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It was hard not to be awed by Pyrrha.
Ruby had known her since she was 15, a teenager full of dreams of heroism and so utterly out of her depth for the realities of being a Huntress, when Pyrrha was a four time champion, a superstar celebrity that Ruby adored even before she got to learn what a sweet, humble, and kind person she was. Four years at Beacon had done much to emphasize the real girl, the always apologetic, unfailingly cheerful fox Faunus who’d become one of Ruby’s closest friends, but at the same time… Pyrrha never stopped having the presence of a celebrity. Particularly as “the Invincible Vixen’s” fame had only grown.
A lot of that had to do with Jaune. Going through Beacon, as Ruby began to discover that she had feelings, non friendship feelings, the really special boy-and-girl feelings (well, Blake and Weiss had the same kind of girl-and-girl feelings, but- nevermind!) she immediately realized that she and Pyrrha seemed to be on a head-on collision. Even though Weiss insisted everyone was stupid if they thought for a moment that Pyrrha might have feelings for her partner, Ruby could see that well… they spent a lot of time together. Pyrrha was very… affectionate with Jaune. And even though Yang insisted that Team RWBY would beat Pyrrha up for Ruby’s sake… Ruby knew that competing with Pyrrha was… she was Pyrrha!
That, and Blake added that they’d probably lose.
But it had been Pyrrha who had approached Ruby. Had told her that she got the sense that Ruby liked Jaune. Like- liked Jaune, and… and she encouraged it. Told Ruby to pursue him, even helped her out, having Ruby join them for training sessions on the roof, asking Ruby if she wouldn’t mind “tutoring” Jaune in weapons development, privately, and she’d been the one who pushed Ruby to finally tell Jaune that she liked him.
From there, the two of them had started dating, and it was clear that Pyrrha couldn’t be happier for them. When Jaune and Ruby got married after graduating Beacon, there had actually been a fight between them for if Pyrrha would be a Bridesmaid or a Groomsman (Jaune had won, but Pyrrha did go to Ruby’s bachelorette party). So Pyrrha had been a mutual friend of theirs that had been a part of their lives from the beginning of their relationship. But even with that level of familiarity… Pyrrha was still Pyrrha. A multiple time world champion. And when she said she needed to talk with them about an important matter, well, it was hard not to feel a little… awed to see her, even in their living room, sharing coffee in a totally ordinary situation.
Pyrrha didn’t keep them waiting, though, setting down her mug and launching right to the point.
“I think I should start by explaining that in fox Faunus culture, it’s… unbecoming for a vixen like myself to ever get married, or even have a boyfriend.”
“Oh Pyrrha!” Ruby gasped, about to say “That’s awful,” but then realizing that… this was Pyrrha’s culture, and if she’d learned anything from sharing a room with Blake for four years, there were a lot of bigoted views that came from assuming that “Valean human” was the definition of “normal.”
But Pyrrha didn’t seem to take offense. “I understand, it must seem strange, yes, but it’s my culture, and I do cherish it.”
“So...” Jaune hesitantly spoke up, “You’re just… not allowed to be in a relationship? That seems… really hard.”
Pyrrha shook her head. “It’s not that I’m not allowed to be in a relationship, no. I just can’t get married or have a boyfriend. But a vixen, particularly one as accomplished as I am,” she fluffed out her tail in pride, “would be expected to seduce the husband of another woman and carry out an affair.”
…
What?
Jaune spat out his coffee; Ruby just sat there dumbfounded.
“I know,” Pyrrha said, a familiar blush coming across her features, “It’s not the… easiest thing to explain, but I’m a modern Faunus—I don’t want to hurt the people I care for, and I don’t want to have sex with anyone I didn’t care for… and that’s where you come in.”
Her eyes met Ruby’s, her piercing emeralds cutting right through Ruby before she could put up any defenses, hide any of her most secret inner thoughts before she said-
“I wouldn’t want to do anything unless both of you consent, and, more so, that both of you were happy with this arrangement.”
“I...” Jaune stammered, his words locked in his throat, “I don’t- I’m not going to cheat on my-”
Ruby would have felt proud of how reflexively Jaune stood up for the integrity of their marriage, especially when asked by someone like Pyrrha, who not only already had a strong emotional attachment with her husband, but was also… a very beautiful woman. Very beautiful, the kind that gave Ruby some small, worried voices of jealousy in her head back when they were at Beacon. But she wasn’t feeling proud because Ruby wasn’t feeling anything, so stunned was she to hear that Pyrrha was soliciting them for a… for a what?
But Pyrrha moved in quickly to explain. “I don’t want to come between you or cause problems for your marriage! I would understand if you didn’t think this arrangement would work for you,” she said, a pleading note in her voice that tugged at Ruby’s heartstrings, “but… I… I wanted it to be you. The both of you. I don’t want to hurt your relationship—I want to help it. To bring in my talents as a vixen to ensure the both of you have a strong, loving, and enjoyable marriage. Even if unorthodox-”
“I’m in,” Ruby said, startling the table, Ruby included.
“Ruby?” Jaune said in surprise, “You- you don’t have to- I mean, I wouldn’t want you to feel you had to-”
She shook her head. “No, I… I know it sounds weird, but Pyrrha made so much of our relationship possible. From the beginning. And I want… I want Pyrrha to be happy, too.” She smiled at her Faunus friend, who blinked away a few grateful tears as Ruby took her hand. “You’re a very lucky man, Jaune, but… I’m a really lucky woman to have you. And I think… no, I know Pyrrha has our best interests at heart, and I trust you both. If… Pyrrha being our vixen makes us all happier… then why should I stand in the way?”
“Thank you,” Pyrrha said, dabbing away at her eye with a tissue, “I… I admit, I was really, really nervous about telling you, but I… I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. Jaune?”
Jaune blinked in surprise, not expecting to be brought into the conversation so quickly. “I… I mean if Ruby’s okay with it, I guess...”
“Jaune,” Ruby said, giving her husband a warm smile, “you don’t have to lie on my account. Go ahead—tell Pyrrha the truth.”
Blushing, her husband glanced away before fixing his courage, a slight grin on his face, and answering, “Okay, yeah… I really wouldn’t mind having sex with Pyrrha.”
It was weird. And not in the way that “permitting another woman to sleep with your husband” was weird. It was weird how… good Ruby felt to hear that. That she was helping out Pyrrha, that she and Jaune had a relationship that could endure a variation from the norm, and… and she wouldn’t lie. Ruby had always found Pyrrha to be an attractive woman. A very attractive woman. And she’d be lying if she wasn’t imagining what Jaune and Pyrrha might do together, but… well that was hardly an appropriate thought for right now!
Their arrangement had… actually started off pretty well. Actually, really well. Pyrrha had done a lot to make it easy, ensuring that Ruby never felt like she was threatened. For one thing, Pyrrha had become much more involved in Ruby’s life, which she had to admit, she really enjoyed. Pyrrha was a great girlfriend just to hang out with, and she’d made sure that Ruby was emotionally supported, just as Jaune did.
And in the bedroom… it was clear that Pyrrha’s skills in training Jaune weren’t limited to just the arena. Their sweet, awkward fumblings soon turned to virtuoso performances, where Jaune’s tongue, fingers, and oh Maidens his cock were turning Ruby into a puddle of lust. It seemed that every night Jaune spent with Pyrrha gave him some new technique to try on his wife, and Ruby was grateful for the instruction. She felt almost a little embarrassed how little they knew about sex before Pyrrha stepped in to teach them. Well, to teach Jaune, who then taught her, she supposed.
But overall… having a vixen was turning out really well! She kept it secret, though she figured, of her friends, Ren and Nora probably already knew (RWBY had a bond as tight as JNPR’s, but as Yang had noted, they had a “weird connection” that was almost telepathic) and Blake, an expert at sniffing out salacious secrets, had been giving Ruby some knowing looks. But would telling Weiss or Penny or Yang be—actually, she really shouldn’t tell Yang, who already had a bit of a grudge against Pyrrha for a few tournament finals. But for the rest of them, this was just… a nontraditional relationship. One where Ruby and Jaune were very happy.
But Ruby never really forgot the memory she had that first day in the coffeeshop, thinking of Pyrrha and Jaune… together. It had started as just a small thing, but with time, her imagination had run wild. Pyrrha’s body, gloriously naked, her tail curled and fluffed to tantalizingly obscure her breasts and pussy like a fan dance, all for a married man… her married man… It was a thought that came to Ruby at times, completely unbidden and sometimes awkwardly.
Like right now.
She had had to make a quick trip home to grab her toolkit because she had forgotten that the Armory in Vale didn’t have the right kind of sprockets she needed for Crescent’s mechashift—she had gotten used to being Pyrrha’s friend and getting a champion’s access to premium equipment as a given—only to discover that she wasn’t the only one home.
Noises from the bedroom, unmistakable noises, told her exactly what was happening. She- she knew that today was one of Jaune and Pyrrha’s… visits, but she hadn’t ever really thought about these details. Until now. She thought about how Pyrrha looked naked, her breasts unencumbered by anything more than flimsy lingerie, or her husband, bearing down on her, his muscular body sweaty from the exertion of a marathon session of lovemaking, but never… never where it took place. Not until she got home and realized the obvious option of it happening… happening in her home. In… her bed.
And they had no idea she was here. She was creeping, slowly, closer, all thoughts of sprockets forgotten because of something far more important. Something conjured from her mind and made real, undeniably real...
She could… she could hear them… m-making love…
“Oh yes, Jaune, yes!” Pyrrha’s voice echoed down the halls, “Take- take me like a bitch! Fuck me, use me, I’m your dirty fox and I need your cock!”
Ruby realized that she had to go. Had to leave. That she couldn’t- couldn’t listen to this any longer as she leaned against the wall, her legs suddenly feeling very heavy, a pounding in her head that was making it hard to think as her heartbeat just thudded away without mercy. Her husband was having an affair. She- she knew about it, even gave it her approval, but hearing it made it all so, so different.
“Maidens, I- fuck, you nasty slut, you love being fucked!”
“I do! I doooooooo! Pull my tail, Jaune, pull it, pull it, PULL IT!”
Pyrrha’s scream seemed to echo through the house and all the way into Ruby’s core. And Jaune… hearing him so… so dominant and rough with Pyrrha… Pulling her tail? Did Jaune… did Jaune like that? And- and they were still going? Ruby could hear the rhythmic creaking of the bed that told her Jaune was still going at it, still fucking Pyrrha, his vixen…
Her vixen. The other woman...
Leaning hard against the wall, Ruby closed her eyes as she heard Jaune and Pyrrha’s gasps and moans, their grunting noises of pleasure. She couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop herself from comparing it to her memories, what Jaune sounded like when he was with her… and then a horrible truth dawned on her.
Pyrrha had been training Jaune in how to have sex, how to truly make love… and he, in turn, brought it to Ruby. Which had made Ruby’s sex life far more enjoyable, but from his perspective… he went from this vivacious vixen to his wife, the clueless little schoolgirl who didn’t know the first thing about sex, didn’t have the body Pyrrha had. Ruby was no longer 15, but the stigma of those two years still clung to her, the kid sister of RWBY and JNPR, and frankly, in the end, her body had not developed like Yang’s. While Pyrrha was- was a literal supermodel! She was sexy, while Ruby… was Ruby.
The kid, tagging along, n-not really belonging there, j-just tolerated b-because people- people felt sorry for her!
It was at this point Ruby realized she was rubbing herself. Adrenaline spiked as she ripped her hand away, her eyes darting to see if anyone had seen her, a bloom of shame rippling through her entire body as she dashed down the hall, out the door, resolving that she absolutely would not, could not ever again catch herself eavesdropping or, or, or...
Or she didn’t know what would happen!
But it seemed that Ruby couldn’t bring herself to stop listening. In fact, it slowly became a bigger and bigger fixation, where she had to know about every one of their trysts. Every time she wasn’t with Jaune, she imagined Pyrrha just… pouncing on him, taking advantage of Ruby’s absence or… or Jaune seeking her out, needing real satisfaction after having to pretend with Ruby.
Not that she wasn’t trying! Ruby was horny, so horny, all the time now, and she was quick to turn to Jaune to relieve it. At first, to remind him who his wife was, that Ruby Rose could hold her own, even against Pyrrha! B-but as time went on… Ruby couldn’t help but compare herself to Pyrrha. Pyrrha’s body would make this outfit more enticing, Pyrrha’s natural grace would give her the sway needed to be seductive, Pyrrha’s talents in the bedroom, which Ruby listened to again and again, would please Jaune far more than she could.
Jaune was sweet. Adoring. She had no reason to think she was disappointing him from how Jaune treated her. No, Ruby was the one disappointed. She measured herself up to Pyrrha and found herself wanting. And as she started making more of an effort to eavesdrop, she realized… she was enjoying Pyrrha and Jaune’s sex life more than she was enjoying her own.
That revelation was a game changer. She’d long since stopped trying to deny herself and would quietly masturbate while listening, whether in the hall or hiding in the closet, giving Jaune some flimsy pretext for why the house would be just him (...and his Mistress) while Ruby was out for a few hours. Silencing her moans, remaining perfectly still, using all her skills at body control that a sniper needed in the field, Ruby would lie in wait for her husband to welcome his vixen into their home and make real love to her. The only thing that could really get Jaune off… and Ruby too.
The problem, though, was that Jaune and Pyrrha had many places to make love, while Ruby really only could spy on their sessions if it happened in her home. She could try following Jaune, but… he was a master Huntsman, like she was. He wouldn’t notice Ruby hiding in her home turf, but he would notice if he was being followed, and besides… something about hiding in her own home just made it so much hotter.
So she… she started to try to find ways to entice Pyrrha to stay in the house. Her first attempt had been equal parts subtle and pathetic, taking Pyrrha with her to buy a new bed set. Selecting a high thread count, asking for Pyrrha’s opinion on which looked best for a bedroom, and pursuing whatever had her approval like a dog. She’d made sure to have Pyrrha “try the bed out” after she’d changed the sheets and had, less subtly than she might have hoped, mentioned that her input was needed, because she used this bed almost as often as Ruby did.
Ruby had to masturbate herself silly after Pyrrha left, she was so turned on by how embarrassingly pathetic her behavior was. That whole time… Pyrrha must have picked up, seductive vixen that she was, that Ruby… Ruby wanted Pyrrha to sleep with her husband even more often.
And it didn’t stop there. Ruby, being a good friend, suggested that Pyrrha really ought to start keeping some clothes over at their place. After all, she and Ruby had—and she had to stifle a moan when she said this—two very different figures. But when Pyrrha, so grateful for Ruby’s approval that her eyes sparkled with tears, had brought over sleep shirts and pajama bottoms, Ruby had to “surprise her” with a gift for… for Patch Independence Day where she stocked her vixen’s drawer with lingerie and outfits for the bedroom.
Insisting that this was a gag gift, a “haha, here’s something for some bedroom fireworks” and trying to play it off as normal… it was humiliating. Humiliating and arousing, particularly because she had to tell both Pyrrha and Jaune the same excuse and hope she didn’t come across as some kind of desperate perv saying this idiotic lie while clenching her thighs together, just knowing that the two of them would be discussing this later… having a laugh at how weird Ruby was being while her husband dominated his fox’s pussy…
But it had worked. Jaune and Pyrrha no longer used motels, no longer used Pyrrha’s place, no longer went anywhere else than where Ruby could “catch” them. They made love at home, in Ruby and Jaune’s marital bed when Ruby made up reasons for why she’d have to leave the house for a while.
This was the arrangement that held for a while. Pyrrha’s seductive allure seemed to only increase as Ruby watched her steal Jaune away, inch by inch, until Ruby ceased having sex with her husband altogether. It was a foregone conclusion—Ruby knew that he was thinking of Pyrrha when they made love, comparing Ruby’s feeble, inexperienced efforts to the goddess he was sleeping with. After all, Ruby was consumed with thoughts of Pyrrha while she tried to make love to her husband, and she’d only ever overheard them. But it was enough to tell Ruby that Pyrrha was taking care of his needs now, and Ruby was better suited for just masturbating in the closet. Gods, was she ever—she’d never had such orgasms, hiding behind her clothes, hearing Jaune and Pyrrha together, making love like Ruby never could. She’d even gotten herself a fox tail of her own, a toy to shove up her ass, feeling how… how much less she was than Pyrrha as she rubbed herself to the sound of her vixen and her husband.
And so, perversely, Ruby’s sex life had never been better. Same with Jaune’s, that was for certain, and all the while, Pyrrha and Jaune were also fulfilling all of Ruby’s emotional needs, as a friend and a husband, and she was… as humiliated and pathetic as she was, Ruby was happy. It stayed well, for a while, until…
“How do you feel about bondage?” Jaune asked, his voice muffled by the closet door, but the thought came through, crystal clear and forcing Ruby to bite her hand to keep quiet.
“Ooooh, sounds fun. Thinking of doing a fox hunt?” Pyrrha gave her sexy tail an inviting waggle.
But Jaune laughed. “Maybe in the future, but for now… how about we start with you blindfolded and gagged?”
Yes. Oh, yes, yes, YES!
“I’ll get some of my ties from the closet.”
Oh no. No, no, no!
Ruby heard him step toward her as her combat training kicked in, a desperate need to find something, anything that could hide her, could save her from-
The door opened, light spilling in… and revealing the wife hiding from the both of them, in the closet, bottomless, with three sticky fingers jammed in her cunt.
Jaune stared. Ruby’s eyes went so wide in horror, she was afraid she was about to blast him with her silver eyes. Neither had anything they could figure out how to say, either Jaune to make sense of it or Ruby to explain why she was half-naked in the closet with a fake fox tail jammed up her ass, her fingers already in her pussy.
“I was wondering how long it would take you to come to terms with your true feelings,” Pyrrha mused quietly, breaking the silence.
Both of them turned to look at her, wholly unable to say or do anything until their brains had a chance to reboot. So Pyrrha, with a kind, gentle smile, got up from the bed, walked over, and crouched down to look her in the eye. In spite of everything, Ruby felt… felt relieved to see Pyrrha’s gentleness. She felt like… like a naughty child who’d been caught outside mommy and daddy’s room, not a wife seeing the woman who was having an affair with her husband.
“I wanted you and Jaune to get together from day one at Beacon, Ruby,” she explained “I did it because I believed the two of you truly had something special, and I’m so happy to be a part of your relationship, but I also… had a selfish motivation. I wanted Jaune to end up with someone who had a… fetish for what I’d one day ask of them.”
Ruby blinked, surprised to hear it spoken out loud, but… but of course. It was obvious. Obvious to Pyrrha before it became obvious to Ruby, but… but from the beginning… this was what she wanted.
“Do you want to watch?” Pyrrha cooed, “Watch this toned, athletic, feminine body,” she gestured with her hand, showing her large breasts, her taut tummy, and her long, elegant tail, all things Ruby couldn’t compete with… couldn’t give to Jaune, “make love to your husband? Do you want to see a real woman steal him away, take your place in the relationship, in the home, steal everything you love… and then thank me for it?”
Oh gods.
Oh gods!
“Yesssssss...” she moaned.
There was nothing else she could say.
She sat on the chair and watched.
That was all she was allowed to do.
She wasn’t to touch herself, wasn’t to masturbate. Wasn’t to speak unless spoken to. Just watch.
Watch as Pyrrha rode Ruby’s husband with an athletic vigor Ruby could never have matched. Watch as her gorgeous vixen, bouncing in his lap, gave him pleasure beyond anything she was capable of. Watch as her marriage was made a sham, watch as her husband was stolen away, watch as she lost herself in her fantasies of shame and humiliation. Pyrrha was facing her, looking at her, looking at the lesser woman she so effortlessly outclassed, her bouncing tits taunting the flat little girl sitting and watching, her gushing pussy, clenching around Jaune’s cock, proclaiming who truly had him as her man.
It was hell.
It was heaven.
It was Ruby’s life now.
And she wouldn’t change it if she could.
“Oh, oh, oh, OH JAUNE!” Pyrrha squealed, erupting in front of Ruby with an orgasm more beautiful and passionate than anything Ruby could do with her fingers. She whimpered at the sight, remembering how Jaune’s cock used to feel inside her… before it became for Pyrrha only.
Panting as she caught her breath, Pyrrha glanced up to give Ruby a smile, half-taunting, half-grateful, a “thanks for lending me your husband, you pathetic bitch” smile that sent spasms all the way through Ruby’s body.
She had picked out the lingerie Pyrrha was wearing. Had done her hair and makeup earlier that night. “Who better knows what a man wants than his wife?” Pyrrha had said, making Ruby’s thighs clench. She wasn’t just… Pyrrha’s assistant, but Jaune’s wife. And that made everything so much hotter for the three of them, for Jaune, his vixen, and his hopeless cuckquean wife. As Pyrrha caught her breath and went back to riding Jaune’s cock, milking it for his seed, Ruby could only think of how perfect she looked, particularly with her freshly-shaven bush, which Ruby had asked Pyrrha, her cheeks burning the whole while, if she might have the honor of cleaning up for her. So she might better enjoy the sight of her husband’s dick pistoning into his real lover’s superior pussy.
It was no wonder that Jaune came, far more quickly than Ruby could have achieved, not that she had opportunities to compare anymore. He just… pumped shot after shot into her pussy, a worthy receptacle for his cum, as he cried out… he cried out, “Oh, Pyrrha!” his voice ringing with love and adoration for his vixen, his perfect, beautiful vixen!
Ruby’s eyes rolled in her head, but she wasn’t allowed to cum. Not yet. Not without permission. A g-good wife d-didn’t cum without permission. So she just clenched her thighs and watched as Pyrrha and Jaune caught their breath, leaning against each other, their perfect bodies glistening with sweat as Jaune’s strong arms wrapped around Pyrrha’s waist, her tail gently tickling his side.
“Jaune, dear?” Pyrrha lazily asked her lover, “Your wife’s been such a good girl… I’m thinking she deserves a treat.”
“Oh?” Jaune asked, giving his wife one of those warm, loving smiles that first made her fall for him when she was 15, “What were you thinking?”
Pyrrha placed a finger to his lips. “What should we do for a pathetic little cuckquean bitch who can’t hold her husband’s interest...” Ruby quaked with need, every insult striking home and turning her on so much! “Oh, I know! Ruby! Cum!”
The order from her husband’s mistress had only just reached her ears when her body involuntarily complied. She gushed, squirted, absolutely lost all control of her body as Ruby experienced an orgasm stronger than any she’d ever had before in her life. With her legs splayed uselessly, her panties soaked through, forming a puddle on the seat… she looked pathetic. A joke. A useless wife-bitch who would never enjoy her husband’s cock again!
Gods, she loved Pyrrha.
And Pyrrha loved her too. Pyrrha and Jaune both. With sex finished, the both of them came over to gently massage Ruby, reassuring her that she was their precious Ruby and, though Ruby was far too cummed out of sense to really make sense of what they were saying, she felt very much loved in the moment.
She felt the soft press of Pyrrha’s lips on her forehead, something that never failed to make her sigh with pleasure.
“It’s customary for a vixen to give a gift to her cuckquean for her husband. In a traditional relationship,” Pyrrha explained, “it is to mock the woman who doesn’t realize her inadequacy, but for you...” she gave Ruby another tender kiss on the forehead, “I want to give you a gift that tells you how much I love you. How important it is that I’m your vixen.”
“Wha-what d’you mean?” Ruby slurred in dull confusion.
“You’ll see soon enough,” she tittered, “but don’t worry—your place here is always secure, and I will never stop taking care of your husband for you.”
“Mmmm,” she sighed, “Love you… love you so much...”
“And we love you too,” Jaune said, giving another kiss to Ruby’s forehead.
As they both put their arms around her, Ruby felt that wonderful, inexplicable mix of love and warmth and humiliation and shameful inadequacy and arousal… but most of all, she felt a sense of belonging, the helpless little cuckcake of the two most wonderful people she’d ever known.
“Hey Rubes, it’s Pyr!” she said into her scroll, “I’m picking up dinner on my way home, you want something?”
Ruby was silent for a moment before her voice finally came through. “I w-would like my h-husband’s cum… from your pussy… please,” she said in a breathy rasp.
“Oh excellent!” Pyrrha said, feeling Jaune’s cock piston into her, making even Pyrrha’s legendary composure struggle not to cry out in pleasure. “We’ll have an order up, real soon! Oh, Jaune?”
“Mmmmmh,” he grunted, mostly focused on fucking Pyrrha.
“Your wife wants you to cum in my pussy for her. Anything you want to say to Ruby while she’s on the line?”
But Jaune shook his head, grabbing Pyrrha’s hips with both hands and just giving it to her! Now she really couldn’t keep it together!
“Nnnnnnngah, oh, Ruby, I’ll have to call you back! It’s g-getting really close to done, though! See you soon!”
She hung up before Ruby could even say goodbye, but not before Pyrrha began her long, orgasmic scream of pleasure, set off as Jaune grabbed her tail and pulled, just like she’d taught him. She had trained Jaune into a magnificent specimen, a true stallion of a man, the culmination of all the potential Pyrrha saw within him in the Emerald Forest.
As she slumped forward, her tail swishing in triumph, she felt Jaune groan as he released and pumped her full of his warm, virile seed. A fine treat for his sweet, darling wife, especially since Pyrrha couldn’t do anything with his seed. Not for another few months at least—they had visited the doctor earlier that day, and Pyrrha was so excited to show Ruby the ultrasound of the baby she would be having with Jaune. Pyrrha planned to reveal it to Ruby once she was done eating from Pyrrha’s pussy, with her face a mess of Pyrrha’s juices and her husband’s cum. She knew Ruby would get off on her gift, probably even have a naughty forbidden orgasm from her shame and humiliation. But Pyrrha would be a forgiving vixen and not force Ruby from their bedroom to sleep in the hall as punishment. It was a joyous occasion, after all.
Particularly because the ultrasound told them that Ruby and Jaune would be getting a little baby girl. With a gorgeous fox tail, a proper vixen, just like her mother.