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Exploring Beacon after dark wasn’t exactly what Jaune had expected his girlfriend to tell him to do, but it was nevertheless where he had ended up. The halls of the academy were quiet and empty, and he knew that he could expect a proper earful from one of the teachers if he was caught while sneaking about.

Still, after Velvet’s comment that she would have to “teach him a lesson” the previous evening, he’d been sent a new message over his scroll, one directing him to a large and spacious classroom. He had no idea what the pregnant Faunus was up to, but after the delectably spicy past two nights, he was willing to go out on a limb for her.

Finally making his way to the class in question, Jaune tried the door and found it unlocked. He grinned to himself. Score! He ghosted inside, slipping it shut behind him.

The classroom was dark and closed, and his nose wrinkled as he tried to adjust to the dimness. However, before he could, a sharp voice cut across the air—“Well well, Mr. Arc, sneaking about, are we?”

Jaune’s heart plummeted down below his stomach. That voice belonged to the strictest teacher in Beacon: Glynda Goodwitch. Frantically, Jaune scrambled to find an explanation that would avoid getting Velvet in trouble. “I, um, I can explain—”

Further speech was cut off when the pale-orange glow of heat-infused Dust lit the classroom, and his words died on his lips. The speaker wasn’t Glynda after all, though she sure looked like her.

Velvet was perched on one of the desks with a spectacularly stern expression on her face. Her eyes gleamed behind a thin pair of oval glasses, and her ears stood up above an elegant mop of blonde hair with ringlets tumbling down on either side. Her long-sleeved white top was crisp and stainless, and her black pencil skirt hugged her pregnant belly closely. Her legs, clad in tight stockings, were crossed and ended in heels. One manicured hand was cradling her belly, while the other held a riding crop.

As Jaune whistled appreciatively at the sight of Velvet-as-Glynda, a look of amusement and flirtatiousness flitted across the Faunus’s face before settling back into the role of the stern teacher. “Well, Arc?” she challenged. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Jaune had to hand it to her—the vocal mimicry was downright uncanny. She’d done a good job with both Yang and Coco, mimicking their patterns and cadences, but when it came to Glynda, Velvet’s skills were on full display. Without seeing her all dressed up, anyone would assume from hearing her that she was Glynda.

“Nothing, ma’am,” he replied.

Velvet smiled. “Well, I suppose it’s time for detention—or expulsion. Sneaking around after hours is quite frowned on, you know.” She leaned her head to the side and rested it on her riding crop, smiling impishly at him. “But then again… I suppose I can think of some way for us to settle this score.”

Jaune opened his mouth. “I—”

“Did I say you could speak, Mr. Arc?”

Blushing and enjoying the way he was being bossed around, Jaune was cowed into silence. Velvet slid off the desk with impeccable grace, still cradling her belly with one hand. “I have it on good authority that you fantasize about being put in your place by a proper woman of authority, hmmm?”

Jaune blushed even harder, nodding. Damn, but his girlfriend knew him really well. “Well then,” Velvet continued, “I suppose it’s your lucky day. I’m going to teach you a proper lesson.” She reached down her side, momentarily caressing her stomach before slipping her fingers under the hem of her skirt. As she began tugging it down, she raised an eyebrow at him. “Take that nonsense off.”

“Yes ma’am,” Jaune breathed. Within a mere minute or two he was in the buff and was eying his girlfriend appreciatively. Velvet hadn’t been wearing panties underneath that skirt, and so right above where her black stocking tights ended in mid-thigh, half-overshadowed by her gravid globe of a belly, was her bare pussy: flush, aroused, and wet with anticipation.

“I need attention,” Velvet commanded in Glynda’s tones, and Jaune was happy to oblige. He approached reverentially, and was halfway down to her pussy before Velvet’s fingers threaded into his hair. Tightening with a sudden yank, he gasped at the sensation of her pulling at him. She pushed his head down towards her slit. “Lick,” she demanded.

He complied, going soft at first, teasing his tongue along her folds and playing with her clit using the tip of his tongue, the way he knew she loved. He was rewarded by feeling her shuddering around him, a small gasp emanating from her—but then Velvet’s hand tightened even more.

“Look at this belly,” she said in a no-nonsense tone. “Do I look like I’m some blushing maiden new to sex? Enough teasing, Arc. Eat me out like you mean it.”

Amidst the rough sensation of Velvet’s fingers pulling at his hair and his scalp, Jaune reveled in the feeling of arousal burning in him like an ember. Velvet’s newfound confidence was amazing, and the way she was bossing him around played to one of his deepest fantasies. He needed no more encouragement and dove in, lapping dutifully at the pregnant Faunus’s pussy, delighting in the way his tongue slid over her folds and dipped inside of her. Every action and movement brought a low murmur of appreciation from Velvet.

“That’s right,” she said, her voice sultry, “you’re doing well. Looks like you’re not half-bad after all. Mmmm… Jaune,” she cooed after he gave her clit a luxurious swirl with his tongue, “you like being dommed by a lady, don’t you?”

Jaune almost jumped at the feeling of leather on his flesh; Velvet was tracing patterns on his skin with the riding crop, occasionally smacking it lightly here and there—not enough to bruise, but enough that he almost whimpered from the delicate sting that soon bled into sweetness. He wanted to react, but given that his mouth was, ahem, busy with other tasks at the moment, he simply gave a low “mmhmm” in response.

“That’s right,” Velvet cooed, teasing him with more sweet slaps from the crop. “Good boys who follow their mistress’s wishes get rewards, don’t they? Do you want a reward?” He responded in the affirmative as best he could, and her voice grew husky: “Then first, mistress needs to cum.”

He dove in with renewed vigor, her taunts aligning with her fingers in his hair and the occasional soft lashes to his body to drive him further, until—

“Ahhhhhhh,” Velvet sighed, shuddering as she crested in orgasm. Her grip on him relaxed, and Jaune bent his head back. “Your reward,” she told him, “is that mistress will allow you to pleasure yourself until you cum.” Jaune, who was already rock-hard, needed no more encouragement, and set about gratifying his cock.

Still blushing from a post-orgasmic haze, Velvet stood. “Tomorrow’s the special day, Jaune,” she said, “and I’m saving the best for last. Your cock is going to feel the inside of this pussy.”

“I don’t think there’s any doubt it already has,” Jaune replied, eyeing the evidence—the big, fertile globe that was currently holding his children.

Velvet blushed and giggled, momentarily breaking character, before slipping back into Glynda’s cool mask. “Clean up when you’re done,” she told him, “and find a way to make sure this finds its way back to its proper place, hmm?” She idly tossed the riding crop over near him.

“It’s—proper place?”

She smirked at him. “Now, really. You should know as well as anyone that there’s only one riding crop in Beacon.”

Jaune almost choked. “You mean this is—you stole Glynda’s—”

“Borrowed, pet, borrowed,” she cut in, her voice flighty. “And you are going to return it, won’t you? After all… I’ve got a wonderful final night to plan.”

As made herself decent and sauntered out, Jaune leaned back. “What,” he muttered, grunting as he pleasured himself to the point of cumming, “could she possibly have in store for the last night?”

Whatever it was… he was more than ready.