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“Jaune?” Pyrrha asked, her eyes hopeful and energetic, “I was thinking, with Dr. Oobleck’s test coming up, that we might want to… study together?”
Jaune looked up, excited. “R-really? You don’t...” and then his voice dropped, “You don’t think I’d be burdening you?”
Pyrrha laid a reassuring hand on her partner’s shoulder. “Not at all, Jaune,” she soothed, “You’re never a burden, and you shouldn’t think like you are. Cooperation helps both of us.”
With a look full of pure gratitude, Jaune smiled. And Lily Ren, sitting quietly in the background, watched the whole thing, feeling as jealousy burned in her stomach.
It wasn’t fair.
People thought that she was emotionless or asexual because she was quiet and rarely spoke her feelings, but just because she wasn’t as vocal didn’t mean she felt any less than anyone else. Ren had strong feelings, passionate feelings, made all the more potent for how tightly she carried them in her breast.
And made all the more useless for how tightly she kept them secret.
“You know...” Nora said, leaning over as she lowered her voice, “Pyrrha’s not going to wait forever. You’ve gotta make your move.”
Ren buried her face in her hands. “I can’t compete with Pyrrha,” she whined.
“If you make your move now, you won’t be!” she tried to encourage her closest friend. “Right now, Jaune has no idea what Pyrrha’s after, and if you tell him now, he’ll never even think it!”
But it wasn’t true. Even if Pyrrha was content to just pine away as his friend, Jaune’s eyes were locked on Weiss. And how could Ren compete with Weiss? She was so… refined. Ren couldn’t look at Weiss without her heart hurting. She was everything Ren ever wanted to be: elegant, beautiful, self confident, and so, so cultured. Ren never showed it, never let anyone know, but deep, deep down, she secretly resented so much of her situation. She loved Nora, loved Nora more than her own life, but if Kuroyuri never fell, Ren would have lived a life of quiet learning and refinement. She would have learned tea ceremony and etiquette and cooking and all the things a woman of culture should know. All the things she tried to catch up on on her own, but ultimately, came short. She’d have been so much more like perfect, angelic Weiss Schnee, and not plain, uncultured Lily Ren.
And then, besides Weiss, there was the undeniable fact that Jaune was simply surrounded by pretty, outgoing, amazing girls. Ruby, who was so close to Jaune and, even if she was only 15, was so much braver than Ren was with her feelings. Yang, who was so much sexier than Ren was and had so much more self-confidence. And Blake… the one thing Ren had going for her, her pale features and dark hair, her mysterious beauty… in all areas, deeply outclassed by Blake.
Even Nora outshone her, her sincere attempts to be Ren’s wing girl only seemed to make Nora seem more attractive to Jaune. She was just boring, shy Lily Ren, all that and nothing more. Never to be noticed, never to be desired, never to be loved. And that kind of thinking, she knew, was the kind that led down dark and dangerous paths. Towards desperate ways and taboo knowledge that she knew wasn’t good for her.
She hated herself for thinking it. But she couldn’t help herself. She could be unhappy and alone or she could do whatever it took to get what she wanted.
And she knew what her choice was.
Nervous excitement tingled on her skin as Ren mixed ingredients for a smoothie.
Ren knew Pyrrha would be out. She had told Nora she was going to confess her feelings to Jaune, and just needed the room, and Nora had been thrilled for the opportunity to help by keeping Pyrrha distracted and out of the room.
Of course, as she grabbed a pinch of a very specific powder, Ren knew that Nora didn’t know that she wasn’t just planning on confessing her feelings. As she mixed it into the drink, she smiled, thrilled at how… inappropriate she was being. Amor Encanta, a very rare herb that, when correctly processed, created potent feelings of sexual desire. It was a dark, secret herbalism she’d learned of while traveling in Mistral, highly forbidden and not well known to polite society… but Lily Ren hadn’t grown up in polite society. And that gave her an advantage she wasn’t going to lose.
The taste was, well, wretched, especially at this concentration (she could not afford to underdose, not now), but Ren was confident she could just disguise it as just another health smoothie like she was always making. She watched as the powder disappeared into the green concoction, her fingers tingling as they touched it, feeling the promise of Jaune soon being hers.
As Jaune came in, Ren felt her heart beat faster. She bit her lip, trying to focus herself, before greeting him. “Oh, hello, Jaune. Is Pyrrha not with you?”
“No,” he laughed, “Nora had to speak with her on, and I quote, ‘something not related to Jaune’s birthday.’” They both laughed a little at that. Jaune because he thought it was cute Nora insanity, Ren because she really did appreciate how much Nora always did for her.
“Actually, Jaune, while I have you,” and she picked up the smoothie, “would you mind trying this? It’s a new blend I’m trying, and it should really help after a workout.”
“Ooh, thanks, Ren!” Her heart started beating even faster, not just because Jaune had taken the smoothie from her hands, but because he was talking to her. He appreciated her. Oh, she was panicking, she was panicking, she wasn’t able to do this, and if she didn’t get it together, she would—he was drinking the smoothie!
She saw his face blanch as he first tasted it, but then, politely, forced it down. After all, who would ever suspect boring, sensible Lily Ren of doing something without his best interest in mind? “Whew! It’s… it’s got a kick!” he said with fake cheer. But Ren knew, Ren knew this meant he was tasting the Amor Encanta! It meant that her plan was working!
Especially as he drained the smoothie, clearly wanting to drink it quickly to get it over with. Ren could see the goosebumps forming on his skin, the way his hair was standing on end. A nervous tremble coming across him as he shivered, his body suddenly much more sensitive than it ought to be.
Jaune staggered backwards, and Ren was quick to catch him, almost swooning herself for having him in her arms. Smiling, she gently took the glass from his hand and reassured him, “Some dizziness is sometimes associated with strong doses of-”
“It’s not… dizziness, I just feel...” his words trailed off as he realized what he was feeling. Horny.
Ren struggled to maintain her look of detached concern. “Sit down, sit down,” she gently led him to his bed and, feeling giddy with how daring she was, sat herself down beside him. Giving him reassuring pats that were quickly becoming an excuse to run her hands over his well-shaped body, she admired him from up close!
He was sweating. Face flushed. Breathing was getting shallow. Pupils dilated. The look on his face, the look he was making as he gazed deep into Ren’s eyes… he tried to speak, but his mouth was too dry. Or perhaps, he didn’t trust what his mouth would say.
“What’s wrong, Jaune?” she asked, for the first time in her life feeling seductive. “You can tell me. Whatever it is, I’m here to help you, Jaune.”
He whimpered; Ren drew closer. Now her body was against his. She felt his warmth, his heat. She ran her fingers up and down his strong, masculine arms.
Her nostrils flared as she took in his scent, the sweat of his workout and the hints of vanilla and all that lovely Jaune-ness. She wanted him. They were both on aphrodisiacs, his was an herb and hers was the man she had before her. Everything about him inflamed her lusts as months of hopeless desire came pouring forth for the love of her life.
Their lips were almost connected, the feel of his breath on her skin making her lips infinitely sensitive, the millimeters of air between them teasing her, drawing out the pleasure, the promise of-
And then Jaune’s eye’s flashed and some of his presence of mind came back! “I- I need to,” and then he broke away, nearly shoving Ren aside, “I’m sorry!” he called over his shoulder as he bolted for the door, “I just- I need to take a walk!”
“Wait, Jaune, stop-” but she was too late.
She had been thwarted again.
The plan had failed. Jaune was stronger than people gave him credit for, Ren included, and evidently, he had the strength to resist a concentrated aphrodisiac. An impressive willpower, something she should have expected from her beloved. Not just anyone had the drive to start their training under Pyrrha’s harsh discipline, but Jaune had never relented.
He had apologized to her later, claiming a health issue that he suddenly had to take care of, then got canny about it when Ren, offering to help, started asking questions. But she knew not to push it. Her plan had failed, and if she tried too hard to salvage it, she’d only make things worse.
But that had a simple enough solution.
She just needed to up the dosage.
Ren had gotten too close, had gotten too much of a taste to give up now. She was hooked. Hopelessly and totally addicted to Jaune, and she couldn’t stop now. If she didn’t get her fix, she’d go mad. So she simply took the last of her stock of Amor Encanta and began distilling a solution of it, until she could get the pure aphrodisiac and up the potency to the point that even Jaune’s willpower couldn’t resist her!
At this level of concentration, she wouldn’t be able to hide it in a smoothie. No, the best option to conceal the taste would be in something baked. Her domestic skills were, outside of pancakes, admittedly lacking, but she knew, at least, how to bake brownies. She resolved to change that, especially as she mixed the batter, imagining herself as Mrs. Jaune Arc, as a housewife, keeping the home in good shape for when her husband returned from a long day’s work as a manly Huntsman. She’d have dinner in the oven, a stiff drink prepared as she gave him a welcome home kiss… and then she’d swat his hand away as he gave her a squeeze, telling him that she wasn’t going to let dinner burn, no matter how much she wanted to enjoy a romp with him!
Oh, it’d be paradise! And she could picture it so easily. All she had to do was drug him, and then, after a bout of passionate sex, Jaune wouldn’t have any choice but to be her boyfriend, and she could show him that, even if she wasn’t the prettiest or the bravest or the most interesting girl… she’d be the most appreciative. She’d do everything to keep him happy.
Waiting for the brownies to finish baking, she walked through all her plans, from what she’d wear to the Beacon dance (and what she’d wear underneath it!), to what song she’d walk down the aisle to, to what she’d name their children. The first would be named An, after her mother, and the second would, of course, be named Nora. She just knew she’d have twin girls, and Jaune would be such a wonderful father. So caring, so attentive… they’d get the childhood she’d always wished she’d had, her two little princesses learning to be proper ladies.
Oh! She’d gotten so lost in her daydreams, she realized she’d forgotten that she’d left the box she was going to put them in back at the craft’s space! She was going to put the brownies in the cutest little handmade box with a ribbon, an apology for her smoothie causing an “unexpected reaction.” She giggled a little as she took the brownies out to cool, then walked back to fetch their packaging. Yep, she was sure sorry about an “unexpected reaction” ...that he didn’t jump her right there! She caught herself, placing a hand over her mouth. Was she… normally this forward? Had she maybe… maybe been careless in handling a potent aphrodisiac?
Her sensible side was suddenly back in full force, trying to warn her, but then she heard another voice. Sensible Ren was boring. Sensible Ren wasn’t getting laid. Jaune doesn’t want a boring stick-in-the-mud. She smiled. That was very true. She was closer to having Jaune than ever, and all thanks to not being so boring! Maybe I should have a brownie, too , the voice suggested, and Ren felt so naughty at the thought.
Grabbing the box, which she regretted she couldn’t stamp with little hearts to show that it contained all of her love for him (and the start of all of his love for her), she headed back to the common kitchen area. She’d never skipped before in her life, and she wasn’t sure she actually knew how (How did one learn to skip? She’d have to ask Nora), but she felt like she really wanted to. What a sight she’d make, plain, boring Lily Ren suddenly discovering-
Wait, where were the brownies?
Oh no. Oh no. Ohhhhhh no. This was bad. This was very bad. She might have unleashed upon Beacon an orgy of epic proportions, and worse, that was the last of her stock! Jaune was far too strong-willed for anything other than this, and she couldn’t wait that much longer! She was- she was- oh, she was panicking, she was panicking and she needed to breathe and she needed to go to Nora. Nora would help, Nora would calm her down. Nora would make things okay and then she could try again.
Stumbling back to her dorm, though, she saw something that filled her with dread.
Because she also found who took her brownies.
Because the empty pan was in her dorm.
And all the rest of her team had clearly eaten them.
“Oh, hey Ren,” Jaune started apologetically, “I’m really sorry, but they were amazing. We wanted to only have a taste, but, um...”
“They were so good, Renny!” Nora cheered, “I wanted to bring them back here so nobody else tried to help themselves but...”
Pyrrha blushed, “The smelled so good,” she softly added, “and once we had one… we really couldn’t help ourselves.”
“You’re a really amazing baker,” Jaune added, and Ren nearly swooned to hear it. All thought of drugging her friends with a concentrated aphrodisiac was immediately forgotten. Jaune liked her baking? Maybe… maybe that was what she should have done from the beginning! The fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, and if she really worked at cooking for him, maybe he’d realize that he wanted a quiet, domestic type, one who’d take care of him and help make all the stresses of a Huntsman’s life not seem so bad! She was already eager for the next recipe she could-
“R-Renny, I f-feel… funny,” Nora said. “L-like I need- I need to-”
Oh, yeah, the extremely potent and forbidden aphrodisiac she’d drugged all her friends with.
“I’m f-feeling weird, too…” Pyrrha added, hands desperately struggling not to reach for her pussy.
“R-Ren,” Jaune was panting, “w-what was in the… the brownies?”
“An… aphrodisiac. A very powerful one...” she didn’t know why she admitted it. Maybe because she was too stunned to think of a lie, maybe because the last shred of her sensibility told her that the only way to help her friends was to tell them the truth, but for whatever reason, she told them, not that they seemed to react to her words.
“Oh gods!” Nora moaned, “I need, I need- oh gods, Jaune, I need your fucking dick!”
Pyrrha, though, was more aggressive. “M-me too, Jaune!” she pleaded, literally leaping on top of him, tackling him to the floor. “My pussy’s on fire and I NEED IT NOW!”
No! Oh no no no no no! She couldn’t- he was hers! This wasn’t fair! She was the one who was supposed to be mounting Jaune with wild abandon! It was all- it was all falling apart, it was all hopeless, she couldn’t lose here, she couldn’t lose now!
“I… the only antidote is...” oh, she needed an excuse, needed to say something to salvage this before Jaune got swept away by Pyrrha and Nora! “The only antidote is to have sex with me!”
They didn’t question it. They didn’t have the brainpower right now to question it. But Pyrrha was still pinning Jaune to the ground, peeling his clothing off as he vainly struggled under her grip. “P-Pyrrha!” Jaune begged, somehow still able to resist a pure dose of distilled Amor Encanta, “You’re being affected by, oh gods how is it getting even harder, a drug! You need to have sex with Ren! Before you do something you regret!”
“I don’t need a drug,” she snarled, “to want to fuck you!”
“Wait, what-” and then she kissed him. Ren watched in horrified dismay as her rival passionately kissed the love of her life.
“How about we just fuck everyone,” Nora panted, “Oh gods, I need to fuck Jaune so bad!”
She- she couldn’t lose! She raced over to where Pyrrha had finished yanking down Jaune’s pants and then...
It was the one thing that could make three lust-addled girls stop dead in their tracks.
Holy shit.
That thing was a… oh, she’d never even imagined it could be so perfect…
But then Sensible Ren spoke up, from the back of her mind where she’d been tied up and imprisoned: Everyone’s distracted. Make your move! Now!
That was so true! And so she lunged forward, gracefully disrobing as she dashed past her rivals towards her prize. “MINE!” she screamed as she plunged herself down on… oh heavens!
It was perfect. Pure perfection. He was so big and so hard and it was like her pussy was made for his cock, like her whole body was shaped just for him, the key to her lock, and she felt a rush of pleasure more intense than any drug she could imagine. She was getting her fix and she knew she couldn’t stop at just one hit. She wanted more, more and more and more and MORE!
Jaune weakly attempted to speak up, still impressively resisting the effects of the aphrodisiac, “Ren,” he begged, “you don’t want to do something you’ll regret… D-don’t be mmmf!” Pyrrha silenced him by putting his tongue to better use on her pussy. And then she gripped Ren’s shoulders and looked her teammate right in the eyes.
Oh no. Oh no. She had gotten so tied up in aphrodisiacs, she’d forgotten that Pyrrha was terrifying! And she couldn’t, she didn’t-
Oh, it was impossible to be frightened while Jaune was inside her!
But then Pyrrha looked her into the eyes so tenderly and mouthed, “Thank you,” her words almost achingly sweet. And then she leaned forward and kissed her right on the lips!
So startled by Pyrrha’s forceful kiss, she didn’t notice Nora was behind her until her hands began to cup and massage her chest, her lips kissing Ren’s shoulders and neck and nibbling her ears. “Now we all get to share Jaune,” she sighed, “You’re so wonderful, Ren. You’re the kindest, the sweetest, the… I- I- I love you so much, Ren! I love Pyrrha, and I love Jaune!”
They were… they were happy for this arrangement? But her thoughts scattered as Jaune’s hands gripped her hips and he started forcefully fucking her mind to pieces. The Amor Encanta had kicked in, it seemed, and neither Ren nor Pyrrha could focus on anything but the man who was turning their pussies into his playground and their minds to mush. He was so good! So good! So-fucking-gooooooooooooood!
And then Jaune released inside her and Ren screamed. She’d never had an orgasm, never even masturbated before and her first left her mind utterly shattered. She practically fell off of Jaune, only propped up by Nora, as she weakly giggled and twitched, all her nerves scrambled by pleasure. Her eyes rolled, the only thoughts in her head were those about his cock mastering her.
Jaune, however, had lost all semblance of rationality as he truly cut loose. He was a beast, pinning Pyrrha to the floor in a mating press, fucking her silly, but Pyrrha’s face showed that she was ecstatic to finally get his dick. And as Ren regained sensibility, she realized that it made sense—Jaune was the one man living with three women, three women who were constantly trying to win his affection, to give him “accidental” peeks and glimpses of what they had to offer (she now realized that Nora’s recent carelessness with towels actually had a reason behind it), and he had valiantly held up as a gentleman. He must be so backed up, unable to get any release because of the constant threat of Nora barging in on him in the bathroom (in retrospect, it should have been obvious she was into him).
Even as one of his teammates was drugging him for sex, he still managed to resist his libido. It must have built up terribly inside him, and now it was all let loose, and they were so ready for it! Watching Jaune screw his partner into the floor was just so hot, and it got even better when Nora shyly sidled up to her and asked, “So… since Jaune’s busy… would you mind if I,” and she gestured to Ren’s pussy, with Jaune’s pearly cum leaking out of it, “helped myself?”
With a giggle, she spread her legs a little wider. Pulling her closest friend, her partner, her sister into a tight 69, Ren settled into the first of what she hoped would be many Team JNPR orgies.
“Alright, dish,” Yang said, biting into a tea cake, “the rumors about Jaune—any truth to them?”
Ren sipped her tea in the RWBY dorm. She and Pyrrha were visiting their sister team to… chat and gossip, with no ulterior motives. “I don’t know what you mean,” she demurred.
“You shouldn’t,” Weiss sniffed, “It’s just the same gross assumptions whenever there’s one man on a team with three women.”
Pyrrha laughed, “Oh, do people really think Jaune’s, well… doing all of us?”
Ruby got very red at that, and Weiss’s eyes went wide. But Yang just laughed and asked, “I mean… is he?” Though from the sound of her voice, she seemed none the wiser. Surprising—they certainly hadn’t been quiet.
“It’d be real impressive if he could,” Blake whistled. “One guy taking care of Pyrrha and Nora? That’d be a feat.” Then she added, “And you too, Ren, didn’t want to think you were left out.”
“No harm done,” she quietly replied, trying to keep her smirk constrained.
“I apologize,” Weiss said through gritted teeth, “for my teammates’ inappropriateness. The very thought is absurd, after all.”
Of course it was absurd to Weiss. She was a boring priss who was too caught up in thoughts of “propriety” and “socially appropriate relationships” to know real joy. Ren was so glad she hadn’t grown up like that, because if she had, she’d never have realized how much better her life could be if she just ignored social norms and loved who she loved.
They had settled into a state of blissful coupling. Jaune was team leader and their shared boyfriend. His job was to make sure they all felt equally loved and to keep them in line when jealousies started creeping up or they got a little too frisky. Pyrrha was his partner and personal trainer, and, they’d agreed, she would be his “official” girlfriend once it was time to go public. Nora’s role was as mercurial as Nora was: this week, she was his sex slave, and he was “disciplining” her right now at her request—she had confessed this morning that she had been naughty, thinking of herself as a person instead of his toy. Next up, she was either going to be their pet or she was going to change things up and try being their life coach. Possibly flip the script and try being their dominatrix. Ren was excited for whatever she settled on.
And Ren… she was the housewife. She loved being domestic, learning recipes to cook for her partners, cleaning up after her teammates, and how Jaune would pinch her butt while she was trying to take care of things. They all made her feel so appreciated, and she loved how she could express her love for her teammates so openly, in so many ways. And she loved having a reason to wear dresses and makeup and spend so much time on her hair, no longer thinking of it as an impractical extravagance but a simple necessity of having to look good for her man.
Yes, she was so glad she’d dosed all of them with a high-powered aphrodisiac without their knowledge or consent.
“So what’s in the basket?” Yang asked impatiently, gesturing towards the adorable little wicker basket beside Ren, covered with a red checkerboard patterned cloth.
Jaune had expressly forbidden Ren from collecting, processing, or using Amor Encanta... but that wasn’t the only aphrodisiac herb Ren was aware of.
“I baked brownies,” she said with a smile, “Would you care for any?”