The Ball Cometh

A few days pass without much to discuss. Jaune spends a few days randomly fucking the women in his life, and even having a nice little tryst with Winter over video call, and before he knew it, it was the morning of the dance.

His eyes fluttered open that morning to an interesting sight, one he'd been dealing with for the past couple days. Yang on his right, Pyrrha on his left, and Blake laying between his legs - all four beds pushed together in a rather bizarre fashion. Still, he wasn't going to complain. They were all sleeping with contented, loving smiles on their faces.

He let out a sigh and smiled himself. He wasn't moving any time soon, and no classes today. It wasn't like he needed to go anywhere right?

That's what he thought, anyway. Until something dawned on him.

"OH CRAP!" He cries out, bolting up in bed.

"NYA?! What?!" Blake cried out as she leaped to her feet

"Ah!" Pyrrha exclaimed as she fell out of the bed.

"Back away from Master!" Yang snarled, springing to her feet with her fists raised...

Eventually the three realized there wasn't exactly any immediate threat

"Uh... Hey. Master?" Yang asked "Everything okay?"

"Bad dream?" Blake sweetly inquired

"Huh? Oh. No. I just realized... I never got a suit for the ball."

The three stared at him with deadpan expressions, then looked to one another

"Alright. Come on" Yang grumbled as she grabbed his arm. The other two joined in, pushing him from behind

"Woah woah! What?!"

"We're taking you to shower, then to shop" Pyrrha said

"Wait. All four of us at once?!"

"We're short on time" Blake said pointedly "as much as it pains me, no fun in the shower today. We get clean and get to a tailor."

Jaune let out a groan as the three women lead him into the bathroom.

And thus, they began on their way into the city...