Improper Behavior

After the sun comes up, and after Velvet's trio of holes are done devouring tentacle, we adjourn our meeting to return to our respective sleeping spaces. Not before exchanging numbers, though. And more tongue.

I regret missing the feline ****, but there's always more time for that. For now, I stop by the bathroom, conveniently with a shower, and rid myself of the heavy musk of bunny sex.

As I'm drying my hair, the door slams; others are awake. I take my leave and move through the rushing crowds, finding Blake and Kali rolling up sleeping bags, back in normal attire. It's relieving that they reverted to normalcy, but now that they're bathing in Heat's effects, plus Animal Magnetism's remnants, they're already eyeing the other's chests.

"Morning, girls!"

I'm promptly tackled by two felines at once.

I pry them off (through no small amount of groping) and find breakfast. Then I run into Velvet again, who Kali wastes no time becoming intimate with.

While scarfing down our food, I spice up the meal by liberally fingering the younger Belladonna. Soft folds squish as I alternate between edging her clitty and scraping her G-spot raw. She's gotten so sensitive under the last two days' treatment that she explodes under the table.

I'm proud to see her covering up any noises with coffee, and the aftershocks by bracing her body against me. She's going to have to get extremely good at it with everything planned...

The rest of the early morning whirls by. Clothes, cornering Velvet and fucking her more, setting Kali loose on Blake again, reminding Blake who owns her pussy, checking Dust reserves, and marching out in orderly rank and file. That is, aside from some breaches in the dress code, but...what Glynda doesn't know doesn't hurt her, right?

The cliff is packed. I never understood the actual number of students in the show, and more importantly, the number of cute girls! I briefly see Ruby, and we leave things at a casual fist bump. For now.

Once on the plates, Ozpin reveals himself and paces back and forth, occasionally coming close to walking off the cliff. He gives the sales pitch I expected, and a few rumors, warnings, and expectations all mixed into an intriguing package.

Then he motions, saying something about landing on our feet. My stomach lurches and I'm catapulted far. A few seconds and my brain caught up with me, pointing out I had found a spot at the end of the line.

Wind rushed through my hair, the early morning sun beat me with its rays, and the clouds themselves offered a cool mist as I reached their elevation. Not bad. Of course, my perverted mind turned to thoughts of Velvet and Blake. Going commando should make things interesting for them. Do the Grimm have mating practices?

I give the speargun a whirl, shooting it at some passing tree below. My forward momentum halts a fraction of a second later--and my heart drops. Then the taut line slams me into the ground, pulverizing a poor cropping of rock minding its own business.

Yes, mistakes were made.

Being an octopus man has its benefits, but bouncing like jelly is far from enjoyable. Then again, it's a lose-lose situation, between that and broken bones.

I choose a direction randomly, trusting the screen to work its magic, delivering me to my destination, or a horny babe to me. Either is preferable.

And voila, my prayers are answered! A Blake cannonball slams into me, sending us both tumbling into a tree.

"Are you that eager to see me, or is that--never mind." I pull her off and fire a warning shot at her assailant, nailing the black mass of fur through the shoulder. It hesitates, snarls, and rushes forward. "Hey, one at a time!"

My weapon completes a cool transition, changing into a pointy shaft without me even having to will it, and I let this charging bull skewer itself. Shame. I didn't get to confirm my theory with it.

"Looks like," I turn to check on Blake, finding her with her legs spread and furiously fingering herself, "...you've got yourself a...hero..."

She meows, stretching her legs wider and giving an imploring look. I'd love to add another point to my quest, but things need to keep moving, so I hoist her up and sit her on my shoulders. Then I rotate her so that as opposed to rubbing unabashedly on the back of my skull, her box now releases its juices into a hungry mouth.

Walking blind and the occasional oxygen deprivation when Blake orgasmically leg-locks me is a challenge, but we miraculously find the temple, greeted with boring, dusty architecture that's dusted with crumbling designs.

And more moaning: lounging on the steps are Velvet and a snazzy girl topped with a French cap. I assume she's Coco, cause she lives up to her internet reputation as a dominant personality. She's got Velvet's arms pinned above her head with one hand. The other rolls the left nipple, while her mouth encircles the right.

"Excuse me?" I could be direct and grab this particular bull by the horns, but it's more fun to act like a gentleman. "These are public grounds, miss. Such inappropriate displays of public affection are surely finable."

She can't be bothered to look up, retorting, "Look, pal. There's enough here for two to share. If you're the sole ownership type of guy, find another meal."

"S-sure, Coco?" Velvet writhes under her. "He's good at this stuff. You'll be--mmmm...missing out if he walks away."

I maneuver behind Coco, firmly prying her off her 'meal'. Before she realizes, she's tightly coiled in tentacles, one of which tries reaching her stomach via the mouth she planned to use to protest.

I turn to Blake, blinking when Kali is there as well. She looks like she's been watching for a while, but no matter. "Mind keeping her happy for the moment?"

Like twin Cheshire cats, they crack a shared grin and rescue their 'prey' from a tentacle prison, only to subject her to a different experience. Something tells me after this Coco may be more of a submissive than she was in the show.

I refocus on Velvet. "My, my, my. You truly are a naughty bunny. I was always curious how bunnies bred so quickly. I never thought it was because the females always needed something to cum their brains out."

My favored approach is to make a girl cum until she's addicted to the sensations, and by extension, me. Heat and Animal Magnetism help, but what if I go to the other end of the spectrum? If Velvet plans on opening her legs to anyone who asks, then surely there's more than one kind of punishment in store for her, right?