This choice: Blake's bulldozing backside • Go Back...Chapter #10Blake's bulldozing backside by: WritingGuy   Jaune had a few moments of awestruck appreciation, watching Blake's humongous booty jiggling in her near skintight pants.
Then the moment passed as she regained her footing; the nimble girl recovering from being suddenly thrown off balance in only a few short seconds! Jaune's eyes widened as Blake, rather than continuing to try and evade him... actually closed the distance to him?!
What? Why was Blake suddenly changing up her fighting style-midfight? That wasn't like her at all!
Blake sprinted at Jaune, closing the distance between the two in less than five seconds. Jaune, who hadn't been expecting this at all didn't even realize he was unthinkingly holding his sword and shield loosely at his sides rather than keeping his guard up.
Jaune was barely able to make out a faint purple sheen emanated around her wide hips, extending around Blake's bulbous backside.
And just as the girl was within a few feet of him, the girl spun, turning into a small twister in the air!
No, not a twister- a wrecking ball! A pair of wrecking balls, more accurately!
Jaune wheezed as Blake's massive ass cheeks slammed into him, her combined momentum and unorthodox application of her aura allowing her to slam her mighty rump into Jaune with enough force that he was knocked clean off his feet, sailing through the air to land practically on the other side of the arena!
Groaning, Jaune tried to get up off the floor of the arena and shake the cobwebs out of his head... only to find something huge and heavy drop down directly on his already battered chest!
"B-Blake... Get... Off..." He managed to wheeze, and while he wasn't fool enough to tell Blake that she was too heavy (having seven sisters gave a guy at least some knowledge of how to talk to women), her significantly larger lower body (which was entirely weighing on his torso right now) was really crushing him!
"Do you surrender?"
Oh, and she had her gun-sword thing (Gambol Shroud, he reminded himself) at his throat.
He probably should've focused on that first.
"I-I give..." It wasn't like there was anything he could do right now, not in this position.
He'd been... he wasn't sure what he'd been expecting. It was kind of mean of him to expect Blake's pants to rip, but... he definitely hadn't expected that her clothes would stretch with her. Doubly so that Blake had outright changed her fighting style to make better use of her stupendously bottom-heavy build.
He wasn't going to lie. As much as it hurt right, what with him feeling like he'd just taken a bag of cement to the chest, the thought (and memory) of Blake slamming ass-first into him was actually pretty hot.
He'd take the loss- after all, he'd gotten a solid consolation prize in the end.
"Miss Belladonna! Mr. Arc has voiced his surrender, so please get off of him. Need I remind you that while I heavily disprove of such... *ahem* brazen attack methods, I will not make you change your fighting style so long as you... urgh... behave politely outside of combat..." Professor Goodwitch groaned, rubbing her forehead tiredly. What? That was knew. It seemed like Professor Goodwitch really wasn't thrilled by the idea of Blake using her huge, jiggly booty as a weapon. Actually, the implication that Jaune picked up was that Blake's final takedown of him hadn't been a one-time thing, but a regular occurrence when she sparred.
In the back of his mind, Jaune realized that he'd need to consider those implications carefully; namely that using his semblance to change Blake's body had done a whole lot more than just blow her butt up.
But the majority of his mind was still focused on 'heh... Huge booty sitting on my chest.'
Seriously, he wasn't some perv or jerk like Cardin and his team could be, but he was a healthy teenage boy. And right now he was a teenage boy with a very attractive girl sitting on his chest!
Looking at the stands... Jaune saw Cardin and his team looking at Jaune not with sneers for once, but...
Whoa.
Cardin actually looked proud of him.
Was this the 'bro code' he'd heard so much about? That all past altercations went out the window once a guy got a feel of a spectacular ass or chest?
As for the rest of the people he was familiar with at Beacon...
Nora was blushing slightly, covering Ren's eyes with her hands, but other than that she had an amused smile on her face.
Yang was covering her mouth, barely able to hold back from breaking out into laughter, while Weiss looked exasperated and Ruby was rolling her eyes with an expression on her face that Jaune interpreted as 'Blake did it again.'
And as for his partner...
Huh. Pyrrha looked kind of strange.
Her face was curiously blank, with an almost ominous gleam in her eyes.
What was that about at?
Jaune felt his chest decompress as Blake stepped off of him, and for a single second, Jaune had a heavenly few staring straight up at the underside of the humongous derrière wobbling directly over his head.
1) Blake just huffs and strides back to the stands, leaving Jaune to pick himself up.
2) To his surprise, Blake smiles and extends her hand, helping Jaune up.
3) The same, but as Blake pulls Jaune up... they hear a loud ripping noise coming from her pants!   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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