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Velvet Scarlatina was happy, hearty, healthy, and so pregnant that she could barely stand.

She probably should have expected something along the lines of her current condition—twins as a first pregnancy would have seemed unusual for most, but for a rabbit Faunus, fertility was to be expected. In fact, in some ways, having two kids was a rather small brood for her kind, if anything.

Truth be told, though, Velvet liked being pregnant. She liked cradling her swollen globe of a belly—she liked feeling her kids tumble and move inside, and giggled at every kick. At nine months, she was enormous: so swollen it was difficult for her to move. She had to gingerly step to avoid nudging obstacles with her belly.

As if the impending birth of her children wasn't enough, another happy event was coming soon. Her own boyfriend—and the babies' father—Jaune Arc was turning nineteen the following week.

Jaune, now a senior at Beacon, had emerged as a handsome, confident young man with a still-present hint of quirky charm. Thinking about him made Velvet almost want to melt. When she was around him, she didn't feel so shy or withdrawn. They had spent many long evenings in each other's company, merely laughing and sharing in each other's presence.

Velvet knew that Jaune didn't resent her shyness, but she still found herself wishing that she could open up just a bit more—especially in the bedroom. Just thinking of the sweet lays the two of them had shared made her blush. And now, to celebrate his birthday, Velvet believed she had finally come up with a solution—one that would hopefully not only allow her to overcome her shyness, but give Jaune the best birthday week of his life on top of it.

Humming to herself, the gravid Faunus returned to her sewing machine. She had a particular favorite hobby: cosplay. She just loved dressing up as various characters and people, allowing herself to sink into the role of those individuals. For a day, she could be more than just a trainee Huntress: she could be anyone.

Making the costumes, of course, was at least as much fun as wearing them. Velvet loved the attention to detail. She loved hunting down the right fabric, selecting for texture as well as color. She loved snipping, cutting, sewing, trimming. Each piece was a labor of love and, in many ways, sculpting the costumes prepared her mentally for inhabiting them, because she had to get in the right mindset to know what she wanted to look for.

But now, she was almost ready. Stepping back, resting a hand on her big pregnant belly, Velvet surveyed her work. She'd carefully sculpted each costume to look like the original while flattering her current… condition.

She smiled to herself, almost giddy. She knew that Jaune admired other girls at Beacon. She didn't begrudge him for it—she knew he would never cheat on her. But she'd decided to help him live out his fantasies.

Next week, she and Jaune were going to have the best sex of their lives—all while the very pregnant Velvet dressed and roleplayed as other women in Beacon.

One of her babies kicked and Velvet gasped, glancing down at her tummy. A sweet smile spread across her face. “That's right," she cooed, “you should be excited. It's going to be the best ever."

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Jaune Arc was nervously excited. His girlfriend Velvet had coyly encouraged him to get ready for “something fun" as a pre-emptive birthday present, and had sent teasing images to him over his scroll in preparation: a swatch of cloth, a mannequin's head covered in wigs, and her hand gently resting on the bare skin of her own pregnant belly.

Now it was finally time to see what exactly she had in mind. She'd sent him one last teasing message: telling him he was going to have a “golden" evening and that she hoped she didn't have to “strongarm" him into showing up. He paced nervously in his room, hands behind his back. Whatever Velvet had in mind, he was sure he'd enjoy it—but the wait was killing him!

Finally, a knock on his door jolted him out of his reverie. He strolled over to it, cracked it open—and found himself gaping.

Velvet stood there—but as an entirely different person. Her hair was tucked beneath an elaborate marigold wig, the yellow locks tumbling loosely down to her mid-back. Her ears still poked through.

The clothes she wore were a tan jacket over a bright gold undershirt. A loose orange scarf wound its way around her neck. The entire thing stopped just below her breasts, the jacket straining over her pregnant womb. Barely visible beneath her exposed belly was a short, tight pair of brown shorts.

But what really completed the ensemble was the transformation in her attitude. The normally withdrawn Faunus was now confident, exuberant, and more than a little flirty. A selfsure smirk alighted on her face, and she was posed with her hips to the side, one hand—clad in an imitation gauntlet—resting jauntily on it. (The other cradled her pregnant belly.)

“V-Velvet?" Jaune stammered. “You look like…"

“Yang Xiao Long," Velvet completed for him. “At your service." She sauntered in and shut the door behind her, and Jaune gulped. Velvet even had Yang's cadence and vocal patterns down!

“Wh-what…" he began.

Velvet put a hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him to a sitting position on his bed. “I know how much you like the other girls here at Beacon," she said, and he blushed. “I don't mind. So I figured that once a night, leading up to your birthday… we can have a little fun roleplaying out your fantasies." She winked at him with Yang-esque confidence. “Does that sound like a good time?"

“Yes," Jaune breathed.

“That's good," Velvet crooned. Leaning back against the wall, she blushed her way into a sultry smile. “I worked so hard on this costume, studying everything I could about Yang," she said, “but it was even more difficult than usual because of—this." She swept one hand over her outstretched globe of a belly. “You stuffed me sooooooo full of kids, Jaune," she teased, “I almost can't stand it…"

Automatically, Jaune stood and cradled his lover's belly, encouraging Velvet to writhe and moan against the wall in response. “I'd do it again," he told her.

Her cheeks grew even more flushed. “Good," she giggled. “I'm a rabbit, you know. We're built for breeding, and get so many delightful changes… like these." Her hands reached up to cup her tits through her shirt and jacket.

“I'm not a small girl," Velvet continued, “but I could never compete with the legendary bosom of someone like Yang Xiao Long… until I had some kids, that is. My breasts are nice and swollen with milk now, and they're finally big enough for me to play the part of Team RWBY's gold-haired Huntress." Standing up straight, she glanced coyly at her lover. “Wanna see 'em?"

“Always," Jaune said eagerly.

“Then be a good boy and sit down—and shuck those pants while you're at it." She rubbed a hand up and down her side and turned, showing off her belly. “I want a good look at how hard you are, Jaune."

Jaune complied with swiftness. Amidst it all, he was aware that Velvet was acting far more confident than usual. Typically she was very shy in the bedroom. He liked this new change—a lot.

After Jaune had cast off all his clothes, he sat back, his cock erect and waiting. Taking it in a loose hand, he began rolling it up and down, grunting at the sensations. Velvet responded by peeling off her top.

First came the jacket, slowly unbuttoned and cast aside—then the shirt, leaving a tight bra. Never taking her eyes from him, Velvet unclasped it and took it down, revealing her breasts. Her already-impressive rack had ripened with the addition of milk, and the mommy-to-be's boobs were now plush and massive.

“They're as big as Yang's, aren't they," Velvet crooned, her voice barely more than a whisper. Jaune nodded in response, having picked up the pace of his self-stimulation.

“When it came to Yang's tits, was there ever anything you imagined doing?" Velvet asked with faux innocence.

“Yeah," Jaune replied. “I always wanted a titjob."

Velvet giggled, the sound seeming less like her own than a sublime imitation of Ruby's older sister. Flipping her golden tresses over her shoulder, she knelt in front of him, her legs spreading wide to make room for her belly, and positioned her chest near his cock. “Then go ahead."

He didn't need telling twice. Hitching his hips forward, Jaune slid his cock between Velvet's breasts. They were sublime—lush and warm and oh-so-tender in their milky plumpness. The rabbit Faunus purred when he slipped in and he began gyrating his cock back and forth as they engaged in a proper titjob.

Closing his eyes, Jaune luxuriated in the sensation. The soft pressure of Velvet's tits against his rod was wonder incarnate, and every push and pull sent pleasure gliding along his cock and up into his core, making him shudder with enjoyment.

“More," urged Velvet, and he picked up the pace, grunting with every push. They continued for minutes like this, his pleasure slowly cresting, until, after one particularly long and exuberant moan from Velvet—

Jaune gasped as he came, his seed spurting all over Velvet to coat her fact and the upper skin of her tits. He sunk back, panting, as his orgasm faded into a dull bliss. Velvet licked at a droplet of cum near the corner of her mouth and grinned. “Tasty," she said, before cleaning herself off.

When it was finished Velvet slowly rose and threw her top back on, resuming her look of Velvet-as-Yang. “And that's just night one," she teased him. “You have no idea what I have in store for the next three."

Jaune's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't wait.