Coco always joked she had a lucky rabbit's foot.

She was wondering if she could just blame it for everything that was happening.

Velvet barely heard a word anyone was saying now. All of her efforts were put to trying to get her heart to stop thumping in her chest, to keep her lunch in her stomach, to pull whatever power she had, whatever discipline she'd gained from all of her training, to conceal as best she can, that she was freaking the fuck out.

This movie night was courting disaster. She knew it. She knew it! It was way too much way too fast and she should have realized once Coco started teasing her that Coco knew what she was talking about even though she never knew what she was talking about and-

Oh, Brothers, she was already hyperventilating.

Alright Velvet, take it slow. She took a few deep breaths. Fortunately, the other occupants of the room were distracted. For once, she was happy to be beneath most people's notice. Walk through what happened, step by step. She and Jaune had been the first to show up, to get the room ready for movie night. Lay out snacks, get the projector started, all that stuff. Yeah, her heart was going a little then, but it was an enjoyable nervousness, like a roller coaster. She even flirted a bit! …in her head, not out loud, but that was a lot for her! When he let her know that Ren and Nora would be missing the movie night on account of having to replace a series of lights Nora had somehow exploded via her semblance, she took it as a funny little thing. More JNPR craziness, not a forewarning of impending disaster!

But then Pyrrha showed up. And let her know—she took a second to try to calm her heart rate—that none of the girls from Team RWBY would be able to make it, either since they had just been assigned detention for instigating a completely different act of chaos. Instead of the expected nine, it was just... them. And that was when she really lost it.

It wasn't fair. It was one thing to fall in love with someone who clearly had someone who was just meant for them. It was another thing to have to fall in love with two someones. A third thing for both of them to be the ones so clearly meant for each other! And it was a fourth thing to be alone in the room with the two of them TO WATCH A MOVIE TOGETHER.

Luck. It was unbelievable luck—a lifetime's worth of luck, and all spent on a moment that could not help her in any way. What was she supposed to do, say, "Wow, what a great movie, by the way, I think you two should start dating each other. And also, me."

Even in her fantasies, she skipped right past the logistics of how they got together and just focused on the logistics of the different ways their bodies could fit together. And the many, many different roles and games they could-

She could feel the blush consuming her face and she knew she had to stop this line of thinking immediately.

It just wasn't fair.

It had been love at first sight. Jaune, her knight in faded hoodie, confronting that jerk, Cardin, for picking on her. She just felt so helpless whenever humans went after her! Years of huntress training, and yet, the minute she faced a hostile human, she was once again a scared little girl, frozen in fear and terrified what might happen if she ever fought back. She'd seen it before, and she saw it with Jaune—her brave hero was alone against four Huntsmen, any one of which would have been more than a match for him. He'd been flattened in an instant. And then…

She was so graceful. Angelic. She seemed to fly across the floor and, well, it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. She dismantled them, like they were nothing, her avenger set upon those small-time bigots with a righteous fury. Her eyes, so full of concern… for Jaune, but that made it even better. The two of them were just so, so… she fell in love with them and fell in love with them.

Jaune, the kind, sweet boy who always cared so much for his friends. The way his big, goofy grin could lift her out of dark moods and make her feel like everything was going to be okay. And Pyrrha… she was so beautiful. Statuesque. Their schedules had overlapped in the showers once, and it took all her strength not to simply die on the spot. For once, she was thankful for Yang's mock-ogling—it provided the perfect cover for Velvet. But she was amazed they didn't realize how perfect they were for each other, how obviously well they went together, and she was even more amazed she seemed to be the only one who'd fallen in love with both of them.

Coco picked up on it immediately, like she always did, but she misread her interest. "Jaune Arc, eh? I ain't seeing it, but everyone's got their preferences. But I've gotta warn you Vel," she'd told her, "his partner's got it bad for him, and if she thinks you're a threat, I don't think any of us can stop her." Nothing could stop her. She was perfect.

"Velvet? You alright?"

She realized she'd been asked a question and practically leapt up from the seat. "I'm- I'm sorry! I wasn't listening!"

"It's cool," Jaune chuckled at her surprise, but in his gentle way that made it clear he wasn't teasing or judging her. Stop making my heart melt you idiot! She cursed, inwardly. "Just wanted to make sure you're cool with us watching The Princess and the Parson?"

It took every ounce of willpower to keep her ears from wilting in dismay.

"Yes!" Sound normal sound normal sound normal "It's fine!" she lied. Of course it wasn't fine! She'd seen it before, and it had left her bawling. The passionate monologue at the end, about love overcoming all barriers and those majestic sweeps across the Valean countryside and, and, and… she was going to be watching it with them!

Surely, they had to realize what they were putting her through.

"I heard it's pretty good," Pyrrha chimed in, obliviously, as she dumped a bag of popcorn into a bowl. "Didn't it sweep the awards a few years ago?"

Of course they didn't realize. It was a matter of relationships and so of course they hadn't the faintest clue about anything with those. She sighed. Watching their easy conversation as they joked about their favorite movies and their obvious familiarity would make anyone assume they already were in a relationship. They were so perfect in everything, so kind and beautiful and perfect, that of course they had their fatal flaw: they were so bad at romance. An appalling mix of oblivious and timid, but if they just had someone to give them their start, to point out how good they were together, maybe they could figure it out? And maybe they could show their gratitude for their newfound bliss by inviting her to share in the fruits of…

No! Bad! Focus.

She sat back on the couch, trying to squeeze herself into the armrest and, for once, being glad that Jaune was too clueless to notice the obvious when she practically squeaked a thank you as he handed her a drink and took his seat in the middle of the couch. Pyrrha sat to his right and passed him the bowl of popcorn to set on his lap.

She'd had this fantasy before. The three of them, watching a movie together, even the part with Jaune in the middle with a bowl of popcorn. She'd reach into the bowl, her fingers would brush Pyrrha's, and then…

Well, she wasn't sure what happened next, but it somehow led to her and Pyrrha on their knees together and enjoying a very different kind of activity.

Damnit! Why had she spent so much time thinking about the fun part of the fantasy and none on the parts that made it plausible. Ugh. She cursed her overactive imagination for getting her all worked up without giving her any practical advice. She could hear Coco joking that between her and Blake, they were providing a whole set of proofs for Faunus stereotypes, but that wasn't fair! Sure, Blake was a perv, but she only got like this for two people. Two! And she wished it was some kind of biological heat cycle, because then it would be once a year instead of all the damn time!

No, she would focus on the movie. Focus entirely on the movie. She caught the barest hint of Pyrrha whispering something in Jaune's ear, but she was not listening. Nope, didn't matter what it was. Even if it was the sweet nothings of a budding relationship, the subtle cues of a flourishing love language that would soon move beyond words and into physical contact. A shy brush of his finger, she gently resting he head on his shoulder, a furtive glance, their lips hovering-

NOPE BACK TO THE MOVIE

She was going insane. She was going to completely lose it. Her imagination was already worked up, and it had no plans on stopping. She was barely even watching the movie, only occasionally aware of it to mark how little time had passed. She sipped her soda, and was astounded to find the can almost empty. It seemed she'd nearly downed it all in her nervousness. But it provided an excuse for her to extract herself from the couch and away from the incessant nagging temptation to her right.

It had proven to be a mistake. She snuck away from the couch and to the table without any issue. She'd grabbed herself another soda, but then, obligated by politeness, she turned to ask if either of them would like something from the table, and she saw it. The two of them, together, on the couch, watching a movie and looking so natural as a couple. Even just seeing the back of their heads, it was just so right that it was painful.

She didn't belong here.

She was a third wheel, not just tonight, but in all of her hopes and dreams. It was a sexy thrill, a hot fantasy—but that was all it was: fantasy. They didn't need her, in fact, she would probably be an obstacle to their shared happiness. Nobody wanted the weird voyeur, the dull, needy Faunus girl who was too timid to take her opportunity when she had it. She could have asked either of them out ages ago.

She heard the beeping melody of a ringtone, something that sounded like classical music. Jaune leapt up. "Sorry, sorry!" he apologized as he reached for his scroll, "I've got to take this, it's Ren." He stepped away from the couch and answered the call, saying, "Hey man, how- she WHAT?" before sprinting out the door.

Velvet looked to Pyrrha in alarm, but she simply shook her head. "Don't worry about it," she said, pausing the movie, "I figured Nora would do something, even under Ren's supervision. She's been quiet for too long, which is always a troubling sign."

As she slowly became more involved in the RWBY-JNPR friend circle, she was beginning to grow used to the frenzied moments of disaster usually started by Nora or Yang. She seated herself back on the couch, nervously unaware of what to be looking at: the currently paused movie, or her romantic rival/crush?

Neither seemed like a real option, so she went with her old standby: the floor.

For a few seconds, the awkward silence held. Then Pyrrha spoke. "So… you seem to have an interest in Jaune…" Velvet's heart slammed against her chest and her eyes shot to Pyrrha in abject terror. All of her instincts were screaming to run away, but Pyrrha's gaze was too commanding to look away from. "I guess you didn't know that we've been dating for a little while now."

She was crushed. Her heart fell like it had been torn out of her chest, and, at the same time, like it was beating a hundred times a second. Pyrrha's voice was as kind and polite as it always was, even apologetic, but she might as well have told her to run away like the rabbit bitch she was. She might as well have spat on her. Words choked in her throat: either a denial or an apology or a confession, but they all seemed to die before she could vocalize them. But Pyrrha just kept smiling as she crept closer to Velvet on the couch. "But I've also noticed… how you've been looking at me."

Velvet's eyes widened in alarm as Pyrrha was now practically on top of her, her gorgeous face just inches from her own and wearing a powerful, seductive smile. Gods! She quailed before her, the object of so many fantasies, as her eyes were captured by her lips, and she wanted-

Before she could even react, the impossible happened. Pyrrha's lips crashed into hers as her brain went haywire. When she next realized what was happening, Pyrrha had been able to expertly shift Velvet around so now she was in Pyrrha's lap. Her hands snaked around her, and before she could protest, they were wrapped around her, petting, probing, teasing her body as she felt a pair of lips make contact with her neck. This wasn't Pyrrha as the kind, polite student, but the peerless, dominating Champion, expertly disarming Velvet as she writhed in her grasp. She should probably stop this, this was Jaune's girlfriend, even as her mind, supercharged with desire, fought her on the issue. She struggled to find words or some strength to resist this assault, but then Pyrrha, in one move, utterly annihilated her resistance.

She was kissing her ears

Velvet moaned and crumpled into her crush's arms, all sense of objection dissipating into a pink haze of pleasure. Dust, she was talented. Her fingers, her lips, she felt like she was going into a trance under her skilled ministrations. Her lips, her breasts, her ears—all of her most sensitive places were under perfect, delicious assault. It seemed that she knew her exact weakest points and how to work each one into a frenzy. Nothing in the world was supposed to feel this good, but of course—this was Pyrrha. Of course she was perfect. Velvet just let the feelings wash over her. It was everything she wasn't supposed to want and everything she'd ever dreamed of.

And then Pyrrha started whispering.

She whispered so softly that, even as close as she was, it was on the very edge of her hearing. "What will Jaune think when he sees this, hmm?" Velvet moaned in response, forming words being completely beyond her ability, as Pyrrha's probing fingers drifted southward, slipping past her clothes. "I've been suggesting this for so long. Bringing another woman into our relationship. I've kept our status secret to try not to scare other girls off. But Jaune's always too afraid to risk our friendship with any of the RWBY girls, and too much of a romantic for me to just bring home a girl for him." Velvet gasped as her finger finally slipped into its target with a delightful shlick. Gods, how was she so wet already? "And then today, just feeling your eyes roaming over us so deliciously—I never suspected you would just fall right into my lap."

Words finally came to her lust-fogged mind. "Yessss," she panted, "Want it. Wannit so baaaaaad." She had a hundred fantasies that begged to be confessed right now, but there was one that she couldn't even try to stop. "Wanna- wanna be your li'l pet."

"Oh, our own little pet rabbit?" oh gods don't stop don't stop please "I bet Jaune would just love that, hmmm? We'll take such good-"

"Hey, guys, Ren needs me to…" and then his voice trailed off as he noticed the scene in front of him.

The fog in her mind cleared in an instant as she realized what was going on. Her crush was staring at her, lying in the arms of her other crush, his girlfriend, pulling up her shirt with one hand and another slipped past her shorts. She expected to feel a stab of horror and panic, but it never came. No, she realized, she wasn't afraid, she wasn't driven to flee. She wanted this. She'd been wanting this this whole time. Look at me, she thought, look at everything I've put on display: it's all yours. Take it.

"Oh, hi Jaune," the vixen lying behind her said, sounding like he'd merely stumbled in on them casually getting drinks. "Velvet here just told me the most interesting thing…"

He walked towards them, slowly, wordlessly, as if in a trance. The scroll slipped from his fingers and clattered to the ground, but none of them noticed. He was looking at her, at all of her, and all Velvet could think about was how to wriggle out of the rest of her clothes, to let him look at everything.

He swallowed, "Velvet, is this…"

Fiercely, she shook her head yes. "Please," she whined, "please take me, Jaune. Fuck me."

"Mmmm," Pyrrha moaned as she nibbled on her ear "You heard the lady, Jaune. Fuck her."

With a sudden movement, Pyrrha tore her shirt right off and, somehow, magically, her bra seemed to pop off on its own. But Jaune looked right past her now-topless state, his eyes locked right on her own—and what she saw in them melted her heart all over again. It was a look of concern, trying to make sure that this was, indeed, what she wanted, and a focus to make sure that he did his best to give her a good time. But it was the gentleness, above all, that spoke across to her. He delicately pulled her into a kiss, and fireworks went off in Velvet's mind.

How could anyone hate anyone else in a world so abundantly perfect?

He was not as skilled as Pyrrha at finding and manipulating her weak points, but his hands, one caressing her cheek as he kissed her, the other cupping the soft heft of her breast, were strong, rough things, but still bearing that fundamental gentleness that she loved so much. As she kissed him, his tongue grew more forceful, exploring the insides of her mouth, and his touch grew rougher as well.

He broke the kiss, and then Pyrrha's lips were against hers, letting her savor the difference. Jaune's lips went to her nipple, bolts of pleasure radiating through her body. It was incredible, the feeling of two people so focused on her own pleasure as they ravished her body.

Velvet whimpered a little as Pyrrha broke the kiss and glanced down at her boyfriend, burying his face in Velvet's chest. "Ooh, you're enjoying that aren't you? I knew we had to find a girl bigger than me."

Jaune moaned happily into her chest, every vibration sending delightful sparks across her entire body.

"She's gorgeous, isn't she? You lucky man…" Pyrrha chuckled, as she pulled a stunned Velvet back into a kiss. Gorgeous? Her? Pyrrha was- Pyrrha was Pyrrha! She was a model! The most beautiful girls in Beacon didn't just envy her, they openly fantasized about her! She had been there as Yang and Coco had an extremely lewd conversation about her body while they made fun of Velvet's furious blushing, wholly unaware that it wasn't because she was so innocent but because she vividly agreed! And she- she- Velvet felt a terrible blush form across her face and feared that the compliments alone might drive her to her limit!

But her thoughts were interrupted as she gasped when Jaune's fingers pulled down her shorts and stripped her fully naked, and then his tongue-

Dust! Velvet's eyes rolled up into her head as he seemed to immediately find her clit and expertly play on it. What had Pyrrha been teaching him? She felt her mind fry as sensation overwhelmed her. Her fingers had never been able to achieve anything like this as she twitched and squirmed under his attention.

"Be a good girl, Velvet," she heard Pyrrha whisper in her ear, "And tell Jaune what you want, hmm?"

"I-" she was panting with need now, "I need it. Need you. Please, pleasepleaseplease!"

Pyrrha rewarded her by tweaking her nipple, her fingers finding her exact most sensitive points. "She asked me if she could be our little pet, Jaune. She asked so nicely, and I know you've been wanting a little bunny girl of your own, haven't you?"

A thought pierced through the occluded fog of her mind. He wanted her? He wanted her? She giggled, an empty-headed but joyful thing. She was delirious now, completely wild with lust and love and endless physical pleasure. They wanted her! She was going to repay them for this, give them back the pleasure they were giving her tenfold. She couldn't wait. Words spilled out from her mouth, "Yah, gonna be- gonna be a good girl, gonna be your-" she giggled again, "your li'l pet bunny."

Jaune gasped as he removed his face from her pussy, and she knew what was coming next. She didn't know when his shirt had come off, but suddenly, she was staring at his naked, athletic chest and filled with a sense of religious awe. Pyrrha, groping her chest and licking her ears, whispered, "He's magnificent, isn't he? Such a good and eager lover. The sort of man you can get used to, hmm?"

She heard the click of his belt buckle, then the soft clatter of his pants falling to the floor. It ignited a fire inside her, the insistent need of knowing just how close she was to what she wanted. "Please, I- I wanna- wanna fuck."

He obliged.

She squealed as she felt his length slide into her well-slicked pussy, he was so big and she felt so full, so filled as he started thrusting into her. He was fucking her, claiming her virginity, claiming her, such a forceful and vigorous motion that pushed her beyond even the peaks of pleasure she was already feeling. And it just kept going! She should have thrown herself at them as soon as she realized her feelings, hell, she shouldn't even have waited for that! Anything so that she could have started enjoying this so much sooner!

The world around her became vague and indistinct—Pyrrha's arms were pulling her legs open for Jaune and she could hear his voice, but she couldn't make sense of what he was saying. It didn't matter, nothing outside the sensation she was feeling right now could matter. Her mind and body felt so overcharged by their earlier attention, and now her extremely sensitive body was being pushed beyond anything she'd ever imagined her limits to be.

It was impossible to hold back. She felt her whole body quiver around him as the wave started to build—and then it crashed down. She screamed and thrashed as she came. It felt like every single muscle in her body clenched and every nerve fired at once. It was long and glorious and made her feel alive as she felt her body slack and sink into Pyrrha's arms. She felt sounds spill out of her mouth, senseless babbling as she tried to thank them, tried to make sense of her emotions.

"Mmmm, I think she liked that." Velvet was panting for air, barely able to keep her mind together, and it was made all the more difficult by Pyrrha's decision to start tweaking certain sensitive parts. "So, Jaune, what do you think? Can we keep her?"

She didn't hear what he said in reply, but she knew it was something good as she curled up in Pyrrha's arms. Her girlfriend's arms? She wasn't sure, but it wasn't a problem. She felt like all of her problems, even the very concept of problems, was a hundred miles away from them. She knew they'd take good care of her.

Their li'l pet bunny.

Whoa.

Blake stepped away from the door, her feet feeling a little unsteady. Slipping away from detention under cover of Nora was supposed to just let her catch up with movie night. Hard to believe she'd just seen… that. Wow.

Score one for Faunus Equality?

She felt light-headed. She probably shouldn't have been watching as much as she had for as long as she had. But, it was better it was her, right? If Yang and Weiss had been in her shoes, they would have interrupted immediately, either out of prudishness or the chance to be an ass. And she had to stand up for a Faunus sister, right? Especially if Coco had seen it—she may have just saved Jaune's life! And Ruby… poor little Ruby would have just been crushed if she saw it, so really, she had been guarding the door, not watching. The sort of thing friends do for each other.

Suddenly, she realized the true meaning behind a really weird and vague conversation she'd had with Pyrrha a week ago. Damn, if things had gone just a little differently… would that have been her on the couch, wedged between the two of them, with that deliriously happy look on her face as she…

Ooh, damn, she needed to go grab one of her novels and get to a private spot. This was going to take some effort to manage on her part. Maybe Jaune had a thing for Faunus girls? She became very aware of her ears twitching on top of her head. She thought of how loudly Velvet had screamed his name just a moment ago.

She cracked a mischievous grin and wondered, maybe, just maybe, Pyrrha might be interested in picking back up on that conversation they had last week.