Beacon Bunnygirl Academy Ch. 5

“...and as you can see, projected revenues for future films show the current trajectory only going higher, and that’s even before we factor in the realities of a man, particularly one, I might add, as handsome as yourself, into my films. With my sterling record as a solo and group performer, my name as a Schnee, and all the wealth and access that affords me, it really only makes sense for you to date me!”

So this was an odd reversal of fortune.

After learning the hard way the wrong way to ask out a girl, Jaune was now experiencing the wrong way to ask out a guy… from the exact same (well, bunnified version) girl who’d he’d failed so embarrassingly with. When Jaune had received a monogrammed note slipped under his door, marked with the Schnee snowflake seal, he knew it was from Weiss. When the note asked to come to a certain room alone, he knew what she was intending. When Pyrrha slid her arms around his waist from behind and whispered, in the naughtiest purr, that Jaune should go and “make a certain princess the happiest Bunny at Beacon” he knew entirely that he’d be going.

But he hadn’t expected… he hadn’t expected a slide deck.

Weiss, though, seemed completely unaware that her chart and data-intensive presentation was anything but effective. Jaune supposed Bunnygirls didn’t really date, didn’t really think about men at all, so it made some sense that when it came time to court one, her thoughts went to a shareholder’s meeting rather than… anything else. And as a presentation went, it wasn’t bad. She had a proud smile on her face as her voice went through her presentation with unshakable confidence in what she was saying. Like… she assumed Jaune would naturally find her statistics to be so overawing that the fact that he wasn’t staring in breathless amazement was simply because he was demonstrating polite self-control.

On one hand, her presentation reminded Jaune about the Weiss he used to know, the way she would blow right through what everyone else was saying because she simply never considered anyone might have a perspective other than hers. And the old wounds of having his genuine attempts to ask her out getting so utterly shut down rumbled inside him. Yeah, she wouldn’t give him the time of day all while falling over Neptune’s obvious flirtation, but now the roles were reversed and Jaune was the one with the power to humiliate her in return.

And yet… Weiss had such angelic charm that her clear enthusiasm, the pride she took in her accomplishments made her impossible to dismiss. She was excited for this opportunity to, uh, to flirt with him, as awkward as she was, and the part of Jaune that remembered her shutting him down also remembered how overawed he’d been by her. How glamorously beautiful she was, the way she made him feel when she saw her move so confidently, so elegantly… he couldn’t possibly mistreat her, not when she was so clearly enamored of him!

Also… she had finished her presentation with a “best of” roll of glamor shots and clips from her movies. Seeing Bunny-Weiss getting taught a lesson in being a haughty bitch by the other girls of Bunny-RWBY was… was definitely making Jaune think of things other than payback.

“So as you can see,” Weiss said, a proud smile on her face, “Amongst all the Bunnygirls at Beacon, the name Weiss Schnee is synonymous with sexiness and class! Taking our relationship to the dating level promises to bring us benefits unlike anything we’ve ever anticipated romantically! So… what do you say?”

What did he say? That was an interesting question, especially coming after Weiss’s presentation. And Jaune figured he had a very good way to answer: by not saying anything.

Instead, he stood up and drew closer to Weiss, her eyes going wide as an unscripted moment interrupted her elaborately-planned presentation, and all of a sudden, she was very much on the back foot.

“I… I...” her confidence simply evaporated as Jaune drew closer, clasping her by the chin as he tilted Weiss’s gaze upwards, seeing her pale crystal eyes as they became lost in his gaze, “I haven’t… prepared for… this...”

“That’s okay,” Jaune said with a soft smile, “You just have to be Weiss, and that’ll always be enough for me.”

Jaune was actually getting used to having some kind of inexplicable mojo over Bunnygirls, but being romantic, even to the point of being cheesy, was something he hadn’t tried before. And… it got results. Weiss simply… locked up, her eyes rolling as her legs almost gave way beneath her- but Jaune was able to catch her with his other arm and scoop Weiss up in a bridal carry. The whole time he gazed down upon her lovingly and Weiss seemed completely unable to handle it. She simply swooned as Jaune carried her to the bed (obviously every room in Beacon now had a bed somewhere) and gently laid her down as she sighed happily.

“How do you...” she murmured incredulously, “how do you do this?”

Jaune just smiled as he gave her a chaste kiss. “Because a beautiful girl like you deserves no less.”

He could have shot her down. Could have humiliated or degraded her, and Bunny-Weiss would have thanked him, ecstatically, for the privilege. Instead, Jaune chose to completely blow her mind, leaving her utterly powerless against him as he romanced her senseless. And Jaune enjoyed it, especially as he stroked Weiss’s long rabbit ear with one hand (gods, that had an effect on Bunnygirls!) and with the other, he slowly traced down her body. He pinched her nipple through her corset, making her gasp, before he drifted down further to cup his palm over Weiss’s pudenda.  She was quite wet, and his finger just slipped right into her slit, making her gasp out in surprise.

In spite of the fact that Bunny-Weiss was an accomplished porn star and Jaune’s sexual experience before the world turned bunnified was basically a rounding error, he felt like he was the confident, experienced partner guiding this shy virgin Bun into the pleasures of sex. Gently rubbing her clit with his thumb, Jaune let his fingers explore Weiss’s tight slit, feeling how her folds hungrily took him in as she moaned in pleasure.

“It feels… oh sir, it feels so good!”

“Sir?” Jaune asked with a raised eyebrow as Weiss’s face turned an adorable pink hue at her unwitting slip up.

“I- I was always… always raised to s-show deference to those… oh!” she squeaked, Jaune’s fingers exploiting her sensitivity as she tried to speak, “a-and you’re such- such a powerful man and I’m… j-just a silly little Bunny, who could never compare to you! I couldn’t-”

Jaune cut off her objections with a sudden kiss, his lips crashing into hers as she was overwhelmed once more by his attentions. But she rallied quickly, and now it was Jaune’s turn to be on the back foot as she kissed him back with the softest, most delicate lips he’d ever experienced. Even amongst the Bunnygirls, Weiss had an angelic beauty that simply melted Jaune.

But as he broke the kiss, Jaune saw that he was no more caught in a daze than Weiss, her mouth hanging open, her eyes cloudy and unfocused, as a strand of saliva linked them for a moment longer. Jaune grinned, savoring the sight of Weiss Schnee utterly undone by his fingers and a kiss… and he figured he could do more.

“You’re so much more than a silly little Bunny, Weiss,” he said in a firm, but gentle, manner, his fingers stroking her pussy. “I told you: you’re a beautiful, magnificent girl who takes my breath away every time I see you...”

Weiss could only moan in response, her mind too overwhelmed to speak.

“That’s why I’m calling you… my Snow Angel.”

At her once-hated nickname, Weiss’s pussy clenched hard on his fingers, her eyes rolled up into her head as she suddenly cried out… and soaked Jaune’s hand. She couldn’t control herself, an explosive orgasm breaking across her as Jaune kept pumping his fingers into her again and again.

“Does my Snow Angel like having a nickname?” he asked, teasingly.

“Oh, oh sir!” Weiss squealed in pleasure, “I’ve never- I’ve- thankyouthankyouthankyou!”

Jaune rewarded her with another kiss, this one far less delicate and far more passionate. But Jaune couldn’t take this any longer. He’d teased Weiss enough, he’d worked her into a frenzy, and now his cock was speaking up to demand that he stop denying it what it wanted. He was rock hard, and as he freed himself from his clothing, his dick made it clear that it would not be denied any longer.

Bunnygirl uniforms were designed for easy access, and Jaune took advantage of that, swiftly replacing his fingers with his dick as he spread Weiss’s tight pussy wide open. He gasped as surely as she did as he felt how tight she was, her pussy wrapping around his dick like a glove. Every Bunnygirl he’d fucked had been blessed with an unbelievable pussy, but Weiss’s felt like a miracle as he slowly pushed forward, inch after inch disappearing into her slit.

“Oh g-gawds, Jaune,” Weiss whimpered, “It’s so… it’s so big!”

“You’re so tight,” he groaned in pleasure, “Oh gods, Weiss, your pussy is amazing!”

She squealed in pleasure at the compliment. Jaune explored it further, beginning with long, slow thrusts as he further plundered the depths of her pussy. It encircled him in a velvet vise, hungrily milking him for his cum and taking his best efforts at self control to not simply release as soon as he could. He wanted to make this moment last as long as he could, but oh, the struggle to resist Weiss’s heavenly charms!

Arching his back, he buried his shaft as deep as he could, his thrusts gaining speed and force as he made Weiss’s slender figure shake every time he slammed into her. With a hand, he yanked down her corset, letting her breasts spill out: small handfuls, but so beautifully proportioned that they were radiant gems of her figure, jiggling and bouncing in time as Jaune fucked her. Jaune leaned down to take a frosty pink nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth and flicking the hard nub with his tongue as Weiss’s clear, musical voice rose up in a wail of pleasure.

“Call me!” she suddenly cried out, gasping and panting in the throes of ecstasy, “Call me your Snow Angel!”

“You’re my Snow Angel, Weiss!” Jaune readily answered, “You’ve always been my Snow Angel!”

“Oh, yes! Yes! YES!” she shrieked, “Yours! Always- always YOURS! YOUUUUUUURRRRRRSSS!” She came explosively, her shriek of pleasure awakening a profound and possessive attitude in Jaune.

It was too much. It was always too much. But now, Jaune had learned to simply let the pleasure overwhelm him as he released in Weiss’s pussy, pumping the heiress full of his seed. She went wild with pleasure, unable to contain herself as Jaune utterly flooded her, leaving her a total, exhausted, cum-stuffed wreck… and Jaune felt a sense of total serenity settle over him for having done that to her.

As he withdrew from her pussy, Jaune heard Weiss half-mumble a final “thank you” for his services, filling his heart with yet more tenderness for the wintry maiden who’d captured his heart in the original world and had undergone a great thaw in her own heart as bunny ears sprouted on her head. He lay down beside her, putting an arm over her tired, delicate body. Cuddling Weiss close to him as she happily slumbered within his arms, Jaune marveled that this was his life. That the unachievable girl who’d turned him down so many times was not only his adoring lover, but… but that he’d been able to make her day just by romancing her. That pursuing unchecked hedonism with these Bunnygirls was making everyone happier. Was making the world better. It wasn’t selfishness to indulge their lusts, it was… it was okay.

A pleasant thought that helped alleviate some of Jaune’s stress as he, too, followed Weiss in drifting off to pleasant dreams, all while ensconced in a dream come true.

LINE BREAK BLAKE

Bunnygirl teams were more than just sexy slumber parties. Yes, regular orgies were an important part of how they forged the familiarity and bonds that made them a team, and Blake wouldn’t be half the Bunnygirl she was without her and her girlfriends regularly trying out and modeling lingerie and other costumes with each other. But as Headmistress Ozlyn was always reminding them, Bunnygirls were put in teams as part of their sacred charge: their task to fight the Grimm. Sexy pillowfights were fun, but their real purpose was in spreading positivity across Remnant. And that took discipline, focus, consideration, and in these one-on-one meetings with Ruby, Blake saw that discipline firsthand.

Right now, they were going over Blake’s latest slew of scripts to decide which ones they’d turn into movies. Porn was where Blake shined. Yes, she proudly had the best ass at Beacon, but she really saw her contribution to Team RWBY being in her skills at screenwriting, costuming, cinematography, and all the other technical elements of making a movie so erotic, it blew the audience’s socks off. And Blake felt the tingle of knowing that any one of these scripts would be putting RWBY front-and-center for the future of Bunnygirl pornography!

And… hopefully get them permission to include Jaune in a film.

The only way they could get a commodity that hot (in every sense of the word) was with Ruby championing it. And right now, she was giving Blake some critical feedback on the scripts before her, what worked, what didn’t, and what she had heard from other Team Leaders and from the Headmistress that informed what she thought to expect about using Jaune on screen. Ruby was a lot more than anyone thought of her. She played the kid sister role so adroitly that people lost sight of the fact that she was the leader of Team RWBY, and she had that role for a reason. And as she gave Blake feedback on a script where Jaune’s little sister (obviously intended to be played by Ruby) wakes Jaune up on the morning of her 18th Birthday to ask for the gift she’d always wanted, it was clear that she put RWBY ahead of Ruby.

Blake was really lucky to have a Leader like her.

As she moved on to the next script, Ruby held it up in her hands with a big grin. “Now this one, I felt this was the script you really wanted me to pick, and not just because I think you’d be perfect as the lead girl who helps encourage peace between a human man and a Faunus woman, but because…” Ruby lasciviously licked her lips, “You seem really set on a cat Faunus— and this pet play stuff sounds so fun!—but I think I know why you really wanted a catgirl, particularly an older one...”

She froze. Ruby couldn’t- she couldn’t have-

“You’re thinking Sienna Khan, right?” Ruby asked, “Because making a historic movie like this, she’s the perfect pick to represent Faunus kind, and since you know her through your parents and all, we have an in to get her to Beacon! And it’ll totally blow away whatever dumb script Carla’s gonna try!”

Blake agreed, of course, even though it wasn’t true. Yes, seeing Sienna Khan on all fours as Jaune pierced her from behind would be… very hot, and Blake wouldn’t mind the scene where she would be teaching Sienna how to better suck cock, but she was not the cat Faunus Blake had been thinking of. She had a very particular cat Faunus in mind when she had been writing the script. But it… it wasn’t a topic Blake could broach with Ruby easily. She’d only just began to admit to it with Yang, and Blake was never good at opening up about her feelings, even with her Bunnygirl sisters.

But the thought of Jaune, strong, dominant, masculine Jaune taking the Queen MILF of all Faunuskind over a table had dominated Blake’s fantasies since she first saw Jaune’s photos. Imagining… imagining her own mother naked, her curvier features in contrast with Blake’s, the both of them presented to Jaune, had become a regular fixture of Blake’s masturbation sessions. It was stupid Yang’s fault that she now had a mommy fetish and stupid Yang’s double fault for pointing out how much of a MILF her mom was! And then put Jaune into that mix with mother and daughter both getting stuffed by the same stud-

Well, was she supposed to pretend she didn’t find that hot?

But she… she would pretend to-

Wait.

Her ear twitched. Ruby, familiar with how perceptive Blake was, knew not to blow it by asking questions out loud, but the two of them silently communicated what Blake’s ears had just picked up.

They were being watched.

There were no good vantage points, cabinets, or ducts a spy could be hiding in, so… Huntsman? The thought of a man other than Jaune setting foot on Beacon’s hallowed ground turned Blake’s stomach, but she definitely knew it was a Semblance that was letting this intruder peep on them. But they didn’t know much about Bunnies if they thought a simple trick would let them sneak about unimpeded.

With a shatter of glass, Blake’s fist shot forward and the illusion crumbled away, powerless before superior Bunny senses. And behind the illusion was... a tiny girl, with pink and brown hair—a girl Blake knew.

“Neo...” she growled, the girl’s heterochromatic eyes going wide as she was recognized, but of course Blake knew who she was! She wasn’t going to be fooled by any protestations of innocence! “You were trying to steal our scripts again, you dirty thief!”

Better than a man setting foot on Beacon, but Neo was not welcome here. She tried to bolt, but Ruby was already upon her, holding the struggling girl tightly as Blake rose up and approached, her eyes flashing with wrathful justice. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to. This little thief knew why Blake was mad because she knew why she just happened to release a video where a rich, anti-Faunus bigot got taught the error of her ways via buttfucking the week before Beacon Videos released Team RWBY’s version of the same script? Yeah, they blew Torchwick Films’s paltry offering out of the water, but Blake was still pissed they got sniped! And Neo… even as she feigned total ignorance… She knew what she’d done, she knew what she was doing, and as Blake (second only to Weiss in Team RWBY for her skill with Bunny Magic) conjured up a thick, black strapon for Ruby, she knew what was going to happen now.

Ruby grinned, pressing the magical dildo against the little thief’s ass. “Oooh, Blakey!” she laughed, “I think she wanted to get caught!”

Of course she did. Dirty little thief probably touched herself at the thought of two Bunnygirls punishing her. But that just meant they really had to give it to her to teach her a lesson!

“I was thinking,” Blake purred, “if she liked Bunnygirls so much, why don’t we let our little voyeur do more than just watch?”

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Ruby asked as she pushed Neo to the floor.

“Yep!” Blake agreed as she spun around and dropped her ass flat on the spy’s face, smothering her beneath the famed Bellabooty. Neo’s objections were muffled under Blake’s plump globes, but Blake made sure to grind her butt against Neo’s face. She loved the feeling of pinning a girl beneath her butt, the way her cottontail wiggled along with her movements. It also was the perfect misdirection to give Ruby the opening to free the thief’s pussy from her confining clothes, and then Blake could really feel Neo’s objections as Ruby plunged into her pussy with a sudden, sharp thrust!

“I bet you know just how many men and women down in Vale would kill to be in your position,” Blake sighed as she got comfortable. Neo squirmed underneath Blake’s ass, but she was held tight. Blake was very good at sitting on a girl’s face, and she loved squashing this little nuisance like a bug beneath her pillowy posterior. It would teach her a lesson about stealing from Beacon!

“Next time you think about spying on Beacon!” Ruby cried out as she mercilessly sawed away at Neo’s pussy, “Remember the taste of Blake’s ass!”

“And how good it feels to be Ruby’s little toy!”

“Because Team RWBY are the sexiest Bunnygirls in Beacon!”

“And we never fail to leave a girl cumming!”

Neo couldn’t reply. Well, she couldn’t literally reply, but she was also clearly lost in the thrill of getting her brains screwed out by one of Beacon’s most technically talented artisans of sexual pleasure while Blake’s ample buttocks left her unable to breathe. All she could do was submit to the erotic assault that brought her to orgasm after orgasm as Blake and Ruby taunted her for how pathetic she was to think she could set foot on Beacon without getting fucked silly! Ha, and she was lucky! If she had come across Jaune, that magnificent stud would have left her unable to walk from his godlike cock!

Just thinking about it, thinking about the way he so masterfully turned Rin—freaking Rin!—into a slutty little puddle just from his eyes alone made Blake struggle to contain herself. She’d never even seen Jaune’s cock yet, just the outline of it in his pants, the tantalizing hint of perfection itself, but it was more than enough to make Blake start feeling dizzy. And with Neo eating her ass as she felt every one of Ruby’s masterful thrusts, it was… it was…

Oh fuck, Blake was gonna cum!

“Oh, Jaune!” she cried out in ecstasy, “I wanna- I wanna be your bunny!”

“Gah!” Ruby cried out with her, “D-don’t bring up- oh gods- Jaune, I can’t- can’t stop thinking of-”

But Blake was already deep within the spell of imagining Jaune’s eyes on her. Jaune, sexy, magnificent Jaune, flanked by that crimson haired goddess of Bunnygirls, looking on as Blake and Ruby punished a thieving slut who tried to set foot on- on his Academy! And he- he- he approved!

“OH JAUNE!” Blake cried, unable to stop herself as she squirted. She could hear Ruby getting off as well, and could feel Neo experiencing one last shuddering orgasm as the three of them finished their punishment.

Reluctantly getting off of Neo’s face (she might be a filthy plagiarist, but… her tongue was good at pleasuring a Bunnygirl), Blake turned around, arms sternly crossed, as she said, “And I hope you learned your lesson.”

Ruby helped Neo back onto her jellied legs, trying to look cross as well, but with Ruby’s darling cuteness… it wasn’t as effective. “And if you try something like this ever again,” she ineffectually scolded, “we’ll have to send you to Goodwitch, and she won’t be as nice as we were! We let you go with only six punishment orgasms!”

But Neo looked… confused more than anything? Like she was trying to place together how spying on Beacon Bunnygirls could possibly end with getting doubleteamed by a pair of sexy bitches until she came her brains out. Even though… even though… that was the obvious thing that would happen?

“You go on, get out of here!” Ruby cried, “And I better not hear you’re trying to steal more of our scripts!”

Neo didn’t hesitate this time to make herself scarce. She was quick on her feet, which Blake knew… knew from… experience?

Wait… hadn’t she… she’d fought Neo, hadn’t she? Because she was investigating Roman because of the White Fang? That… that didn’t make sense… Blake knew Neo had been stealing her scripts, but that didn’t involve the White Fang. Was she thinking about something Deery might have said a few nights ago? Blake hadn’t really been listening to the Faunus girl because most of what she was saying was variations on OH GODS YES as Blake went to work between her thighs, but that wasn’t…

Huh. Suddenly, the thought passed and Blake felt… like she’d briefly got a glimpse of another world. One of those things where you realize the name of the kid’s book series you grew up with was spelled totally differently than you remembered. But it… it felt so real, like she… did she ever own a gun? As a prop, maybe, but… why did she remember the kick of a pistol-

Blake shook her head. She was just… just a little overstressed. Script review mixed with punishing a thieving slut had her thinking… crazy things. She needed to go talk to Yang, she—and some time between her magnificent jugs—always knew how to take care of things like this.

LINE BREAK PYRRHA

With a muted giggle, Pyrrha turned away from the door. She knew Weiss would get everything she wanted once she stopped trying to be in control of everything and just… just submit to Jaune. Everything was just… just so much easier when girls realized to put him first. Even now, the thought put a tingle up Pyrrha’s spine (and another tingle elsewhere), a tangle of emotions ranging from her old feelings of pride, her champion’s dominance, but also, the gratitude she felt just being around Jaune. She wanted to do good things for him, to make him happy, to deliver unto him every Bunnygirl in the world… because he just made things better. That was what he did. He made girls happy, fulfilled their fantasies, just made the world brighter by being himself. And as a Bunnygirl, born to spread happiness across the land, Pyrrha simply had no choice but to make sure that the whole world got to experience what Weiss was experiencing right now.

Which gave Pyrrha cause. And when Pyrrha had a cause, she was an unstoppable force. She’d thought she’d had purpose before, her quest to take Beacon and rule over it as its Queen, but now, Pyrrha had found in Jaune desires that burned so intensely that all her previous goals were like the flickering of a candle. Ruling Beacon was sufficient for Pyrrha before she met Jaune. Now, as she had explained to Cinder Fall, her aspirations were so much bigger than before. She’d have the Queen of the Grimm on her hands and knees, not a scrap of clothing on her, her huge tits swinging naked in the breeze as she begged Jaune to take her. And Pyrrha would not be satisfied with anything less.

But such thoughts were unbecoming of a Bunnygirl. Even as important as it was that the whore-Queen learned her place, Pyrrha knew that her nature called upon her to be a creature of joy and sexy fun, and she reminded herself to focus on the good and not let vengeance mar her beauty.

After all, teaching Cinder and Emerald how to kiss had been a delight! Poor little Emerald was lost in a cloud of pleasure as Pyrrha mercilessly exploited her infatuation with her leader until she was just a dizzy little fuckpuppet for Pyrrha to play with! And Cinder, sweet Cinder, forced to reveal her soft, romantic side to her subordinate, couldn’t help but succumb to the joy of submission! Pyrrha had barely even had to bring her own talents into the bed before she had the two of them so twisted up in knots of love and lust that they couldn’t even begin to think a word against her.

Things were all coming together, and they were coming together beautifully.  Last night, Pyrrha had given Goodwitch the first taste of what Pyrrha could offer her. Soon, as the Deputy Headmistress fell deeper and deeper under Jaune’s addictive sway, she’d find herself meekly submitting to any request that promised to give her more time with Jaune. He had already brought Weiss in—and all of her Atlesian connections, not to mention, daddy’s money—and it was only a matter of time before more Bunnygirls found themselves under his spell. Pyrrha just had to choose which ones seemed the most strategically valuable to claim first. Weiss gave an opening to Blake Belladonna, who gave Jaune an in with the White Fang and Menagerie. Carla Winchester gave a Weiss-like entrance to Vale’s high society, not to mention, seeing Jaune dominate that loud-mouthed bitch would make Pyrrha’s day. And from there…

There were any number of ordinary girls, human and Faunus, Pyrrha could see twisting around her finger, or leaving one of Jaune’s Bunny-pets to do it for them. Have Specialist Winter Schnee discover what was supposed to be a sisterly visit turn sinisterly seductive, see Coco’s little pack of admirers get turned into devoted followers of Remnant’s one worthwhile man. Yes, it would be perfect, and she would-

“Ummm… h-hey, Pyrrha...”

Pyrrha turned to see the timid presence of Velvet Scarlatina. She’d make a fine plaything for Jaune, with her voluptuous, curvy figure, but Pyrrha knew not to show her dominant side… even if it would be fun to make Velvet whimper in submissive fear before her. No, she had to be the Invincible Doe, Beacon’s most beloved Bunnygirl for this matter. In time, she could reveal her dominant side, but for now, she just flashed Velvet a smile to melt the poor girl’s panties and said, “Velvet! So lovely to see you, I was just-”

“Y-you haven’t, um, h-haven’t happened to see a girl—human girl, not Bunny—with pink and brown hair?” Velvet suddenly squeaked, an uncharacteristically bold act for her to interrupt, and to interrupt Pyrrha of all people. Which… meant it might be serious.

Pyrrha shook her head. “Not… not that I can think of. Is there a problem?”

Velvet’s ears seemed to wilt. Usually, women in Pyrrha’s presence began to succumb to lust, especially weak-willed girls like Velvet, but instead, she seemed… too panicked by the situation to even be thinking about sex.

Which, for a Bunnygirl, meant the situation was bad.

“It’s nothing,” she lied, “She just… Blake and Ruby encountered her trying to steal scripts and they stopped her from that, but she might be still around Beacon causing mischief and, um, well, as Jaune’s partner I wanted to make sure she wasn’t heading towards him or anything!”

That… that was a situation. And a bad one. Pyrrha didn’t like the idea of this girl sneaking around under Pyrrha’s nose and trying to make a move on Jaune. Especially not a thief. Pyrrha had had to “correct” Cinder’s worldview until she understood she was Jaune’s horny little slut, just like any other woman he desired, and this unknown girl… if she had the wrong opinion about- or-

No, no matter. Pyrrha shook her head. “I haven’t seen anything,” she said, “but I’ll keep an ear out. And I’ll make sure she doesn’t try to do anything to Jaune—for now, he’s for Bunnygirl’s only, until the rest of the world is ready to properly appreciate him.”

Velvet smiled, just… just the simplest, happiest, most relieved smile to see Pyrrha put her foot down like that. As she thanked Pyrrha profusely for helping, Pyrrha felt that warm sense that she was doing the right thing for her girls. The world would simply be better once Pyrrha had Beacon under her heel and had all of its Bunnies aligned towards their true happiness with Jaune. It was simply… so obvious, and yet, she had so many to teach.

And this mysterious little spy would be a good place to start.