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This was commissioned work by a rather illustrious aurum-laden fellow named 'Kevin'.
The process for finalizing data was always elementary to any dataset. Penny Polendina, one of Atlas’ greatest creations, knew that well, as the information that she had gathered had been compiled before her. Population census data was showing a decline in the numbers of people procreating, and she knew well that such a decline would be unfeasible for the human population in due time.
‘More children equal more pleased people! Babies make people happier!’
It might have been the discussion that she had with her father about the way that people procreated, or the fact that she wished to fit in, but the test case must be presented before the General in order to ensure that the next generation would be feasible to inherit the world.
‘It will reach approval. More pregnant people who birth children will improve the world!’
She had done the research on daytime television, watching a show where several contestants had been gathered in order to date with each other to find out whether they were a match. Penny’s ginger hair was synthetic, as was most of her body save for the core, which held her Aura perfectly in place. The additional core that came with the aura-based backup systems that were slotted into place in the central nervous system.
She knew that humans wished to be closer. In the laboratory that her father had always kept spotless, there had been thirty-seven incidents of people having intimate relations, ‘blowing off stress’ as it was called. She had always tapped into the camera network in order to observe the results of human interaction, even before her body had been properly constructed by her father.
‘The General will approve of this!’
She knew perfectly well how to make the request. Three extra requests for the nanobots and the additional enhancers from the test labs. The General had stated that she had full authority over the resources in order to ensure that she had enough to function, so adding several small addendums to the request. The filing in of requisition forms and accelerating three orders for additional server space for the official statistical collection as well as the additional reserves of money in order to arrange for the greater experimental.
‘Proper allocation of resources, an information request to the Beacon Servers for the information on the students who will have to participate in this experiment… It will be glorious, and it will be scientific!’
The booking for a room at the top floor of the Vale General Hotel for the study to maintain itself, in order to guarantee results. A small feed to the hotel’s cameras and she was observing them from the camera lenses, a spectre within the system, ready to observe and ascend her learning capacities.
Through the Scroll at her side, she could detect the signal and her presence turned back to its shell body, burning with the hum of the internal engine that covered the surface not taken up by the core.
She accepted the call with the small neural link, the caller ID immediately linked with the data profile of the General. She had access due to her father's personal work on the systems. He had done her programming as well, which served her well in accessing the data. She was designed to be curious, and she was going to be a real girl. For Atlas' greater glory.
“Penny, I got your message. Do you wish to talk about it now?”
There was of course the General’s hesitation to indulge her curiosity, of course. It was always a question whether the man had the time for her, though he often said that he did. Penny knew that he was a good man, her father had told her.
“It will deliver optimal results for minimal costs. I have calculated that with the increase of people convinced to ‘date’, there will be an additional boom in productivity. With the right incentive and the requisitioned funds, I can ensure that productivity is increased.”
The phrasing was popular with the technological side of Atlas, knowing that it would look better than the logical conclusion one would draw. The General would see that the best of the best would be best served producing children, to ensure that Remnant always had apt defenders at the base. A psychological profile would need to be made of every student first, but the tests that were done before admittance often concluded many of those things before they even got to graduate the Combat School.
She could already tell the servers to send her the proper files, but she wanted to wait for the General’s go-ahead. It was all imperative to her deduction that humanity needed the boosted productivity of parental figures, be they young or old.
“This little experiment of yours… An app, a floor on the Vale General… Nanobots?”
Penny could provide answers for those, as she knew the perfect function for those.
“The app is to match those who are signed up for it to their best partner, going by a factor of nineteen different datasets, to translate their personal and physical aptitude for each other so as to create lasting relationships in order to tie them together through their shared personal profiles.”
The blood that would mix would need to be tested, and the nanobots would need to be recycled into the bodies of the people after the experiment had been fully completed. Pregnancy for most women, and men having produced six heirs. That would make sure that the gender imbalance would be dealt with.
“That sounds… doable. Why would you require a floor? Are you planning on encouraging them to be closer?”
In a certain manner, that would be the case. She had an answer prepared for that, of course, with as much research as she had done beforehand.
“Of course! I have read that for fruitful relationships to blossom, people must go on a date, and if they so wish, they would like to sleep together! It is essential that those students who have matched up, will be given the proper partner for their personality and their physical capacity!”
The answer was logical and clear to her, with how the answer came to her, the burning question of ‘what is love’ in her mind’s eye, as she tried her best to come up with the answer, as the general made a low ‘hmmm’.
“Under your supervision, let’s have this ‘app’ thing done. I am more familiar with the way that teenagers think than you’d like… but I will sign off on this. The Vytal festival is this year, and forging connections between students is an important thing… I’ll run it by the Council, stating that this is an experiment in order to foster cooperation between the students.”
The General had approved of it, so it would definitely be something worth investigating.
“I am test-ready, General! Interfacing with our test subjects through neural networking nanobots will be thrilling! I will be able to monitor all kinds of data and such through mere biometrics!”
The general could be such a wonderful superior, even with several of her colleagues often thinking about such things known as ‘ethics’. It did not violate anything of the ethical nature! People oftentimes did engage in sex for unethical practices!
“I… see. I’d liaison with the medical technology detachment on the third ship, whilst I allocate funding. Do you require anything more?”
‘I should allow for greater testing capacity… Aphrodisiacs with a known quantity of increased arousal, that would be perfect.’
She did not easily get distracted by the thought of science and such affairs, even though that nebulous thing known as a ‘friend’ still eluded her. Science was the way towards discovering the secrets of the universe, after all. That was what her father had told her when he had created her.
‘A gift…’
She should have the right mindset for something like this, obviously. With her body being mechanical, the neural web of contacts with her electrical components would be flexing the burden every morning, with the latticework catching the minor flaws every morning upon boot-up.
‘Saving a temporal copy of myself for later boot-up. I will not be held back by ethical concern.’
It was the best option.
“Backing up primary ID file to Servers, under directive Ironwood, James. Authorisation code: One Zero, Five One, Zero One, Three Two, Nine Nine Eight. Glory to Atlas, may she forever be the torch to light the world’s scientific endeavour. Entering Shell Mode for Project Procreation, under General Ironwood, James, for the glory of Atlas.”
The lack of the emotional restraining bolt was something that would allow her focus to shift from mission priority to such emotional feelings. Since her body was mechanical, she could replace parts. It would not really make much difference in the way that her body was treated, since her aura only covered the parts connected to the neural latticework that was controlled by the central processing unit within her body. She was someone who did not concern herself with things, at this moment.
‘ Deductive processing unit: Logic. Emotions: Suppressed. Engaging Unit Experimental doctrine. Engage Grafting of Personality Matrix. Deducing Processing Power for Experimentation.’
The proper procedures were in place for this. The proper routines were already being implemented, as she switched to Receive-only for thirty seconds, before she rebooted.
“Thank you for your patience, General. For this project, I will be running on Emotional Minimums, in order to ensure perfect data retrieval from all experimental test subjects. I will ensure that the app is held to every scientific standard, as well as the data profiles of the subjects from Beacon to be classified as per standard operating procedures under the Atlas Crime Code Number Seven-three-three-one subsection beta.”
The General’s expression looked humoured, but Penny did not worry too much about it, as she knew that the data would be filtered through the analytical profiles.
“I will engage with several of the technological savants of the department as well as requisitioning the necessary assets for recreative activity between sexually active teenagers, so as to ensure that there will be maximum compliance.”
There was nothing special about it, but she would ensure that the parameters would be perfect for this experiment. Every room would receive a camera and ample infusions of aphrodisiac-release valves, with minimum budget concerns.
‘A drone, or some kind of mechanical fixture within the room, in order to spread the aphrodisiacs in order to ensure test subjects are fully immersed within their base state in order to procreate and produce humans. Humanity must not die out.’
The general nodded.
“Penny, do attempt to present your findings in a swift manner, after… say, a month has passed? It would be curious to see whether any couples form. Humans are unpredictable, after all.”
The man was working off emotions, such needless things that Penny discarded for the benefit of the experiment. It would take a week to set up, for the partners to be drawn through the system of data analysis and gathering, and then ensuring that their bodies would be drawn together with chemical assistance. THe best of the best, for the genetic best match.
“I will ensure that everything is factual and that all recorded sensory data is backed up. I will initialize protocol Sigma Epsilon Beta for personal collection of data for one hour per day.”
The General signed off on it without much thought, as he knew better than she did, as always. She was to ensure that there would be statistics for others to account the tally and the statistics of the experiment’s participants.
She would ensure that humanity would continue! Atlas needs to do its best for the world!
Jaune looked at his Scroll, looking at the number of questions that had been popping on the Scroll screen since he’d had his Scroll beep with updates to the app. It had been something that had been posted on the board for them to sign up for, the exterior image of the app being in a bright green and orange schedule, and Nora had roped him into completing it. Pyrrha had tried her best to go through it, but she had opted to not do it, something about it being a ‘waste of time’.
She hadn’t really given it much of a look, but the app had been opt-in, and the questions were all aimed at their life as Huntsmen. He filled in several of the blank spaces with answers, trying to paint a good picture of himself to whoever had developed the app, several of the others in their year having dismissed the app, mainly Weiss, who’d said that it was for stupid people to do, Ruby, who preferred playing games and Yang, who preferred playing with her fists and targets. Blake hadn’t really given a coherent response, but he’d guessed that she wouldn’t.
He was pretty certain that there wouldn’t be many people who’d entered the app, and even Nora had dismissed it, but Jaune at least wanted to try. It had said that it was the perfect experience for someone in their prime, and he certainly thought that it was worth a gamble.
‘An all-you-can-eat date with a hotel suite seems like a thing that is too good to be true.’
It was the thing that had made him feel nervous, knowing that there was a small chance that he’d be the one selected to go on a date with someone that fit him, but he answered the questions.
‘Team leader, hmmm… wishes for the future?’
He wanted a big family. He wanted to come home to a wife, pregnant with his kids and several rugrats rolling around when daddy was bringing home the big money. He didn’t know what she’d look like, but Weiss was a bust, obviously.
‘A big family.’
A happy wife was something that he would wish for too, but that wasn’t a necessity. The warmth of family was something that was more important than divorce. His sisters, seven in total, had been in many relationships, and divorce had happened six times, his oldest sister having divorced twice. She’d made out like a bandit with the settlement too, but no child had been produced yet.
It had frustrated mom to no end that his sisters had never managed to keep a guy, but he’d do whatever he could to ensure that his wife and woman would be happy.
‘A nice and fit woman, who is able to be energetic and happy a lot of the time.’
That was the best he could hope for, someone who was able to bear the loneliness of a Huntsman husband. Someone who would be happy to bake him a cake, who’d not really have a big stake in things like ‘being too forward’. A good wife, who’d be happy to be with him.
‘Okay… now, to add the amount of siblings? What does that have to do with? Oh well, as long as they need it.’
Seven sisters was a good luck number, until it came to him. He wasn’t super-lucky at times, but he filled it in regardless, as the app beeped. A small ticker came up, and he wondered what that was, as the data was entered into the system with a little on-off button flickering on the screen.
Salutations!
The screen flickered, and there was a line of text on the screen.
Thank you for using the App. The Atlesian Government demands that all entrants within the project be notified that their data will be used for research purposes, and that entry within the lottery will be conditional upon pressing the ‘Accept’ button.
We take no responsibility if our results do not return a fruitful match, but we hope that you will do your duty as a man and ensure a pleasurable time for your partner.
It sounded like the right thing to hear from someone who was developing an app, so Jaune clicked on the accept button, bright green. There was a brief flashing text about the Atlas military database thanking him for the service, before the alert was pinging and he put his Scroll away, returning to his homework.
He’d find some time to check it later. Homework was to be done now.
Coco Adel, leader of team CVFY was gay. Capital G, loving the V, loving the ladies, was looking at the app on her Scroll, the database of whatever kind of mumbojumbo had been put out there.
The introductory questions had been general. What do you like? People my age. What do you wish to have for a future? A family. Would you be open to dating? Yes, she liked to date. A quip had returned only a ‘question unanswered, please provide further information’ in that robotic manner that Atlas tech always had.
She was lugging around a handbag that turned into a minigun, wore the stylish clothing and she’d been requested to upload a picture, for which she selected the first one that came to mind.
‘Ain’t nothing wrong with showing the ladies a little of what I’ve got.’
There was, of course, trouble with finding a good date. Girls in combat class that you hung around with, tended not to like pussy. That wasn’t a bad thing, of course. Coco didn’t judge, but sometimes when Professor Goodwitch strutted past and that fine ass just bounced a little too cutely, she’d had a few thoughts about detention, professor Goodwitch’s riding crop and a whole lot of entertainment.
‘Okay… preferred type? Girly, but sweet. Heroic… Yeah, that’s a girl. There’s a lot of those heroic types out there.’
That team leader from team RWBY looked like she’d be a good little sub for her if she got the booze out. A bit of booze, some ‘team bonding’ and then that redhead would be mewling a whole different tune.
‘Hair colour? Blonde. Yeah… Hmmm, I love me some blonde gals.’
She knew what she liked. Girls that didn’t take the guff, that could fire back with surprising force and pin her. Coco Adel liked the challenge, the hype, the thrill of working things up to a pitch and then rocking and blowing out all of that energy in a large gushing orgasm.
She’d never really liked the men that always flashed their muscles, their large penises in their pants, the bulging groins that girls liked to giggle about at Combat School. She had liked the female form and wasn’t ashamed to leer at the girls behind her shades.
‘Hmm… potential matches? Well, free date, and lodgings afterwards if I win. Who knows? Might score a date out of it.’
She wasn’t shy about going a bit further, and the prize of a night in an upscale hotel with a girl if they hit it off well… well, it definitely beat going home alone and giving the ol’ vibrator a buzz.
‘It exploded when I hyped it up.’
The battery hadn’t been able to contain it, sadly.
It had been something of an experiment, but that had failed. Yatsuhashi always had been very accepting of her trying out new things, though Fox and Velvet were a little leerier with how the interest for higher pleasure had gone about. Just the right problem for the right amount of firepower…
And keeping enough bullets to prove them wrong.
‘I’m going to be hyped up for some date with some cute gal… Ooh, I hope they’ve got some options.’
There had to be some kind of regulation on this thing, going by the amount of participants. Coco knew that a lot of the student body already was in a relationship, or at least considering it, and being a lesbian did put a bit of a crimp in her style, since the girls adored her in more ways than one… but she wasn’t attracted to every girl.
That always was the problem when it came down to things in the hot and sexy way, a girl that would be straight like spaghetti, but bent when wet.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?”
It was of course a good idea, she’d never guessed that they’d actually try to make a lottery out of it, but Fox’ worries seemed to be superfluous when it came down to it. He was blind, so he’d probably never have to worry about something like that, mechanical gadget assistants or not.
“Sure thing, Fox. I’m going to be right with some gal that’ll be cute, available and they even say that there’ll be a perfect match made based on our psychological profiles! The perfect girl.”
Velvet and her had tried it for a few weeks, but Velvet was not as assertive as Coco liked. She liked spunk, grit, excitement, not a little bit of weakness and some fawning. That wasn’t what Coco Adel, fashionista, enjoyed at all.
She knew that she was a hot item, that she was someone who made sure that everything was spic-span, had a platinum card at the clothes boutique and an appointment to shop there once a week.
Life was easy. How hard could it be?
‘Ooh… Eye colour? Preferred? Blue! I like me some blue!’
A blonde-haired, blue-eyed young girl with a heroic nature and dreams of a good future together.
She assumed that the ‘I want to have children’ involved adoption. She wasn’t against adopting. Girls who liked girls either found a donor or they adopted. That was how things went in the world.
‘Okay… hmm, that looks to be alright. Okay, green loading screen, little doodad… and gottem.’
You have been selected to be entered into the lottery! May you find the match that will grant you bliss. The Atlas Military has the best of intentions.
May your relationship be fruitful.
Press ‘Accept’ to accept the terms and conditions, under Atlas Military Section Seven-One-Three-Gamma, female section. For the Glory of Atlas.
It was standard jargon for the Atlesian people. Velvet’s dad was from Atlas, she thought, but the girl was shy, so she might’ve misheard a little. That was the fault of her own, but living in the moment was Coco Adel’s gig, so she’d have the right to kick butt and take names.
That’s what team leaders of the most kick-ass amazing team of second years did, after all!
‘I hope she’s up for a date that ends in the bedroom.’
She could go for some pussy right now.
Professor Goodwitch was teaching Combat Tactics next.
Like an all-you-could-eat scary buffet to her eyes.
Penny looked at the data that had been collected from seventeen students who had downloaded the app to their Scroll and entered in their details. It was slightly slanted towards the female side, leaving less men to be dispensed among them, but the results should prove fruitful.
‘Data aggregation suggests that several of the datasets are able to match up well. Miss Adel, Coco has an experienced outlook on relations, and children are not out of the question. Matching with acceptable men.’
Several discrepancies had been noted. Jaune Arc’s profile seemed to be missing several critical census data, as well as records of having attended a Combat School, though his performance in interpersonal communication, as well as a referral by a T. Cotta-Arc seemed to have ensured his acceptance. That six of his sisters were registered Huntresses or licensed militiawomen seemed to have weighed the scales, with the final approval by Headmaster Ozpin allowing for admittance.
It was perhaps the issue that came up with how the structuring of one’s merits and demerits was attained. Atlas Academy’s student grading system was very orderly, whilst the Headmasters of Beacon, Shade and Haven were much more cluttered in their administration, likely due to their lack of regimental control over their government, as with the glorious Atlesian military.
‘Executing subroutine: Gamma. Cleansing data file of emotion.’
The data shot through her cortex processor, burning a hole into her memory, throbbing with the influx of data that came from the burning inside her skull, her whole body trembling a little with every databyte that she processed. The internal capacitor was working on maximum power, in order to regulate the cooling.
It was a sign of her body starting to acclimate to things that had to be done. The app was linked to her central processor, and she was parsing the data.
Cardin Winchester, application denied. Unsuitable for the project, lack of talent and skill and psychological profile inadequate.
Russel Thrush, application denied. Unable to form proper sentences, lack of ability and unsuitable in psychological makeup.
There was the calculations to take into account, of course, when one was evaluating the personality of the Huntsmen and Huntresses taking part in this experiment. Emotions did not factor in, though the restraining bolt often dealt with such superfluous things, her creator and father having granted her life through his Aura, and the processor was there for minimal computation, in order to properly push several of the subroutines through when her conscious brain was no longer fit to do so due to fatigue or shock.
‘Ensuring genetic match is properly done.’
Blood samples from Huntsman Induction ceremonies were cross-referenced for the viability of the candidates. Blood types, emotional disturbances and violations of the code of conduct were measured against the data entered by the participants themselves, and then weighed on a scale that made her aware of how things worked for the specimens in the sample size.
Jaune Arc, application accepted. Suitable for the project, emotionally stable and nurturing according to observations by G. Goodwitch in report Zeta One Three, team leader. Skill insufficient, yet showing rapid improvement. Match priority: Alpha.
Coco Adel, application accepted. Suitable for the project, slightly arrogant and caring for her fellow teammates, according to observations by P. Port, report ‘year one CVFY’. Match Priority: Alpha.
Executing subroutine: Contact General Ironwood. Further orders necessary.
The shell that contained her processor was something that was shaped like a girl, but the internal workings were still fully automated and automatic. Penny connected to the General’s personal line, waiting for the man to answer.
“General Ironwood, a first match has been decided. I request orders to proceed.”
The experiment would be something to test out resistance to change, as well as provide incentives for the couple to continue populating the human race. It was an honour for them to be selected for the honour of being the father and mother of new humans.
Penny would need to investigate whether technology would be able to provide her with a child of her own, if it were possible at all. Her father and creator would be able to guide her with the proper technological expertise, of course.
“Ah, has there been one? Very well, send me their data, and I will sign off on the first test case. Exactly what was this submission for ‘reconstruction’ of the rooms? Bullet-proof windows? Shatter-resistant glass?”
Penny had calculated that there was a ninety percent chance that some of the test subjects would not be able to find proper agreement, and had calculated that into the budget. It would be a week or two before the renovations were made, but the hotel would only benefit from it.
“Huntsmen are known for their strength and their endurance in the art of lovemaking, so amendments had to be made, as well as an aromatic dispersal system in order to ensure that there is a proper moment for them to unify in coitus, General Ironwood.”
The emotional side that was suppressed supplied some data about ‘romance’ and such, which was parsed into the workable data. The app was still receiving submissions, yet there was nothing more that could be gleaned from that dataset right now. With how things were already advancing, the pilot test case would be the matching of Jaune Arc and Coco Adel. Reservations were already in the process of being booked, in order to ensure that there would be six candidates already selected. The primary test case would be to ensure that there would be one success story at least to be created, with the highest amount of matching parameters.
“If they want to, that is. You are not forcing people to do anything they don’t want to, of course.”
The General had such moral and ethical concerns, obviously. The flesh that he inhabited was nothing compared to the metal shell that she wore in order to ensure that she was combat-ready and active whenever it was required.
“I will not force them to be intimate, General. This experiment is not to harm, but to ensure that they proceed towards such a thing by their natural urges.”
The aphrodisiacs were carefully calculated for maximum dispersal through an aerosol dispersion method, as well as the foods that were on their ‘special menu’. Aphrodisiacs laced through them in order to stimulate blood flow and maximum engorgement of the sexual organs in order to attract the best mate.
‘It would be a good thing to record their interactions.’
She would need to requisition some cameras for the recording of their engagement, and how it would play out. The aphrodisiacs would be purged from the system after their aerosol version was put out into the rooms, with the food-additive aphrodisiac only fostering closeness.
“Very well. Would you need some sort of recording device in order to ensure that the details are properly documented? Interviews with the participants afterwards would be mandatory, to see whether it is appropriate, correct?”
The General was a few steps ahead of her, Penny noted. It was good that his blessing rested with this project, especially since she knew that many students nowadays were more or less active in the field, and their population continued to drop due to accidents and such.
‘A contraceptive neutralizer in pill form, in order to ensure that they will be more amenable… Phrase it as a free sample of a health drink, according to the Bureau of Field-Testing Rations.’
“Permission to requisition several chemicals, General Ironwood? The nanobots will observe the participants, but another additive would make the experiment succeed with greater success.”
The General was fairly ignorant on the tactical application of such medication, yet her father had worked as a fertility specialist once upon a time.
It was what a regular scientist would do for their profession, and the neutralizer could be branded as a ‘stress reliever’. It was often said that sex relieved a great deal of stress, and with the chemical composition remaining fairly neutral, she would be able to ensure that it was ‘all-organic’.
The nanobots would be flushed out of the system after the seventh day of their use, their trace materials ensuring that the body would receive a minor boost.
‘A latticework of neural webbing to experience things myself… Emotion dampeners are fading, it seems.’
“Penny? Are you still present?”
The General requested her attention, as she installed another neural bolt in order to replace the one which had fizzled out. She kept spares.
“I am working at capacity, General! A replacement part had to be installed in order to continue operating at peak performance. Glory to Atlas and to the great military which guards it!”
She had to work on this.
The camera feeds would be linked to her neural network, which required a small input jack upgrade.
It would work out.
Jaune looked at the app, seeing the green icon light up and show that there had been a match made. The notification had been very muted on his Scroll, so it had taken him until late at night to see it, and he was aware that the profile that came with the app’s partner was flickering on the screen.
‘Okay, so she’s 18, a little older than me, into fashion and being a huntress. Hmm… A little strange, but girls are always like that.’
His sisters had imparted him with a lot of girly skills, like dancing, sewing, knitting, repairing cars and cooking, so it wasn’t strange that it would be a girl who would not have these traits. This was all in order to find the best partner for him, so it would make some sense if the partner didn’t have those traits, though he noticed that she seemed to be very girly in her own way, but sounding like a bit of a dick.
It wasn’t all that bad though, since those attitudes often melted away with the first boyfriend. His older sister Sapphire had been nicknamed the ‘hell bitch from the Arc lane’, and she’d mellowed out so quickly after she’d met her boyfriend Ethanol that it had been a surprise to find her trying to bake cookies and try not to burn the house down with them in it.
He’d have to make sure that the date went well, so they’d get along. Meeting new people was making more friends, as his mom always said. Ruby was a sweetheart, but he wasn’t going to be trying to meet with a 15 year old. He had some sensibilities, of course.
You have been selected for our first date, student Jaune Arc. Please, proceed to read through the profile of your match. Her name has been obscured out of privacy concerns. It is our desire to make you two engage in a natural fashion, as if it were just an average meeting.
Please, press the ‘Accept’ button at the end, out of a desire to participate in this experiment, and waive all rights to seek recompense from the Atlas Military.
He had looked through the profile and found nothing out of the ordinary. It was a date, something sweet, cute and probably going to be a bust, but the app had found the right partner for him, so he’d try it out at least once.
You have accepted this partner, and the app will parse their response once all data has been compiled into a readable format. Please wait. Processing.
Coco heard her Scroll ping a few times and she opened the app up, Velvet leaning over her shoulder, peering at the screen with her.
“Looks like I got a date, bun. Okay… Age, seventeen. Hmm, good at cooking? Damn, I think I just scored a cook!”
The rest of the profile wasn’t something that she paid too much attention to. It looked fine. Weight wasn’t included, but she hadn’t included it either, and ‘team leader’ was the important thing. She liked a girl that liked to be active, and a Huntress was just up her alley. If this was really a good matching site, she’d recommend it to her fellow Huntresses! This was kick-ass.
“Momma’s going to score a date, bun. Okay…’
You must select the ‘Accept’ option for our processors to be able to match. Your match has agreed upon the match, and is waiting for your input.
She’d press the accept button. This was going to be amazing.
Congratulations! The match has been made and reservations are being processed. Atlas wishes that you enjoy your date.
It was mighty nice of Atlas to be stimulating teens getting out and dating. It was a good bit of service.
He was looking at the match blip on the Scroll, the sunglasses-wearing huntress opposite him at the table looking at him with decidedly disappointed eyes, the sunglasses pulled up, the beret that she wore half-askew, and then pulled off.
“I’m not exactly into men, John.”
He corrected her there.
“It’s Jaune, actually. The algo-whatever, seemed to have matched us up on our preferences.”
It wasn’t that she was a bad-looking girl. Jaune had expected something else, not some bodacious babe wearing a dress and a weird beret, with her handbag looking like it had been one of the types from a high-end fashion store.
“It seemed to have missed that I was looking for women.”
Jaune supposed that it was something of an error, indeed, but he smiled.
“Dinner’s paid for, so eh… how about we just take advantage of the food, okay? We don’t have to match, it’s up to us, after all, so eh… let’s be friends?”
The older girl sighed, shaking her head softly, before she cracked a grin.
“Well, the food would be wasted if we did. So, what do you think we should go for? You’re good at cooking, right?”
He was. He liked to see what took the longest when he was cooking for the family, and his sister Saphron had deemed him ‘the best chef’. There was always that to brag about a little.
“Seven sisters, ah, one of them likes women too. She married a wife and we had to do a little donation.”
It wasn’t strange doing that for family. Terra and Saphron didn’t have the ability to make a baby, so he’d donated it. It was no obligation for him, but he knew that it made them happy.
“That’s cool. I’m a team leader. Got me a mountain of a man and a blind Vacuan, oh, and a rabbit Faunus. She’s shy, but getting over it.”
He remembered the bunny girl, and the team emblems, it had all been sent to the Scroll in order to recognize each other.
“My team’s got Pyrrha Nikos as my partner, Nora and Ren, they’re kind of a thing, but they’re not ready to say it yet. She’s been sneaking looks at him for most of the time we’ve been in the dorm, and I’m pretty- Oh, thanks. Eh, we didn’t order soup yet.”
He was sure that they hadn’t placed an order, the waiter offering a polite smile.
“It’s the appetizer, to whet the appetite. The courses for tonight were selected by the sponsor for this event.”
‘Well, time to trust them then.’
He didn’t think that the Atlas Military would do wrong things to citizens of another kingdom, as Coco took a spoonful from the soup.
“So, is Pyrrha Nikos into girls?”
Jaune doubted it. He’d never seen her look at other women like Saphron did, and he was pretty sure that there was nothing in her mannerisms that even hinted at that happening, as Coco looked at him, clearly finding something amusing about what he was doing right now, the peppery soup making his throat burn.
“Good luck with her then. She’s still single, I reckon, so you’ve got a shot.”
It was a little strange, but they’d been provided with a single drink and a pill to take, something that would be a vitamin booster, for an upbeat nature. He’d drink whatever was put in front of him, of course, but it was still an awkward moment for him when the Atlesian soldier had held out the shake and the pill.
Three hours later, he was laughing at a joke that she’d made, feeling hot under the collar. He’d worn his favourite Pumpkin Pete hoodie, something that hadn’t escaped the accurate fashionista’s eyes, and they’d traded some tips on how to wear a dress.
“And I said, damn, are your eyes just wet, or do I need to walk by again?”
His erection had been giving him a little problem for the past half hour, as the ice-cream dessert was brought out, shaped in a swan-like shape, Coco laughing a little, as he could see her nipples poke against the fabric of her dress. It was a little strange, but they didn’t let that hold them back, Coco’s expression amused more so than offended, as he entered combat with the swan.
“That’s funny, Coco. See, a brave Huntsman slays a swan Grimm!”
He was aware of how it felt, as she giggled. The sunglasses were off and she looked pretty much like a good-looking girl, and he licked his lips. If she wasn’t gay, then he’d have maybe hit it off. The personality match was fine. She listened to him a little better when he was authoritative.
“Hmm, brave huntsman, eh? I think I had a bit too much. Oof, those drinks hit like a truck. Makes a girl feel warm on the inside, a pity you can’t drink yet.”
The drinking age for Huntsmen was eighteen. It would be silly to use the civilian drinking age when you were flung into combat with Grimm every damn day if there was a job, so it was loosened.
“They offered a hotel accommodation for if we wanted to stay out. Going back to Beacon now would be…”
He checked the time, and he noticed that it was nearly eleven. She was fun to hang out with, certainly.
“Alright, alright… Let’s finish off the dessert and then go for the hotel. They’ve booked a single room, but I’m used to bunking with guys. Team leaders…”
He finished the saying for her.
“Have to make sacrifices. Heh, Professor Goodwitch always says that when she’s doing a leader seminar, trying to get us ready.”
Coco nodded.
“Unf, I’d like to bend her over the lectern and show her what a girl feels like.”
Jaune gave a hum of agreement.
“She’s someone that makes you feel like you’d definitely have something to come back to.”
They even liked the same type of girl, which was sweet. Too bad Coco was a lesbian, or else… well…
He’d find something to do.
Coco felt woozy, as they entered the cool hotel room, after being directed there by one of the people. Her nipples were hard as rocks in her dress and the guy she’d entertained all night wasn’t all that bad. The shades had gone back on after they’d left the restaurant. It wouldn’t do to look uncool to her onlookers, after all.
She’d never really laughed as much as she’d done during that date, but she most definitely wasn’t attracted to a guy, on a sexual level, at least. Not whilst trying to think steadily, of course. Not like her pussy wasn’t leaking sexual fluids down her thighs as she trembled a little, and he looked concerned. A puff of something, and her nipples got even harder, as the aromatic spray seemed to puff from the device at the table, spreading a sweet lilac scent.
It was a scent that she quite liked to wear herself. Girly, of course, but she was a bad-ass boss babe, and he was very gentle in how he held her. He didn’t go for her breasts, he didn’t go for her pussy, and she’d definitely seen his erection struggle against his pants, and she knew on some level that if that went in a woman, she’d want more of it.
‘Just tough it out a little, find a bit of extra time… work it out between you and him and…’
She was gay, so she didn’t just have a hot flash of need. It wasn’t that he looked effeminate, that he’d made her laugh or anything, or that her pussy was throbbing with arousal. He was funny, he was a little bit of a dork, but when he corrected her with that strong voice, it hit that little snag inside her chest that wanted a dommy mommy, even though she was used to taking control of things.
He wasn’t too bad on the eyes, for a guy. Not the bulging muscles, but an easy smile. A little boyish, but if she thought of him as a girl, she’d feel her engine rumbling to life between her legs.
It wasn’t… right, to like a guy. She didn’t feel attracted to guys, but it felt really awkward. Her nipples could probably cut steel, as she pushed her hair up a little, feeling her cheeks grow hot. It wasn’t her orientation, but he was definitely looking like it’d be a fun time.
“Are you okay?”
She wasn’t. She could see that bulge in his pants, and she felt her pussy burn. Already, she was so horny that she’d need something to help her out, and she glanced at the clock. It was late. If she went to bed now, she’d lie there for a few hours and be horny, probably due to the food.
‘I need something…’
She could see him move a little more to get comfortable. He bulged. Her throat felt dry. He’d been funny, he’d been pretty cool and entertaining and it was a blonde with blue eyes. He could pass for a girl, and she’d really like something…
“I… I think I need the bathroom. I’m- Must’ve been the food, hehe.”
Coco’s mouth opened as he got up. She didn’t want to, but she groaned at him.
“Help me to the bathroom, Arc. I’m... “
She was feeling the urge to have sex. She’d not had this level of horniness, as he picked her up. It was strange, feeling a man’s hands on her. She felt strange, weird and her pussy dripped.
“Bathroom? Yeah, don’t worry, I got you. My sister’s had a- well, that’s not important.”
They went to the bathroom and she was put down on the toilet. She parted her legs and pushed the underwear (her lucky pair) to the side, to release the pent-up bladder, and embarrassingly flushed.
‘This was not how it was supposed to go.’
She was watching him, and she felt her body tremble, her lower body throbbing as she could see his erection, pushing against his pants. It smelled like a boy. Something that she instinctively railed against mentally, as her hands rubbed over it. It was warm.
It was pretty damn warm, as she tugged on his pants. Her throat was dry as she looked at him, as she tugged at his pants.
“You need to go too, right?”
She got up, her pussy burning with hotness, shame and more running through her mind as she groped at him.
“Let me… let me help out a bit.”
He looked flushed, like a girl that she’d just convinced to fuck her. She wanted to fuck, she needed to fuck, she was burning up with the need that came with wanting to fuck. His belt was in the way, so she pushed his pants down, staring at her first cock. It was not a shameful sound that she made, but rather one of surprise.
‘Holy shit, I thought Yatsu was big but this-’
Huge, hard and veined, and it looked bigger than her vibrator, it smelled like- well, she didn’t really know what men smelled like, but it was irresistible. She got off the toilet and then aimed it at the toilet bowl, pushing the seat up.
“You’ve got to go, right, I’m- I’m in the way.”
Coco Adel did not lose her composure.She didn’t stutter, nor did she give a long look as her hand grabbed that shaft and she tugged. She was just helping a guy with a boner, and she was stroking it for a bit. A little bit, just-
‘It’s warm.’
She had decidedly un-lesbian thoughts. Unlesbian thoughts that made her want to crawl into bed and get a big hard cock pounding away at her, as she knew that this went against everything she liked, but the feeling of a hard dick in her hands never went away. It was hot. It throbbed. The head was purple and it looked like it was bursting a little. The pre-seed made her head spin, as she felt lightheaded, even with him doing his business.
“You can stop, eh…”
She realized that he’d stopped and that she’d started to jerk. Her, Coco Adel, fashionista, team leader and bona fide lesbian, was jerking a guy’s cock, her pussy burning.
“Ah, I’ve not really-”
She was so wet that it dripped down her thighs. He looked her into the eyes and smiled.
‘If he tells me to get on my knees and do it like the porno girls do, I’m not-’
She wondered what it would taste like. A rational part of her mind was hoping that he wouldn’t. Her pussy wanted something to fill it.
“You’re a little sick, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’m a bit- I think the food was a little bit too spicy. Lots of dishes that’re good for vitality, so I’m- It’s still a little hard, I’m not fully-”
‘It’s not fully hard yet!?’
She gawked. Like a schoolgirl out on her first Grimm hunt, she gawked at him, and whilst she gawked, her hand grabbed his balls.
‘Oh gods.’
“Do you want me to help?”
This was out of character. She must’ve drank some wine. Definitely alcohol. She knew how to party, yes. This was a bad dream, but her throat ached for something, anything.
“You’re a lesbian, so I’d rather- I can deal with it myself. I’m sure it’s just the fun that we’ve had, the-”
Her mouth was definitely not working right. She’d given the worst-ever handjob, not even getting the guy fully erect, and now he was saying no to some female assistance? When she was offering to help him out?
She grabbed his hips and put his cock in her mouth. It wasn’t exactly the taste she’d like, but she crammed his cock down her throat and sucked, like she’d imagined a guy would like. He made a strangled sound as he filled her mouth with his massive dong, his hands grabbing her head.
It was something she’d never have expected of herself, but he was filling her throat with his cock nevertheless, her throat bobbing a little. It was large man-meat filling her mouth. The spongy head was salty, and she gagged a little, but his hands on her head was some kind of strange panacea, as her lips pressed to the flesh.
‘Funny, look at me… sucking a guy’s dick. Never expected I’d do this.’
She hadn’t expected this. She didn’t expect it at all, but the feeling of him holding her head and gripping it was something that made her pussy clench. The domineering manner of a girl that overpowered her and gave her something to be hyped about was a bit of a thing that she liked, when a girl was just as assertive as she was, and he pushed her head away.
“You’re gay, I’m not- You’re acting strange.”
Her pussy burned, and she tried to lick at his cock.
“I’m horny as fuck, Arc. I’m so fucking horny my nipples can be used to fucking cut glass.”
She wasn’t feeling alright anymore, but the thought of something to quench her desire, as she looked up at him. She hated penis, she hated dick, she hated the thought of being with a man but right now, she was throwing those values aside.
“B-but this is just a date, and-”
She grabbed his balls and looked at him with her eyes looking up, showing her teeth at him in a growl.
“I need it, Arc. I’m- Let’s get to the bed, alright? I’m sure that I can throw away my Gay card for the night, since I’m feeling horny.”
One exception for a lifetime. She’d accept that, and she really needed something, or else she’d go mad. She saw his hardening cock, growing even bigger. It looked like a bludgeoning weapon, her throat swallowing again.
‘That’s going to be screwing me… Oh gods.’
The guys back at Beacon would be surprised to see her look this needy, and she wasn’t going to be complaining about it in the morning, as she got onto the bed and then spread her legs. He looked like he was in pain, as he got out of his pants.
‘Curse those sexy eyes.’
It was an un-gay thought, Coco thought to herself, as she could see that large meat rod hang there between his legs, those thick testicles laid there like ripe plums. She swallowed heavily at the thought of those big balls emptying themselves in her face. She’d seen porno movies before, and the men had always had large dicks, but… this was insane.
“Are- Are you sure you want this? I don’t want to-”
He loomed over her and she grabbed him, his balls rubbing over her stomach, as his cock bumped against her tits, the dress still covering her a little, her hands jerking it off, revealing her toned stomach. She had an odd thought, as she grabbed that big fuck-stick in her hands and then jerked it clumsily.
“Push it between my tits, Jaune. Let me see whether I’ve got a titty fuck for you.”
If she was going to go straight for a little encounter today, she’d at least do her best to make sure that he had fun. She could feel his hot hard shaft between her breasts, as she looked at him, her tongue licking over her lips as she pushed her modest chest together, feeling how warm he was. He smelled like something manly.
‘He’s a man. You like girls, Coco. You like girls, and-’
His hands were bigger than hers, grabbing her breasts. It felt a little like she was being guided, as he thrust between her breasts. He wasn’t ready to blow yet, she guessed, as thin pre-cum gushed from the head onto her breasts. She could smell his scent in the air, that heady smell that came with every thrust between her breasts.
Coco was a team leader. She wasn’t some meek follower, or some waif who wanted to be bossed around, normally. But when she was this aroused, when his palms were pressing against her hard nipples and applying pressure, she felt like she was the little seedy bitch in his team, squealing for his cock. She’d heard tales of team members being involved, and Velvet definitely wasn’t dating anyone yet, but this was different, as his cock clumsily slid between her arguably humble breasts. She wasn’t stacked, but the feeling of his cock lubricating her tit-flesh was something that she shivered from, as she saw the one-eyed cyclopic head between her breasts poke at her.
‘I’m gay.’
Her pussy burned.
“Fuck me, Arc. Fuck me, and-”
He squeezed her breasts and she came. It was an immodest squeal that came from her throat as she felt her pussy contract, nearly pissing herself at the eruption below, as he looked at her with that look that made her even wetter, shuddering a little with her need.
“We should clean that up, later.”
It brought to mind something like a submissive housewife. Coco felt embarrassment at the thought of being forced to wear an unfashionable apron, to be bent over a table and to be railed by her husband, with a-
‘Not-gay thought. I like girls, I’m not- oh god, that was a good orgasm, my toes are tingling.’
She could feel it in her lower body, as he continued to gently push his cockhead forwards between her breasts. The image of her as a housewife, forced onto a table and hearing him groan in her ear that she was getting child number nine…
“Are you okay?”
The image popped like a burst soap bubble, as her eyes looked at him, his concern almost feminine, but that big tool between her breasts was still the most masculine thing he’d ever displayed to her.
“Yeah, I’m… that was an orgasm, alright. So… did you-”
A thick dollop of pre-cum hit her skin and she shuddered at the feeling of the heat of that pre-cum. It was warm, almost scorching her skin, her nipples still hard.
“I didn’t cum yet, but I wanted to-’
She pushed him off her, getting up, her breathing heavy, looking at that baseball-bat-like dick that stood erect between his legs.
“Listen, Arc. Dude, guy… I’m doing this just this once. I don’t like guys.”
She tried to resist that weird urge to be dragged into the bedroom by the man that was her husband, to be growled at for being ‘weird’ for insisting that she was gay and then cumming her brains out. It was just the weird mood she was in, probably due to the guy being really sweet and-
She just might think he was the only guy she might kind-of-maybe… consider.
“But since we’re both in need of something, and i’m feeling charitable, I’m-”
He reached to pluck her sunglasses from her nose, looking her in the eyes. She trembled a little, feeling naked without them. Nobody touched the glasses.
“I’d like to look into the eyes of the woman I’m making love to.”
‘This motherfucker- You-’
She was weak to that kind of thing. She wore the shades to check out girls, to check out different styles in the mirror, but his blue eyes were staring right into hers. She reached out and grabbed a hold of his head, and then pushed him down into a kiss.
Her tongue was shooting down his throat, tonguing it like she tongued vagina, even with those blue eyes stunned, before he quickly assumed the more domineering position. Her body was lifted up by strong arms and then put on the bed, his hand on her tit, as that thick trouser snake rubbed against her thigh.
“Coco, I’m- Just don’t-”
She growled at him, and she felt the big blunt head rub against her thigh.
‘This is it. This is it, I’m going to lose my Gay card after this, I’m not-’
He stopped, looking at her and brushing her cheek with the palm of his hand.It made her stare at him, as he stared into her eyes. Her weakness for blondes was starting to play up again.
“I want you to feel good. If you don’t want to, I can get that. My sister isn’t into guys as well, and I’d hate for you to make a mistake.”
She made a frustrated sound, feeling the pussy burn below her in her thighs, as she grabbed his head.
“Do it, you wimp. I’m giving you a free pass and I’m allowing you to-”
Fire in those blue eyes, strength of character that shone through, as he fixed her with a look that made her feel a little weak. He was funny and charming in his own dorky way, but now, he was looking at her with a look that made her wet as a faucet that’d burst.
“It’ll be when you feel good, Coco. Even if we don’t do more than just a night, I want you to feel good. You’re a good person.”
This was complex.
“Then… I want to get laid.”
He smiled in that way that made her heart beat a little faster. It might’ve been the food, but when that big cock of his laid between her thighs, still hard, she licked her lips.
“Alright… Let’s go as gentle as we can. It’s my first time.”
It was her first time as well, but Coco didn’t think too much about that. She wasn’t thinking too much about the specifics, knowing that he had a dick the size of a leg (with some minor exaggeration on her part), her head turning.
“Got any c… no, i don’t think they’d have your size.”
The birth control pills that she took were going to work out like a charm indeed. Thanks for unforeseen medical conditions… yay.
“I’ll pull out?”
He suggested, and for a moment, Coco had a feeling of bad thoughts again. Being his wife and pumped full of spunk, chained to the sink with three screaming brats around her and their father coming home and her acting even more domestic than before.
‘Gods… I’m really… Shit, whatever. You only live once, after all! It’ll be fun, he’s a nice guy to hang out with, and who knows, we can go clubbing together sometime?’
This was just a one-time thing.
“I’m on the pill, Arc. Don’t worry, those little swimmers won’t be getting me with a brat.”
Her pussy was wet already as she said that, imagining him just-
‘Gay thoughts… Gay thoughts. You like girls, other guys are icky, and you’re going to-’
The image of that titanic shaft throbbing and seeding her threw a wrench into her thoughts.
‘One exception. I’m horny. He’s horny. He’s-’
She’d act straight for once.
“And act a little more confident. I’m not going to let you get away with some girly behaviour, act like a man for once. You remind me of Velvet, and that’s not- You hear, just act like a guy and wield this dick!”
‘Oh shit.’
He had that fire in his eyes, as that big fat dick of his dragged over her skin. He was… tall. Not Yatsuhashi-level tall, but she felt very… small. Small and petite, as that big stave of dick rubbed against her pubes. She didn’t feel like she had the ability to take a breath, her eyes biologized by the way that he rose over her.
“If you want.”
The head barely felt like it’d fit. She felt the head prod against her pussy, Coco’s eyes going crossed when the staff of sex pushed into her. It felt like that first time she’d tried getting a huge toy into herself, but-
“W-woah, I’m-”
Her pussy muscles relaxed and Coco’s mouth opened in a wheezing scream, as the air was knocked out of her as she gave way. Her eyes rolled back as three-quarters of his shaft entered her, her eyes tearing up with the actual pain, looking down at her groin and seeing the effects of something bigger than any toy she’d ever had.
‘He’s not even inside me fully… oh fffuuuuck.’
And then, he stopped. Tears were leaking from her eyes as that big hard shaft filled her up with that hard baby-breeding stick, her breathing still shallow, as her eyes stared at him with a question about why he’d stopped.
“Are you okay?”
She gasped and wheezed a little.
“F-fuck me.”
And then, a little pop and she felt how she lost consciousness for a moment, as her cervix let him in and she felt how he filled her up to the root of his cock.
‘Oh gods… oh gods… Oh gods, oh gods… oh holy brother gods, I’m-’
The orgasm was very immodest. She was whining at him, clawing at him enough to make his Aura shimmer, as he started to slowly move, insults and foul language that she’d rarely used in the bedroom coming from her lips, telling him to not stop.
He worked with her demands. Every thrust he gave made sparks ignite inside her mind, burning through her nerves as she felt him slide that big hard cock inside her, letting her tremble, her legs wrapping around him as she hissed at him.
“You can do harder, Jaune. Get the punch for the b- oh shit, come on, give it to me harder, I’m-”
His hand grabbed her throat and she was choked, and she remembered very briefly that she’d said something about that, as she felt herself being choked by his hand, his cock not even ready to cum yet. He’d been giving her orgasm after orgasm, pounding away at her pussy without even stopping, and not letting her get in a word edgewise, as her cheeks flushed from the lack of air.
‘That’s it, that’s it, that’s it, oh fucking yes!’
Lesbian domination porn had been something that she’d been into, but the throat-grabbing bastard that was now pounding her ovaries into little joy buttons with that fat huntsman-grade cock of his was making her get some very wrong ideas.
Wrong ideas about her being a housewife, being pregnant with his baby and then feeling him slide right in, whimpering at him like some obedient bitch and knowing that she’d be cooking him dinner…
‘Oh gods, I’m fucking going to cum again.’
This whole dating thing gig was actually pretty okay, if she got her brains full of mushy-little-cummy feelings.
“I’m going to cum. Coco, I’m going to cum, I’m going to-”
He clenched his hand around her neck and Coco’s eyes rolled back as she clenched her pussy around that big hard cock, her Semblance firing off, as she felt his eruption inside her. Hot, warm spunk shot into her like a water cannon, her breathing sharp and harsh, as she came. It wasn’t just an eruption, it was an orgasm that rippled through her body.
He rutted against her, as his hands left her throat and she realized that her legs had locked him in. Ultimate submission to a man, begging him to fertilize her like some woman that loved men, but she felt the euphoric high shoot through her, as her arms just fell down onto the bed, her eyes looking at the ceiling, as he just continued to rut.
Globs of cum dripped past her pussy lips, as Coco could feel him still thrusting, the manual application of said motions now taken over by the instinctual. He was doing his duty as a man.
She was still liking girls, but she couldn’t deny that his cum felt hot inside her womb. It had been hot when he’d penetrated her and it’d been hotter when she’d had that orgasm crash down on her like a lightning bolt.
“Coco… ah.”
He was moaning her name, as she just laid there, watching him get up, that cock half-flaccid after that eruption, coated in white spunk. It stunk.
It reeked of male cum and Coco felt her nipples harden at the smell of it. She shouldn’t want this, but when there was a small stream of semen that splattered onto her stomach and he gave her a look of embarrassment, the smell heavy in the air, the feeling inside her belly turned to warm and content enjoyment.
“Oh… Oh. That was… Wooh. Woah… you were my first guy, you know?”
He looked at her and Coco had another flash of that weird fantasy of being married to the guy, pumped full of cum every night and hearing him come home. It was strange but it wasn’t bad.
“If- You were my first too, and I l-”
She placed her finger against his lips, cutting him off. If the L-word was spoken, she might actually agree.
“It was a date, we spent the night together, and nobody should need to know about what two young people did in their hotel room, alright? I’ll… hmmm… let’s get you kitted out fashionably, and you can just-”
A sharp look. It made her want to call him daddy, in a weird way. Her nipples weren’t stiff for a reason that was bad.
“If you’re getting pregnant, I’m going to take responsibility. An Arc always takes responsibility and-”
Her hand was clapped over his mouth, as she empathically shook her head. She was definitely fond of the ladies, but she most assuredly wasn’t going to ever submit to the thoughts of being his girl, even if there was a whole brood of screaming brats there and-
‘Maybe keeping him around as a good friend should be… it should be fine, right?’
“Listen, Jaune… We’re not dating. I’m on the pill. The chances of me getting pregnant are less than- well, less than zero. I’m taking my pill, every week.”
He looked relieved, even with Coco feeling a slight stab of something inside her chest that told her that she might’ve wanted it not to be like that. It had felt good. It had felt very good and the thought of being forced down by him and hearing him growl in her ear that he was going to make her his slutty little house-wife…
‘Shhhittt… Shit. Shit. Now I’m thinking about it. I’m-’
She hadn’t really felt those feelings before, but she held her hand steady, before she looked down at that dick. Half-flaccid, it looked like a bent branch.
‘If…’
Once you tried it, you better commit.
“Just for this night, Jaune… How about we just treat this as a no-strings-attached thing, huh? I was planning on bringing a girl to the room, get some action… So how about you find some balls, huh?”
She grabbed them. They were the size of mandarins, easily. Her hand felt only one of those balls and she gulped a little. He was massive.
‘Confidence, Coco. I’m not shy like a wallflower, and I can do this too!’
“Do your worst, Arc. Treat me like the little slutty bitches you see in porn.”
He hesitated, she could tell that already from how his eyes shifted their gaze, before he sighed.
“Friends after this, alright?”
His cock was growing harder. Coco didn’t know whether this was the right idea. She grinned, nevertheless.
“I might just take your girls from you, if you don’t-”
Fire lit in his eyes and she was pressed against the bed on her back, roughly.
“Don’t go and do anything to my team, Coco.”
She grinned confidently.
“Then wear me out, big boy. I’m-”
He’d do that, she guessed, with how hard his cock got.
Coco opened her eyes, aware of the guy next to her in the bed. Her groin hurt and ached, and his arm was currently laid on her tit, grabbing it.
‘So that was when he was going at full-power.’
She didn’t feel like getting up.
He’d…
He’d been almost feral. Feral and loving, his teeth biting down on her neck and just driving himself deep inside her.
‘Woah… hoo. That was… great.’
She liked girls… but this hookup had been great.
It’d been…
‘God, I feel like I’m… shit. I think I lost control.’
Hissing at him to cum inside her, to convert her into a housewife and to breed her like some sort of champion mother, had not been in her playbook. If she’d been told that she’d be growling at a man after a date to knock her up and enjoying his dick clearly with said egging on taking a more risque tone.
“Ah… Coco.”
He woke up and Coco grinned.
“So, I guess we’d better shake off the sleep, make sure that we get back to Beacon casually… right?”
Already, that was not something that she’d be capable of doing so easily, but… well, he was a nice guy. Sweet, if he’d been a girl a definite keeper. She knew that she’d have that sweet little line already on her lips if she’d indeed been matched with a hot blonde team-leader… but that wasn’t going to be happening.
“So, how about you and I make this a little duet, huh?”
Not gonna happen.
She closed her eyes and then felt him pick her up. She let him hold her, as he carried her into the bathroom.
She was washed and on the Bullhead to Beacon with him sixty minutes later.
“Hey guys, I’m back.”
She just wanted to pass out for a bit now, as she found her bed and then dropped down to let herself rest a little, Yatsu giving her a look that definitely was concerned, as Fox fiddled with his vision aide.
“Fun date?”
Coco made a sound in the back of her throat, closing her eyes and leaving a small sigh as her response, Velvet entering, and then freezing up.
“Hey there, V. I got back.”
Velvet looked at her with a queer expression on her face, watching her, Coco feeling too tired to really put a word out for Velvet’s weird observation.
“So… What were they like?”
Coco shrugged a little.
“Fun. Kind of shy, but not- not really what I normally go for. The match-up software probably had a few bugs, but yeah… It was fun. Learned a few new tricks.”
Velvet sat down on the bed and then poked her in the side.
“And what’s his name?”
That got the attention of everyone, as Coco clued in to Velvet’s Faunus senses.
“Y’know, sometimes I don’t like that you always know the stuff, Bun. And for the record, I said ‘not really what I normally go for’. That means, this was an extraordinary situation and-”
Velvet gave her a deadpan look.
“Coco, you smell like you had a marathon session with ten guys. Whatever you two did, you reek of hormones and excitement. Was he that good?”
Coco thought for a moment.
“Yeah? I mean, not really my type, but where it counts, he’s more than- I still don’t like men, y’know, but that’s one of those things you just got to do, like climbing a mountain.”
Coco gave a nervous giggle.
“Oh god, if I didn’t do my yoga, I’d have been split in half. The guy might’ve looked like a wimp, but damn… If the straighties knew what was walking among them, they’d look at him like some- I mean, there were puddles. You might like him, Vee.”
Velvet blushed.
“W-was he really that good? I mean, if he was forceful, I mean- You’re not really hiding the bruises very well.”
‘Woops…’
Coco grinned, confidently.
“Trust me, for a virgin, he did one heck of a job. Hell, if he gets more experience, I’m up for a re-do. If he’s got me questioning my sexuality, there’s one heck of a job that I’d-”
She actually gave it some thought and shuddered a little.
“Yeah… I bet that whole dream of getting nine kids might just become a reality. Shit… I think I need a cold shower. How can a guy act so much like a girl, huh?”
She was unaware of the silence that’d fallen, and Fox spoke up.
“Eh… I don’t think you wanted to let us know that you want his kids, Coco.”
She didn’t want kids yet!
Coco was definitely blushing now though.
“Just- You should go and get a girlfriend, y’hear? Now, I’m going to get myself to the shower, because I am in need of a cold one.”
She was going to drill them hard.
Very hard.
'Fuck... I'm wet.'
Penny’s statistical analysis of Subject J. Arc and Subject C. Adel was promising. Already, the initial pilot had proven to be very interesting. The nanobots that had been inserted into their bodies were giving positive feedback about how their subjective functions were already in the process of recovering, the reproductive organs of Coco Adel already working at absorbing the seed of the man that had successfully impregnated her.
‘Running subroutine Gamma Epsilon. Candidacy Expanded. Subjects found. Subjects are entered into the database. Realigning Objectives. For the Glory of Atlas.’
It was statistically likely that the young man would require more sexual relief in order to produce enough progeny. It was the ‘carrot’ that was held out for the horse to feed from. Penny guessed that it was a good analogy.
‘With a few more ‘dates’, numbers of Huntresses can pass on their progeny and their genetic lines in order to ensure that the population does not dip below acceptable standards.’
The work had to go on.
Since Candidate J. Arc was fertile and capable of enhanced performance, if the measurements were correct, the plan could continue. The population must be increased.
‘Allocating additional resources. Request General Ironwood for further permission.’
There were other candidates that would need to be ran through the system. The General would not mind if the files for other Academies were accessed, undoubtedly, but her subroutines had to ensure that successes such as Miss Adel were repeated.
Unfortunately, Penny never really had any grasp of what being ‘homosexual’ or ‘Bisexual’ was. Why would someone tell her about genders and their preferences, when she didn’t even have functioning parts in her groin?
This was commissioned work.