Fate's Wild Card Ch.21 (Released)

AN: Curiosity killed the cat.

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Blake obviously had to keep an eye on her fellow Faunus. Especially after his earlier behavior during Professor Port's class had only reinforced her suspicions about his potential affiliations. Slamming another student's face against the desk was totally uncalled for—although she could understand the provocation that led to it. But violence was never the answer. 

Still, the fact that he'd passed initiation alongside Pyrrha Nikos, Ruby Rose, and Weiss Schnee was... curious. Pyrrha was a four-time Mistral Regional Tournament champion, Ruby was apparently some kind of prodigy to be admitted two years early according to Yang, and Weiss was... well, a Schnee. The heiress to the company that had built its fortune on Faunus exploitation and suffering.

‘How or why did Beacon even put a Schnee on a team with a Faunus?’ Blake wondered, her mind racing through possibilities. ‘Didn't they think that he could have resentment? Or was this intentional—some sort of social experiment?’

The headmaster clearly knew something she didn't. Everything about Ozpin suggested he didn’t do something without thinking or she hoped that was the truth.

Well, Pryce hadn't really shown anything particularly damning so far, beyond that one incident of justified—no, not justified, never justified—violence. The only insight she'd gained into his character was from that night mission almost a week ago, and that had been...

Heat suddenly flooded her cheeks as unwanted memories crashed back into her. 

How he was walking around without his shirt…

Then his companion clinging to him.

And then both of them having sex…

Even staying to watch the climax through the window like some perverted voyeur.

Blake shook her head violently, cat ears flattening beneath her bow.

"I am not a pervert," she whispered fiercely to herself. "That was… a mistake, yeah a mistake."

"Focus." she muttered harshly, pressing herself deeper into the wall. "Focus dammit."

She'd been discretely following Pryce pretending to be reading to hide her face, until he deviated from the normal flow of student traffic. Instead of heading toward the next class, he'd turned down a corridor that led to the older, less-used sections of Beacon's sprawling campus.

Now he stood at the entrance to what appeared to be an unused classroom, and Blake's pulse quickened as she observed his behavior. He checked his surroundings in a way that showed someone accustomed to clandestine activities, his rabbit ears twitching as they rotated to catch the slightest sound.

And seemed to be the smoking gun for her.

Her mind immediately leaped to the most obvious conclusion: a White Fang contact. Perhaps the worst had happened and Adam had managed to plant agents within Beacon. Perhaps Pryce was coordinating with external cells, sharing intelligence about the academy's defenses or revealing the Schnee location.

‘Or….’ another part of her mind suggested, ‘he could be meeting with someone completely innocent. A tutor, maybe, or someone helping him with personal matters.’

But why the secrecy? Why choose such an isolated place?

Blake settled in to wait, every sense alert for signs of approaching footsteps or voices. If Pryce was indeed connected to the White Fang, she needed concrete evidence before reporting to the headmaster. She quietly retrieved her scroll, checking that both video and audio recording functions were ready to capture whatever was about to unfold in that empty classroom.

Minutes ticked by with excruciating slowness. 

All to capture that moment.

Then, cutting through the quiet, came the first thud.

Blake's ears perked up beneath her bow, swiveling instinctively toward the noise. Another thud, followed it then another and another.

What the hell?

Her first thought was vandalism. Perhaps he was taking out his frustrations on academy property. 

Not what she was expecting but still she could take a picture and report it.

Blake crept forward, careful to not make any sound with her steps. She reached the classroom door and slowly, carefully, positioned herself to peer through the small observation window set into the upper panel.

And her body froze, her breath caught in her throat and her cheeks set ablaze.

'No... no way...'

Her amber eyes widened as she took in the scene before her.

He was...

Oh gods, he was shamelessly fucking a girl.

And the worst of all?

She actually had an ama- DIRECT view of it from this angle how his sack was hitting the DRENCHED quim of the girl under him, how could a girl even leak that much?!

And why were they so loud? Didn't they care that somebody could hear them, especially a teacher?!

Her rational brain was screaming to look away, to leave, to run as far as possible, report this act and forget what she just saw.

But just like the first time her eyes refused to close, even for a second.

This was wrong... so wrong. She couldn’t just watch something like this, it was rough, obscene, depraved.... Just like that scene from her favorite book. When the protagonist provoked the male lead to forc- fuck her. It was the best scene for how ROUGH it was to the point the protagonist couldn't walk so she was given a lot of after care...

Why did that memory resurface now?!

Then her eyes wandered back to the sight before her and realized there was something else.

They weren't using protection... just like in the book…

This was a bad influence, a terrible example of how to treat your partner and should be condemned!

Yet he couldn't help but feel heat build between her thighs as she started fidgeting.

And it was getting hot...

Then they suddenly shifted their position with no warning, forcing her to jump away from the window to avoid being seen, finally getting a break.

Blake stumbled back against the wall, her heart pounding in her chest and her breathing shallow. She felt like she just ran a marathon.

'Okay... calm down. They probably didn't see you, so all you need to do is get the hell out of here,' she thought. 'Just go to my bathroom and cool down. A long cold shower would do.'

It was a simple plan but a plan nonetheless which she was going to follow to the letter. But as she started to move away, her ears picked up words that made her body freeze again.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk,"

That...

"Until you're limping and covered in bruises. Then I'm going to send you back to your boss."

That was almost the exact quote of her favorite scene....

Were they fans of Ninjas of Love too?

She shouldn't look again. She shouldn't even consider the notion.

But that was how the protagonist acted with her dark lover!

"Next one, I'll fuck your face instead. That would be fun, wouldn't it? Watching you choke and make your nose bleed."

Close enough… The original was just taunting about choking on his dick before passing out.

And against her better judgement and the last of her restraints, she made the poor decision to take another peek.

And the infamous scene was almost the same, where he practically had his partner impaled in mid-air while his hands pulled her hair back, using her like some toy.

The scene she never thought would see in real life, much less to be recreated by mere coincidence by this guy who might be an agent of the White Fang… A white Fang member who was having sex with humans. That idea seemed to have less credibility now.

And the way he was thrusting or more like SLAMMING his hips against her bubbly butt... it was rough and animalistic, without any consideration for her pleasure or comfort, only to use her as a mere sex doll.

And yet… from being so close unlike the other time.

Blake could see how much the girl loved the rough treatment.

Even Blake could see it in her fellow student's eyes that were rolling in the back of her head, how she was biting her lips, her legs quivering from the strain of holding herself up with no control over her body.

'How is she even still conscious?!' Blake wondered incredulously. 'He's practically fucking her guts! And is that a bulge I'm seeing?!'

The first view she could imagine the size but that bulge forming, only confirmed it.

She gulped, waiting for the climax. Once they were done, she would leave. She swore on that.

And she knew why.

Because as much as she hated it, her body was enjoying this, as she could suddenly feel that her bra was really restrictive, almost like constricting her.

And as the rabbit faunus slammed into the girl once again, she let out a cry that sent a shiver through Blake's entire body.

Then, as if on cue, they changed position again.

They were now sitting on the desk with the black haired girl with pigtails shaking her hips on his lap and giving Blake the ENTIRE show. 

She could see everything: every detail of the rabbit boy's length as it plunged into the girl's tight pussy, stretching her to accommodate him and forcing her inner walls to spread. The wetness that clung to her thighs, some of it pooling on the floor as it dripped from her sex. The expression of pure ecstasy on her face and her practically naked body, since her uniform was torn open, ripped with no care in the world. 

The only thing that was missing were the fingernails marks and bites.

But lost in the comparison she was snapped back when her fellow student climaxed with a loud moan. Blake found herself pressing her legs together, rubbing her thighs and trying to get some relief.

She needed to relieve herself as soon as possible.

Once more with clouded judgement she made another stupid decision. Her hand slipped down, finding its way between her thighs, and her fingers found her aching slit through the fabric of her panties.

It was the first time she'd touched herself since coming to Beacon. There had never been time or privacy for that sort of thing. But right now, she didn't care about any of that. Her only thought was to relieve the building tension within her core.

As soon as her fingers pressed against her lower lips, Blake let out a sharp gasp, her eyes going wide. Her body reacted instantly, and she felt a surge of pleasure course through her, making her knees wobble and almost buckle beneath her. She quickly covered her mouth to muffle any other sounds that might come out.

But when she looked again at the shameless couple, she met the direct gaze from the girl, making her blood run cold.

She saw her...

And even worse…

The girl winked at her.

AND WHY WAS SHE GIGGLING AND DIRECTING PRYCE'S ATTENTION TO HER?!

"Well... shit." Was all he said when he saw her.

Blake felt the blood drain from her face as the entire world seemed to tilt sideways, her reality crashing down around her. She'd been caught like a pervert, peeping through windows.

And now both of them were looking directly at her through the glass.

'Get out, get out, get out!' a voice screamed in the back of her mind with desperate urgency, but her body had apparently decided to betray her at the worst possible moment. Her legs felt like stone.

The spell was broken when the girl's wicked smile widened, her entire form suddenly shimmering with a faint pink light.

When the light faded, Blake found herself staring at her own face, moaning lewdly as she started to bounce again on his lap.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" The words tore from her throat before she could stop them, indignation overriding every else.

But that anger didn’t last as an icy grip closed around her wrist and was yanked forward.. Her balance was destroyed as she was dragged through the doorway and into the classroom.

"Hey there..." 

Blake looked up, finding Pryce standing in front of her with his arms crossed, thankfully with his pants back up.

“So, enjoyed the show?”

She then looked behind and found the girl giggling back to her original appearance.

Illusion semblance?

"I-I can explain." She managed to say, though even to her own ears it sounded pathetic.

She couldn’t….

Well, she had one possibility to get out of this… Maybe… As long as she didn’t reveal that she was spying on him under the headmaster's orders.

She might have to sacrifice a little dignity. And hopefully she won't regret it.

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-Pryce Locke-

Pryce didn't know what else to feel about this situation. There was always the chance to get caught since they were making a lot of noise while fucking, but he didn't expect the one who caught them to be that weird girl with a bow who had been giving him strange looks for days. And when he'd tried to confront her to clear up any misunderstanding, she'd just escaped, and now that same girl was on the floor, red as a tomato, without even the strength to look him in the eye.

Seriously, what was her problem?

Well, now he could finally solve this dumb issue, but it was just bizarre—the whole situation. Especially since Neo had decided to take on her appearance and start bouncing on his dick and moaning, which naturally had freaked her out before she was yanked inside.

His girlfriend's semblance was just that crazy.

Still, this was an awkward situation to be in.

Except that Neo didn't seem to care at all. She started gesturing casually despite being a mess from the rough romp.

“The-kitty-was-looking-for-milk.”

Pryce frowned. "What?"

Neo's hands moved quickly, and before anyone could react, she reached over and pulled at the black bow from the girl's head, undoing it so swiftly and seamlessly that a pair of fluffy black cat ears sprang free. The girl in question had her face completely drained of color.

"Oh..." Pryce said, the pieces finally clicking into place. "You're a Faunus."

Blake scrambled backward on the floor, her newly revealed ears flattened against her head in obvious distress. Her amber eyes darted between Pryce and Neo, looking for an escape route that didn't exist since Neo locked the door.

Neo signed with a grin: 'Shy-kitty-likes-to-watch-but-not-be-seen. Maybe-she-could-be-our-pet?'

"Neo," Pryce said in a warning tone, though he couldn't help but notice how Blake's ears twitched at every sound. "Don't even think about it."

That idea was fucked up, even as a joke but he knew she wasn’t joking.

Blake finally found her voice. "I wasn't... I mean, I didn't mean to..." She clutched at where her bow had been, looking lost without her disguise.

He could ask later why she felt the need to hide her ears, but there was a more pressing issue.

"Why were you spying on me?" Pryce asked directly, crossing his arms. "And don't say you weren't or make up some bullshit excuse. I've seen you watching me, and I even chased you once."

Blake's ears drooped further, and she looked down at the floor. "I... I thought you might be..."

"Might be what?"

"Dangerous," she finished quietly, then immediately seemed to regret saying it.

Neo tilted her head with exaggerated curiosity. “Dangerous-how? I'm-the-dangerous-one-here.”

Pryce rolled his eyes. "Obviously, but she doesn't know that." Neo just smiles and gives him a nod, accepting the praise.

Blake's eyes widened slightly. "You understand sign language?"

"She's mute," Pryce explained shortly. "Now answer the question. What exactly made you think I was dangerous enough to justify stalking me around the academy?"

Blake's hands fidgeted with the edge of her uniform skirt, her cat ears twitching nervously. "I... I…."

Pryce's patience finally snapped. His ears flattened against his head as his frustration boiled over. "Just be honest! I'm already dealing with one stupid misunderstanding, and I don't need to get tangled up in another one because you can't give me a straight answer!"

He REALLY didn’t want to pile up more bullshit.

The catgirl bit her lip, her amber eyes darting between him and Neo. She took a deep breath, squeezed her eyes shut, and practically shouted. "I liked it!"

Pryce just stared at her, completely taken aback. "You... liked to watch?"

The moment the words left his mouth, the voyeur slapped both hands over her face. Her ears were completely flattened against her head, and even through her hands, he could see her face turning a new shade of red.

Pryce just sighed, running a hand through his hair. This day kept getting weirder.

Blake cleared her throat from behind her hands, then slowly lowered them, stammering slightly. "You... you two were recreating a scene from my favorite book, so I couldn't help myself..."

"A book?" Pryce asked, his eyebrow raising.

"Ninjas of Love," Blake whispered, looking like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole.

Pryce looked over at Neo, who seemed to dawn in realization. Her eyes lit up with mischievous understanding. 'She-is-a-really-naughty-kitten. Good-smut.'

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Pryce muttered, dragging both hands down his face. "You were spying on us because you thought we were acting out porn?"

Blake nodded miserably, her ears twitching with embarrassment.

Neo covered her mouth with her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter. 

"It's not funny, Neo," Pryce said, though his tone suggested he was more exasperated than actually angry. He turned back to the pervert. "So let me get this straight. You've been following me around, acting all suspicious and creepy, because you wanted to watch me have sex?"

"I wasn't being creepy!" Blake protested weakly, though she couldn't quite meet his eyes. "I just... maybe… you know."

"Maybe what?"

But she didn’t respond.

Neo signed with obvious glee. 'She-wants-to-join!'

Pryce stared at both of them. "This is insane. You realize that, right? This whole situation is completely insane."

Blake finally looked up at him. "I know when you were so rough with her, and practically quoting the protagonist word by word—"

"Stop," Pryce held up a hand. "Just... stop. I don't need to hear about hardcore porn."

Neo tapped his shoulder and signed. “Actually-I-want-to-hear-about-book. Sounds-interesting.”

"Of course you do," he muttered.

“Now what do we do with you, uh…?”

“Blake.” She quickly supplied.

“Ok, What do we do with you, Blake?”

“Let me go and forget this?”