked nature. Not that it was a bad thing for a student to have a third leg there…
“He’s not- N-no? I’m- He’s… Oh. He’s…”
She patted her good student on the shoulder, giving that half-grin, her tongue licking her lips.
“Just imagine being the one to be his friend, Red. Just the two of you sitting there late at night…”
She could already imagine it, watching over them like a good teacher should do, as Pyrrha paid rapt attention, her eyes wide and her breathing definitely the type that a horny girl would get, she was a woman and had once been like that.
“Just feeling that big trousersnake, and then hearing his manly breathing pick up a notch… Opening those pants…”
Gods, she wished that she’d have the time to do that herself, she’d show him a few tricks that she’d learned in the time span where she’d been sort-of-married to Taiyang. She’d make him feel really good.
“Sliding that big meat out, knowing that he’s feeling it, and then pulling on that cock. Wouldn’t that feel great? Just the two of you there, and he’s in the palm of your hand- hands, with that big thing.”
Pyrrha’s face was as red as a tomato, but Summer didn’t stop, pulling the girl into a half-hug.
If the sex freaks found out that she was teasing a girl with a crush about the guy that was as weak as rice pudding was salty, they’d never let her live it down.
“Just imagine it, a friend lending a hand. That big hard thing bucking in your hands, jerking it, and hearing him moan your name, Red. ‘Pyrrha, hmmhmhahhh’, and then, you’re going to find that you’re sucking on that really big, fat dick of his. Doesn’t that make you tingle? You’ll be his friend and then, you’re riding that big hard horse dick that he’s got there… Did you check out his balls?”
Pyrrha gave a shivering gasp.
“Ah… they’re… they’re like oranges. He’s… all boys aren’t that big, are they?”
The girl was fucking into him. The heavy breathing and those stiff nipples didn’t lie.
She had hardly been worse than the girl when she’d first been around Taiyang and Qrow, with Raven acting like the spoiled bandit brat that she was.
“He’s bigger than most, Red. Just imagine teaching him a few little tricks about how the big sausage goes into the very tight, tiny redhead bush.”
‘Gods, I need a dick in me.’
Pyrrha shuddered a little.
“We shouldn’t do that. I’m… He’s… he’s so earnest. Do you think he knows who I am?”
Summer snorted.
“Listen, you could tell him that Huntresses and Huntsmen sleep naked or in a thong and he’d go ‘oh, I brought you your night-time thong for sleeping’ and then just go to sleep. He’s not stupid, but gullible and enamored with the thought of being a Huntsman…”
She bit her lower lip.
She needed just two more students to make it a whole formal team and such, and she was betting that little bitch blonde was going to be the stud of his team.
“Fuck, I bet he’d get a lot of pussy if word spreads about him having a baby breeder… Red, you’re going to get some competition… Especially during training weekends. I’ve got to whip little Bitch into shape, whilst he’s just dreaming about rest, so you can swoop in and get your cute guy… Lucky bitch, I guess.”
She really didn’t think he was that bad, but that dick of his, it really made her wonder whether she’d see it again.
Her mouth felt really fucking dry right now.
“I… I don’t know if I like him like that yet.”
She could work with a ‘I don’t know’ at start.
“Just keep your breasts looking as fine as they do, Pyrrha, and he’ll eat out of your hand. I’ll make sure that he doesn’t go and get himself a local girlfriend, they really frown upon fraternisation here.’
She had to admit that she might just have to keep a close eye on the guy.
“Thanks, Miss Rose. You’re hard, but you’re at least fair… I don’t know if… b-but he’s really nice. You’re an honest person.”
Summer had to admit that she wasn’t that honest, especially not with that massive cum cannon between her new student’s legs. She definitely had to get a nice cold shower after that, because it was definitely the type of thing that’d made her get even wetter than before, her tongue clicking a little with that sweet little worry that came from the depths of her mind, as Pyrrha seemed to think about it for the longest of moments.
“I try to teach you kids how to survive, Red. I need to be hard and fair on that front, or you’ll die…”
She’d taught Ruby to be bad-ass too, of course…
“I’ll help him learn as well, he’s… he’s-”
Pyrrha Nikos definitely was the type of perfectionist who looked at things and saw them for what they were.
“Cute? Aww, Red, you’re going to be crushing on him… What about him is so cute?”
That dick was not cute, it was a monster that would feel really good inside a pussy.
Seeing a girl like Red go for a guy that was just an honest, sweet and kind of dorky guy…
‘Yeah, Taiyang could smile like that too, when he was feeling good and upbeat.’
The depression was another story, but that was not something that’d come up much. She looked at her student, flustered.
“He’s… he treats me like I’m Pyrrha.”
And that was all Red was, to him.
“He doesn’t lie either. He didn’t seem to recognize me, so… So maybe-”
‘Damn, she’s got a heck of a crush on him.’
She had to make some amends to her thoughts, knowing that this girl had fallen hard for that little bitch man of a student that she’d gotten only a few days ago.
‘This might be fun to watch…’
Better than daytime television, at least to her eyes.
Jaune could feel his embarrassment reach the peak, as he realized just how badly he’d messed up, standing there in that shower with the two women that he’d just made a complete fool of himself of during the training session, looking at him like he was made of something filthy.
His mother had always said that there wasn’t anything good about men, the divorce that she’d gone through and several of his sisters had undergone as well, hitting harder than it should, as mom loved him, but she also had her own hang-ups with his father, the man being strong and demanding at times, but also terribly lazy from time to time.
‘They saw me naked, I saw them naked…’
Miss Rose had really great breasts, and the sight of that six-pack of muscles was something that made his cock harder, even with his gaze having slipped towards the redhead at her side.
‘She looks beautiful with her hair down like that.’
Like a redheaded angel that had piercing green eyes, sweet lips that just showed a hint of that natural red tint, her gaze was sharply regarding him.
It had taken everything he had not to get hard and embarrass them even further, as he’d made quick way towards the shower, and he only realized that he’d left his shampoo there in the ladies’ shower when he’d left, the sight of those two beautiful women stunning him.
‘I’ve got a pretty fellow student, and a good-looking teacher…’
He couldn’t help but blush. He was definitely seeing a cute redhead as someone that he might like. She must be someone that’d have a boyfriend, of course… All pretty girls had boyfriends that you could get beaten up by from just glancing at them.
He’d have to keep his attention on her only in a friendly way, a good way, something that wouldn’t be creepy or anything of the sort…
‘They both look good…’
Summer with that rugged physique that had scars on places, muscles and a set of breasts that was gorgeous, full and heavy to look at, Pyrrha with those sculpted abdominals and the muscular physique that didn’t stray too far from the sensual idea… and a nice set of breasts that were very perky.
‘Man…’
He noticed that he was rock hard, the shaft standing upwards like a flagpole, Jaune sighing and then letting himself cool off a little, before he went to go and get changed, seeing Miss Rose and Pyrrha come from the women’s section, looking down.
“Ah, sorry, the sign, it said-”
Summer spoke up, as quickly and as demanding as always was the case.
“It was flipped, I took the liberty of straightening it again and making it point in the correct direction again… Don’t think you can get one over me, little bitch. Your ass is going to be pounded into the ground if you think you can go and get chummy with me.”
He saluted, and then got a sharp ‘Hey!’ from Summer, before she lowered his arm.
“You’re not saluting to a queen or some shit, little bitch! March your butt to the cafeteria, you kids need to eat. Red, make sure that nobody goes and runs him over for being too blonde. Come on, you two, get some food and take a long rest. Tomorrow’ll be even rougher on you two, aren’t you lucky with little ol’ Summer Rose being your teacher?”
Jaune vacated the place, before Summer got it in her head to assign them actual homework, grabbing Pyrrha’s hand and dragging her along with a quick ‘bye!’ and then moving along.
She smelled like cherries and roses, and Jaune only let go of her hand once they were out of sight.
“Sorry, she might assign us homework if we- eh… Are you okay?”
Pyrrha was a little bit weird, red-faced and probably not so very comfortable with him…
But she was a good-looking girl, so he’d have to do the manly thing.
“Let’s get some food, I’m wiped… And… sorry about earlier.”
She could only nod very lightly, which he took as a ‘yep’ in girl language. Girls were normally very comprehensible, his sisters all said that he knew girl lingo very well!
“It’s… It’s fine, Jaune. Let’s get some food.”
‘Yeah… I knew that’d be the right thing.’
Food cured everything.
Bonus points to people who can identify where Saeko and Mayumi come from.
This was commissioned work.