A New Kitten Chapter 40

Chapter 40

The walk to the foreign building was easy for Blake and the Kitten. Blake felt so strong, so confident. It was what Weiss needed to muster the courage to forge on ahead. It was scary, especially considering that she was to be going to meet the White Fang member that had as recently as the night before been asking to hurt her- Weiss suspected for some reason hurt wasn’t quite what the renegade member wanted and that Blake had cleaned it up for her. But, she had no real proof, maybe Blake hadn’t sugar coated it at all, maybe this Velvet only wanted to hit her or take out some rage.

Well, murderous members of a rebel organization or no, Weiss wanted to be there for her Owner, for her partner? Girlfriend? If they were to be dating… did that mean they were also more than just Owner and Kitten? If she were honest, she’d been warming up to being Kitten to Blake’s Owner, but being her partner too seemed rather nice; all the better if she could manage to do both simultaneously.

Weiss was still thoroughly wrapped up in her thoughts of what it might be like to be both Blake’s Kitten and her girlfriend at the same time when they arrived at what looked like an old run down theater. Blake leaned down to deliver a sweet and kindly short kiss; a little reassurance that everything would be alright before they headed in. It made Weiss melt and hold to the faunus all the tighter.

It was dark as they slipped inside the old theater but Weiss felt like plenty of light slipped in somehow.

“Watch out Kitten, it’s pitch black in here, and I know you can’t s-”

“No it’s not.” Weiss’s brow furrowed.

“What, no… it’s completely dark in here. I know I can see, but it’s even dark for me, the only reason I can see anything is because I’m a faunus.”

“If it’s pitch black in here then, I’m a faunus too.” Weiss looked around, trying to taken in the fractured rafters and splintering supports. “Are we sure this building is… safe? Everything looks… about to fall apart.”

“Fuck, you really can see it.” Blake’s jaw dropped.

“Course I can, it’s dark, but not pitch- hey, why the look?”

“Shattered moon in the sky, I think I turned you into a faunus.”

“No, that’s, I-” Weiss couldn't believe- but this was far from the first thing she had trouble believing since she arrived in Menagerie.

“I- we need to keep going, but when we get home, are you alright with me drawing some blood when we get home?”

Weiss nodded. “That’s alright.”

“Ok. I-” Blake lingered with her mouth open but nothing coming out.

“It’s alright. I- night vision is… well, it’s just a cool bonus if that’s really what this is.”

“Ok Kitten.”

The dramatic difference of lighting in the dim theater when Weiss and Blake emerged from offstage to the area seemed to confirm to Weiss that her eyesight had changed. In the brighter room, she couldn’t so much as see more, but ascertain color better. Brothers, it was odd to think that she could see in the dark now. Overwhelmed and looking all over the theater that had clearly once been a fantastical and majestic auditorium, Weiss was too distracted to notice when Blake stopped. She successfully walked right into Blake and nearly knocked them both over. It was only by Blake’s balance that somehow, neither of them found themselves tumbling to the ground.

“Hey guys, this is Weiss.” Blake greeted with an awkward sigh.

“I know what she is.” Sun gruffed.

“Privileged heiress.” Ilia sniped.

“Did she really help?” Velvet stepped up from hiding in Coco’s arms.

“Yeah, she did; even after she knew what you wanted to do to her last night.” Blake answered for Weiss, a protective arm draping over the new faunus.

“I- thank you Weiss. It means a lot.” Velvet offered.

“I! Uugh, yeah! Marrow and I are very appreciative too.” Jaune added in.

“Happy to help.” Weiss forced a frail smile and a strong expression, but that seemed to be melting mighty quickly under the magnified focus of almost all the White Fang.

“Anyone care to tell me why Ms, Short, Slutty, and… sexy sweet Kitten?” Ilia read off of Weiss’s exposed midriff. “Is here and not in her cage?”

“Hey!” Blake yelled.

“Sexy sweet Kitt-” Weiss tried to recall where she had heard the words that day- it was written right over her belly! Damnit! She should have changed back into her sweats before coming out! How could she have been so stupid! Brothers! She could see more than just that- several somehow even more embarrassing things written over her and exposed. She tried to cover it, but it was a losing battle to cover herself.

“What’d that other one say? Blake’s good sl-”

“Enough Ilia!” Blake snapped.

“Oh what? Just because she rolled over, showed you her pussy, and helped out with one thing, she’s what, your girlfriend now”

“So what if she is!” Blake snapped.

“You’re in too deep!” Ilia barked. “She’s in your head!”

Weiss couldn’t help but let loose a large hefty laugh. “She’s not the one who got hypnotized.”

“Calm down!” Sun yelled at everyone.

“Fine.” Ilia rolled her eyes and sat back down in an angry huff.

“Moving on!” Sun shot eyes around the room. “How is Neon?”

Coco shook her head. “I don’t think she’s ever been so bad. Jacques flayed her tail, but Flynt was the one who did the real damage. I don’t know if she will ever heal from what he did to her.”

“I will be checking in on her tonight.” Blake offered.

“Good.” Jaune agreed.

“She could really use the help.” Marrow added.

“Anything else anyone feels the need to address before we proceed to updated plans?” Blake allowed everyone a moment, but when nothing came in response, she moved ahead. “ Weiss was the one who saved us today; who saved our friends. She didn’t do it because I forced her, not because I demanded it, I didn’t even ask. She did it because she wanted to help; for that, I will be ever grateful.”

Weiss flashed a timid look to the rest of the group, wanting to protrude confidence, but utterly poor at it.

“She know SDC secretes. Ones clearly good enough to scare Jacques. Financial and legal secretes. He forfeited four White Fang troops over the course of half an hour just to keep one secret under wraps; hell, he threw in the airship for good measure.” Blake explained and turned to Weiss. “Ki- Weiss, you care to tell them what you are willing to do to help and how you will do it?”

“I- uugh… well…” Weiss sighed. “You know, it’s pretty much just what Blake said. I know Schnee secrets, and I can help. I- it worked better than anything else so far.”

“Oh, what, so this is your ticket out of having to do your videos?” Ilia snarked. “Or are you just too busy eating faunus pussy to actually do your-”

“What’s it matter if she’s helping do something better?” Blake raised her voice.

“No.” Weiss answered simply.

“No what?”

“No, I- I have to keep making those too.” Weiss admitted what she knew to be true but loathed.

“What?” Blake and Ilia questioned in unison.

“Think about it; What are the reasons to stop making those videos if I am not complying?” Weiss openly asked.

“Uugh… effort?”

“And you’re saying that if whenever I’m not being hypnotized I was spouting ignorant racist shit you wouldn’t just enjoy embarrassing me and continue with it anyways?”

Blake stalled with a groan.

“Exactly. We want this to work, right? Then we can change nothing. Nothing at all.”

The remainder of the meeting went down as usual, easy and quiet. Ilia seemed to shut up after Weiss’s commitment to simply double down with work for the White Fang. Everyone else seemed to be pretty tolerable of her, if not, then actually some level of appreciative.

When they finished up with the meeting, Blake instructed for Weiss to head home while she focused on helping Marrow and then Neon. Blake swore she’d return home as soon as she could and made a point of thinking Weiss for hanging around so long. She felt special and appreciated for the help she brought.

While Weiss waited, back at the home, she allowed herself to relax; to find Blake’s bed once more and lay herself down in it. Blake’s scent was strong. Strong and heavenly. It was almost enough to convince her to test her hand down her skirt. Smelling Blake just made her feel so… like she needed to be had; to feel her greedy little hole pounded and stretched. Brothers, that thought sounded so good; so perfect! Horny, but not yet convinced to delve a hand down during her cycle, Weiss allowed her hands to find her chest. Her breasts were sore; they often felt that way around this time of the month, but the soreness was… nice in a way. Almost just like extra sensitivity; a greater sense of desperation for just a little loving. The Kitten whined and purred as she played with herself. It had grown so good, the way her whole body grew more and more sensitive. She hated it at first; she’d hated how easily she could be riled up and destroyed.

Weiss could remember how hard she fought, how desperate she was to deny her own arousal. It’d been mortifying then, but the thought was so arousing now. If only Blake could be there to taunt her with just a little more of that sensitivity cream; to spread just a dash of it over her and easily escort her to ecstasy. How much better could it be if she were only pretending to hate it; if she could enjoy giving herself over. How beautiful would it be to only play fighting back while Blake whispered all those wondrous and dirty things in her ear; that she wanted it, craved it, needed it, to be a good little broken Kitten for her owner.

It was such a sinful thought; the idea that now she actually had some semblance of freedom she already desired to return it. Sinful and hot. Weiss could feel her walls clamping greedily. What would Owner say about the Kitten’s craven little puss? Would Blake taunt her? Tell her just how dirty and needy she was? How it was sad that she broke so easily? That she must have wanted it all along? To be a disgusting faunus fuck slut, willing to do anything for her Owner; willing to do anything to be loved. It was truer than Weiss would want to admit, but she would, she would actually do anything to actually be loved. For the first time, it felt like someone had finally given her that in an unadulterated form.

The aching Kitten pinched her nipples and cried out, her body releasing and her mind shattering slowly with each wave of pleasure. What she wouldn't give to hold Blake and be held, just to gently rest with her owner. She would nuzzle into Blake and thank her profusely for the beautiful climax. Though- this one wasn’t actually thanks to Blake, at least not in a direct way. She would find something to thank Blake for never the less.

With her relief found- maybe not to the extent which she would have liked- Blake had done a good bit to train her to be extra greed with orgasms, one almost never enough. But one would be enough, and with that relief, it was all the easier to drift off. Blake’s scent too did a good measure to pull her off and away to sleep, it was just so calming and only seemed to grow stronger and stronger as of late.

End of Chapter 40