Velvet was a very happy girl.

Right now, she was doing something she could never have imagined doing in a hundred lifetimes, but at present, couldn't think of anything she'd ever wanted to do more. She was in a broom closet, lustily eating out the most beautiful girl she had ever known. Pyrrha had practically dragged her into it after Oobleck's class. Dragged, not because she didn't want to have her head beneath Pyrrha's skirt, but because Velvet still had an unfortunate tendency to lock up with nervousness when she thought about actually having sex. She was incredibly grateful that her girlfriend was so willing to bring her out of her shell, and even more grateful that a girl this beautiful and this talented and this much in love with another person was willing to give her this chance. But she was, and so Velvet thanked her lucky rabbit's feet that she'd been allowed to see this other side of Pyrrha.

It was a stunning transformation, to see what only she and Jaune ever got to see. Pyrrha was polite, apologetic, almost timid, in all places but the battlefield, and, apparently, she personally saw sex as just another battlefield. Another place to hone her skills and showcase her dominance. There was nothing too adventurous, nothing too daring for her to try in (or out of) the bedroom. Why, last week, she had had Jaune tie Velvet… but she had more important things to think about right now.

Like how incredible it was to have her tongue deep in Pyrrha's pussy. Or the feeling of Pyrrha's hands, one gripping her hair in a commanding fashion as the other delicately stroked her ears, and Velvet was very, very eager to get her off. She lapped at her clit, getting faster with every moan as Pyrrha braced herself against the wall as her legs turned to jelly. She buried her face between those perfectly sculpted legs and relished the feel of her smooth, soft skin against her cheeks, her lovely little thatch of hair against her face, as she put everything into pleasuring the other woman.

"Oh gods, Velvet!" She had to remove her hand from Velvet's ear, to Velvet's disappointment, so she could bite down on a knuckle and muffle her scream of pleasure. Velvet savored the taste of her lover as Pyrrha panted and slid down the wall she was leaning against. "Oh, dust, Vel, you just ohhhhhh..."

Velvet just smiled as she wiped off her chin. There was something powerfully arousing about knowing she could reduce such a peerless woman to a hapless mess, to feel so appreciated and loved as she delighted in pleasuring her.

Pyrrha pulled up her panties, a lacy black slip that Velvet enjoyed pulling down with her teeth, with a wistful sigh. "You sure you don't want me to return the favor?"

Velvet shook her head no. She loved the way Pyrrha "used" her for stress relief, and she knew that she had a proper date with her and Jaune coming soon enough—she'd get her satisfaction. No, when she was alone with Pyrrha, she was far more interested in being a good pet for her mistress.

And part of being a good little bunny was coming up with fun ideas for the three of them. "So, I have an idea for tonight, and I already know I can get the costumes. I dress up as a schoolgirl and you dress up as a cheerleader…"

"Mmmm, I'm liking this already," Pyrrha sighed.

"You'll play the most popular girl in school, but you're always picking on me. Like, really mean. So I turn to the one teacher in the school I trust, and-"

"Played by Jaune, I take it?"

"Uh-huh, but then I walk in on you and him having sex!"

Pyrrha's eyebrows went up at that. "Oh my. And then you blackmail us?"

"Uh… I mean, if you want it to, I mean, you're much better at this than-" Her ears were hot now, and she felt stupid for having opened up like this.

Pyrrha, though, was quick with a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "No, no, no! I didn't mean it like that!" Her voice was so kind and supportive, and Velvet felt like she might cry. They were so sweet to her, so loving, and she was so, so lucky to have found them. "We love your ideas, Vel. You're really creative." She pulled her into a hug and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Well, I was thinking, you two could, ummm," her cheeks were on fire, her hands were covering her eyes, and her voice was a timid squeak. "Just, um, gloat over how much he likes it, and, uh, shoveitinmyfacehowmuchbetteryouarethanme!"

Pyrrha smiled at her, and she felt her heart start beating again. "I love it. You're so wicked, Vel."

She didn't know the half of it. Bullying fantasies were some of the more vanilla kinks she'd suddenly realized an interest in. She had fantasies she'd never say out loud, even to Pyrrha, like sending a video of her masturbating to their scrolls while they were in class, deliberately getting caught by Goodwitch, or teaming up with Pyrrha to seduce Weiss and presenting her to Jaune as a gift. She'd always had a vivid fantasy life, but it felt like seeing one of her fantasies come true had sent her imagination into overdrive. She was eager to please her new lovers, and knowing that Pyrrha had a kink for showing Jaune off gave her a direction to work with.

However, Velvet could tell that the look on her face meant she was softening the bad news. But she started stroking her ears and so Velvet curled up into her warm embrace. "I really like it, but… I don't know if I'll be able to get Jaune onboard. He has a hard enough time being rough with me, and he's just so protective of you."

That was true. Her times alone with Jaune had always been purely romantic. Hand-holding. Cuddling on the roof while watching the stars. Sometimes, always in total secrecy, they kissed, and it felt more scandalous than anything else she did in this relationship. Including eating out their mutual girlfriend in a broom closet. He was shy and she was shy and they were shy together. She giggled at the thought, to think that she had two relationships so incredibly different, and yet, when all three were together, it just made so much sense?

She murmured happily as Pyrrha tickled her ears. "It's hard for me, too, you know, especially when you look this cute." Velvet blushed furiously at that. "Now you're making it even harder!" she teased, "But… Jaune has a big leadership class test tomorrow, so I don't think we can do anything tonight."

She pouted, which set Pyrrha into a fit of giggles. "I'm sorry! You're just… you're just too cute, Vel! But I'm serious—no Jaune time for either of us. He's having a study session with Ruby tonight."

"You sure he wouldn't have a better study session," she licked her lips, "if he were properly… motivated?"

Velvet yelped as Pyrrha gave her butt a swat. "You're too wicked," then she gave her a concerned look, "Would you like me to take care of you tonight? I feel bad leaving you unsatisfied."

She shook her head no. "It's fine, Pyrrha. Really," she blushed, "I… kind of, well, it's…" she squirmed as her voice dropped to a soft, dirty whisper, "It's like I'm saving myself for Jaune."

Pyrrha only giggled at that. "That's absolutely adorable, Vel. You're just too cute!"

With no couple time tonight, Velvet had a free evening all to herself, which was an odd feeling. She was amazed at how Pyrrha and Jaune managed to fit in all their time training and studying in with their hectic dating schedule. They always made time for her, not just sexually, but romantically, emotionally, the things she'd always hoped for in a partner.

But she had things she could do without them. In fact, she knew exactly what to do with her evening. Ever since her fantasy life had been kicked into overdrive, she'd discovered the value of erotic novels. And with it, her opinion on Blake Belladonna had considerably improved.

It wasn't that she disliked her fellow Faunus, in a school as human-dominated as Beacon, it was important to stick together, but she'd never really liked the sense that she had to be friends, just because of their shared race. But now, they had something very much in common, and learning about Blake's real personality, along with learning about Blake's library, had been a wonderful discovery. Indeed, accidentally stumbling onto Blake reading Ninjas of Love in a quiet spot in the library had been such a wonderfully fortunate thing to happen, especially so soon after being welcomed into Pyrrha and Jaune's relationship. When it rains, it pours, she supposed.

She soon arrived at Blake's floor. Which, as she knew so well, was also JNPR's floor. She nervously glanced at their door, wondering if Jaune was in there right now, if he was doing something, or if she could visit. She didn't want to disturb Jaune, but… it was very, very tempting to try to visit him. He was a giving person; he always had time for others. Even if he had something else he had to do, she knew for certain that he would make time for her. And that was a tough thing for Velvet—she could see how easy it would be to take advantage of that, even as she really, really wanted more Jaune time.

And was that her fault? It was wonderful. As strange and unusual as their relationship was, Velvet had everything she'd ever hoped for from a boyfriend. She'd gotten a late night snack with Jaune two nights ago after training. They shared stories about their hometowns and jokes about the Beacon faculty and Velvet felt like she could tell him anything, her hopes, her fears, anything. Last weekend, they had a night watching scary movies with Ruby, and Velvet had even worked up the courage to rest her head on Jaune's shoulder! In public! Yes, there was very little risk of Ruby actually having her eyes open for long enough to actually see it, but it felt so thrilling.

She knocked on the door to RWBY's dorm, and was relieved to see it was Yang who opened the door instead of Weiss. A stray comment from Pyrrha a few nights ago about an old crush Jaune had for her had really set her imagination into overdrive about Weiss and she didn't want to see the heiress in person until she'd had the chance to cool down a little. "Aw, hey Velvet! You here for Blake?" Velvet, nodded, smiling. "Hey, Blake! Velvet's here to borrow some smut from-"

"It's not smut it's literature," Blake grumbled from behind Yang, even though Velvet knew very well that she was lying through her teeth. Pushing Yang aside, she met Velvet in the hallway, shutting the door behind her and proffering the next book in the series for her. Just one glance at the cover, a sexy fox Faunus, bosom heaving, caught in a man's burly arms, well, it told her all she needed to know that she'd enjoy this volume. Blake secretively whispered to her, "So… how do you feel about," and her voice dropped even lower, "Human-Faunus romances?"

She suspected she had very strong feelings about those. It was why she needed the book in the first place! But she had absolutely no intention of tipping Blake off about her proclivities, so she just said, "I don't… dislike them. But sometimes, you know, I've just got to support Faunus-Faunus stuff. The Hiroko/Kasumi relationship in-" and then her face got really heated as she realized what she'd just said to Blake. She'd just referenced a very, very steamy relationship between a cat and rabbit Faunus, as a rabbit Faunus, to her cat Faunus friend!

Blake clearly stifled a laugh at her obvious discomfort, but had the courtesy to try and change the subject. "Hey, if you're not busy tonight, there's actually something I could use your help with. You know photography, right? It's not just for your Semblance, I mean." Velvet nodded, happy to discuss literally anything else. Photography was, on top of being part of her fighting style, a hobby of hers. "There some photos I think have been doctored, and could use your expertise with, if you wouldn't mind looking at them."

"Oh? What's this for?"

"It's… kind of secret," she dropped her voice, "it's about Roman Torchwick. If you could come to Room 224—it's an unused dorm room that I've been using as a base of operations—you can use code 314 to get in. Would you be able to meet me tonight?"

"Sure!" she answered, cheerfully. She knew Blake still had an interest in tracking down the notorious thief ever since his breakout from Atlas custody during the Vytal Festival—though much less intense than her obsession earlier in the school year. "I can be there tonight."

"Great, I'll see you there!"

Velvet didn't ask why Blake knew the code to get into an abandoned room. It made sense, from what she knew of Blake, that she would know how to bypass locks. It wasn't a legitimate Huntress skill, but it also wasn't uncommon. And from what she knew of Beacon's organization, coming off the chaos of hosting the Vytal Festival, there could have been a lot of opportunities to get ahold of a lock code.

But the room itself wasn't what she expected. She had been anticipating stacks of papers, a map of Vale with pushpins and notes drawn on, and a corkboard full of photos connected with red string, not… nothing.

Really, there was nothing to the room. It was just an unused dorm. The only thing different is that it had a lot of middle space, since the beds were pushed together with two to each side. She'd heard from Coco that this sort of arrangement wasn't uncommon with intra-team relationships, that two beds together could make a workable double bed. Coco had a low opinion of people who slept with members of their team—too much on the line to get messed up in that drama—but Velvet was now wondering if Jaune and Pyrrha might opt for an arrangement like this once they were a public couple.

It wasn't that she was jealous, but she was very aware that her relationship with Jaune and Pyrrha was at a distance. They made time for her, she didn't feel left out! But… well, sometimes… she did. What was it like in JNPR dorm, when the first thing you see in your day is your partner, in romance as much as your team, and they're the last thing you see at night? The little jokes, the small glances, the parts of the relationship that weren't thrillingly sexy or deeply romantic. The small things.

She tried to distract herself from those thoughts by taking another look around the room. Blake was a cautious investigator, she wouldn't leave her notes out where anyone could find them. She idly looked over the desk, finding the drawers empty, when she heard the sound of a code being entered behind her. Turning to look, she saw Blake, but she wasn't alone. Pyrrha was with her. They were wearing coats, which was odd, but the bigger question was why were both of them together and-

Oh no!

Had they been found out? Had Blake discovered their secret, and now she was, she was- well, Velvet didn't know! Blackmail! That didn't sound like Blake, but she couldn't rule out the possibility that-

And then the coats came off and Velvet shut. down.

They were wearing only lingerie. Red for Pyrrha and pitch black for Blake. The look of the black lace on her pale white skin made a wonderful contrast that let Velvet's eyes drink in her curves. Those heels were doing magnificent things for her already full and perky butt, and her long black gloves were giving her a very elegant look.

But the feast before her wasn't what her eyes were drawn to. No, her eyes were locked at the top of Pyrrha's head, at a small headband nestled in her hair, in the place of her tiara. A very special headband.

Pyrrha was wearing a pair of fox ears.

Velvet's heart started to pound in her chest as a delicious surge of adrenaline coursed through her and she realized what game they were playing. The sinister vixen—no trace of Pyrrha's usual kindness on her face—smirked at her mounting panic. Velvet realized she was trapped in this room, nowhere to run, as a pair of hot predators converged on her. She took a step back.

Mistake—the girls sneered at her obvious fear as they advanced. "She looks scared," taunted Blake, "I told you she'd be all alone."

Pyrrha grinned, "Completely at our mercy."

"P-please, I d-don't want any trouble," she stammered. Gods her girlfriend was amazing.

"Trouble?" Blake asked, "What makes you think-" suddenly, Velvet squeaked as Pyrrha swiftly outflanked her, grabbing and pinning her arms behind her, "we want trouble, little bunny?"

Now Blake was upon her, slowly and effortlessly stripping her clothes off as she writhed and squirmed in Pyrrha's grip. "Doesn't she look tasty?" Pyrrha asked Blake. "Good enough to eat?"

She felt Blake's breath hot on her exposed thighs. "Exactly what I was thinking."

She squealed in dismay as Blake pulled her panties down. But then Pyrrha, in a cruel, mocking voice, whispered in her ear, "And I thought you were saving yourself for Jaune," and that was when Velvet realized the real stakes of the game. She struggled in vain against Pyrrha, but the champion held her tight as she slipped her out of her clothes. She was helpless against Blake's onslaught, and as her tongue started delicately teasing her way towards her pussy.

But she would hold on! She would endure this merciless assault! For Jaune! And to prove she was not just a helpless bunny at the mercy of her bullies!

But Blake's tongue thought otherwise. Dust! This girl was good! Pyrrha had skill, Jaune had enthusiasm, but Blake's tongue was dexterous and playful. She lapped at her folds bringing her to her limit, and then backing away. Constantly teasing her if she'd overcome her resistance and bring her over the edge. Velvet whimpered as she bit her bottom lip and Pyrrha nuzzled her neck. It was hopeless! But then, she heard, faintly, the sound of buttons being pressed on a keypad.

"Oh no!" she heard Blake whisper in mock-fright, "It's Jaune! He's found us!"

The door opened, and she saw the absolutely stunned face of her boyfriend. Pure delight surged in her heart—she knew it was playacting, but it felt so real! He was here to save her, he'd always be there to save her!

"Oh, save me, Jaune!" she cried out, her voice ringing with sincerity, "Save me!"

Jaune's eyes went as wide as the first time he saw Velvet undressed and in the arms of his girlfriend. She had to suppress a giggle—she was supposed to be the helpless damsel, in distress and dis-dress, after all—at the thought that they just kept doing this to Jaune. Her poor sweetheart looked almost like he was liable to faint.

But as he slowly parsed what was going on here, with his girlfriend being ravished by this sexy pair of predators, he realized his role in it. He gave her a cocky smile, and confidently strode forward and pulled Blake off of her and into his arms. It was easy to forget that Jaune was no longer the unsure young man who'd first come to Beacon. He'd developed quite a bit, and now, he was easily strong enough to haul a small girl like Blake around like she weighed nothing.

"Oh? You don't seem so tough now." With his strong arms, he pushed Blake down onto her knees in front of him, then fished his cock out of his pants. Even facing away from her, Velvet could see Blake's sharp intake of breath as she first saw it. With an un-Jaune-like sneer that set Velvet's heart racing, he said, "Little different from picking on helpless rabbits, huh?"

Gods, she loved it when he was dominant.

She needed a better view. "Don't think you're getting out of this," Velvet whispered as she broke free from Pyrrha's suddenly-slack grip and then, dropping on to the bed, pulled the startled girl into her lap. She ran her hands over her body, enjoying the feel of the lacy garments under her fingers. She had expected Pyrrha to struggle in her arms, to have to be subdued, but she seemed absolutely entranced by the sight of Blake pleasuring their boyfriend. Well, Velvet figured, she could do something with that. "Oh?" she asked her moaning girlfriend as she slipped a finger into her sopping wet pussy, "does it turn you on to watch your friend get put in her place?"

It did. It so did. Pyrrha panted and whined with need as Velvet became the aggressor. Fortunately, she thought, she had had an excellent teacher, as she leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "Are you wishing that was you there? Servicing him with your mouth? Was that what you wanted this whole time, to get his attention so he could punish you like the common w-whores you are?" As unfamiliar as it was for her to be dominant, and as much as she had to struggle to limit stammering while saying it, Velvet trembled with excitement, hearing Pyrrha's erotic moans in response to the abuse. It seems she had a submissive streak, too.

But then Jaune moved Blake onto the bed, pushing her face down, ass up and Velvet knew where she wanted to be. "Play with yourself, slut," she whispered to the now-docile Pyrrha and moved to the bed behind Jaune. She wrapped her arms around her boyfriend, pressing her breasts into his back. Glancing over, she watched as her girlfriend masturbated, shamelessly watching in lustful, rapt attention as Jaune loomed over Blake.

Velvet grinned. "Punish her, Jaune! Punish this naughty kitty!"

"Oh, no, please sir, don't punish me!" Blake wailed in mock terror, "I'll be a good kitty for you, I swear!"

"Don't listen to this naughty slut! She tried to seduce me from you!"

"Well," Jaune laughed, "I don't think she was going to succeed there," Velvet moaned in pleasure at that, "but if you insist…" And then he thrust into her.

Blake squealed in utter delight as Velvet watched in fascination as her boyfriend's dick pistoned in and out of the catgirl. It was a wonderful sight, Blake mewling into the sheets, her ass shaking beautifully with each thrust, and Velvet realized that maybe it wasn't just Pyrrha who had a fetish for showing her boyfriend off. Another step in her delightful corruption at the hands of that wicked vixen.

"Spank her!" she shouted with glee as Blake yelped and Pyrrha came as Jaune gave her a mighty strike to her backside. Velvet watched in fascination as Blake's butt jiggled from the blow. So many at Beacon would kill for this view, not only to see the famous Bellabooty, but to see the snooty, superior Faunus girl bent over on all fours. Jaune gave her several more slaps, and it wasn't long before Blake suddenly came, shrieking like a struck cat and just collapsing into an undignified mess before them.

Velvet realized she was panting, an unquenchable fire burning inside her. Being bullied by these two was shamefully hot, but watching her bullies get sexually dominated by her hot, caring boyfriend? Oh, she was burning to get hers.

She couldn't wait any longer. "Bad kitty!" she said, shoving the crumpled Blake out of her way, an eager Pyrrha sweeping in to pull the Faunus girl, giggling and disoriented, into a searing kiss. But Velvet didn't have time to watch the show as she plopped herself down where Blake used to be on the bed, thrusting her chest out right into Jaune's face.

"Oh please, sir," she fluttered her eyelashes, thrilled that her tits could draw his eyes away from Pyrrha and Blake's make-out session, "is there any way I can reward my handsome, heroic savior?"

It seems that Jaune had a few ideas.

Soon, she was crying out in pleasure as she bounced up and down on his length. She wanted to make this last as long as she could, but her body was far too worked up as she struggled to contain the scream building inside of her. It had been building all day and now she could finally enjoy the sweet release as she moaned in satisfaction, and then, suddenly, burst out, "J-j-Juh-AUNE!" She pulled him forward, burying his face in her bountiful chest and now Jaune couldn't hold back any longer. She felt his muscles tense and then a sudden liquid warmth filled her. She shivered with pleasure as she slowly slid backwards onto the bed.

But before she could really settles, she felt the weight of Pyrrha clambering on top of her, pressing her chest into hers and thrusting her tongue into Velvet's mouth. She couldn't fight back, couldn't even imagine it, and just let herself be ravished.

Pyrrha then broke the kiss to look over to the final girl in the room. "Blake? Be a good girl and get Jaune ready again. I want him to take me while I'm making out with Velvet."

She was a very, very happy bunny, indeed.

Velvet was still trying to catch her breath, now on the bed next to her very well passed out boyfriend. It seemed even Jaune's considerable stamina could be overwhelmed when up against three desperately horny girls. She looked over to Blake and Pyrrha, now tangled on the floor. She wasn't sure if she remembered how they'd all ended up where they were, but she did know it had been a very enjoyable experience. Pyrrha had a very satisfied look on her face, while Blake was giving an amused glance over to Jaune.

"Three girls and one guy?" Blake tittered, "We're going to kill him, aren't we?"

Velvet put an arm around Jaune protectively. "No! We just have to… be careful about pacing things out and, maybe… take care of each other, some times." She sighed, "Though I do feel bad that we kept him for studying for his test."

Pyrrha laughed at that. "Gods, Vel, you're too innocent! I made that up to keep you from realizing what we had planned tonight!" But then she gave Blake a curious look. "So, when you say three girls… you do see this as a relationship?" she asked, "Not a fling?"

Blake shifted uneasily. "Well, I mean… like I said, I'm not really feeling this as a one-time thing you know," a faint grin broke across her face, no doubt caused by remembering what they'd just done, "I've got some more, well, you know, ideas, but I'm… I don't know, I just don't see your thing as something… for me. Not romantically, at least. I only kind of know you and Velvet and I really don't know Jaune that well at all."

"He's a wonderful boyfriend," Velvet added, dreamily, tracing a finger down Jaune's chest, "He's caring and fun and really, really sweet."

"Well," Blake was blushing now. For a girl who was so brazen when they started, she was surprisingly vulnerable now. "I think I'm… taking my time before putting myself back out there, emotionally. I've kind of been… burned before, and I'm still trying to deal with some of that."

Velvet felt a flood of empathy for the girl. Blake always played her cards very close to her chest, and this must have taken her a lot of courage, just to try to reach out to them. She smiled supportively. "Take your time. Three might be a lot for us to handle right now, too."

Blake chuckled at that. "You might not have been watching your girlfriend's face while Jaune fucked me, but…" Pyrrha's eyes shot to the floor, mortified, "Pyrrha's got a kink, and I don't think she wants to stop at 3."

"I can stop! If it's not- I… I just don't want to ruin what we have," Pyrrha mumbled.

Velvet looked to her girlfriend sympathetically as she cuddled her boyfriend, remembering how it felt to watch him pound Blake. "Well, maybe if it's just, you know, one time things. I mean," she felt a terrible blush start to cover her face as her mind now happily and involuntarily supplied memories of Coco in various states of dress, "I've got some… interest in that, too." What would it be like when she was the sexually experienced and powerful one, while Coco was the mewling… She tried to banish those thoughts from her mind by turning her attention back to Pyrrha. "Who were you think-"

"Weiss," Pyrrha blurted out, not even giving Velvet time to finish speaking. She immediately went redder than Velvet had ever seen her before as she practically curled up into a ball from shame.

Blake struggled to stifle her laughter, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but… good luck. She is not going to be easy. Not just because of," she gestured to the sleeping Jaune, "but she apparently freaked out when Neptune even suggested second base. You've got your work cut out for you."

"I know," moaned Pyrrha, "but watching Jaune pursue her while I was pining after him is what made me realize that I was so into this."

Velvet giggled at that. She'd have to thank the heiress for her role in getting the ball rolling, though, as the blush crept back onto her cheeks, she realized she might have a very good opportunity for that soon. She looked over, shyly, to her lover. "Well… a month ago, I would have thought this was impossible. I think, um, Beacon girls might be a little kinkier than you'd think. And maybe…"

"Mmmm, maybe we could pull it off," Pyrrha sighed. "We just have to, you know, try not to kill our man doing it."

"Hell of a way to die, though," Blake laughed, "Hell of a way."

Originally, this was supposed to be a one-shot, but I forgot to mark it as completed. But I have been really both surprised and grateful for the positive response the first chapter got, and so I made an effort to keep the story going. Writing smut has been harder than I expected, and it brings in a lot of challenges I haven't faced with any of my other stories, but that's made it a really interesting experience. Please, let me know what you think, especially because I'm still trying to figure out the community norms for this. I hope it lives up to your expectations!

Also, a note on canon, in this story, the Vytal Festival was never interrupted and Beacon never fell. Mostly it's to give me more space to work with and not have a sense of inevitable doom hanging over everything.

Next up, Jaune immediately learns the consequences of adding Blake into this relationship in the next chapter: Gunning for Your Girl!