Ears of a Different Kind

Sounds of slurping awake me early. I turn and see the two sweaty, entangled forms of Blake and Kali in the relative darkness, 69ing like there's no tomorrow.

Not what I was expecting, but no unpleasant surprises are to be found here. I want to join, but I'd better review my assets before the test. My new Faunus traits should be beneficial should I run into any Grimm, but given the nature of the screen...

Oh yeah! What about a weapon? I never made mine, or a Semblance for that matter.

My Semblance...I never made a Semblance!?

Slapping my head, I all but catapult out of my cozy bedroll and dash out. Blake and Kali didn't notice my departure, and I'm glad about it. As fun as it'd be, they wouldn't stop. Me leaving ensures that Heat's effects will probably reset by the time everyone wakes. Probably.

I head back to the auditorium from yesterday and sit on the edge of the stage.

'Okay, what the actual fuck?! Why didn't you remind me about my weapon and Semblance?'

[WIth everything your 'fuckman' powers can do, alongside your new Faunus body, is a weapon or Semblance even a concern? Someone's insecure, methinks.]

'Dude. Not cool. You drag me into this and then accuse me of being something I have every right to be? Low blow, that's a low blow.'

The screen vibrates a little. Is it laughing at me?

[Fine. I can't have you breaking down after all, so I'll be sure to support you. And as a token of said support, here's your weapon!]

A flash. When I turn to get a better view, the light is already gone. Next to me is a long barrel with a trigger and handle at one end, a spotted blue like my skin. A barbed tip pokes out of the barrel.

[A speargun, capable of turning into a fishing spear! What do you think?]

'...do you love fucking people over or something?'

[Over a table, maybe.]

It's ridiculous, but then again, some guy in RWBY fights with a trumpet. One of the professors here has a thermos that turns into a flamethrower that'd violate the Geneva Conventions. Compared to those, a speargun does seem like a relatively sane proof of concept.

'And the Semblance?'

[You'll have to work a bit harder for that, Conquerer. You haven't fucked a single woman yet!]

I place my new speargun onto my back and slide off the stage. Rather than land on the floor, I collide with and knock over a silhouette that squeaks. Don't tell me...

I've got to consider if anything here is coincidence, or just the screen pushing things along.

Sure enough, I'm sitting on a scarlet Velvet. The impact popped three buttons of her nightshirt open, leaving her cleavage dangerously close to spilling. And what fine cleavage! The mounds are still jiggling.

"Can I help you?" Despite her compromising situation, I applaud her for managing to speak without sounding too flustered. Unfortunately, the feeble attempt to remain unflustered only makes her more attractive at the moment. Heat is still running full throttle, but there's always my first combo ability.

Arousal, dependency, or a need to protect me? Let's go with the first. The first clue I get Animal Magnetism is active is that Velvet miraculously turns a darker shade of red, and starts squirming under me.

I touch her hair, eliciting a shiver. Already, she's too far gone for rational thought, so the next step is her ears. I rub one of the flopsy bits on her head and place my mouth into the other, breathing hot air and whispering, "What's a cute bunny like you doing at this hour? Could you be...doing something naughty?"

She moans in response, eyes focusing on me only long enough to bite her lip.

"Are you a naughty bunny? You do realize naughty bunnies are punished, right?"

I push up her top, rubbing my hands over her midriff and spreading as much of the pheromones as I can. Each touch is electric, leaving her a soaked, panting, tongue-lolling mess. I press higher still, circling the outline of her bra.

A guttural moan escapes her. I wasn't aware Velvet could make noises that low, but I've no intention of letting that be the last one.

Maybe it's time to playtest another feature. My arms rest on her stomach, then slowly split off like a blade bisecting them down the middle. Once, twice, thrice; lo and behold, I've got eight arms. Another moment and the fingers fuse, the palms crunching into smaller shapes. I've got eight writhing tentacle limbs all doused in pheromones. And Velvet's gonna get all of them.

Through Herculean coordination, I get her outer clothes off. Then her bra, going the extra mile and snapping the support in the back to render it unwearable. No girl of mine goes anywhere unless they're commando or full-on nude!

Four tentacles grab her arms and legs, pulling her into an eagle-spread position and exposing all her most delicate parts. I lift her and rub my knee into her crotch. Those light touches might as well be fire, every couple of seconds resulting in a micro orgasm.

She whimpers as another pair flows along before situating themselves between the valley of her breasts. They continue winding through, completely encircling the bases, slowly squeezing and contracting, and end in small tips that rub and poke at her nipples.

Her head sags, unable to muster the strength to look me in the eye. The last two have the honor of removing her panties. Or rather, utterly tearing them to shreds. They start worming and squeezing against her vaginal and anal openings, licking and distributing the results of her arousal liberally.

I lower her back down and make good use of her open, gasping mouth, diving in with my tongue--much longer now too. She gags, but with encouragement signals firing off from...everywhere, she quickly adapts to the tongue-fucking.

As the tentacles positioned at her entrances pop in, she orgasms, lewdly spraying juices onto the floor. She arches from the overstimulation, but what's she gonna do? She's restrained, gagged, mentally drained, orgasming, and has no coherent thoughts left as my tentacles directly pump more aphrodisiac pheromones inside her.

And so, I make Velvet's first morning at Beacon unforgettable.