Something strange, that's for sure

Could it be true? Could Pyrrha sincerely believe that her Aura Theory textbook belongs to you because you wrote your name on it? Does she really believe that you own the airship currently taking you all to Beacon Academy?

Your stomach lurches again and you just barely manage to prevent yourself from puking. Gods, if you could own anything, it definitely wouldn’t be an airship!

It’s only when the girl next to you starts wringing her hands nervously that you realize you’ve left her hanging without an answer for more than five minutes.

Composing yourself, you try to smile.

“Y-yeah, sure. I definitely wouldn’t mind having you on my team, Pyrrha,” she smiles at you and opens her mouth to speak, but you continue on. “Why don’t you take my Aura Theory book? It’d suck if you had to go buy another one, right?”

You hold out the book that you’d written your name on.

She bites her lip. Her vivid green eyes look away from you.

“No, I’d feel bad about taking your book after I’d kept it from you. I’ll just buy another one.”

She’s being totally serious, isn’t she? Does that mean she’s crazy?

“Pyrrha. It’s okay, take the book,” you hold it out to her, analyzing her face for any sign whatsoever that she’s making fun of you. Hoping for it, even. Heh. If someone had told you a few days ago that you’d be hoping that someone was playing a joke on you, you’d have laughed in their face.

Pyrrha shakes her head and sighs, and you can’t help the way your eyes are drawn to the way her breasts jiggle with the movement. You feel the beginnings of an erection coming on and you subtly adjust yourself on your seat in the hope that Pyrrha won’t notice.

“Alright,” she says finally, taking the book from you and placing it in her bag. “You know, I’m really glad I met you, Jaune. Not too many people would be willing to part with an expensive textbook for someone they just met.”

“It’s no problem, really. My family owns this airship, remember? We’ve got money to spare,” the lie flies off your tongue before you can stop yourself.

Pyrrha giggles and you find yourself really liking the sound of it.

“Yes, that’s right. That actually makes me feel a little less bad about this,” her voice is soft, almost angelic. Gods, you could see yourself falling in love with a girl like this if she weren’t so obviously crazy.

But isn’t there a saying that the craziest chicks are the best in bed? Pyrrha has pretty long red hair. You wonder what it’d be like if you bent her over and pulled on her ponytail as you pumped in and out of her tight, wet pussy.

“Fuck,” now you’re sporting a legitimate tent pole in your pants.

“Are you okay, Jaune?” Pyrrha’s eyes are wide as she analyzes you, looking for any sort of injury.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Flying just doesn’t agree with me, remember?”

“Right,” she looks away for a moment and you use that opportunity to stare into her cleavage.

“Hey, eyes up!” a loud feminine voice almost makes you jump out of your seat.

You look ahead to see the buxom blonde from earlier standing around two feet away from you with her hands on her hips. Her large clothed breasts cast a shadow over your seated form as she glares at you with intense lilac eyes. You think you glimpse a flare of red light within them, but it’s gone so quickly that you chalk it up to your overactive imagination.

“Um, who are you?” Pyrrha asks with narrowed eyes, scooting just a little closer to you.

“Me? I’m Yang,” she gestures to herself with her hands, causing her big breasts to jiggle. She narrows her lilac eyes at you. “And who might you be, Tom?”

“Tom?” you ask back. What is it with today and you drawing the attention of insane girls?

“You know, Peeping Tom? A guy who spies on a woman while she’s changing?”

You and Pyrrha share a brief look. The redhead scoots closer to you, and you can feel her bare, toned thigh against your leg.

“Are you trying to imply that Jaune has been spying on women? Because he has been nothing but generous to me since we met,” Pyrrha says in your defense.

Suddenly, it clicks. Yang must have seen you stare down Pyrrha’s cleavage while she wasn’t looking. That’s not good.

You swallow nervously. If Yang made it into Beacon on her own terms, there’s no way you’d have a chance of surviving anything she’d throw at you. The realization is rather emasculating, but thankfully Pyrrha seems to have taken a liking to you.

“Oh, I’m not implying,” Yang says, staring down at you. Your eyes rove over her thick thighs and big breasts. She narrows her eyes at you.

“Hey Yang, what’s going on?” the younger girl you’d seen with Yang earlier steps up next to her sister.

Her sudden appearance draws the eyes of you and Pyrrha. She fidgets nervously, wringing her hands in front of herself.

“Ruby, I thought you were busy tinkering with Crescent Rose?” Yang asks her sister.

“Oh, um, I noticed you were gone and wanted to see where you went,” she wrings her hands a little more intensely. She glances at you for a moment before blushing and looking away.

“Hey. Ruby, right? I’m Jaune. Jaune Arc. And this is my new friend Pyrrha Nikos,” you gesture to the girl sitting next to you. Though, “next to you” might be a little inaccurate given how the curvy, athletic girl is practically pressing herself against you, emerald eyes glaring up at Yang all the while.

“Eh? Oh, it’s uh, nice to meet you, Jaune. And you know Pyrrha Nikos? That’s pretty awesome!” Ruby smiles at you.

You feel Pyrrha tense against you slightly. You frown. Has she done something to warrant recognition?

“Yeah, I guess,” you say. “So you two are sisters? You look almost nothing alike.”

Yang grins at you, her earlier hostility having faded. You wonder what caused her mood to brighten so visibly. Was it the presence of her sister or was she just trying to tease you earlier?

“Heh. We get that a lot. I guess it comes from having two different mothers,” she grins at you, but it seems subdued. “What about you, Tom? You got any siblings back home?”

You smile at her, allowing yourself to be drawn into her natural charm. Damn, she and her sister are beautiful. Is Beacon a supermodel academy or something?

“I’ve got seven sisters,” you grin at the wide-eyed looks of Ruby, Yang, and Pyrrha. “Yeah, it’s not easy being the only male child in my family. My sisters are always grabbing me to do stuff with them and they never leave me alone.”

Yang cocks her hip and smirks. “Oo, you have a sister complex, huh? What sort of things are your sisters making you do with them? You ever take baths together?”

“Erm?” you sputter and Ruby does the same. Surprisingly, Pyrrha starts giggling.

You had actually taken baths with your older sisters and yes they’d been naked throughout the whole process, but you weren’t about to tell anyone that. A memory of your oldest sister Saphron washing your body with a sponge with her big tits pressed against your back flashes through your mind and your cock twitches.

“Finally!” Yang throws her hands in the air, her breasts shaking up and down. “See, Ruby? Someone thinks I’m funny!”

Ruby levels an unimpressed look at her older sister and says, “Pyrrha’s not laughing with you. She’s laughing at you.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Yang glares at her sister. She tries to capture Ruby in her arms, but the girl is much too fast, disappearing in a shower of rose petals before reappearing just out of Yang’s grasp. Ruby sticks her tongue out at her older sister, causing Yang to growl angrily.

“Wow, that’s a pretty cool Semblance,” you mutter, feeling a little jealous.

Pyrrha chuckles at the girls’ antics and relaxes somewhat, though you notice she hasn’t scooted away from you. You can feel the side of her right breast against your arm.

“Indeed. I imagine such speed would be very helpful against the Grimm,” she says.

Ruby waits a few moments for her sister to calm down before returning to the group. She plops herself down next to you. Yang remains standing and you’re treated with the delightful sight of her breasts bouncing in tune with the airship. It almost makes your airsickness subside entirely.

“So Tom, how’d you get the airship?” Yang asks as she eyes you curiously.

You raise your eyebrows. Yang, too?

“Uh… what?” Ruby says.

“It’s right there on the wall. Look, Ruby,” she gestures at the wall behind you.

Ruby turns her head and glances at the place where you’d written your name.

“Wow, you’re right, Yang! Jaune really has his own airship! That’s so cool!” Ruby practically gushes.

“Jaune has generously allowed Beacon to use his airship to transport students back and forth from Vale. Isn’t that amazing?” Pyrrha gazes at you warmly and smiles.

Uh, what? Have they all decided to just pile on in their teasing of you? Are they all crazy?

“Hm. That’s surprisingly solid of you, Tom. Maybe I should think of a new nickname for you,” Yang crosses her arms, pushing her breasts upwards. “You’re not gonna kick little old me off your airship just for teasing you earlier, are you?”

“Uhuh, n-no. You can stay on my airship,” you stammer. Gods, you’ve been trying so hard to learn how to talk to women, but they’re all so crazy!

“Thanks Tom. I promise I’ll be good from now on,” Yang’s lips twitch upward and your heart skips a beat.

“Why do you keep calling him Tom?” Ruby asks.

Yang pats Ruby on the shoulder. “I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

“Hey! I’m eighteen!” Ruby whines.

“Nuh-uh. You have to be at least thirty before I can tell you about that. And maybe not even then,” Yang says.

“But you’re almost twenty! That’s no fair!” Ruby turns to you. “Can you please kick her off your airship?”

You chuckle at the girl. Despite how crazy Pyrrha, Yang, and Ruby are, they’re making you feel surprisingly comfortable and at ease. If this is what you were missing all throughout high school, you feel cheated.

“Ah, alright. Yang, I’m kicking you off this airship. No hard feelings.”

Yang’s expression sours almost immediately.

“Oh. Okay. I guess I’ll just gather my things. It’s an endless forest of Grimm between us and Beacon, but I guess that’s why I trained with Dad and Uncle Qrow, right?” she laughs in a way that seems incredibly fake and turns to leave.

“Wait, Yang. Don’t go! I’m sorry! Jaune, please don’t kick Yang off your airship and make her walk all the way to Beacon. I didn’t mean it!” Ruby latches on to your arm and looks at you with pleading silver eyes as her sister walks away.

“That does seem a little harsh, but it is your right as owner of this airship to decide who is allowed to ride in it and who isn’t,” Pyrrha says.

“What are you talking about, Pyrrha? That was just a joke. I don’t actually own this airship. That’s just crazy!” you plead with her, hoping she’ll see reason.

She merely raises her eyebrows at you. “Jaune, your name is written on the wall of the airship. It’s obvious to anyone that it belongs to you. Are you feeling alright? We should see a nurse as soon as we land to get you some help with that airsickness.”

You gape at her.

“Please, Jaune. Don’t make my sister jump off the airship. I-I’ll go with her when she does, but please. Please let her stay. I’ll do anything,” Ruby’s lips tremble and you immediately feel like a piece of shit.

Maybe… maybe there’s something to this after all. You clutch the marker in your hands. Maybe there’s something special about it or about you. Could you have just discovered your Semblance?

Your eyes zero in on Yang as she grabs her bag and approaches the door to the exterior of the airship.

“Wait, Yang!” you get up and run after her.

The blonde pauses and turns toward you. There’s no teasing smile on her lips or the passion you’d seen in her eyes earlier. You dearly want to see those again.

“It’s okay, Jaune. I understand. I teased you earlier and now I’m paying the price,” she says. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

Oh man, this is heavy.

You clench your fists. You caused this, so it’s your responsibility to fix it. Wasn’t that what Dad always said?

“Yang, you don’t have to jump off the airship. You’ll always be welcome here,” you say.

The buxom blonde breaks out into a grin and charges you, wrapping her arms around you in a crushing bear hug. This has the side-effect of mashing her large boobs against your chest. Your cock hardens immediately, rubbing against Yang’s abdomen.

If she feels your hard-on against her, she doesn’t make any note of it.

Yang withdraws slightly, her face inches away from yours. She’s smiling at you. You feel her warm breath against your skin.

“Thanks Tom,” she says. “You know, you’re not as bad as I thought you were. I can see why Miss Champion over there got so worked up when I teased you.”

She looks past you and winks.

You turn and see Pyrrha glaring at Yang, arms crossed. Her breasts strain against her outfit and the upper parts spill out of her cleavage.

Huh. You wonder whose breasts are bigger, hers or Yang’s?

“Uhm…” you instinctively step in between the girls. “How about we all sit down?”

“Sure, Jaune. That sounds nice,” Pyrrha smiles at you, shooting Yang another glare as she does so. Yang brushes a hand against your arm and the glare intensifies.

Seriously, what’s with those two?

You turn to find yourself subject to another crushing hug, this time by Ruby. She’s much shorter than you so her head is pressed against your upper chest.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” she murmurs into your hoodie before separating from you. She gives you a wide smile.

“It’s no problem, really. I don’t make my friends wade through Grimm-infested forests, even if they’re a little annoying.”

“Hey!” Yang protests.

Ruby and Pyrrha giggle.

You glance at the marker still clutched in your hand. You wonder what the extent of the strange power you’ve just discovered is. Can you really own anything just by writing your name on it? What if you wrote your name on a person?

Images of Pyrrha, Yang, and Ruby kneeling in front of you and licking your cock flicker throughout your mind.

Looks like your life has gotten much more interesting.