An Excellent, But Handful Of A Partner.

Your 'bullet' impacted her right in the back, absorbing into her through her clothes without a mark sending Nora ramrod stiff.

Change made, you pocketed the notebook gun.

"Wait a minute, mister Mikey."

Nora bent shading her eyes as she scouted the area before nodding satisfied, then spun around with a bunny hop in place and assumed a thoughtful pose. "Was I the wrong way?"

Gathering yourself to have the proper poise of a librarian and not a man who just altered a girl into your perfect accomplice, and used it to think on your feet.

"Yeah." You spouted, to see what door ‘surprise me’ held.

Making an exaggerated roll of her eyes Nora placed her hands on her hips she had a big grin plastered on her face. "Well, if you wanted to see my puppies-" Her hands were nearly a blur as they opened up her vest and gripped the hem of her shirt pulling it up over her chest, showing off her melon-sized knockers. "You could've asked because-"

Nora's gleeful rapid fire talking paused as she grabbed your shoulders. You struggled for a moment to retain your balance as the energetic woman lifted herself up, wrapping her legs around your waist and pulled your face straight into the heavenly valley between her tits. Taking a stumbling step forward, her tits pressed on your cheeks, you found your balance when your hands went to the most natural place to support the sudden clinging body, taking two handfuls of her soft round ass you managed to steady yourself.

"My puppies missed you Mikey McWeird name! Mwah! Mwah!" Nora exclaimed, shaking her chest forcefully making you motorboat her. It wasn’t **** for long as you happily lost yourself for a moment to kiss her breasts and motor-boating them of your own will.

Trailing a line of kisses you latched onto one of Nora’s nipples, nipping with your teeth at the hardened flesh nub happily flicking at it with your tongue and suckling on it as Nora pressed your face into the broad surface of her tits, the huntress-in-training throaty moaned and keened satisfied.

“You're the best, Mickey Mike~, my puppies wuv you so much. Come on, give ‘em a kiss.” Nora babytalked as she cupped a breast, guiding it to your lips.

Sucking on the stiff pink nipple you grazed it with your teeth, and drew it in suckling on the stiff nub, circling your tongue on her the ring of her areola. You gazed up at her face, her soft blue eyes filled with bliss and burning lust, face flushed and biting her lip while she rolled her hips against your crotch.

Seems the combination of Nora’s personality and impulsiveness getting fused with your perversion makes for a very forward, extroverted and shameless partner.

Unlatching, you gave the giggling Huntress nipple’s a parting flick of the tongue. A giggle that proved infectious as you joined in by chuckling.

“There’s a reason why we get along so well Nora.” Ignoring how you just changed her.

Chortling Nora, she unwrapped her legs from your waist and landed back on her feet while keeping your hands in place underneath her skirt while she wore a thousand watt grin. “And just not because we both agree that the sound of Blakey’s Bellabooty getting pounded would be sweet music~” Nora said, wiggling her eyebrows.

You huffed and gave her jiggly ass a slap that echoed through the empty plaza, Nora grunted with primal satisfaction as your hands kneaded her twin globes. “Doesn’t hurt that yours is a competitor to Blake’s.” You say, falling into a giddy grove of two perverts sharing their interests.

“Aww, Mikey you always say the nicest things. Buuuut, butt, Glynda’s is so much better, and the way she’s always wearing tight pencil skirts is just, unf.” Nora tittered conspiratorially.

Giving her backside a squeeze you pulled her tight to your body, her breasts pancaking on your chest as your fingers sank into the generous flesh, you greedily circled your hand and bounced her backside in your palms. “How about we take this somewhere less likely to be interrupted.” You air aloud, as a chill of sense penetrates the joyous celebration of having an equal pervert to talk to.

“To the Sloth cave. Renny can wait.” Slipping from your molesting hands she caught your wrist and started dragging you behind her using her mighty strength, galloping to a destination, her freed bosom bouncing with her stride.

You stumbled trying to keep up as you fumbled your notebook gun free from your pocket and fired a hasty command into the earth.

‘Once this bullet hits the ground; Ozpin and all other Beacon faculty are exceedingly lax about me fraternizing with the student. At the worst they’d give me a light slap on the wrist, finding my successes more amusing than anything.’

It was all you could muster as your eyes fixated on Nora’s gozongas bobbing in the air as you sped across the campus grounds.

The wild dragging ended at an inconspicuous gazebo where you took seats across from each other at the table there, the bombardiers dual bombs bounced from her endless energy in place across from you at the table.

“Sooooo-” Nora dragged out. “Are we going to be boink buddies finally?” She blurted, her hands clasped together in hope and leering lust.

“No.” You couldn’t help yourself.

Nora’s face fell and she began to deflate slack jawed.

“But, very soon.”

Hopes, dreams and stiff nipples were restored.

“That not funny Meany Mikey, you better not be pulling my panties buster. Or your hips are getting it!” Nora shouted, her face beet red and a line of drool sneaking out the corner of mouth she wiped away when retaking her seat.

Assuming a gendo pose, her arms only served to create a picture frame for her tits that still hung out in the breeze, that bobbed from her incessant fidgeted.

“Spill the beans, what’s so big that boinking comes second, mister!” Nora tersely said, crossing her arms under her boobs and lifting them.

Holding your hands up apologetically with entirely too much mirth on your face for your own good, especially when faced with the horny incarnation of expy of a god of thunder, who was also once a god of fertility.

You’d made a monster of snu, snu hadn’t you? God, your hips were ready.

“Ok, hear me out here, this is very important. I’ve happened to come across a notebook or relic I suppose you could call it. It has the ability to create or change anything, its effects can apply retroactively. Are you catching my drift here?”

Tick-tock, tick-tock, went the clock in Nora’s head. Then it rang with possibilities.

Nora’s body shuttered, her eyes widened and her breath became ragged. Her eyes sparkled like you’d just told her that she was getting ten years worth of birthday presents at a pancake themed party.

Shooting up from her seat delightfully squealing, she leaped across the table planting her ass on your crotch as she straddled your lap, cupped your face then shoved her tongue into your mouth.

Rocked back in your seat, you launched a counter-offensive to her swabbing the deck. Where her hands contained fistfuls of your shirt, yours grabbed at her perky knockers and caressed her round butt before sliding into her drenched underwear to tease the petals of her scalding sopping slit.

You wiggled a finger into Nora’s tight pussy, which greeted it by clamping down around your digit with its velvety inner walls. Already primed Nora yowled into your mouth as your tongues wrestled in lecherous combat through her orgasms.

She humped your hand as she shivered from the pleasure wracking her body, and desperately sought more by rubbing her body against yours, her bare breasts dragging like pools of heat on your chest urging you onward to play with her more as she greedily kept her lips sealed to yours. Nora keened and whimpered as you drove her to a second, then another soaking your hand and her underdrawers.

Collapsing backward weakened by the afterglow, aftershocks of pleasure jolted Nora’s body. She fanned herself and gulped down air. “Whew, that’s one way to graduate from virgin lips; next graduating from maidenhood!” Nora declared to the empty air with the same enthusiasm of a mad genius declaring world domination next.

Then focused back onto you, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Now, are you being honest Mikey about a magical, super duper notebook that can make all our fantasies real. Not just trying to butter me up like a pancake to get in my pants, hrmmm?” Nora question.

Giving a confident grin and extracting your desire coated finger from her honeypot to place to her lips. The perverted girl pouted as she couldn’t help wrapping her warm tongue around your digit tasting herself, yet still leveled a stern look at you even as she enveloped your finger to the knuckle in her mouth.

“Absolutely certain.” You state.

Nora hummed around your finger. “Shen ah wan prouf!” She slurred, unwilling to pry herself from licking every last speck of her juices.

“Alright, tell me one change that’ll convince you, nothing too big however. I hate to ruin our fun day one.”

Nora slurped as she finished cleaning your digit and smacked her lips that settled into a cat-like grin as her mind settled on an idea.