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Story warnings: Vaginal sex, pregnancy and conception (it's in the freaking title), anal sex, talk of rape, oral sex, gods, eldritch abominations, fetishes, talk of suicide, character death, violence, talk of incest, this story runs the full gamut of a lot of ugly situations. Potential dystopia? It's not pretending to be a utopia though, but it definitely feels dystopic in a lot of places...any other warnings will be put in their chapters. Please read the warnings, as not all warnings are covered here. The full story isn't written, after all. However, some hard lines: there will be no pedophilia, bestiality, or necrophilia.
Chapter 1 - Jaune
Jaune Arc stared down at the ocean far below, attempting to keep his mind far away from where he was. He'd been told that flying on an airplane was normal, and that getting airsick was, even nowadays, completely normal.
On the other hand, that didn't mean that he was particularly interested in being normal in that way. He didn't want to be normal, getting airsick. He didn't want to be airsick. At all.
There were two others on the same plane with him. A buxom blonde bombshell with legs for days and hair that showed that she cared for it, with a small emblem of a burning heart on her thigh. Next to her was a smaller girl, or woman rather, Jaune didn't know her age, with black hair that showed red depending on the light. She had a red cloak on, with mostly a black skirt and blouse.
He wanted to say something. But at the same time, they were both too preoccupied. He didn't blame them. He hoped that, as attractive as they were, that they wouldn't meet him at the school.
The glowing brands on their hands, on the other hand, said they probably would. "Yang..." the younger girl said. "I don't want to be here," the girl finished.
"I know Rubes. I don't want to be here either. But for the good of Remnant, we are, so we will be. Same with you, ah...kid?" the taller girl said.
Jaune looked away from them just long enough before he started to feel the urge in his stomach. "Shit," he muttered, heading towards the cockpit. There would be no one in here, it was entirely automated, but that didn't mean there wasn't a trash bag.
"Shit, dude, are you sick!?" the taller woman said. "Crap, Ruby, stay away, he's sick and he's dying!"
"He's not dying Yang he's fucking airsick!"
Yes he was fucking airsick why wouldn't these two just shut up and...no trash bin. Well, at least he was in the cockpit. They'd have to clean it up once they landed, because ooh boy there went his lunch. The last lunch he'd have cooked by his parents until he was either dead, four or five years from now, or the Grimm threat had ended.
Sucks to have it wasted like that.
"Dude, that's fucking gross!"
"Close the door close the door close the door!" Ruby shouted as she attempted to close the door on him. Jaune, still feeling a bit green, let her do so. In turn, he realized he was trapped in the cockpit, and instantly he opened the door and wandered back through. "Close the door, it reeks!"
"I think...I'm just gonna stay over here," Jaune murmured as he went to the far side from the two girls.
"Please do, Vomit Boy," Yang called him. "Fucking brands and their Disciples. Hope we're in the Elite and he's in the Standard," she said, shuddering a bit.
Elite? Standard? They were all Disciples now, equal in the terms of the Beacon Academy. Wasn't that the case?
"Still can't believe you thought him dying Yang. It's motion sickness, not dying."
"Hush Ruby," Yang muttered. "He can hear us. With his man ears." Ruby shot her…companion? An annoyed look, her eyes half narrowed.
Jaune sent her a wayward glance. "You know I can hear you, right?"
"Oh, so you do talk."
"I was talking just a moment ago!"
"Yeah, but not to us," Yang grinned. Ruby groaned as she slapped her hand onto her face. "I'm Yang! Yang Xiao Long, second generation Disciple!"
"Ruby Rose, also second generation Disciple. Half-sister to this sack of flesh here," Ruby muttered, pointing straight to Yang. "You?" she asked.
"Jaune Arc, first generation," he introduced himself. The officers had, when he'd showed them his brand, told him what to say when introducing himself.
"Ooh, a newbie. How much do you know then?" Yang asked, leaning forward. Jaune did notice that her doing so showed off her rather impressive bust.
"Yang, stop showing off," Ruby commented. Yang pulled herself back up, sending a smirk towards her. "Don't you dare," the red haired girl said instantly, her eyes narrowing.
"Aww, Ruby has a crush! Maybe he'll be your first!" Yang said. Instantly Ruby's face lit up a bright red, and Jaune's with her. He knew what she was talking about. Disciples were...an odd folk. He knew the bare basics, almost everyone on Remnant did.
Upon turning eighteen, there was a ten percent chance of being branded with the God of Light's mark. If second generation, that increased the probability from ten to nearly fifty percent. Third generation was near guaranteed, but then fourth was zero chance. The God of Light's mark meant that they were 'favored' by the God of Light.
And in turn, were the only force capable of generating the aura and mana that could defeat the Grimm. But there were catches to that. For one, the mark only worked on those ages eighteen to twenty four. No one was really certain why, although there'd been plenty of thoughts.
For another, humans and faunus alone weren't capable of battling the Grimm. They could, however, create a child bathed in the God of Light's glow that could.
And thus the Church of Light had been founded, Beacon as its name. Jaune wasn't sure how much of that was metaphor, and how much of that was fact, but that was taught to every school child on Remnant, regardless of which kingdom they were in.
As second generation Disciples, Yang and Ruby probably knew a lot more about how it actually worked than Jaune would until they landed. "How long does this take to get there?" he asked.
"I dunno," Ruby muttered, her face still bright red. "I'd think not much longer."
"No, Mom said that it was around two hours or so, and it's been an hour and a half. Kind of impressive to keep it locked in for that long!" Yang said, turning to him again.
"Your Mom?" Jaune asked, hoping the conversation would take the thought away from his roiling stomach.
"Yeah, Raven Branwen. Course, she had me, then my Dad got her mom pregnant too, at pretty much the same time, so there's that. All one big 'happy family," Yang shrugged and grinned.
"It made the house loud a lot," Ruby agreed. "Sometimes it'd be Raven and Yang yelling at each other, other times it'd be Raven and my Mom, and then other times it'd be my Mom and me. And each time, my Dad made sure he was nowhere around." Honestly, in Jaune's opinion, that just sounded like a good idea.
"It got really bad when my Mom turned out to be pregnant again by a different guy than Dad," Yang rolled her eyes. "And Vernal's even worse, because she listens to my Mom constantly."
"Uh..." Jaune said, pointing to Ruby.
Ruby rolled her eyes. They were a neat silver, actually, almost like melted silver. "She and I have the same Dad, Vernal and her have the same Mom. We'll probably see Vernal in a year or two. Oh boy, can't wait to lay waste to her," Ruby muttered darkly.
There was some light shaking on the plane, and Jaune suddenly felt his stomach do a few leaps and backflips. "Oh, we're heading down. Must be almost there," Yang said, getting up and looking down. Jaune avoided that, instead just sitting there and looking as far on the horizon as he could.
The roiling kept going before the plane finally landed, and Ruby took a moment to sigh, pushing her skirt down a bit. Jaune tried not to look at her well shaped legs as she got up. "Well. We're here," she said after a moment. "Hey, Jaune, thanks for making the ride a little less stressful," Ruby grinned, her silver eyes bright, as the back of the plane started to open up. "I really didn't want to think about this place."
There was something extremely ominous in that statement that made Jaune wonder just what it was that they knew.
Now that he was on solid ground, or rather the plane was on solid ground, he took a few moments to gulp deep the fresh air. It helped a lot, and he gave a quiet wave to Ruby and Yang. They had fantastic butts, but he wasn't going to voice that thought. Instead he pushed himself up, and ignoring the cockpit and its current condition, walked out into the sunlight.
The landing pads were concrete, actual pads rather than landing strips like he was thinking it was. There were four of them here, combined with a long dirt road that looked like it headed towards a tall silver building. That must be Beacon Academy. Behind it stood other tall towers, which were probably the dorms. Considering this place hosted all the Disciples in the world…it probably had to be big.
At the end of the landing pad, there was a tall blonde woman, looking no-nonsense, with glasses and a pure white blouse. She had a clipboard in her hand, her eyes glowering over it. Theirs was the only landing pad taken up, but Jaune could see other planes in the distance, slowly closing in on the lone island at sea.
He followed Ruby and Yang, at a distance, before they stopped in front of the woman. "Ruby Rose and Yang Xiao Long. Brands?" she asked, her voice sharp and terse. Instantly both of them raised their right hands. "Good. You will be tested soon," she said, before turning to him. "Jaune Arc. Brand?" she asked, in the same tone. He too, lifted his right hand, showing the small glowing brand of the God of Light. "Good. Head towards the end of the docking pads. Professor Port will see you to the Labs," she said.
Jaune nodded, his mind still reeling. They had no belongings. They weren't allowed to bring any except the clothes on their back. Maybe a small bag, like what Ruby had on her, but nothing much bigger than that. His family certainly couldn't send anything.
Disciples had no reason to have anything on them. The Church of Light would provide all, in time.
There had always been talk on the school playground of the monsters of Grimm, and who would become a Disciple. It was a favorite game of schoolchildren, to play Disciple vs. Grimm. But seeing the look on the woman's face, he had a feeling the reality was very, very different than the games he'd used to play in.
"So...want to walk together?" Ruby asked. "I mean, we're all heading the same way."
"You can't have him early, Ruby. No staking your claim this soon."
Jaune rolled his eyes as Ruby's face lit up bright. "She's just teasing you Ruby. You should know by now," Jaune answered. "My sisters would do the same to me, if they were here." He recognized the tactic easily by now.
"You have sisters?" Yang asked. "Any of them also Disciples?"
"No," Jaune shook his head. "My older sisters never had the brand appear and my other sisters are too young for it to have shown up."
"Ah, yeah that's usually how that works," Yang nodded. The tall silver-esque structure was in front of them now, and Jaune corrected himself. It wasn't just the lobby to the Beacon Academy. It was the head church for the entirety of the Church of Light.
Tall stained glass windows, stone pillars that raised everything far above their heads. A small wooden door that looked heavier than everything else Jaune had ever noticed.
In the doorway was another man, about as tall as the woman was, with shut eyes and a large mustache. A rather portly fellow, yet Jaune could feel the power radiating from him. "Ah, jolly good! Three of you, exactly as Ms. Goodwitch said. Excellent, excellent! Please, come with me!" he said, instantly turning a one eighty and racing off.
Ruby and Yang shared a glance, as Jaune shrugged. The two of them grabbed his arms and ran in with him, and he couldn't help but notice both how soft their hands were, how strong they were, and the fact that they were holding him in front of them.
"Come on girls that's just unfair-" Jaune started to say before they kept pushing him towards where the portly man had walked off to. They had a faint idea, they must have, otherwise they wouldn't be pushing him towards it.
And as strong as he was, he'd been lifting weights for a while actually hoping to be better as a Disciple, he was no match for both girls working together. They were strong. Yang especially, but Ruby was no weakling.
The labs portion of the Church was...almost stereotypical. It had four people all in front of various computers, each of them with three monitors in front of them. There was a small sign on the side, saying 'do not drink and do lab work! Bart, this means you!'. In the corner was a tall tube, and next to it another set of monitors and computers.
The portly man was in the middle of the room. "Ah, there we are, the test subjects! And we already have a volunteer! Wonderful, wonderful! I always like volunteers, it makes things so much more nice!" he said, grabbing Jaune's arm. "Now just relax, this won't hurt! Mostly."
"Wait, hold on, can't I ask some questions-"
"No." Well, at least that was sufficient…
And Jaune found himself pulled and pushed into the tube in the far side of the room in record speed. The glass shut down on him, and he took a moment to breathe. What was going on!?
There was only silence for a moment. "Hello? Am I trapped in here...? Can someone let me out?" Jaune asked.
There was a brief moment as voices came from outside, and finally a small sound of a microphone unmuting. "Oh, sorry about that my boy! I completely forgot I had this thing muted, the last boy that came in here was a bit of a talker, if you get my meaning!" the portly man's voice said.
"That's alright, what's going on?" Jaune asked.
"Ah, I forgot that part. I already told most of it to the other two up here. So, what we are doing is that we are testing you, to see how much aura you have, as well as your general statistical outline. Being a Disciple means working hard, and fighting the inevitable fight against the Grimm threat! But beyond that, it also means knowing when to be nice, when to be mean, blah blah, you know that drill."
"How much...aura I have?"
"Indeed! For when you mate with your classmates, to have Aurabonded!"
Aura-whatnow?
Jaune didn't even realize he'd said that out loud. "Aurabonded! The name for the children that the girls will have. Has...no one really explained this?"
"No."
"You're doing worse off in that regard than these two up here, that's for certain," the man said. "Alright, aura is...at nearly a thousand. Holy crap. That's the highest I've seen. Ever. In the history of ever! Someone get Bart over here!"
Was that...good? Was he going to die by aura overdose? What was aura? What was Aurabonded!? Why was no one explaining anything!?
"Holy bejeeminus crikey sons of jumping jehosephat shit pound bound by St. Jimmy!" another voice cut in. He could vaguely hear Ruby laughing in the back, and to be honest Jaune was hard pressed not to either. The worry, mostly, was getting to him. "Absolutely astonishing! And you said your name was Jaune Arc!? Yes, yes, we will have to test the both of you, I cannot wait to see the Aurabonded that you'll make!"
Jaune couldn't see out of the glass tube, but he was able to take a deep breath of fresh air as the tube lit up. Next to the portly man was a taller man, much slimmer, with what looked like a coffee thermos in his hand, and deep forest green hair.
"Uh..." Jaune said, before the portly man pulled him out.
"And here he is! Aura of over a thousand points, that's incredible! But the most astonishing bit is your generation rate! Quick, Xiao Long, you go on in," the portly man said. Yang shot him a glare as she went in. "I suppose I did forget to introduce myself in the excitement," he said, as Yang disappeared behind the glass, "I am Peter Port. This is my associate Bartholomew Oobleck, the one in charge of the Aurabonded part of our church."
"What is that?" Jaune finally managed to ask. "No one said."
Port looked over to Ruby, who was blushing bright. "Fine," she said, looking away. "It's when we fuck and we have your kids," she explained, her eyes shut a bit.
Wait.
What.
Jaune felt his brain start to shut down.
"Not entirely accurate, but not horribly inaccurate either!" Oobleck started to say. "And Xiao Long's readings are coming in, with an aura score of nearly seven hundred! Yes, I can definitely see the resemblance between Raven and Taiyang here, if I remember right they both scored quite well! Generation output is above average, at fifty per second!"
"Uh..." Jaune started to say. Ruby shook her head. "Don't ask questions yet, got it." He really wished he could, because all of this was highly confusing, and what the hell did they all mean by fucking and having kids what the fuck!?
What...what was that bit about Aurabonded though? He...he wasn't going to have to fuck Yang and Ruby, was he? He was definitely not against it, they were hot as hell, but...he'd just barely turned eighteen! What the shit is this!
He hadn't even had a girlfriend yet! His first kiss was on the playground for the gods sake!
Yang walked out of the tube, cracking her shoulders as she did. "We good here then?" Yang asked, before Ruby took a sigh and walked in. "Ruby, you don't need to-"
"She does though! Your classes are generated based on the scores from the testing," Oobleck announced. He looked down at his pad. "And I am safe to say that the Elite Class B want you Yang! As for Jaune, it's a tie right now between Class A or Class B, but suffice to say we're waiting on the Aurabonded announcement before deciding!"
"And the numbers are coming in!" Port announced as the monitors lit up. Yang walked up next to Jaune. She was tense, he could tell, and while he was horribly confused, he had the feeling that it had to be worse for Yang. "Aura of...eight fifty! Generation output is...seventy! Class A Elite for certain!"
"Shit," Yang muttered. "She was supposed to be in my class," she said under her breath. "Now she'll be in the class with the sharks."
Sharks? They didn't have actual sharks here, did they? The glass tube slowly lifted up, and Ruby bounded out to stand next to Jaune.
"Perfect! Yes, Class A for Ruby, B for Yang, and for Jaune...well, we don't know yet. Depends on how the Aurabonded ritual works," Port said. "Please, follow me!"
"Can I ask some questions at least?" Jaune asked finally. He was ignored, except by Ruby or Yang. Those two simply grabbed at his arms, Yang in a 'lets get this over with' way and Ruby in a 'Fuck my life' way.
"You may ask, but you will not get answers!" Port answered. Jaune had a distinctive feeling that was going to be normal. Oobleck promptly went back to his workstation, typing something quick before Jaune blinked and he was gone, having passed them in the blink of an eye.
They led Jaune down the hall, where there was a strange small structure in the center. There was holiness to the place, with tall glass windows, stained in the style of the Church. In the center, it was a small triangular thing. "Uh...what's that?" There were more than a few of them scattered around, although Oobleck had led them to the biggest one.
"That? That is the Mating Chamber!" Port announced. "Now then, we have both excellent specimens here, who would you like to bond with?"
"I think I'd prefer to know what bonding is first!" Jaune called out. Port's mustache lifted, as if he was smiling, but he said nothing.
"I'll go," Yang narrowed her eyes. "Ruby, don't...don't watch. Okay?"
"Yang, I'm fine. I can do it too-"
"No. If there is any hesitation, any at all, the Aurabonding ceremony will not work," Port said instantly. "So then, Jaune Arc and Yang Xiao Long. You may head into the chamber." Ruby's eyes narrowed, and Jaune could tell that maybe Port wasn't telling the full truth.
Jaune blinked as Yang cracked her head a bit both ways. She looked as if she was heading to her doom, rather than a ceremony that Port and Oobleck...who had suddenly turned up, were telling them that it was. He felt a not-so-gentle push on his back, and he gave a quick glare as he started walking forwards.
Jaune followed after a second, his head confused still. The door opened, swung open by thirds, and Yang walked in, ducking her head a bit. Jaune followed her in, and instantly the door shut behind them.
The inside of the chamber was a single bed, full of various cushions, but no sheets. Yang was taking deep breaths. "You uh...ever had sex before?" she asked.
"No."
"Well, you're about to."
"What does that mean? What does any of this mean!?"
Yang smiled for a moment, before she pulled off her jacket. "Right. You don't know anything. The fact you're offended by it tells me that you might not be such a bad guy. Just...under shit circumstances. We all are."
"What is going on?"
Yang said nothing, before she dragged her pants down to the ground, leaving her in her shirt and underwear. "Basically...they're going to flood this place with aphrodisiacs. We're going to fuck. Hard. Fast. And then...we'll see if we created an Aurabonded kid. We send them, and the Disciples that created them, down into the Circles where the Grimm are. They fight Grimm."
"Wha...what?"
"Miss Xiao Long is mostly correct," Oobleck's voice recorded. "However, she is incorrect that we do not flood you with aphrodisiacs. We only do that if the holy chamber is needed within an hour. Most of the time, we let it be. The ritual cannot work without willingness, after all."
"Yeah, I'm plenty fucking willing," Yang muttered, dragging the shirt off of her chest. She stood around in her underwear, just her bra and her panties, and it was difficult for Jaune to look away. As pissed off as she looked, he had to admit the blonde was stunning. Long legs that curved with muscle abound, tightly rounded up in a thin stomach with more than a hint of her ab muscles. Her chest was, forgive the thought, massive in comparison to what he'd figured muscular girls had, and even her arms were corded with muscle and hidden power underneath. She was tall and powerful and beautiful, and she fucking knew it.
Which wasn't that much of a surprise then as he felt his cock get rock hard faster than it's ever done before. Yang looked down at the tent in his pants, smirking gently. "Well I see one part of you is willing. I suppose I should take that as a compliment."
"I'm...I'm not sure on this-" Jaune said, before Yang rolled her eyes, took two steps over the clothes that she'd discarded, grabbed his shoulders gently, and mashed her lips onto his.
There was a sense of burning desire in there, and her lips were so soft. It was almost shocking, how caring they felt. "It's alright. It's natural. We're Disciples. You're going to be doing this with a lot of other girls," Yang muttered. Jaune tried to take a step back, only to find that Yang had grabbed his shirt and was pulling it up.
Once it was over his head, she tossed it away from him, letting it land off of his arm at his feet. She took a moment to glance at what he thought were his tiny muscles, especially compared to her. She'd probably been weight lifting most of her life, and here he was-
"Not too shabby," Yang countered, her eyes pink for the moment. Pink? He blinked, finding that yes, her eyes had turned pink. That was a thing?
By the time he'd figured that part out, she was undoing his belt and pants. "Now then, let's see what your...oh wow," Yang muttered as she pulled his pants free. His underwear was sticking out like a one man flag pole, and Jaune keenly felt the blood in his face.
He didn't feel that he'd ever been that big. "Holy shit you're huge," Yang said, her eyes staring straight down. She flicked a finger down his chest, stopping at his dick, before she flicked it down further. It bounced a bit. "That's a holy shit..."
"I'm not that big," Jaune countered. No more than maybe six...six and a half? He hadn't measured.
"Biggest thing I've ever had in me," Yang retorted instantly, staring straight at it still, not looking up at him. "Or, will, rather. Uh...there's lubricant in here, right?" she asked after a second. "I'm gonna need it. A lot of it."
She hadn't taken her eyes off of his cock yet. Slowly, a bit too slowly, he took off his underwear, leaving him the first to be naked in the room, except for his socks and shoes. Those had been the first thing she'd taken off.
"Holy fuck," Yang said, staring straight at it. "That's massive..." she murmured.
He doubted that, but he'd take the compliments. Yang glanced up at him, her eyes still pink, before she went down to her knees. Her hands worked behind her back, unbuckling her bra, but he barely noticed that as his cock suddenly found itself in her mouth.
His sisters had said that in Beacon, he'd find heaven. He'd found a heaven, alright. And heaven was a place called 'Yang's mouth'.