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She Wants The Dust
By : RWBYRemnants
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Chapter List
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THIS CHAPTER: Arkos: trying on clothes, striptease, fingering, intercourse, coitus interruptus, nipple play, lap sex, awkward conversations, coming out.
BONUS 05: Arkos Epilogue
Why did I even suggest this?' Jaune Arc thought to himself as he was tucking into his meal, becoming extremely careful so as not to make any missteps or to do anything embarrassing. It was his idea to meet his girlfriend's parents, to show that he wanted to make an effort to be with her, and to get to know her family. It was a shame the blonde was so ridiculously awkward in front of others. They'd arranged this trip for a while, to head to Pyrrha's when term ended, and next term, Pyrrha would meet Jaune's family. Maybe that would be less awkward.
But his thoughts soon trailed away when Pyrrha nudged him, making him finally look up from his messy spaghetti plate. The eyes of both of her parents were on him.
"Hmm? Oh! Um, thanks for the lunch, Mrs Nikos."
"Of course," she responded to him with a slight nod of her head. Athena Nikos had the same waves of red hair as her daughter, the same eyes and delicate features, though her lips were fuller and she was much shorter. Obviously, his girlfriend’s height came from her father. "It's nice having someone visiting who is so obviously dear to our, ah, Pyrrha's heart."
It was quite noticeable that, every other time either parent began to say Pyrrha's name, they stuttered over the somewhat unfamiliar word. Of course, it was true they were making the effort, and they had apologetic smiles of chagrin flashing across their faces afterward. The effort made Jaune smile however. For his girlfriend's sake, he was glad they were accepting of her, and were making strides to show she was still loved and appreciated. He had been told they were quite the doting parents.
But who he wanted to meet in particular, was the one who wasn't so accepting. Her brother. He had heard tales of how her brother had bristled at the change, and he wanted to either explain it to him so he could understand, or else teach the little toerag a lesson.
But he was nowhere to be seen. "I-Is your son not joining us?"
Pyrrha's stomach clenched at the mention of her brother, but she tried her best to pretend no such thing was happening as she took a brief drink of pomegranate juice to give herself time to sound less flustered when she responded. "He'll be in school this time of day, right, Father?"
"Hmm?" the much larger figure asked, looking up from his own messy plate of food. It seemed rather like Jaune, he wanted to make an impression, so much he was very distracted. But when nudged by his wife, he immediately looked up to his daughter, realising he was being spoken to. "O-Oh! Yes, Hermes is still at Sanctum for now. I think he has after-class studies tonight, as well."
"Yes, that seems right," the mother said with a small smile as she poked at her salad. Apparently, she was currently on a diet, and therefore only having a half-serving of spaghetti alongside a small bowl of greens, lightly drizzled with dressing. "So, Jaune... how are you finding Beacon? Our Pyrrha has nothing but good things to say about it, but it would be nice to hear another perspective."
"Beacon? Beacon is very, uhh… challenging." It was the best he could come up with. He enjoyed Beacon vastly, but if his girlfriend hadn't have been there, he would have been expelled long ago. "I mean, I've met new friends, I like what I’m doing, but still challenging stuff."
"Sounds exciting, lad. And are there many others like you two there?" It was something that Mr Nikos was very curious of, seeing as his girlfriend had explained the situation between them, and yet the wide-eyed look he received from his wife made him feel very small. "W-what?! It's polite conversation!"
"It's perhaps a bit invasive for the first day we meet the boy, don't you think?" she asked pointedly, though obviously she was keeping up a kind face in front of the "guests". In private, her rebuke would probably be less soft and kind.
"No, it's not a problem!" Pyrrha assured her mother, even though privately she was embarrassed that her dad had asked. "So far as I know, we're the only two, but there may be more. It's not any of my business, though."
"P-People don't know about us, and we'd rather keep it that way," Jaune nervously added, finally placing his cutlery neatly on his plate to show he was done.
"Well, neither of you have to hide anything in this house. Doesn't matter if you're a lad, lass or anything in between, if you're good enough for our so- daughter." He hesitated, hunching his own shoulders nervously as he corrected his mistake. "T-Then you're good enough for us!"
While Pyrrha slumped forward, face resting in the palm of her hand, her mother nudged the father again, hissing under her breath, "Herc, please!"
"No, no, it's fine." Straightening and pushing her plate back, their daughter straightened as she asked, "May we be excused? I'd like to show Jaune around the house if you don't mind."
"O-Oh... Of course." Worried he may have embarrassed his daughter and their guest, right away Heracles went to sip his grape juice, using it as an excuse to shut himself up for a while. The man was surely in for a lecture later from his wife.
Jaune, however, pushed his chair back under the table once done, smiling to them both before leaving. "T-Thanks for the food, again. We'll… do the dishes after dinner?"
"Oh!" the mother said in some surprise. "That would be very kind of you, young man. Thank you." The smile she directed at Pyrrha immediately afterward clearly said "he's a keeper", but she was wise enough not to speak it aloud and further embarrass anyone.
"It's only fair! Can’t let everybody else do all the work, can I?"
Then Pyrrha and Jaune quickly gathered up their plates and left them in the kitchen before they turned to the rest of the house. He had already seen the living room, so she led him into her father's study, then along to the adjacent library.
"Some of these books have been in our family from as long ago as four generations," she explained, running one hand along a shelf. "Two or three were even written by a Nikos."
"It's impressive that your family's done so much. It's only been my father's line in the Arcs. No one really wrote books, though." He looked at a couple of weapon making books in particular, one even having a picture of a shield very similar to Pyrrha's own on the cover. Perhaps this was where she sought out her inspiration. "Your mom and dad seem really nice."
"I suppose they are," she laughed, smiling softly in his direction. "They just... don't always get everything right. But I know I've been blessed with parents who genuinely try their hardest." Bumping his hip with her own, she added, "And they seem to really like you."
A nervous laughter erupted from Jaune as he scratched his head. "I'm really glad of that, then. I was half expecting the 'no messing with my daughter' lecture."
This caused a slight sigh from the woman at his side. "That… probably has something to do with me having been their son before. They know I can handle myself, I did for many years, and I took on the responsibility of being my true gender all on my own. That combined with my prowess in the ring, they know I'm my own person who no longer needs them to coddle me."
"Well, yeah. You could easily take care of me... You may get that lecture from my dad, though." He laughed nervously once again, although after a moments silence looking at the book, he did lean in closer. "You know... You never showed me your room."
"Yes, I was getting to that. Don't you want to see the grounds or anything first?" The sly smile on her face told him that she had guessed why he was asking after her room so suddenly.
"Hmm..." Innocently looking up at the ceiling a moment, Jaune seemed to muse on that thought, slowly wrapping his arm around the woman and pulling her in closer. There was no way he could make his intentions more obvious.
"Do I want to explore the house of Miss Nikos? Or do I want to explore Miss Nikos herself?"
That caused Pyrrha to blush deeply. There was a reason he phrased things that way: the Dust had finally worked. As it turned out, the original formula – rather than the antidote she had mistakenly taken the first time – had the effect they had been after for her. Within a few hours of taking it, she felt the unsettling sensation of her anatomy shrinking in on itself, transforming and being reshapen. It seemed to take longer than it had for Jaune, but in the end, she had exactly what she had always wanted.
"Then allow me to take you upstairs, sir, where you may do both."
"Why excellent, madame." He then held his arm out, to take her hand in his own. Already he was beginning to blush; he had been looking forward to this for the past few days.
Once they ascended the grand staircase in the main entrance hall, she led him down a hallway, gesturing to one room that belonged to her brother, the master bedroom at the end of the hall, linen closets, a pair of guest rooms - one of which Jaune would be using, at her parents' insistence. Maybe they were glad to have him for company, but sleeping together in the same room was farther than they were prepared to accommodate.
"And this is mine," she said as she pushed open the door, revealing a spacious room with a canopy bed and armour draped over mannequins, a door leading to a closet, a few other shelves of things here and there. A large combination mirror-and-viewscreen hung on one wall over her dresser, which supported a couple of jewellery boxes and bottles of perfume. It was quite tidy, and most likely meant they had a servant tidy it while she was away at school.
"Wow," Jaune couldn't help but mutter under his breath, gazing in awe at the elegant space. Anyone could have guessed this was the room of a princess, rather than just a student of Beacon. His room wasn't even half the size of this. In fact, his house was probably a little smaller! "And I share mine with the cat..."
"Nothing wrong with that, though I'm more of a dog person," she snickered as she eased the door shut behind them. "But yeah, this room underwent a lot of transformations when I started transforming myself. My dad was the sort who really encouraged sports and all things manly, and I think it hurt him a little when I started going to my mom and asking about femininity instead... but he adjusted. We all did."
"Well he... tries to have an active role, at least. My mom kinda just shrugged and let me do what I wanted. It's only really my sisters that actively encouraged me; I think they knew before I did."
When looking toward the desk, he noticed the many different kinds of make up and perfume. No one would have guessed this was once a 'boy's' room. "Well, I like it. It's... you."
"Then welcome." Pyrrha slid her hand into his again and tugged him over to set on the edge of her bed. "You can poke around if you want to; my secrets are your secrets."
"O-Oh…" Once more, he began to blush wildly as he sat on the edge of the bed with her. So soft! Was there anything with Pyrrha Nikos that wasn't perfect? She even had the softest bed he'd ever felt! But looking back up into the stunning green eyes, he softly smiled, holding her hand closely. "So... We're just who we wanted to be."
Without hesitation, she leaned in and pressed her lips softly against his cheek, breathing in as she did so to surround herself in his heady male scent. "We are. Should we do just what you wanted to do, as well? Or shall I play dress-up for you? There are quite a few outfits in my closet..."
"D-Dress up?" His attention was certainly raised with that comment. What could Pyrrha Nikos possibly be thinking?
"Yes. I m-mean, if you're interested." Honestly, the two of them had been so content with exploring each other's bodies that nothing in the way of "interests" had been discussed - their spontaneous rendezvous in the library notwithstanding. Maybe Jaune wasn't into clothes in that way.
More curious as to what his lover would come up with, he sat himself back on the bed, resting his arms back. "Show me."
Even the casual, confident pose made Pyrrha nervous. Smiling softly, she stepped lightly to the door of her closet and pushed it open - and it created the perfect little dressing screen, hiding her just enough so that Jaune could occasionally catch sight of an elbow or her posterior.
"Let's see," she began to say as she reached down to pull off her boots. "What do you want to see first? Something girly, or regal, or tomboyish?"
All of those options appealed to Jaune. Even tomboyish had an odd charm to it, if it meant seeing a casual side to the normally-poised woman.
But that didn't tickle his fancy today; something else did. "Hmm... A Regal miss Nikos..."
"Very well," she said with a bemused air. Quickly, she stripped out of the usual armour and began to change the clothes underneath for something in the closet. "You want to just see me in the clothes, or do jewellery?"
The idea of seeing Pyrrha in jewellery was a real treat, something to make the elegant woman look even more like royalty. And yet… "J-Just clothes. I don't want to break anything if we get… excited."
That was quite a good point - nevermind it would take longer. Still, she would have been glad to put on all manner of earrings and bracelets if he wanted the look to be complete.
Finally, she stepped out from behind the door wearing a long black gown with ruffles that accentuated her hips and a straight shot of fabric that began to ruffle again just above her feet, which were clad in open-toed heels. The neckline was modest and bore lace around the edges.
"Do you like it?"
Eyes staring widely, Jaune Arc struggled to keep his jaw from hitting the floor. It was simply stunning, as if a real member of royalty was right before him. He didn't even feel worthy to be in her presence. Bowing his head in character, he put on a pompus accent. "Your Majesty."
"Oh, stop," she giggled, though it was clear the treatment flattered her. Twirling slightly to force the ruffles hanging above the floor to flare out, she said, "This is only about a year old... I refused to let myself want anything this fancy until I really started looking more like myself - when the hormones kicked in."
"So that was your big ‘aim-for’ dress, huh? I like it." He smiled. it reminded him almost of the dress she wore to the dance. That, of course, showed off more skin and more of a figure, which was probably an item of clothing her dad would not have approved of. "You look stunning in it."
"Thank you. That... means a lot." Then she cleared her throat and asked, "Anything else? Maybe something girlier, or sportier? Or... risque? I have one or two things like that."
"Risque? The great Pyrrha Nikos owns risque clothing?!" Although he was playing along, he was genuinely curious. This was really the first time they had experimented on anything like this, outside of the usual sexual exploring. Perhaps it would be something they enjoyed.
Blushing, she swatted his arm gently - though hard enough he would likely feel it. "Stop! And it's not like it's that bad, just a bit... sexy. If you're going to make fun of it, though, you can forget about ever seeing anything at all!"
"Make fun of it? Are you kidding me? I really, really wanna see it!" This time, his voice was genuine. He really did want to see what kind of clothing Pyrrha owned for this sort of thing. The knowledge that it was her own that she had bought just for her made it all the better.
"F-fine," she sighed, still blushing and looking grumpy, though she was clearly mollified by how much he desired to glimpse her in such attire. Stepping back behind the door, she hurriedly unzipped from the dress. "If you're not careful, I'll make you wear one of these!"
"Oh no, once was enough at the dance!" he laughed loudly. Although, as she began to get herself dressed, he shuffled himself back onto the mattress, and began to take off his own boots and trousers. If they really were going to do this, he might as well get ready as well. Save some time before the main event.
"Okay, are you ready?" Not waiting for a response, since he had already expressed so much desire before, Pyrrha came around the corner revealing herself to be in a deep red nightgown that just barely reached past her centre. The lace was just dense enough on her chest to mostly obscure her nipples, and a bow between them hid her cleavage, but the see-through fabric elsewhere easily revealed the black panties she was wearing underneath. Then there was nothing but long stretches of leg all the way down to where her feet shifted awkwardly on the floor.
Already halfway through the awkward process of removing his jeans and shirt, Jaune once again couldn't look away. ‘Risque’ was certainly one word for what his girlfriend was wearing; there were several more words he could use as well. But for now, he wanted her closer, so he could explore her fully.
"Wow... How... How do I have you all to myself?"
"Just cursed, I guess," she joked lightly, her fingers toying with the hem. "What do you think? Too much? It was kind of an impulse buy... you think I look like a tramp, don't you?"
"I think I want you… right now, Miss Nikos. And anybody would." The blonde lowered his voice, patting the space next to him in the bed to beckon her over to him. He really wasn't lying, the clothing suited her perfectly. Not to mention, it showed off her figure, left enough on show to tease. It was perfect. So he would have none of her squirminess and would only return love for uncertainty.
Pyrrha's heart soared. That he loved her so much he didn't even entertain how unkindly she had spoken about herself for a second... it spoke volumes. Sitting just beside him, she draped one leg over his now-bare one, snuggling against his side. "What do you want of me, then, Mister Ark?"
"Hmm... more like, what can I do for you?" he asked, tossing his shirt off to one side of the bed as he then instead held his hand against her cheek. "What say I sample how things taste, hmm?"
Pyrrha's cheeks lit up like the night sky. "O-okay, I... y-yes, I know you saw it before, b-because I couldn't wait to let you take a quick peek, find out if it seemed normal, but I'm still..." Gulping, she whispered, "What if you don't like it? Maybe that's silly for me to worry about, but I can't help worrying..."
Instead of words, Jaune leant forward, pressing his lips against hers for a short moment, before breaking away as he gently stroked her cheek. The time for nerves had disappeared for him. He had to help Pyrrha be confident. "We'll have fun discovering all this, right? But I'm pretty sure it's you I want. No matter what's down there."
"If you're sure..." Without further comment, she leaned back on the bed, spreading her legs as wide as she could without it feeling vulgar to her. One of her arms draped over her own eyes. "I... you're the only one I want to look, Jaune. To see the new me."
With another soft smile, he edged his way down the bed, trailing his hands up and down her thighs. The material her gown was made from felt incredible, like silk. It was a most wonderful sensation alone to touch it.
But as he pressed his hands onto Pyrrha's legs, and parted them a little more, Jaune smiled eagerly. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you."
Already, she felt her body responding - which was entirely new to her. Sensations happened in different areas from before, though they were at least similar. "O-oh? Then by all means, my love."
She allowed them to fall open the rest of the way, inviting him to do whatever he pleased with her body. He knew this organ all too well. Today, he would perform foreplay to his full potential on her. When he had his own biologically female sex, he had always enjoyed foreplay; the sensation of becoming ready was an amazing experience. Now he wanted Pyrrha to feel the same.
And so, he moved the material of the panties aside, pressing his fingers between her lips and into the soft folds. From there, he gently began to rub. Up and down...
"Ooohh," she breathed quietly at first, then as he trailed his fingers back up again she went, "Oh! Jaune, that's- wow, it's unbelievable!" Gulping, she let one hand fall to the sheets, gripping them tightly as she gave him free reign over her.
"You think that's good? How about…" He never finished his sentence as he eased her open even more, exposing her clitoral hood out to the open. Once he could see such a thing properly, he pressed his thumb very gently against it, trailing in soft circles.
"HAH!" burst from her throat enthusiastically. This was magic! It was as if he were grasping all of her former length with his hand, all in one tiny spot! Swallowing hard, she began to rock against him very slightly, not wanting to seem over eager but completely unable to stay still any longer.
There was a very mischievous chuckle that erupted from the blonde. Now he had the upper hand in this situation for once, because he knew exactly how this organ worked. "Seems that’s in tip-top shape, ma’am. And now the next test."
His other hand then dipped fingers into the ever growing wetness, brushing back and forth around her entrance to soak as much as possible, and also tease the nerves around there. The moan that loosed from deep in her throat was a bit too loud - if the walls weren't made of thick, expensive materials, everyone in the household would know what was going on. This was too much - she couldn't bear being stimulated two different ways at once! How did Jaune know how to do this?
Of course, she knew how he knew - from personal past experience. But simply owning one didn't mean he was completely perfect at using it. Apparently, he'd logged a few hours of study in his past. She was quite grateful for that now.
Even just teasing in these areas were awakening Jaune's own impulses. He could feel his body getting warmer as his arousal grew, could feel it bulging against his shorts. He wouldn't be able to hold back for long himself. But he had to make sure Pyrrha was comfortable first. And with that, he gently edged his fingers inside, brushing them firmly against the inner walls to get a good feel. It seemed just like his own so far.
"Ohhhhhh."
This was an entirely different sound. There was arousal in it, to be sure, but also wonderment, a sort of hallowed satisfaction. This was a moment she had been waiting for so long that she lost track. It was real. The feelings were real, and it could be treated just as Jaune's had been when he had one.
"You like it, huh?" Even more arousal could be felt between his legs as his own sex found itself hardening. He wanted to just immediately ram inside, over and over. She felt so perfect! It was so hard to resist doing such things. But that didn't stop the finger from drawing in and out, occasionally curling to find bundles of nerves.
Nodding, Pyrrha threw her head back and tried to widen her legs even more. Hips bucking up to meet the fingers, she delighted every time they found that most sensitive spot inside her, letting out high-pitched little squeaks and biting her lip to cut them off, heart in her throat. If this was any indication of what she would be feeling in the coming years, she was totally on board.
And so was Jaune. With his sex now rock hard, he felt he was completely ready to take her. And with that thought, be began to edge his boxers down with his other hand. "You ready for this? Ready for me?"
"Jaune," she sighed heatedly, "I've been ready for months. Please!"
"Okay…" This was it. Finally, he could make love to his girlfriend just as they wanted to. And there was nothing stopping them this time; Weiss had clearly relayed the information that the genitals were only reproductively able after six months, so there was no need to worry about that. It was perfect.
So he took his hand away, finally throwing off his boxers and climbing on top of her. His face still bright as day as he nervously chuckled, "God, I've been waiting so long..."
"I can feel just how long," she whispered, reaching a hand down to tease his length. It was true that she was a bit shy about how good she would be in bed now that her biology had changed, but she had no qualms about his. To her, Jaune had always been perfect, was perfect now, and would continue to be perfect far into the future.
Just as Pyrrha would to him. It didn't matter how good things were, as long as they had what they wanted, and had one another, he wouldn't wish it any other way.
Grasping his own sex, he aligned it with her folds, letting out a shaky gasp as it came into contact with the wetness. But this was his guide. Feeling around with his sex, he finally found the entrance, of which he slowly pushed inside.
"OhhhhHHHh, Jaune!" she gasped out, hands reaching up to rest lightly against his back as she felt him filling her entirely. "Jaune, you're inside me! Inside the real me, it's- NNNNhh, you're enormous!"
Why did it feel so much larger there than it had elsewhere? Realistically, she knew it was the same size... but perhaps because nothing had ever been inside of it before, anything felt twice the usual size there. No matter. Licking her lips, she widened her hips further still, inviting him in, relishing each sensation.
"Pyrrha…" he said in a breathy sigh, pushing more of himself inside of her. This felt so much warmer than when he had done this before, in another area on her body. Perhaps not as tight, but it felt far more different. Far more right.
Unable to help himself any longer, he found himself resting on top of her, lips connecting with her neck as he pushed inside even further, beginning to move his hips back and forth to test the sensations. The lips teased so much, but she wanted more. More of Jaune. Both of her legs raised up and wrapped around his waist as he rocked into her, as she let the sensations wash over her being. They were making love as man and woman for the first time in their true bodies. It was everything she had ever wanted, and more!
As he began to get used to the sensations, the blonde began to ramp up the speed. And the faster he got, the more powerful was the pleasure. Until it caused him to begin moaning rather loudly against her neck. He didn't care if anyone heard, it was fantastic!
"Oh... oh, Jaune!" Pyrrha was moaning, oblivious to everything else. Her nails left gouge-marks down his exposed back, sweat broke out across her forehead. Her climax began to build, despite their having only just started. "This is so much better than I could have dreamed! Make me yours! Make m-"
"ACHILLES!"
The voice bellowed through the room. It seemed someone outside did faintly hear – a certain someone who wasn't at school for as long as their parents originally stated. And when he was on his way to his room, he could hear the faint goings on.
Pyrrha's brother was stood in her doorway, hand in a tight fist. The danger was clear and present. Such a voice had made Jaune stop in his tracks, eyes widening in terror as he attempted to look over. Anyone but him…
"O-oh!" Pyrrha gasped as they both clung to each other, trying not to move an inch as if that would make things any better. "H-hello, Hermes! When did y-you get home?"
Hermes was an inch or two shorter than Pyrrha, but his hair was no less red and his features no less fair. The set of his jaw and tightness of his fist told the entire story of what was playing out through his mind.
"Get off him, you scrawny little-!"
That was aimed at Jaune, who wasted no time in quickly pulling himself backward and out of his lover, quickly fetching his shorts from the ground beside them. But the damage had been done. He'd seen what the two had been doing. He'd heard what they'd been doing. He was just growing madder and madder.
"So what, now you're gay, too, bro?!" he kept on, fists vibrating.
Hastily reaching down to tug the crotch of her underwear sideways to cover herself, a red-faced Pyrrha sat upright and scooted to the edge of the bed as she said, "Hermes, please, just… be reasonable! If I were gay, would I be with a man? Y-you're not making any sense!"
"No, YOU aren't making any sense! First you're wearing girls’ clothes all the time, now this? What is with you, Achilles?!"
He looked ready to swing a punch or two at her, but soon the half-naked blonde perked up from the other side of the bed, after pulling up his boxer shorts. "Her name is Pyrrha. And you should leave her alone, okay, kid?"
"This really isn't your business, little brother," Pyrrha added. "I'm not going to come bursting into your bedroom when you have someone over, so wh-why do you think you should be able to embarrass me this way?!"
"You're embarrassing yourself! With this stupid charade of being a woman. You were born a man, Achilles, and you will always be a man!"
But that was when Jaune snapped. He was already in the verge of saying something he shouldn't have, but now the smaller redhead was asking for what was coming. Without even a second thought, he ran forward, swinging his fist around to impact straight with his jaw, making him fall a fair distance until he hit the floor.
"JAUNE!"
Leaping off the bed, she ran to crouch over her brother, one hand playing over his face. There was no blood and no visible signs of damage yet, but that remained to be seen. Frowning in concern, she asked, "Are you okay, Hermes?"
Moving his hand back up to his chin, he moved his jaw side to side to adjust it back to position. That was going to leave a mighty bruise later. The only thing stopping him from jumping up and returning the blow was his sister leaning over him. But he wanted to make it clear that was what he wanted to do. So he batted the hand that rested on his cheek away, glaring angrily at Jaune.
"You better start running, little man, you're not getting away with that one!"
"Oh, no you don't," she snapped back down at him immediately. "This has gone far enough, and I don't want any more fighting!" Glancing over her shoulder at Jaune, mostly just to make sure he wasn’t going to jump at the boy again, she followed up with, "Maybe he acted rashly, but can you honestly blame him with the way you stormed in here, interrupting our privacy, and started telling us how to live our lives? We’re not hurting anyone by living how we choose to live, and being who we already are!"
Moving his jaw once again, he began to sit himself up, looking over to his sister, and then over to Jaune. It took him a while of staring until he began to realise. "Wait… our lives? You mean, he's a-"
But before he could finish that sentence, Jaune placed his hands on his hips and snapped, "Yes, I am. So if you're going to take the bigoted approach, then you're gonna have to accept that you just got punched by a ‘girl’."
It took a great deal of willpower for Pyrrha to resist laughing at the line. Instead, she forced herself to breathe, then reached to place a hand on her brother's shoulder again. "Must we have this conversation here and now? You caught us at a very bad time. I know you didn’t do it on purpose, but... really, what on earth is your problem?"
"Very bad time is putting it lightly..." Jaune muttered, but nonetheless went to collect his clothes from the ground, keeping quiet to let the two speak.
Hermes, however, was continuing to be unreasonable, batting the hand away. "My problem? You were my greatest inspiration. I looked up to you! I spent ages trying to be as cool as my big brother, and then all of a sudden you decide to change into… into this?!"
"I didn't 'change' into anything! This is who I am, I just... decided hiding that would do absolutely no good! Why do we always have to fight about this, why can't you just accept me as I am?!"
"Because it's not… not fair!" he yelled, hands curling into fists once again. This time however, his expression seemed to be that of upset, and hurt. "It's not fair that I've lost my big brother, the man I wanted to be. It's not fair that I have to lie to people about having a sibling because they'll pick on me. It's not fair, okay?!"
While Pyrrha had been sympathetic, it seemed she had just about lost her patience with his self-indulgent attitude. "How do you think I felt? You think it's 'fair' I was born into the wrong body, that I had to take hormones every day and look into getting surgeries instead of just growing into the person I wanted to be naturally? That this was just a fun decision I made one day because I was bored?! But you're right, I'm sorry some kids might make fun of you for something that isn't even any of their business – or yours!"
"I... Well… I…" That made him quiet down almost instantly. The more he thought about things, how hard it must be to come out, how hard it was at Sanctum, the more he was beginning to realise. And although he still didn't understand, he was doing better than shouting.
"...I just don't get it," he finally growled through his teeth.
"The only way I know how to explain it to you is that... the brother you wanted to imitate, that man? He wasn't real. That was a mask I wore because it’s what people expected. I'm real, I'm who I always was: Pyrrha. Except now I... found a way to show the world better." Shaking his shoulder, she said in a soft voice, "But you can still be that man you wanted to be. You don't have to have a brother to be inspired. In fact, I hope you'll be even stronger and braver than me when you finish growing up. Be the best at whatever you want to do."
"Sure,” he scoffed. “And the kids at school?"
But Jaune answered that one, unable to help but sarcastically laugh. "What? The cowards who will laugh just because you have a sister who's amazing enough to show who she is? That are just jealous they can't be that brave?"
Flushing bashfully at the praise, Pyrrha ducked her head as she said, "Just be who you are, do what you need to be doing. How would you react if I had been born in the body I have now and they started saying those things?"
It took a while for him to consider that, and think deeply about it. If he had a sister from the beginning, and they picked on him for it, the answer was simple. "Well sure, if you were already a girl before, I'd probably defend you."
"Probably?" Folding her arms over her chest, Pyrrha backed up to sit on her feet and stare down at him. "You said you looked up to me before. Do I strike you as the kind of person who would let someone insult or degrade my family?"
"No way, sir."
"Ahem." Once again, Jaune perked up, giving a rather filthy look when Hermes looked back around. "’No way, ma'am.’ Right?"
"If someone said that kind of thing about you? I'd at the very least be arguing with them, if not knocking them down. You, or Dad or Mom. You're so important to me... I wish I could make you understand that better, that I didn't do this just to upset people."
There was a moment of silence between the two, mainly while Hermes thought about what was said. It made sense that she wouldn't want to hurt anyone. Why would she? There were far easier ways to upset people than changing her entire gender. And how hard was that to do? It took Pyrrha years, at least. Who would do that just as a sick joke?
The more thoughts he processed, the more he began to understand. This wasn't about him. This was about his sibling's choice. His sister's choice.
"I'm sorry," he said in a voice that was barely audible, still looking angry but also embarrassed now.
"I'm sorry, too. Sorry things had to happen this way." Sighing and running a hand over her brow, she turned to glance at Jaune briefly before looking back in his direction. "Do you mind if I talk to my partner alone for a while? We'll come see you afterward."
"I did… kinda bust in on things, I guess," he said, shyly getting up from the ground and dusting himself off. Something told him he shouldn't offer to hug his sister or shake Jaune's hand just yet. "I'll be in my room."
"Alright."
Once he had shut the door behind him, Pyrrha crept over to it and turned the lock, then walked back over to Jaune... and promptly buried her face in his shoulder, positively trembling. Right away, she was welcomed into loving arms, which wrapped her into a warm embrace. Strong hands pet over her hair, rubbing her back, the full treatment.
"Uhhh, sorry I punched him in the face."
"He was being a jerk," she replied in a voice that was clearly on the verge of tears. "I'd rather you hadn't, but don't blame you."
Able to hear the shake in her voice, Jaune gave a gentle squeeze. "Hey... He's starting to get it, at least. Are you okay?"
"I'll be fine." Taking a deep breath, she pushed back and kissed him soundly on the lips, fingers threading through his soft blonde hair as she pressed their bodies together. "Thanks for... well, y'know."
He simply continued to hold her, soothe her by running his hand through her hair also, and continued to rub her back. He wasn't going to leave until she seemed to be getting better.
"Always."

Dinner that evening was still somewhat strained. Everyone had a lively conversation, but with Hermes staying almost entirely silent, it was noticeably uncomfortable for all parties. At least he refrained from saying anything inflammatory, seemingly having learned his lesson.
With promises that they would all enjoy a game together later on, Pyrrha dragged Jaune outside to explore the grounds. He'd seen the front garden and appreciated all the statues and topiary work, but she had yet to show him the back. They had already wandered along a few of the paths, poked through the family stables, and were now coming up on the greenhouse, which she assured him wasn't nearly as interesting as he seemed to think.
"I do love mother's flowers and herbs," she admitted as she wrenched the door shut behind them. It had the habit of sticking a bit. "Still, it's hardly anything to write home about. Just plants in a box with a glass ceiling."
"Still nice to have a look around. And it's always so warm in these things." So far, Jaune had been very impressed by the sheer size of her home, everything that came with it was a bonus. It seemed the family mostly owned things and passed then down the generations. Everything belonged to a family member before. Even some of the plant life appeared to be very old, and yet very healthy.
"I always found heat stifling," she laughed. "Guess it's a good thing I'm wearing this dress." Twirling, she let the floral-printed yellow fabric that had been hanging just above her knees fan out around her.
"Fitting! Except, I think your mom's yellow lilies are a little more impressive," Jaune teased, grinning happily as he looked at all the different kinds of plant life. From orchids, to roses, to bluebells... It was a sight to be reckoned with. There was even a small bonsai tree in the middle of a small pond display. Quite the sight.
"It's like a mini zen garden. I'm jealous."
"That's my father's. The doctor said it would help reduce his stress levels if he worked on it for an hour every day." Grasping him by the hands, the redhead began to lead him even further into the greenhouse, past some hanging vines and a bush toward more flowers. "These are my pansies! I started them when I was five as a school project, and they just thrived."
Right away he saw all the different colours. Incredible! Cyan, purple, pink... Some of these were colours Jaune didn't think could appear on a plant. "Looks like they're well looked-after! They're nearly as stunning as you!"
Again, Jaune made her blush. Sometimes he knew just what to say; other times, he fumbled all of his words. It was endearing. Walking backwards, she guided him deeper with ease as if she had eyes in the back of her head until they ducked under a low-hanging branch full of leaves.
"And this... is a very special place to me. No one outside of myself and my parents know about it - even my brother never comes in here."
They were now in a leafy little alcove, surrounded in bushes and flowers with a few branches stretching overhead. Near one side of the "clearing" was a comfortable-looking wooden bench, and there was a stone pillar in the middle with a sundial on it that could also double as a table. A perfect spot for reading, or just to enjoy the quiet. If he wasn't already taken away by the rest of the grounds, he would have been by this area alone. Such a wonderful and tranquil place. One where anyone could forget about their troubles. No wonder Pyrrha liked this area so much. It was perfect to just wind down and ignore everyone and everything.
"Wow... Just... Wow."
"You like it?" she breathed, as if trying not to break the spell the little grove had cast over him.
"Like it? It's... I have no words." All he could do was stare, and gaze over at the small bench. It was truly perfect. "Like it was made for… for us."
Leading him over toward the bench, she sat daintily on the edge and stared up at him with warm, affectionate eyes. "Maybe it was. Maybe you were always destined to come here, to be with me tonight."
"Why does that feel like an Eton John song?" Jaune chuckled again, but soon took a seat by her side eagerly, snuggling up to her side so they could make the most of the last rays of sun.
"Mmmm," Pyrrha half-laughed, half-sighed against him as their warmth was exchanged and shared. Even though it was already warm in the greenhouse, she never regretted gaining more of his particular heat.
"You really put away that chocolate pudding we had for dessert," she teased him after a minute or two.
"It would have been rude to leave your mom's cooking! I was just being polite." He had enjoyed dessert immensely however, and given the choice, would eat even more of said pudding. He had practically been treated like royalty since being here. "Can only hope when you're at my house, you're half as satisfied."
"I probably will be." Then she kissed just under his jawline as she whispered, "And I'm just kidding; you need the calories. You're a growing boy, right?"
"So long as it's not growing here…" He put a hand upon his left breast. Thanks to the vast exercise and the binder, it was barely visible. In fact, he had been doing so much as of late, people would only notice it if they looked very carefully. Still, the sooner he could get that removed the better.
"I know that feeling," she sighed. "You have no idea how much estrogen I had to pump into my body to offset all the weight training. Physical activity only made my testosterone levels higher, but I mean, I couldn't slack on it if I wanted to be a Huntress!" Then she caressed his chest gently with her hand. "But I don't think there's anything wrong with you now. We'll get this taken care of if it's what you need, but I will love you then, now, and during."
Casually looking down again toward the slight chest showing through his shirt, he began to smile. It was far better than where he was when he first began. Now they really were barely noticeable. And besides, he had Pyrrha for the journey. And she would help him no matter what.
"Yeah... Thank you. You're amazing, you know?"
Her half joking-reply was "Yes, I know." Then she lowered her face until her chin was resting on his chest, smiling up at him. "But you know... to be honest, I always did want to play with your nipples. Man-nipples though they are. I just haven't since I thought that might be a little weird for you."
"You have?" he wondered, looking back down toward her as she rested her head on his chest. The idea was interesting, to say the least. "I guess… we could give it a try. I don't think I have much feeling there, though."
"No, you don't have to just for me!" she said hastily, grinning in embarrassment. "I just... it's always been kind of a thing for me, nipples. Like when mine started getting more sensitive, I started thinking about how nice it would be to nibble on a guy's... nevermind, this is probably starting to sound weird." Her face smooshed against his collarbone in shame.
"No no no, it's… it’s cool." But when he felt a face snuggling against his shoulder, he couldn't help but began to laugh, cuddling her closer to him. "We haven't really experimented with kinks or anything, since we were just focusing on the end picture. It's interesting to keep things spicy."
A few more seconds passed as she breathed in his scent. Then she leaned over and pushed her lips against the center of one pectoral muscle. Only for a moment, then she turned her face to the side, giggling very quietly. It did make Jaune's cheeks light up again. Even if that area wasn't so sensitive anymore, the idea of Pyrrha kissing it sent lots of heat through his body. Particularly to his arousal.
But perhaps he could make this a joke. "…Did you just kiss my moob?"
"Maaaaaybe?" she hedged bemusedly. "Is your 'moob' offended that I kissed it?"
Shrugging his shoulders, he smirked. "Maybe, maybe not. Perhaps he didn't feel it, considering he's behind two layers of clothing."
"Oh? And do you want me to... bypass that particular obstacle?" Her fingertips trailed down his front to the hem of his shirt teasingly, half-jokingly. This intrigued her, but the worry that it would make him feel things he didn't want to feel weighed heavily upon her.
Looking down to how she was fiddling with his shirt, his blush only intensified. Truth be told, he wasn't repulsed by the idea; with anyone else, he would worry they were treating him like a woman, but Pyrrha understood. This was about playing with their bodies as they were.
But he was more considering where they were. It was a public space, sort-of. "Your parents wouldn't see, would they?"
"No, I don't think so." Her whispered words were teasing, silken hands on ears. "But... can I? Should I?"
Already, her hands were sliding along his ribs and stomach, but those were areas she was already permitted to touch. Nothing too far yet. Visible against his shorts was the slight bump of his arousal forming. This really was doing something for him, something intense. Perhaps, despite his past times declining access, this would be fun to explore.
"O-okay. Just this once, though!"
A nodded agreement before Pyrrha's hands pushed the shirt up and over his head in one quick movement. Then her mouth fell to the center of his binder, leaving light kisses over the fabric. She loved it because it was a part of him at present - a part of how he showed himself to the world. Its importance made her love it, even though she understood he would prefer it not be required.
"Mmm..." Allowing himself to lean back into her movements, Jaune placed his hand into her hair, softly brushing it as she left kiss after kiss on his binder. Indeed, it would be better without it, but for now, this was perfect. So long as he could remove the binder when they were alone.
And taking that as her cue, though she knew nothing about it, her hands fell to the hem of it and began to peel it upward until she felt it catch more firmly on his slight chest. It was then that she closed her eyes. Yes, she had seen him before, but in this moment she didn't want to pay him any more undue attention. She just wanted to kiss. Once she had the garment up and under his chin, she allowed him to take it off the rest of the way as she pressed her face against the center of his chest, inhaling deeply and relaxing against him.
He hated to admit it, but removing the binder felt good. It was a welcome relief to feel the cold air against his chest rather than the everlasting sweatiness the binder seemed to create. Enough of a relief to make him forget about what it was really hiding completely. Removing it and placing it with his shirt, he gently stroked Pyrrha as she rested her head on him, sighing contently.
"You seem… I don't know," she confessed. "Freer. You know you don't have to wear that around me, right? If you wanted to go without it now and then when it's just us, I don't mind in the slightest. It's still you, binder or no binder."
"I know. It just… feels better having a flat chest, you know?" he said, wrapping his arms around her to hold her closely. He had to admit, feeling her lay against his bare chest did make him feel good, though. "How is it even with my breasts out you can still make me feel manly?"
Teasingly, she nuzzled the side of one breast, eyes still locked upward on his. "Because you are all man, Jaune Arc. Because you made me feel like a woman, even before my womanhood was complete. You... are all man, and all mine."
Then she turned even further aside and slid her tongue up along where she had nuzzled. The muscle underneath was nowhere near illusory; the thin layer of breast tissue couldn't hide that. He might not be the skilled fighter she was, but he was certainly strong. Being able to touch a part of him that was typically off-limits was setting her off already.
There was a shaky sigh from above. Oh yes, Jaune liked this. He really liked this. Not only was the skin very sensitive there, but the fact she was exploring somewhere untouched made his cheeks burn. And the bump in his shorts more obvious. However, Pyrrha was too focused on the task at hand to notice his arousal. Her lips began to edge inward toward the center, kissing all the while, and her gaze remained focused up on his face, watching for any sign of discomfort or dissatisfaction. So far, so good.
Then the lips reached the bumpier, more wrinkled skin of his areola. She stopped there, not closing them around what was in the center just yet. She merely hung there, warm breath falling to the inviting flesh as she waited for him to grow more used to the idea of what she was about to do.
"Nnnn," he sighed, unable to help but grasp her hair a little tighter. As she got closer to that particular area, the skin began to get more and more sensitive. How could he have denied Pyrrha such a pleasure before?
But that was going to change. Now, he would allow her to go wherever she desired. Even if that meant touching he part of him which he was most ashamed of. No one had to know; it was just him and her.
"M-more."
The word dispersed her lingering fears, tongue-tip swishing back and forth as it came into contact with the nipple. God help her, she liked this. Was it normal for women to like to play with men's nipples? Did this make her a tiny bit of a lesbian? Maybe it did, maybe it didn't… either way, she giggled as she leaned in and devoured more of him, one hand raising to caress his shoulder - a neutral area, one that wouldn't be paying too much attention to the area he was so nervous about.
As the tongue grazed over his ever sensitive peaks, he shivered in pure anticipation. This really was teasing, more than anything he had felt in his life. God how he loved this. Maybe that even made him gay? But he didn't care. Not at all anymore. Instead, he just sighed, whispering, "C-can we... Try again?"
"Try what?" she whispered back distractedly, raising her other hand to caress his stomach - but her entire body froze when the hand brushed against his hardness, jostling it from side to side. "O-oh! Try that!" Gulping, she glanced in the direction of the little reading area's leafy entrance, and thereby also toward the house. "We... could... if you wanted to? You certainly feel ready!"
He too looked right toward the house, fearing that someone could catch them. But even if that happened, it couldn't have been worse than her brother. So looking back to her, he shakily sighed, "I do. If you do, too?"
By way of answer, she merely wrapped her lips tightly around his peak, eyes closing as she hummed and licked. However, as she did so, the hand that had once been meant for his stomach curled around the bulge in his shorts, squeezing him gently.
"O-ooookay, you want to..." He found himself moaning out, unable to help but grind himself against her hand. He desperately needed satisfaction, especially after being interrupted last time. And the attention his nipples got only made his hunger grow. He would have to return this favour.
Much though she wanted to keep toying with his chest, Pyrrha thought perhaps her attentions were better spent elsewhere. That was where her thoughts were when she began to kiss down his stomach, eventually reaching the hand. It edged downward so she could kiss him through the fabric, then turn her head sideways... and very gently bite the thickness, knowing the shorts would dull the impact. How would he feel about that? Too much pain still, or just enough?
If anything, it merely caught Jaune off guard. The dull biting sensation was so strange! It was like a tightness of being grasped, yet thin enough to really dig into the fabric for him to feel it. It made him let out a quick yelp, and grasp a hand full of hair. "A-ah!"
"Nnhhh," she moaned into him from the sensation of him tugging on her roots. That was... interesting. She wanted to say she hated it, but that would have been a lie. It was somehow quite satisfying. "Oh Jaune... do you know what you do to me?"
"Hopefully, the same thing you do to me?" he asked in response, releasing her hair. Although he had then come up with an idea. Now that they had nearly finished their transformations, all Jaune wanted to do was face her, see the expression on her face. There was a way to do that.
"Why don't we try you on my lap?"
"Ooh," she whispered heatedly, already toying with the hem of his shorts. "Sure you don't mind having a tall girl like me weighing you down?"
"Absolutely not. Besides... Getting dressed again would be quicker this way." He grinned, already leaving back and patting his lap to beckon her over. "What do you say? You think you're up for a ride?"
"Hmm..." As she pretended to contemplate, her fingers worked him free of the shorts, eyes studying the smooth length. "Let me inspect my 'trusty steed' for a moment."
Cheeks blushing brightly, Jaune leant himself back to allow his beloved a closer look at his hardened length. It wasn't as long as he'd have liked it, but it was certainly good enough for him. Far better than what it would have been if surgery was involved. Truth be told, he hadn't really explored much of it. Not without Pyrrha, anyway.
But on Pyrrha's end, she was simply ecstatic that he had it and she did not. It size was beyond satisfactory, and she proceeded to show him by taking it instantly into her mouth, eyes closed and heart beating wildly as she sampled his flavour. Oh, how she loved going down on him - she had before he took the Dust, and it only improved afterwards.
"OOOOHHH!" he called out, struggling to keep himself from thrusting his hips forward into her wonderful mouth. She always seemed to know what he wanted, and seemed to know exactly how to please. It was heavenly!
Trying not to smile in satisfaction, she released him a moment later, not wanting to ignore his desire to consummate their newly-perfected anatomies. Stroking along his length, she whispered, "Are you ready for me?"
"Geez, Pyrrha... You really are gonna wear me out, huh?" The sudden withdrawal made him short of breath, but when looking up and down her form once more he held out his arms, eagerly awaiting for her to jump into them. "Ready."
Not a second was wasted. Climbing onto his lap, she straddled him with her knees on either side of his hips, supported by the bench. Then she slowly widened them until her center was pressing right up against his hardness, only the thin fabric of her underwear separating them.
"Hi there."
Chuckling nervously, one hand fell to her rear, giving a quick squeeze. "Hey." Then the other went between them both, soon pulling the thin material of her panties to one side. And right away, he pressed his sex against her wet lips. Still just as heavenly as the first time.
Shivering, Pyrrha looped her arms around his shoulders and pressed their bodies together, drinking in his closeness as if it were the only drug that could satisfy her. Her hips began to shift very slightly, and already it began to send shockwaves of pleasure through her body, deep into her core. This was going to be even better than it could have been earlier.
"Feels like you're ready, too. You're dripping…" he teased, brushing his sex up against her folds once again. Although he couldn't wait to dive right in, he found himself looking up at her, whispering, "Tell me how much you want it."
Flushing slightly, Pyrrha considered refusing. It felt odd to be asked to beg for it, as if she were some kind of servant. All the same, it undeniably increased her arousal, even just him commanding her to speak! So she complied, curious if it would be as arousing to obey as it was to be asked to obey.
"I... I really want it. Want you... more than anything."
"Good girl," he praised, before finally positioning his length to line up with entrance, as he thrust forward into it again. Once again, another loud moan sounded from him as he felt the warmth of her sex all around him. It was glorious!
"A-ah!" she moaned at being entered, much more accustomed to it now… but still bowled over by the flood of sensations. How could Jaune feel this good just by moving that part of himself inside of her? It was beyond anything she had ever hoped for. His hands then fell to her rear, using it to grab onto as he allowed her to move herself back and forth. Even the palms against her hindcheeks felt fantastic, and she pushed backward into them before lowering herself even more onto his length.
"Oooohhhh…" he moaned out once more, finding himself this time looking up and into the taller woman's eyes. Even with heat to her cheeks, and lust in her emerald eyes, she was beyond compare. How he had managed to become so lucky he'd got her, was a total mystery.
"Pyrrha," he sighed, finding himself leaving forward into her chest. Again, her eyes dropped closed at his attentions, her breath heavy as they both grew accustomed to their positions and the sensations they brought with them. As she shifted, she felt her sandals slip off, heard them clattering on the earth below them. Muscles flexed against his strong hands, to test his grip and to reassure him that she enjoyed it being there.
Once again, he squeezed her rear, pulling her back onto him as he felt his sex shift into her. And then back again, and then in. Even if this was the second time, this really was better then the first. He just wanted more and more. And so to test things, he shifted himself back up against her, to thrust himself even deeper into her. He knew of one particular spot that she would enjoy, if he could find it.
Meanwhile, all Pyrrha could do was pant with hunger for more, head falling back as she cried out in ecstasy. They had been waiting so long! Her soft, firm hips pushed down as his rose up, and they collided over and over in a series of blinding flashes.
"Harder!" she gasped out, nails digging into his shoulder. "M... make me yours!"
His own breath was beginning to grow short, as over and over he slammed his hips against her, one hand having to reach upward to her back to keep her supported upright. Just as he knew she would, he was beginning to get worn out already.
"Yeah... Pyrrha!"
Noticing how winded these activities were making him, she began to pump her hips up and down yet harder; it couldn't be easy to support her weight and keep up the actions all at once. There was no shame in sharing the burden - especially since she knew his workout regime was not nearly as strenuous as hers.
Then another idea came to her. Hoping to spur him on further, one of her hands slid down until it gently cupped his breast, squeezing the soft tissue and muscle as if holding on for dear life. Right away, Jaune found himself calling out again, moaning loudly as he felt her pushing herself against him. Added with the sensation of his breast being caressed, it wouldn't take long for him. And as he felt his muscles beginning to tighten, he tried to hold himself back.
"P-Pyrrha... It's coming!"
"YES!" she crowed with sheer delight, widening her legs as much as possible while still slamming down onto him repeatedly, feeling the throb of the length as it slid in and out of her body, welcoming it, worshipping it. Her own orgasm was building, as well, but she felt so much more focused on his that it was almost an afterthought - she wanted him to be happy, only him. "F-finish inside me! I want you to come inside!"
"A-Are you su- Ah! AAAAH!"
It was too late to back out now. His stomach began to tighten, his legs began to quiver. Finally, his orgasm was imminent. And with one more powerful thrust, he pushed himself fully inside, feeling his sex throb as the seed shot out against her inner walls, leaving him truly exhausted against her.
The feeling was extremely unusual. Pyrrha wanted to describe it as beautiful, and it was in a dozen ways or more, but it was also simply unlike anything she had ever felt - even comparing it to when he had finished in her other entrance. As best she could with her untrained muscles, she clamped them down on his length, wishing to coax as much seed from inside of him as possible. Her body still tingled with the desire to orgasm, but she ignored it for the moment.
"Ohhh, Jaune," she finally sighed as she came to a standstill, cradling close to his body. "That was... I c-can't believe..." Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. They had done it; they had made love with their true bodies.
Panting heavily, Jaune burrowed his head into her chest as best he could, panting heavily against it. It was fantastic to have gotten such a high from her. But unfortunately, this time he didn't manage to finish her off at the same time. And a rather embarrassed squeak emerged from him.
"Crap! I… came too soon…"
"N-no," she hedged, though privately she agreed. "I wouldn't say 'too' soon. Just sooner than… I was expecting?" Raising her hand from his chest, she cupped the side of his face tenderly. "And I don't mind, honestly! It was wonderful regardless!"
"Except I'm a useless guy like any other guy," he joked, re-emerging out from her chest again and leaning his head against her hand. Even if he was rather embarrassed about what had just happened, he still was still grinning happily. "Well, hey... Least we know I definitely am a man from that!"
Frowning, she kissed his forehead. "Hey, don't say such things. I happen to love this man, no matter how long he lasted our first time. In fact, we should have expected it since you’re still getting used to having one." Then she smiled and kissed him on the nose, even more gently. "Besides... that tells me that you obviously enjoyed how I feel."
"Yeah... I still am." Looking back down, and moving his hips side to side to demonstrate, he felt his length still shifting around inside her. Athough thanks to it being rather soon, he winced in slight pain. He was still pretty sore. "You're so… warm though."
Sighing with mingling desire and regret, she raised her hips up just enough to slide out of him. No, she didn't want to lose the feeling that soon, but she also didn't want to hurt him - and she knew all too well how uncomfortable it could be just after ejaculating.
"And so are you. Not just there, but all over." Pressing her lips against his ear, she then murmured, "However... maybe you can help me get where you just were?"
"I thought you'd never ask." He grinned, taking a short moment to slide his shorts back up over himself. He could always clean up later when they went back inside. Right away, his hand fell to her dripping wet sex, brushing into her wet folds eagerly. He was certainly looking forward to bringing her to orgasm in this body.
Pyrrha's eyes fell closed again as she began to rock against the fingers. Even this was a new sensation for her, though less intense than his larger girth. "Ooh... oh yes…" And then his thumb went up to the small nub at the top of it, slowly circling around it as he continued to stroke the folds. He knew how this felt all too well, thanks to their time together previously.
"HAH!" she burst out immediately, clutching at his back with both hands as her toes curled in the air, futilely trying to grasp onto something for stability. This wasn't going to take very long at all.
"Let's see if I can find that little spot," he teased, before finally dipping two of his fingers inside. Whilst maintaining the contact with her clit, he began to curl his fingers to feel around her inner walls, attempting to find the very spot that would always make him scream. He hadn’t managed by thrusting, but then again, that was a little more difficult than manually…
And indeed, he found it. A high wail spilled from her when she felt the finger prodding into the spot he knew much better than she, and a shiver ran from the base of her spine all the way up to her neck. So much sensation, so much pleasure! This was what it was like to be a woman, wasn't it?
"Jaune! Jaune, y- OOOH!! Yes, right there! Riiiight there!"
"Right there? You got it..."
And as he drove his fingers in and out, he continued to hit that spot of nerves again and again, keeping the movements of his thumb going to intensify her feeling. He was going to make sure she had an amazing first orgasm as a woman.
Which she did within a minute. Panting and shouting, her hips bucked up against the relentless hand over and over until she felt a very different orgasm from any she had felt before explode deep within her body, sending pleasure into every corner of herself. It wasn't just good - it was life-changing.
As her breaths became longer and less laboured, she melted against his body, shaking and weak. Tears leaked down her cheeks. "Ohhhh... oh, wow..."
Very slowly drawing himself out of her, his spare hand went to cup her cheek gently, as he too panted for breath. He still had to get used to how heavy an orgasm now seemed to feel, even if it meant he was exhausted for twice as long as his lover. But seeing the tears, he immediately looked up, tilting his head worriedly. "Pyrrha?"
"It's... it's everything I've ever wanted," she whispered, clutching her body to his as tightly as possible. "I knew it would be different, but- this was how I always wanted it to feel, I j-just..."
"H-hey," he called up, quickly placing a hand on her cheek. Staring into her eyes deeply, he gave a soft smile. Truth be told, he was on the verge of tears himself. "You're finally where you want to be. I get it, believe me."
Nodding against the hand, Pyrrha sighed as she tried to stave off a true sobbing fit in favour of smiling and tender kisses. Which was all she wanted for the moment - just to be there with him, to bask in the afterglow of their second "first time".
"We both are. And now... we can always be that way, right? Forever?"
"No matter what happens. Of course we will be."
The grin couldn't disappear from his face now. All he wanted to do was hold her in his arms for the rest of eternity. His perfect woman. His Pyrrha. The one who accepted him and helped make him into the man he was. Of course she should get her dream ending as well as him. She deserved it.
After a few more seconds, she rolled to one side and plopped down onto the bench next to her lover with a sigh. Then she giggled quietly to herself. At his questioning look, she merely whispered, "The grass tickles," and kicked her legs idly to skim her feet over the light green blades again. "Forgot my sandals fell off."
"Oh no, my good lady!" He tried to put on an embarrassingly posh accent, looking over toward the house again. "It seems Madame has no shoes to get home. Perhaps I should carry her back to the grounds?"
Pyrrha's gasp was half-affronted, half-amused. "You wouldn't!"
"Oh, but I would!"
And not even allowing her to argue, he spring to his feet, right away flinging one arm under her knees and the other behind her back, lifting her into his arms. Thanks to his workout regime, he was able to lift her much easier than what someone his stature normally would. Once again, thanks to Pyrrha.
"To your room, Madame?" But she was too busy laughing aloud to reply verbally; she simply nodded and looped her arms around his neck, not even able to force herself to care about her forgotten sandals as she was swept out of the greenhouse by her gallant battle partner.
But after five minutes of carrying her in his arms, Jaune did have to give up once they had gotten to the porch. He may have had the best intentions, but lacked the strength to go through with the plan fully. She was larger than him, after all, and full of dense muscle mass; it couldn’t be helped. And so, hand in hand, the two giggled away at one another as they paced through the halls.
That was until, the other redhead walked out from the nearby corridor, standing in their path.
"O-oh, Hermes!" Pyrrha said in some surprise as she held up short. Painfully aware that she was still quite flushed from orgasm – both of them were, and probably dishevelled – she tried for a smile, but knew it came out somewhat awkward. "What's up? Jaune and I were just out enjoying the twilight."
"So I saw." He at first was rather abrupt, although soon his expression softened again when he asked, "May we speak?"
He saw? How much did he see? But apparently the boy had something to say, so Pyrrha decided to hold off interrogating him for a moment. "Alright. What do you want to speak about?"
Clearly he wasn't going to get her alone for this. Shown as Jaune simply stared for a moment. And so, swallowing, he looked over to her, eyes seeming full of guilt and shame.
"I'm sorry. For everything."
"You already said you were sorry," she sighed, eyes looking tired as she took a couple of steps forward. "But thank you."
"Not for everything. I'm... I've been an awful brother," he confessed, unable to look his sister in the eye even as she paced over. "I couldn't stop thinking about myself, even when your struggles are far worse than my own. I was selfish, stupid. I get that now."
Nodding as she took that in, Pyrrha tried her best to think through her words before speaking. "You... weren't the only one who fell short. Most of our other conversations were so terse, and I was so afraid of your reactions that I didn't explain myself properly. I just told you that this was my decision and left it at that."
"Same, I just left it alone… when I should have asked. I asked Mom and Dad about it today, and they explained it a little back then, too, but… I wasn’t ready to learn yet. Guess it's not much of an excuse." He finally seemed to smile, looking up to her again at last. "So I'm going to try and be better. For you. For us all."
"You have no idea how much I appreciate that, little brother."
But something about those last words echoed in her ears: ‘For us all.’ What did he mean by that? For the whole family? Or perhaps… no, that would be far too strange. If he meant anything beyond the family or humankind by that short sentence, she would be completely taken by surprise. She glanced over her shoulder at Jaune briefly before looking back in his direction.
"S-so, was that all you wanted to tell me? Because I'm very grateful, of course, but I don't want to assume you're finished."
"Yes. Well… okay, actually… no. May we speak in private?" he asked, looking toward Jaune once again.
But right away the blond got the idea, soon looking over to his lover again to check for her approval. The last thing he wanted was to leave if she wanted him to stay. This time she nodded at Jaune before turning back to frown at her brother. This seemed bigger than just disapproving of her "lifestyle choice", and whatever was the matter seemed important enough that she could spare him a few minutes.
"I'll be in your room if you need me." Jaune then left the two with one another, heading ahead through the hallways toward Pyrrha's spacious bedroom again.
And once he was definitely out of earshot, Hermes looked back to his sister. This time, he was nervous. There was no anger anymore. "How did you get brave enough?"
"Brave enough to what?" she answered, beyond curious now. "To… transition?"
"Come out. Weren't you afraid? Our family's not exactly one that likes being embarrassed. I mean…" But realising how that suddenly seemed rude, he put his hands up. "N-not that there is anything to be embarrassed about! But just... well… you know how some of the relatives are."
Laughing, she placed both hands on her hips and looked at him evenly. "Some of our relatives? Like you, from a few hours ago?" But she decided not to be cruel; he was trying, after all. "It wasn't easy. In the end, I simply... needed to be myself more than I needed to please them, to meet their expectations. That's never an easy decision to make but if I let fear stop me, I would spend the rest of my life miserable, trapped in a life of pretending I’m something I’m not. And that's no way to live."
"Yeah, I understand now; you just wanted to be yourself. Like, that wasn’t how I saw it before. Pretty brave. Wish I was like that." Looking to the ground, he held his own hands in one another, nervously twiddling his thumbs in an attempt to distract himself. It seemed this went far deeper than understanding her choice.
"Hermes… is there something you...?" But Pyrrha couldn't bring herself to finish the thought. She didn't want to push, refused to be that sort of insistent person. They could both wait until he was ready.
But instead, the boy sighed, finally placing a hand to his forehead. "I think one of the reasons I was freaking out so much... Is because I struggle to deal with myself, too. Not like you have, though. But… there's something else I haven't exactly told Mom and Dad. And don't know how to."
"You can tell me first, if you want. Sort of a test - a trial run. Hopefully you know by now that I won't pass judgement on you." She kept her words soft and comforting, not wanting to scare off the uncharacteristically skittish boy.
"Alright…" Then the boy took a deep breath, composing himself before he kept his gaze to the ground. He could barely look at her.
"I… I'm pretty sure I'm… gay."
That declaration hit Pyrrha Nikos like a ton of bricks. Of course, she couldn't be sure he really was just yet; perhaps he was only confused. "And... why do you think that? Was- I mean, have there been any particular moments that made you start to question?"
"I've never been attracted to women, for a start. And… well, when I'm in the shower room, with other men…" Already, his face was beginning to get visibly redder. Not to mention, he found his shoulders hunching nervously. It was quite obvious that this was no misunderstanding. "My heart just… beats faster. I... I dunno what it is. I just, yeah."
"Ah. That is a more familiar problem than you would expect." With a slight shrug and a kick at the rich runner beneath her bare feet, she modified, "Of course, in my case I also felt out of place - as if I didn't belong there. But yes, boys are..." Chuckling at how much deeper his blush seemed to grow, she placed a hand on his shoulder again and squeezed gently. "Have you had an unfortunate situation… arise yet?"
At that comment, the blush only worsened. "Twice..."
Nodding, Pyrrha sighed wearily. "Before I started taking hormones and dressing more feminine, I had that problem often. It's... do you think it strange that I was far more comfortable in the women's locker room, even before my transition was complete?"
"If you'd have asked me yesterday, I'd have said ‘yes’. Now… god. This is weird. I’m weird, and you’re weird, and the whole thing is weird!"
“Is this why you were so upset about me? That… you thought you’d end up wearing dresses and putting on make-up, just because you’re attracted to men?”
“Isn’t that how it started for you?”
“Not really. Hermes… I would be a woman no matter who I was attracted to. If I liked women, I would still be a lesbian, not ‘a normal boy’. Those aren’t really the same thing. We like who we like, and we are who we are. So… if you’re a man, then that’s who you are, and whether or not you like men doesn’t change that.”
Finally he looked up at his sister again, looking her up and down. As long as he could remember, she had always been different from other boys. She preferred to play with dolls, to take pride in her appearance. She even refused to let people cut her hair. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense.
"How could I have not realised you've always been my sister?"
"Because you saw what you wanted to see, and were blind to what you didn't want to." Drawing her brother in for a close embrace, she whispered so quietly that no one could possibly overhear, even if they were to sneak up behind them, "It's going to be okay. I know school makes things harder, but when you're in the showers... just try to picture the headmaster going to the bathroom. Helped me suppress my urges."
"Seriously? That's disgusting!... And brilliant." He chuckled, finally embracing her right back, soaking in her warmth. Finally, he had his sibling back.
Tears sprang to her eyes as she hugged him back, grateful that their difficult stretch had finally come to an end. "It's okay, Hermes... it's okay. I'm here for you, always."
"As am I for you, Achi- Pyrrha." Finally, he said her name. The name he had simply refused to use in the past. Now he was making a real effort to get along with her.
But after a short while, he pulled away, just smiling. "I'd better let you get back to your boyfriend."
"Suppose so." Then a wry look came over her face. "Speaking of which... what do you think of him? Jaune, I mean."
"Jaune? The guy that punched me in the face?" When seeing the rather nervous expression from her all of a sudden, he chuckled, holding up his hands to show he was kidding. "Alright, alright. He treats you pretty well, from what I see. We may have got off on the wrong foot but… seems nice, I guess."
"I'm glad you think so, since you may be seeing a lot more of him from now on. And when you bring home some lucky ma- person , who will probably be a man, I hope he's half the man Jaune is. Trust me on that."
Then, mostly for the pure fun of making him uncomfortable, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before turning to go upstairs after her love. As she walked away, Hermes touched the area of his cheek that was kissed. Now that he had came out fully, as did Pyrrha, that made things doubly awkward.
"Eww, girl lips."
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She Wants The Dust