91The sun was bright in the sky overhead. The sand was warm beneath her toes. The air was cool and crisp, the faintest hint of salt lingering in the breeze as it caressed her bikini-clad body. Most of all, however, the strongest of the sensations were the sounds of those at play. The sounds of fun. The sounds of those without a care in the world. Those who hadn't a single drop of Botox or silicon in their perfect nubile bodies.
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These young men and women didn't have a care in the world as they splashed and frolicked on the beach. VNN had sent Lisa here during spring break in order to get a feel-good story from the aspiring young huntsmen and huntresses from Beacon Academy. Oh she would get a feel-good story all right. Just not the kind that neither her producer, nor anyone else in Vale would ever expect.
Lisa Lavender was going to get the scoop of a lifetime. She was going to expose Beacon Academy for being the sex-crazed lust den that it was.
It only made sense, didn't it? Putting teenagers at the height of puberty together in coed dorms, facing down death every single day of their lives, spending every waking minute together… it had to do something to you, didn't it? Headmaster Ozpin, if that was his real name, was fostering and facilitating a place where teenagers not only put their lives on the line, but their virginities as well.
Walking along the beach with her cameraman, she just needed the opportunity to prove it. Until then, however, she would get the story that everyone thought they wanted to see.
She turned to face her nameless, faceless partner, giving him so little thought that he might as well be a blank shadow of a person. He hefted a camera on his shoulder with one hand, and with the other held out his fingers, counting down. Three… two… one…
Lisa hooked a lock of her lavender hair behind her ear and put on the brightest smile her plastic lips would allow. "This is Lisa Lavender coming to you live from spring break down at Vale Beach. The sun is shining brightly in the sky and there isn't a cloud in sight, and the same can be said for frowns when it comes to the young and upcoming stars of Beacon Academy. These aspiring huntsmen and huntresses work hard, but when they finally get a break from their studies, you better believe that they party hard too!"
The journalist motioned to her cameraman to follow her onto the beach, where the sounds of happiness continued to grind away at her. A pale girl in a white two piece bikini was eagerly tugging on a blue-haired boy's arm, urging him to follow her even as his heels dug into the sand.
"Come on, Neptune!" the girl who looked oddly familiar insisted. "It's just a little water, I promise I'll protect you."
"I can't, Weiss! I just can't!"
"Y-you know, if you do happen to drown, I'll be there to give you mouth to mouth…" Lisa's eye twitched as the girl's demeanor suddenly changed, and her own foot began to twist nervously into the sand as her expression fell down to the ground. "That'd be good, right?"
"You're not certified in CPR!" he wailed.
"CPR?" she questioned.
This was exactly the kind of debauchery Lisa had in mind when it came to her breaking story. This girl Weiss, who looked suspiciously like Weiss Schnee, had all but told this boy that she wanted to make out with him. She was all over him, grabbing his arm, pressing her non-existent chest into him… Lisa felt a twinge of pity for her.
She then looked down at her own girls, their stiff, plasticy goodness securely held in the cups of her own black bikini. Maybe after this story hit and she won a few more awards she'd get a nice enough bonus to upgrade to double D's.
Urging her cameraman to follow, Lisa delved deeper into the den of deviant delinquents, hoping that she could find a feel-good story that didn't involve romance. Weren't these kids at school to learn how to fight monsters? What was with the influx of romance? Being a huntsman was about saving the world, not shipping! People who obsessed over shipping were the problem in this world. Totally.
The loud, boisterous laughter of another girl drew Lisa's attention to the water, where she found a short redhead girl playfully leaping onto the back of a boy. He didn't seem too enthused by her rowdy behavior, and Lisa wondered if the streak of pink in his black hair had anything to do with it and her perhaps… unwanted advances.
"Ren! Carry me, Ren!"
"I'd love to, Nora, but you're pressing down into my back with your…"
"Oh? Is that a problem, Ren?" the girl asked, seeming to push her bikini-clad chest even deeper into the boy's exposed back.
Lisa turned away with a huff. Too much young teenage love. Too many pretty girls who'd never had to suffer the indignity of getting a tummy tuck or butt lift. Youth was wasted on the young, and for a woman in her mid-thirties Lisa felt hungrier than she had been when she was their age. Life wasn't fair. Why did she have to spend so much money and effort to maintain her appearance while these young airheads got to enjoy such carefree lives?
As the journalist continued on her trek along the beach, the stench of rotting fish and body odor wafted into her nostrils, causing her as well as her cameraman to gag. Soon enough the source of the smell became apparent, and a messy pile of old wood pallets, portable barriers, and other debris marked a boundary where armed teenagers stood guarding what appeared to be the only entrance to the rest of the beach.
Crude signs made of cardboard indicated that this ramshackle Riviera was known as the Faunus Rights Autonomous Zone.
"Well this looks interesting," Lisa muttered. "Start recording."
Her cameraman nodded, and pointed the camera at the garbage heap upon the beach. Quite literally too. Inside she could see trash bins overflowing with refuse, and if they weren't the cause of the pungent odor, they definitely contributed to it.
As they stood at the border to the FRAZ, Lisa saw a black-haired girl, a cat faunus by the looks of it, standing on top of a wooden crate with a megaphone in her hand.
"For too long the Vale police department has ignored the plight of the faunus!" she shouted, earning nods and cheers of approval from those surrounding her. "Therefore we here in the Faunus Rights Autonomous Zone declare independence from the Kingdom of Vale, and found a brand new one right here on this beach!"
Oh how cute, they were LARPing. Lisa wanted to stick around and see how this all ended, but she knew that once the tide came in that their hastily-constructed barriers would simply be washed away. It was almost as if they didn't have a plan or a vision at all, and were just acting on emotion. Oh well, at least it would be funny to watch.
"Sun, I need a banana-strawberry smoothie," the faunus girl demanded of the subservient faunus boy who all but bowed before her.
He nodded hurriedly. "Yes, Blake. Anything you want."
"That's Prime Minister Belladonna!"
"Yes, Prime Minister Belladonna."
As the monkey faunus ran off to fetch the girl a smoothie, Lisa noticed how most of the people in the FRAZ weren't even faunus. They were human. How strange.
"Okay, listen up, everybody!" Prime Minister Belladonna shouted through the megaphone. "Every human here needs to give a faunus ten lien! It's only right, seeing how you've enjoyed centuries of privilege over us! And remember, the communal garden is for faunus only!"
Yeah, this was going to end so well. In their hypocrisy and stupidity these people didn't even realize that they were becoming the very thing that they stood against. A segregated society in which you were judged by your species rather than who you were as a person.
"Oi! You!" a strange voice shouted as Lisa took in the sights and smells of the beach encampment. "No recording the overflowing rubbish bins in the FRAZ!"
An angry looking rabbit faunus stomped over to where Lisa and her cameraman stood. Armed with a camera of her own, she wondered who this teenager was.
"I'm a journalist," Lisa said coolly. "And you are?"
"Ya take me fer a drongo?" she asked. "What kind of a journalist is out here in her bathers and thongs?"
Lisa blinked. "What are you talking about? And why are you speaking like this? I've never heard any other faunus, or anyone else period, with this kind of accent."
"My character is that I'm Australian," the faunus girl said matter-of-factly. "I'm pretty much Jeice from Dragonball Z, only people actually loike me for some inexplicable reason."
"It's probably your ears."
"Oi! That's racist, but yer probably roight."
Wanting to get away from this immature insanity before someone decided to shoot her, Lisa turned back the way she came where there were still plenty of Beacon students enjoying their time on the beach. Surely someone here would be able to provide her with what she sought, right?
And then she saw him. He was a veritable wall of walking muscle. Tall. Broad-chested. Lisa felt her mouth watering as she drank in the sight of him and his perfect, toned body. He must have put a lot of work into his training regimens, and the journalist could feel herself getting wet between the legs just by staring at him.
As she approached this Chad Thundercock, Lisa found herself getting excited over the idea of a private one on one interview with him for her feel-good story. "Excuse me, my name is Lisa Lavender and I'm with VNN. Could I get a moment of your time?"
The boy turned around, towering over her. Blue eyes stared down onto her, and Lisa felt herself shudder by the sheer manly dominance he possessed.
And then he spoke. "No can do, lady," he said, his voice totally contradictory to his body. "It's boy's night, and me and the boys are going out to get some wings and brewskies! Turn on the game and watch it with the boys!"
"Yeah, boy's night!" another with a green mohawk said, crushing an empty can against his forehead.
The four boys, all presumably on the same team, stood around grunting and nodding eagerly chanting 'boy's night'.
"Oh, well, if you change your mind…" she said disappointedly.
"Yeah, boy's night!" the one with gray hair interrupted her.
"Gonna play a game of grab-ass with the boys!" the tallest brown-haired boy added.
Grab-ass? With the boys? Surely they meant they'd be doing that with some… ladies, right? Was there a chance that she could be one of those ladies? These boys were exactly the kind which could make her feel like she was twenty years old again.
"I don't have any plans for tonight if you need-"
"Boy's night!" the blonde with the bowl-cut shouted.
"Yeah, gonna have a dick-measuring contest with the boys!" the tall one shouted again.
Lisa's eyes widened. Okay, now she definitely wanted in. "C-can I come? To, um, officiate?" she offered.
The tall beefy hunk of man-meat scoffed with disgust. "Are you kidding? No girls allowed on boy's night, you smelly hole!"
Lisa frowned. She wasn't a smelly hole… she actually smelled quite pleasant. "I'm not a smelly hole…" she whispered sadly.
The leader motioned to the rest and walked past her. "Come on, boys! Let's see who on Team CRDL has the biggest dick!"
The other three boys cheered before they resumed their chanting. "Boy's night! Boy's night! Boy's night!"
Lisa watched her best hope of getting railed by a hot young stud walk away. Were they just stupid jocks? Did they really have no idea that she'd all but offered herself up to them on boy's night? Or were they perhaps interested in 'boy's night' for more reasons than eating chicken wings and drinking beer?
She turned around, disappointed by the young huntsmen's lack of interest in her. Was it really so surprising? In a school filled with young supermodels who would ever give her a second glance? Her best days were behind her, and while she had a body that most women her age would kill for, it was nothing compared to Blondie Big-Tits over there, or Pyrrha Nikos.
Wait, Pyrrha Nikos?
Before she could even give the celebrity a second thought, Lisa had walked straight into a wall of muscle and flesh, bouncing off it and falling on her butt in the sand. She winced from the impact, squeezing her eyes shut and gritting her teeth.
"Oh my gods, are you okay?"
Yellow eyes opened to see a young man standing over her. His body blocked the sun behind him, but rays of light surrounded him, giving his body a bright, glowing outline of sunlight as he reached down with a hand to help her up.
Lisa took the hand tentatively, and in one fell swoop was pulled up onto her feet by a boy who possessed immense power and strength.
"Oof!" she cried out as he nearly ripped her arm from its socket, and with so much momentum found herself falling into his bare, toned chest.
He caught her, wrapping his arms around her back so that she wouldn't stumble and fall again. "Whoa, you okay?" he asked. "I gotcha."
Though not as tall as the first boy, this one too towered over her, and Lisa found her face pressed into his pectoral muscle. With his arms around her back she felt like she could stay like this forever, and was disappointed when he let go of her and took a step back.
"S-sorry about all that," he said bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand. "Sometimes it's hard to remember my own strength. Especially when I'm training with other huntsmen all day."
He smiled innocently and boyishly, and his demeanor was entirely different from the other boy's she'd encountered only moments ago. Messy blond locks covered his forehead and ears, and blue eyes as deep as the ocean stared into her with both embarrassment and concern.
Lisa felt her knees wobbling as the young man stared down on her, those eyes on her and her alone even when surrounded by bikini-wearing huntresses.
"I'm okay," she squeaked, her confidence evaporating as her eyes trailed down his hard body. She had to swallow hard, and worked to regain her professionalism and poise. "I'm Lisa Lavender with VNN."
"Oh really? Nice to meet you. I'm Jaune. Jaune Arc."
He offered out his hand to her, and she took it. The size of it dwarfed her own, and his calloused grip was crushing as he shook her hand. This was the kind of boy who could pick her up and fuck her senseless up against a wall. She was sure of it.
After all, he was a Beacon Academy student. Who knew how much experience he had already? The school was undoubtedly a sex-crazed dungeon of smut and lust, and so far her encounters with other students here had only reinforced that belief.
"I'm actually here working on a piece for students of Beacon Academy," she explained. "A… fluff piece for all the fun during spring break."
It wasn't exactly a lie. It just wasn't exactly the truth either. There was sure to be fun being had during spring break. Just like there was fun happening every night in Beacon's coed dorms. And she would expose it all.
"Oh cool," he smiled. "Sorry for running into you like that then. I'll let you get back to it."
Before he could take a single step, Lisa lashed out and grabbed him by the wrist. "Actually I was wondering if you would like to do… an interview with me."
"Me?" he asked incredulously. Oh he looked so cute and stupid when he was confused. Just the kind of guy Lisa liked. "But I'm really nothing special."
Oh you're special all right. You're a young hunk over six feet tall and rippling with muscles. You're just the kind of fluff piece I'm looking for. Lisa smiled, saying something else instead of what was really on her mind. "Nonsense. I think you'll do perfect for the story I have in mind."
"Oh, okay then. Did you want to go sit down in the shade somewhere then?"
Her Botox-filled smile deepened. "I was thinking that you could come back to my hotel room. I have a suite right here on the beach," she said, motioning back further away from the water to where a tall building stood. "We could conduct a… proper interview there."
Jaune glanced back to the building before focusing back on her. "Oh, sure. That'd be cool too I guess. Let me just go grab my shirt and-"
"There's no need for that," she pressed, tugging him after her as she walked. "After all, this is spring break on the beach. You don't need a shirt."
He didn't protest. As Jaune fell in line beside her, Lisa licked her lips in anticipation.
She was about to get the feel-good story of a lifetime here with this young stud.
Well, this was certainly different.
Jaune had stayed in hotel rooms before, though never one as large and fancy as this. The suite he had been invited up to was divided into several rooms, featuring a bedroom, living room area, and even a small kitchen. Jaune was currently seated on the couch in the living room, wearing only his swim trunks and sandals as the air conditioner over by the window hummed. To say he was chilly here would be an understatement.
Never mind the fact that being so close to the woman in the bikini was sending entirely different kinds of chills down his body.
"So, um, where'd the cameraman go?" Jaune asked as Lisa was making the final adjustments to the tripod-mounted equipment in front of the couch.
"Oh him?" the lilac-haired woman replied. "He's not necessary for this interview. All I need is to fix the camera on the couch and we'll be set."
Jaune nodded even as Lisa stood in front of the camera with her back to him, bending over slightly so get a closer look at some of the device's settings. A pale ass in a black bikini bottom stared back at him, and Jaune couldn't help but stare at it when it was only a couple feet away from him.
He turned his head as soon as she began to turn around herself, making it appear as if he hadn't been staring at her. Lisa moved around the coffee table which sat between the couch and camera, plopping down to sit next to him. Very close in fact.
"Uh, are interviews usually done like this?" he wondered before pointing over to the single chair adjacent to the couch. "I thought you would have sat there."
"Oh but it's just so cold in here, don't you think?" she asked, brushing her bare shoulder against his. Pressing her silky-smooth leg against his hairy one.
Jaune swallowed as his eyes fell down to her black bikini top, spying a pair of hard, pointy nipples attempting to stab through the fabric. Yeah. It was definitely cold in here. And her skin was so very warm…
"So let's start out with a few basic questions," Lisa began, turning to look Jaune in the eye. Her older, mature yellow eyes stared hard into his, and Jaune could hardly keep her gaze as her flesh continued to press up against his. "Name, age, and occupation."
The boy nodded. "R-right. "Um, my name's Jaune Arc. I'm seventeen years old, and I'm a first year student at Beacon Academy."
"Beacon Academy," the journalist echoed thoughtfully. "What's it like there for someone like you? A private civilian transitioning into a brave and powerful warrior to protect people like me from the nasty Grimm?"
The compliment made Jaune smirk bashfully, and he stared down at his lap. "Well, it's nice," he admitted. "I have a lot of great friends. There's so much to learn and do, and I couldn't do it all without any of them. We're a team. Two teams really, and we're kinda like one big team."
"That must be nice," she smiled warmly. "Is it true that Headmaster Ozpin's initiation test paired you with the first person you made eye contact with?"
Jaune remembered the incident of being speared to a tree all too well. Pyrrha had saved his life that day. He couldn't ask for a better partner. "Yup. I was lucky enough to get Pyrrha Nikos as my partner."
"So partnered with a girl and destined to spend the next four years with her," she mused. "In any other setting one might call that love at first sight."
The question made Jaune choke a bit. "U-um, no I dunno about that…" he said softly. Sure he'd thought about Pyrrha in a romantic and sexual manner before. Who wouldn't have? She had the body of a goddess and was so kind and sweet. But at the end of the day she was just his friend. Just his partner. There was no way she'd ever be interested in a dope like him. "We're just friends," he admitted.
"Would you say that's true about all partners?" she pressed.
His thoughts then went to Ren and Nora. He knew that Nora had it bad for her friend. He wondered if Ren felt the same way, but just didn't recognize Nora's own feelings. Or simply couldn't act on them for some reason.
"I, um, I guess it does happen sometimes," he acknowledged.
"That has to be difficult living in coed dorms then," she continued. "Sleeping in the same room as a person you have a crush on. And with no adult supervision either." Lisa smiled at him as she went to her next question. "You don't have to name any names, but is there an underlying sense of tension between friends and partners at Beacon? I can imagine that facing down life and death situations on a daily basis would lead to some people needing to blow off a little steam. Or maybe hooking up so that they don't die… unfulfilled?"
It was a bold question to be sure, but as Jaune thought about it, not entirely unjustified. In less than a year at Beacon Academy he'd seen his fair share of teenage romance…
"I guess maybe?" he answered. "Yeah without naming any names there was this girl I liked… except she liked another guy… and another girl who likes another guy… and then there's another guy who likes another girl… and some people say this other girl likes the same girl that one of those guys likes… man this is kinda messy, isn't it?"
"Horribly so," Lisa agreed. "It sounds like Beacon is just one big pot of teenage angst and relationships, when in reality the students should be focusing on the really important things like training to save the world."
"I mean, maybe?"
"Do you know if any of them ever hooked up before?"
He didn't. But then again he hardly knew what went on behind closed doors in the other dormitory rooms. "I can't say," he said.
"I understand," Lisa winked. Did she think he was just playing coy and trying to protect the innocent? He really didn't know! He wasn't being vague on purpose!
Jaune flinched when her hand came down to his thigh and started rubbing it. Looking up he saw hungry yellow eyes staring down at it, focused on the digits rubbing soft circles on his flesh.
"Sorry, it's just so cold in here," Lisa offered, pressing even closer to him. "And you're just so warm. Luckily I have a nice, strong huntsman here to protect me though, right?"
Him? A strong huntsman? Maybe from her perspective, being an ordinary civilian with no Aura. She was weak. Helpless. Squishy. Oh so squishy as his eyes stole another peak at her chest.
Lisa Lavender, the Ageless Anchor as she was sometimes called unofficially, had been on the air for the past fifteen years. She was a staple in Vale's nightly news cycle, and amazingly she barely looked a day older than she did in her early twenties. To think that she was sitting right next to him, her body pressed up against his, her hand on his body trying to keep warm…
It was stupefying to think about. Jaune couldn't help but smile at the compliment she'd offered him.
"I guess…" he agreed.
"Don't be afraid to keep warm either," she purred suggestively. Was it suggestive? Or was Jaune just imagining things? "After all, you have even less on than me…"
He did, and as Lisa continued to stroke his thigh with her soft, tiny fingers, Jaune reached over to mimic her own actions. His own large, rough hand found Lisa's supple thigh, and his heart skipped a beat as he began to rub soft circles around her own smooth, bare flesh. It had another almost immediate effect on him as well, this time where luckily no one could see it.
He squeezed his legs together in order to keep it that way.
"So tell me about your family," she said next. "What kind of background does a big, strong huntsman come from?"
Jaune's mouth had gone dry, and most of his focus was on how the two of them were attempting to keep one another warm in this freezing hotel room. He did his best to answer her question as all the blood from his top head was rushing down to his lower one. "Um, my dad's a huntsman," he answered. "I have seven sisters."
"Oh my, seven?" she asked, sounding more pleased than surprised. "So is it normal for huntsmen to be so prolific then?"
Honestly? He didn't know. Admittedly Ren and Nora were orphans, so he didn't know if either of them had siblings. They'd never mentioned much about their families before tragedy took them. Pyrrha was an only child, but Weiss had a brother and a sister. Ruby and Yang were sisters too, and both their parents were huntsmen.
"I guess," he answered half-mindedly. "One of my best friends has a half sister two years older than her because they have different moms."
"Oh?" Lisa asked interestedly. "So it's not unusual for a huntsman to hook up with multiple women like this."
Jaune didn't know the precise circumstances of the Xiao Long and Rose family, only that Yang's mother had walked out on them before Ruby's mother swooped in shortly afterward to nab their shared father. He wondered just what kind of relationship Team STRQ must have once had in their own glory days.
"Maybe?" he agreed.
"It's only natural," she continued. "After all, like I said, these people know they could die on any day. They have to live life to the fullest in that moment, right?" Her hands stroked deeper on his leg, migrating further and further north as she went. "You too could die tomorrow, couldn't you?"
Maybe not on spring break, but on any normal day? Absolutely. He'd come close to death on a number of occasions already.
"Yeah," he breathed.
"So huntsmen and huntresses, they're probably fucking like rabbits behind closed doors," Lisa continued, fingers slipping underneath his swimming trunks. Her lips came closer to his ear as she hissed her whispered breaths into it. "Burning off all that stress. Letting go of all their inhibitions as they get the most out of their young bodies as they can."
Her tits were squishing against his arm now, and Jaune let out a shuddering breath as Lisa's warm fingers stroked his heated body. The more she talked about it, the righter it sounded. He could die any day at Beacon. It was super stressful. He was surrounded by hot supermodels every day.
"Headmaster Ozpin created an environment which breeds sexuality and deviancy, didn't he?" she asked. "A place where a bunch of teenagers can fuck each other, it doesn't matter with who. Friends. Partners. All of them falling in love with each other living so close together. Going through so many hardships together. Their young and impressionable minds being warped by an environment that no seventeen year old should ever have to experience. He's a monster, isn't he?"
Fingers finally found the rock formation in his pants, and Jaune bit his lip as Lisa's warm fingers wrapped around it. "Yeah…" he agreed absentmindedly.
"You look so stressed," she whispered, her thumb beginning to gently stroke the edge of his cockhead. "Are you stressed out, Jaune?"
He nodded, closing his eyes as the blissful touch of another did things to him that he'd only ever done to himself. "Yes…"
"Would you like me to help you out with that?" she breathed into his ear. "It's the least I could do for such a big, strong huntsman like you…"
Jaune nodded. "Yes, please…" All this talk about sex in Beacon had gotten his motor running. Though he'd never experienced any himself, it only made sense that people were all banging at Beacon, right?
"There are some condoms in the bathroom," she purred, sending more shivers down Jaune's spine upon hearing that one C-word. "Go in there and do what you need to do to get ready. I'll be waiting…"
Jaune was on his feet in an instant, marching over to the bathroom as quickly as his long legs would take him. He never thought he'd have gotten any action in Beacon, but if this hot older woman wanted to thank him for all his hard work then who was he to deny her? Or himself?
The sound of the bathroom door clicking shut prompted Lisa to stand. She quickly moved over to the camera, which up until this moment had not been recording. It would be now, however. And once things were edited together it would seem as if her previous attempts to seduce Jaune had never taken place.
She'd merely picked him up on the beach, and then went back to her room to have sex. Because Ozpin was a monster who ran an academy full of smut and degeneracy.
The things she did for journalism. This would be sure to win her boatloads of awards.
Standing up between the couch and the camera, Lisa began to disrobe. "This is Lisa Lavender coming to you from a hotel room down on Vale Beach," she said as the straps of her bikini were untied. It fell forward, exposing her large, fake breasts for the camera to see. "Where I'm about to get my brains fucked out by a young beast of a huntsman. You may be wondering what kind of a boy will have sex with a complete stranger who'd just picked him up on the beach, and I'll tell you. Only a boy who has so much experience that the idea of hooking up with a strange older woman is completely normal to someone who'd been groomed by a creepy older Headmaster."
Lisa slid her bikini bottom down, now standing totally nude in front of the camera. She eagerly awaited Jaune's return, and indeed couldn't wait for him to take her and plow her yearning pussy to oblivion. Jaune may have been used to doing girls his own age, but Lisa knew she was far more deserving of being utterly wrecked by that young stud's cock more than a bunch of stupid bimbos with their perfect-ten bodies and youthful vigor. In doing so she'd get her perfect story to expose Beacon Academy for the breeding ground of sexual deviancy it was. Lisa would have her cake and eat it too.
Or in this case, fuck it.
"Jaune Arc may only be seventeen, but he has the confidence of a man twice his age to agree to a hookup like this," she continued speaking into the camera. "One has to wonder how many girls he's already had sex with in Beacon Academy. One has to wonder how many teammates are having sex behind closed doors in their coed dorm rooms with absolutely zero adult supervision. This reporter cannot say, but it's clear that a full and candid investigation of Headmaster Ozpin is necessary in order to expose the dark truth of the goings on in his academy."
Lisa sat down on the couch, crossing her legs and resting her hands on her knee as she eagerly awaited Jaune's return. She didn't have to wait long.
The door opened, and out of the bathroom emerged a young man totally nude, the only thing covering his body being the condom which wrapped up his long, hard cock. Lisa licked her lips at the sight of it, knowing that she was about to be stuffed fuller than a turkey during a harvest festival meal.
She stood up in order to have a little bit more fun with the boy before they began, but found herself pushed back down onto the couch when Jaune gripped her shoulders. "Oof!" she sounded in surprise, being forced down onto her back.
Jaune clambered atop her, his massive bulk settling between her legs. There was an eagerness and hunger in his eyes, as if he'd never seen a nude woman before. That could hardly be the case however, as he was sure to be an experienced sex-addict for having attended Beacon Academy. Only an experienced lover could be so bold and forceful as Jaune was being with her.
"Wow, you have really nice boobs," Jaune said as he reached out and squeezed one.
Lisa grunted softly under his strong gropes. Damn right they were nice. She'd paid good money for them.
"I like how they stand straight up even when you're on your back," he added.
Her eye twitched. Yes, that was one of the faults when it came to breast implants, but he didn't need to come out and say it…
"Kinda feels like the squishy part of a mouse pad…"
"Enough!" she growled, surprising Jaune. Her face softened. She didn't want to lose out on this fuck, err, this story. "Can we just get on with it already?"
Jaune nodded. "Right. Sorry. So I guess I'll just go in then, alright?"
Lisa was more than ready. Take me, you big blond monster, her mind thought eagerly. Make me feel like I'm seventeen again too.
Jaune slid inside her, the size and girth causing Lisa's back to arch in pleasure and breath to shoot harshly from her mouth. Yellow eyes squeezed shut as Jaune pushed deeper into her. She could barely hold back the guttural moans on her lips as this beast of a boy penetrated her.
"Okay, I'm ready to go in. Are you?"
Lisa's eyes burst open. "What!" she exclaimed.
Craning her head up and looking down past her sizable bolt-ons, Lisa saw that only Jaune's tip was inside her. The rest of his lengthy and girthy shaft had yet to enter her.
"Oh you've gotta be- shit!"
Jaune speared into her, and Lisa's back contorted as inch after inch of the boy stabbed up against her cervix. She couldn't help but moan like a cheap whore as he pushed deeper inside.
"Huh, I thought it'd be a lot tighter," he commented from above her. "That's at least what the stories always said."
Lisa was panting as Jaune continued to stab into her, her mouth and tongue too occupied already in order to respond verbally. Of course I'm not as tight as he's used to. He's probably used to having virgins for breakfast.
When Jaune had finally finished it felt like her guts were getting rearranged. Jaune's hands pressed down on either side of her head on the couch, and Lisa's eyes fluttered open to stare up at the big meaty hunk of man towering over her soft, feminine form. Harsh, rapid breaths slipped from her nostrils as she realized her world was about to be rocked.
"Okay. Here we go," Jaune said.
He slid out before punching back into her.
Lisa's back arched so severely that she thought she heard a pop.
"Ah!" she screamed.
The squeaking of flesh on leather sounded as Jaune began to pump into her. Untamed moans and cries fled from her lips as her civilian body took a huntsman-sized dick.
"Ahh!" she yelled. "Oh my gods! Oh my gods!"
Jaune slammed down on her like a jackhammer, his hips uncaring and unrelenting as he pounded her down into the leather couch.
It was then that Lisa realized she had made a terrible mistake.
"Ohmygods Ohmygods Ohmygods Ohmygods Ohmygods!" she wailed as Jaune's piston-like thrusts ravaged her poor hole. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!"
All she could do as the young huntsman dicked her down was grab onto the flesh of his back and hold on for dear life until he'd had his fill of her. Yes she'd wanted this, she'd craved it even. But she never realized just how much sexual prowess a huntsman at the height of his sexual hunger could possess.
Maybe the students kept it between themselves for a reason…
Lisa collapsed onto the floor, her back unable to function when she tried to stand up from the couch. Jaune had gone to get some water, leaving her poor, abused body time to recover. Her stomach was covered in his spunk, and her sore womanhood was soaked from her own climaxes. She'd lost count after the third one, and even as she panted to try and catch her breath, she knew that she still had a job to do.
Grabbing hold of the coffee table's edge, Lisa pulled herself up enough to prop her arms on its surface, her tired yellow eyes staring into the camera lens. "This is… Lisa Lavender, with an update. It's been… an hour since Jaune and I began intercourse, and I've been brought to orgasm no less than three times already. My huntsman companion has gone to get some water, and I can say with absolute certainty that I need it… after screaming my throat hoarse from his rough pounding. Truly… the only ones who can stand up to the Grimm are beasts in their own right…"
The sound of footsteps earned her attention, and Lisa wearily glanced up to see the boy coming back into the living room area of the suite. He carried with him a full glass of water which was a sight for sore eyes, and an even sorer throat.
Wait, why was there another condom on his still-erect penis?
He handed her the glass and Lisa drank gratefully, the cold water washing blissfully down her throat. She swallowed it all in only a few gulps before setting it down on the table beside her.
"Okay, ready for round two?" Jaune asked eagerly.
Lisa's eyes widened. "R-round two?"
"Yup! I'm all recharged and ready to go again."
Even as Jaune placed a hand on her shoulder to help her up, Lisa protested weakly. "Wait, Jaune. Not- I mean, my back-"
"Huh?" he asked with confusion. His face showed a sudden sense of recognition then. "Oh! Not your back. That's why you're leaning over the table like this."
What she had been trying to say was that her back was too sore to get fucked on the couch again, but even as Jaune knelt down behind her and lifted her torso onto the surface of the coffee table, Lisa knew that she was about to get fucked again.
Grabbing hold of her hips, Jaune lined up against her loose entrance once again and slid inside with ease. Lisa's mouth was agape even as she stared into the camera.
"Ahh! Fuck!" she yelled as Jaune began pumping into her in earnest again. "Oh fuck!"
Her big fake tits were squished down on the table, and all she could do was grip the far edge with her hands as Jaune smacked his hips against her ass. She was sore, but it was a good sore. Her back may have hurt, but bent over the table it didn't so much matter.
All she had to do was lie there and take it.
Pitiful moans sounded from Lisa's throat as the clapping of Jaune's flesh on her ass cheeks filled her ears. Her face laid on the table, moaning each time his big huntsman cock stuffed all the way inside her. In no time she came again, twisting her head so that the table might muffle her cries as Jaune once more brought her to orgasm.
He didn't slow down, and the beast of a boy humped her ass with so much vigor that she knew it'd be candy apple red by the time this was over with. But at least it'd be a night to remember. Lisa knew she wouldn't need to have sex again for a year after this night with Jaune was finished.
If this night was ever finished.
Time seemed to lose all meaning as Jaune plowed her, and all she could do as he took her from behind was count the number of orgasms that shook her body until he coated her back with another dose of Arc sperm.
Lisa collapsed onto the floor, Jaune once again leaving the room in order to go use the bathroom. Her chest heaved mightily, and as she laid on the floor on her poor back she didn't even care that her big fake boobs were pointing straight up as Jaune had once noted.
Jaune. Jaune. Jaune…
Rolling over onto her side gingerly, Lisa flopped over onto her stomach and began to crawl around on the floor like a soldier might have when approaching an enemy position. She made her way around the table until she'd reached the camera's tripod. With all her remaining strength she managed to tip it over, sending the camera crashing down onto the floor. As she lay there broken on the floor, she grabbed hold of the device and pointed it at her face.
"This… is… Lisa… Lavender…" she struggled to say through lips dry and cracked from orgasmic screaming. "With another… update… I've… came so much that I can barely think… monsters. The Beacon students… are monsters… in human flesh… normal people can't handle them… Ozpin is breeding sexual monsters… I've sacrificed my body to expose the truth…"
Lisa laid there on her side speaking into the camera. She didn't know how much longer she could go on. How much longer she could stay awake. If Jaune came back ready for a third round she might just die. She might be the first person in Remnant's history who would be literally fucked to death.
All for the sake of a story. And her own jealous lust.
The creak of footsteps on the floor forced her tired eyes open, and Jaune stepped back in still naked as the day he was born. Soon enough his eyes found her, and thankfully rather than asking to go again, his deep blue eyes widened in concern.
"Oh my gods! Are you okay?"
Lisa gurgled pathetically on the floor.
"Oh crap, you don't have Aura," he breathed. Lisa moaned softly in response. "Well that's okay, don't worry. I've got you."
Jaune moved close to her, placing his hands on her body in order to roll her over onto her back. She was about to protest and plead with him to let her rest. To try and tell him that she couldn't go another round with his superior huntsman stamina. But rather than climbing on top of her again, Jaune began to speak.
"For it is in passing that we achieve immortality. Through this we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all, infinite in distance and unbound by death. I release your soul and by my shoulder protect thee."
She'd seen stars while Jaune fucked her, and now she was seeing a glowing light. Maybe she was close to passing out. She'd never actually done that before.
Until… her body began to fill with life. Stiff, injured muscles relaxed and mended themselves. A throat too sore to speak in more than a dry whisper began to sooth. A mind which had been on the verge of blacking out was filled with clarity and life.
Lisa sat up to see her naked body bathed in light purple light.
"Hey, it worked!" Jaune exclaimed happily.
She held her hands up, examining the soft purple glow around them. "What… what is this?"
"This is your Aura," he told her. "I just unlocked it since you looked like you were in pretty rough shape."
She blinked. She had been in very rough shape. But now… now…
Lisa stood up, her back no longer bothering her. More importantly, her poor used pussy felt good as new. Like it hadn't just taken two hours of non-stop man meat from a boy whose sexual appetite was bigger than a CCT tower.
It dawned on Lisa what had just happened. This huntsman had fucked a ordinary civilian so much that the only way she could recover was to have her Aura unlocked.
Yes, this would make for a great piece of her story. Ozpin wasn't just creating weapons of war. He was creating weapons of terror which were so far above that of an ordinary civilian that they were basically incompatible in their lifestyles. It had never dawned on her just how much stronger than a normal person a huntsman was until she'd been fucked by one.
"You okay now?" he asked, genuine concern lacing his voice.
Lisa continued to examine her body. She wondered if her poor ass had healed now as well thanks to Aura. She'd have to go into the bathroom and check it out in the mirror.
"Never better," she answered honestly, feeling completely and totally fulfilled by the night of hard, passionate sex. "I think I got exactly what I came here for tonight."
Both things, to be exact. A good hard pounding from a young stud, and a story that was going to make her famous.
Dinner in the cafeteria was always a pleasant affair. A gathering of friends and comrades to enjoy one another's company after a long day of studying and training.
Spring break may have been over, and they may have been back in classes, but Jaune couldn't complain. He'd enjoyed his spring break, after all. More than he'd ever thought possible. The memories of Lisa Lavender's soft, warm flesh still lingered with him to this day. It was a shame no one would ever believe that he'd gotten lucky over the break, and with a local minor celebrity no less! Still, he wasn't the type to kiss and tell. Or in this case, make love and tell.
Oh well. The memories of the night of passion would just have to stay between the two of them.
"So did you guys hear there's a special on Beacon Academy premiering on VNN tonight?" Nora asked the gathered group.
"Actually it's set to premier right about now," Blake commented, pulling her scroll from her pants pocket. "I wonder what kind of story they decided to do?"
"Probably some dumb fluff piece," Yang mused. "After all, it was filmed during spring break, wasn't it?"
Jaune felt a chill run down his spine. Wait, was this story the one Lisa had interviewed him for? He still didn't exactly know what kind of story it was. Only that he had been asked about his time at Beacon…
A few of the other gathered teens pulled out their own scrolls and set them to VNN's channel. As Jaune began to sweat nervously, the evening news came on.
A red screen with the words 'VNN Special Report' in bold white letters filled the scroll screens of the gathered teens.
Soon enough, a very familiar face appeared sitting behind a news desk. Lisa certainly looked very different in a gray pantsuit compared to naked and underneath him…
"Beacon Academy," she began in a cool, professional tone. "One of the four bastions of Remnant, training elite huntsman to battle against the monstrous forces of the Grimm. Shining examples of humanity's potential, and the last, best hope for peace in this world."
The description of the huntsman profession made Jaune smile with pride. Yes, this was exactly why he wanted to be a huntsman. Not just to live up to his family name, but to do some real good in the world. To be a hero. To protect those weaker than himself. After all, up until a few months ago he had been one of those weak people.
"But what if I were to tell you that there was a darker side of Beacon? A side in which those who attended it were concerned not with the protection of humanity, but rather fulfilling their own carnal desires and seeking pleasures of the flesh?"
The shot of Lisa cut to the beach, where Weiss was eagerly tugging on Neptune's arm. "Y-you know, if you do happen to drown, I'll be there to give you mouth to mouth…"
Jaune's eyes shot up to see Weiss, whose pale face had gone red with embarrassment. He wasn't the only one to give her attention either.
"Oh wow you're a thirsty girl, Weiss!" Yang laughed.
Weiss' mouth began to open and close like a fish. "I… I… I mean, I wasn't…"
The video cut back to Lisa. "Where armed students carve out fiefdoms on Valean soil, led by self-proclaimed warlords."
"Okay, listen up, everybody!" Blake shouted into a megaphone. "Every human here needs to give a faunus ten lien! It's only right, seeing how you've enjoyed centuries of privilege over us! And remember, the communal garden is for faunus only!"
Eyes turned to Blake, who merely shrugged with indifference. "Meh, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Who knew that anarchy wasn't a good alternative to democracy?"
Only every person with a rational thought in their head. But Jaune didn't have much time to contemplate Blake's failed FRAZ before the broadcast went back to Lisa.
"A school where the students are so experienced and desensitized to sex, that they can bring a normal, untrained civilian to the point of collapse."
A blurred out, but very familiar nude body was seen leaning hard on a hotel room coffee table, as Lisa's tired eyes stared into the camera. "This is… Lisa Lavender, with an update. It's been… an hour since Jaune and I began intercourse, and I've been brought to orgasm no less than three times already."
All eyes turned to Jaune now, and he couldn't be bothered to care as seven faces were entirely focused on him. He just stared down at his scroll, realizing that his entire night with Lisa had been filmed.
"All of this and more on tonight's special presentation on Beacon's darker side, in which I risked my own body and health in order to get a peek behind the curtain of Vale's most premier huntsman academy. Tonight's special report begins now."
As the intro music played on screen, Jaune set his scroll down, and finally took in all the expressions of his friends who were staring at him. They ranged from shock in Ruby's eyes, disgust in Weiss', horror in Pyrrha's, and… a wide, knowing grin from Nora?
"Aww yeah, looks like Jaune got lucky over spring break!" the ginger girl exclaimed, holding her hand up high. "Gimmie some, Jaune!"
He didn't. So Nora took hold of his hand with one of hers before slapping their palms together. It hurt, but Jaune was too shocked to care.
So the special report… was going to cover his night with Lisa Lavender?
"Wow, suddenly Weiss wanting to bone Neptune doesn't seem so bad," Yang commented.
"I- I- I did not want to do that with him!" Weiss protested.
As Yang and Weiss fell into one of their light-hearted squabbles, all Jaune could think about was that the whole world was about to find out he'd had sex with Lisa Lavender.
A lot.
Like, a lot a lot.
He'd made her scream and cum so much that he'd been forced to unlock her Aura.
This… was…
Awesome!
Jaune stood from the table, triumphant in the fact that soon the entire school would know that he'd banged a hot older woman. His arm lashed out, pointing to one of the table's close to theirs.
"Hah! Suck it, Cardin!"
Team CRDL may have had their boy's night, but Jaune had scored.
And in the end, wasn't that the thing that really mattered?
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Author's Note: I don't even know anymore. Don't ask. I only did this because there wasn't a Jaune x Lisa Lavender story on this site yet.
Now my job is done. Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed whatever this was.
