Chapter 57

"Alright, here we are. That'll be twenty-five Lien" the rickshaw driver said.

"Thank you" Blake said as she handed him the fare. She and Sun stepped off the carriage with their luggage; the horse faunus, with his two powerful legs, jogged away, pulling the rickshaw behind him with ease. They arrived at her home. Turning around, they faced an immaculate gate that opened to a wide acre of land; palm trees aligning the stone brick walkway that led to the large manor in the center.

"… …I still can't believe this is where you live."

"It's all thanks to my dad" Blake said as she started walking. The comment made Sun's nervousness increase, as he hesitantly followed behind. They climbed several steps to reach the entrance. The doors were massive and resplendent. Letting go of her suitcase, Blake took hold of one of the large knockers and hit it once. The noise thundered through the establishment, as they waited patiently for an answer.

Moments later, and the left door pulled back, revealing a mature woman who looked just like Blake; amber eyes, short black hair, and cat ears as well, pierced with gold earrings. Her outfit consisted of traditional Menagerian fabrics; black, white, with gold embroidery. "Blake! It's good to see you. How are you?" She greeted as she stepped out to give Blake a hug.

"Hi mom, I'm doing good. How have you been?"

"Splendid" her mother said letting go. "Hello Sun, you look well."

"Hey miss Belladonna."

"Please, just call me Kali."

"Is dad here?" Blake asked.

"Yes dear. He's in the middle of training, but I'm sure he'd be happy to take a break to see you."

This made goosebumps form on Sun's skin. Blake's father, Ghira Belladonna, was the reigning Faunus Heavyweight champion of the world, undefeated and undisputed. His record was a devastating 51-0-1, the only contender having come close, surprisingly a human named Hazel Reinart. Sun vividly remembered the day of the accident. He and Blake returned to her family's home in Windpath after a day at school. Blake wanted to get a book from the collection in Ghira's study. Since he had never seen the room before, he chose to tag along. It was beautiful; sleek wooden pillars, multiple bookshelves filled with texts of all kinds, and a bed of belladonna flowers that bordered the whole interior. He remembered idly looking around as Blake skimmed through. When she found one that looked interesting, she reached up high for it…exposing her midsection. The opportunity was so good, he gave both her sides a playful squeeze. She ended up squealing, accidentally elbowing him in the face. When he reeled, he knocked over a tall oil lamp. When it hit the floor, it shattered, making the oil spill out and ignite immediately. He had no idea fire could spread that fast. When the fire marshals finally put it out, Ghira was pissed off beyond belief. Sun remembered the sinister look he gave him, holding back all he could as he simply told him to get out of his sight.

Kali opened the door fully to let them in. They put down their luggage as she guided them through the manor. While they did, however, Sun noticed she was walking with a rather heavy limp. It looked concerning, and since Blake didn't seem to notice, he decided to ask, "Are you okay Kali?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Ghira and I…had a little fun this morning."

"Mom!" Blake said embarrassingly.

"What? You're both adults. Look, you want Sun to make things right with your father, don't you? I've done what I can to get him in the best mood possible. Now, it's up to you" Kali said. She continued limping forward, leading them towards Ghira's personal gym. As they got closer, they could start hearing faint sounds.

*Pap*…*Pap* *Pap*…*Pap-pap-pap*…*Pap*

Sun took a deep breath. Those were clearly the sounds of Ghira's punches, but some could easily be mistaken for gunshots. When they finally arrived, they stopped. "I think it would best if you go first Blake" Kali advised.

"Yeah" Blake said as she opened the door. Inside the large room were a dozen different weight machines, dumbbells of all sizes, a punching bag, a speed bag, and a boxing ring in the middle. Standing inside, was her father; seven feet tall, three hundred and twelve pounds. He wore black and indigo trunks, matching his shoes and gloves respectively. His chiseled frame was covered with a sheen of sweat, as he continued stalking the man in front of him.

He had a fluffy fox tail, wearing a body pad, and two circular pads around his hands, "Good Ghira. Jab, hook, flurry!"

*Pap* *PAP* *Pap-pap-pap-pap*

Another man with large fox ears watched on from a corner. When he saw Blake, he smirked, "Hey Ghira, check it out."

"What is it?" He asked. When the fox-eared man nodded her way, he turned his head, and his face lit up with joy, "Blake!"

"Hi dad."

Ghira used a towel to wipe himself down, before using a glove to push down the top rope, stepping over and hopping to the floor. He came over and wrapped his massive arms around her, hoisting her up in a hug, "Hahaha! How's my baby girl doing? I missed you so much."

"I missed you too" Blake said, resting her head on the patch of panther fur on his chest. Its velvety softness filled her with nostalgia. Ever since she was born, his hugs provided a warmth only rivaled by her mother. Despite his reputation, he was like a big teddy bear to her. With his bearded chin resting between her cat ears, and the way he gently swayed her back and forth, she felt like she could stay there forever.

"…Ghira? Should we call it a day?"

"Yes Corsac. I'd like to spend time with my daughter."

Corsac, and his brother Fennec, made their way out of the ring as Kali came in as well. Ghira finally put Blake down, "How was your trip?"

"It was good. I also brought someone with me to see you."

"You did? Who?" Ghira asked curiously.

Blake looked back at the door and waved Sun in. "…Hello, Mr. Belladonna."

His eyes narrowed, "… …I thought I made myself clear that I never wanted to see your face again."

"Dad. He's here to make amends for what happened."

"And how do you expect this idiot to do that?"

"Hey! I said I was sorry!"

"Your apologies are empty. Now get out of my house."

"Dad, we came here all the way from Vale. Where do you expect him to go?"

"I don't care, but he can't stay here. Honestly, I still can't believe you chose to stay with this moron. You deserve so much better him."

Sun took offense to this, "…You know what Ghira? If you don't think I'm suitable for your daughter. I'll prove to you I am."

Ghira rose an eyebrow, "And how will you do that?"

"Fight me, and you'll find out."

"… …Heh, hahahahaha! You? Fight me?"

"Yes, unless you're too chicken."

Ghira stepped closer to him, looking down with his towering height, "…Very well. Corsac, suit him up."

Blake came to Sun's side, "Sun, you don't have to-"

"I want to Blake. You think just because you're tall and imposing that I'm intimidated? Well, I'm not. I love Blake more than I fear you" he told Ghira, looking him dead in the eye.

This made Ghira smirk, as he turned around to get in the ring.

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Sun was fitted with a head guard, red boxing gloves, and a body pad around his midsection. He stood in the red corner of the ring, while Ghira was in the blue. Blake, Kali, and Fennec sat on the bench to the side, Blake with her cat ears flat with worry. Corsac, reluctantly, stood by the bell, pulling back the arm and letting it go.

*Ding*

They walked forward, squaring up their gloves. Sun's heart was beating so fast, as he looked at Ghira before him. The panther faunus had a southpaw stance, his golden eyes cold and calculating. Sun knew he made a mistake, but it was too late to back down now. Ghira's style was so awkward, constant head and lulling hand movement. Seeing an opening, Sun threw all he could behind a punch to Ghira's stomach.

…It was like hitting a wall. He followed up with another to the head. But in one swift motion, Ghira bobbed, weaved, and threw a hook to his body.

*PAP*

Right to the gut. The force behind it was unfathomable, as the shock of the impact reverberated through his body. His legs locked up, while all the wind was forced out of his lungs. He tried his best to stay on his feet, but his knees buckled, and he keeled over.

"…Heh, guess that's that" Ghira said as he walked away.

Blake rushed into the ring, "Sun! Are you okay?"

"He'll be fine, I held back" Ghira said as Corsac unwrapped his boxing gloves. When they were taken off, Ghira stretched and flexed his hands. "Mm, alright. I'll go take his things to the guest room."

Blake looked at him in surprise, "Really?"

Ghira smiled warmly, "Of course sweetheart. I may not like him, but any man with the gal to stand in the ring with me earns my respect."

Blake smiled too, leaning down, "You did it Sun."

"Uuuuuugh…" he wheezed. When he finally caught his breath, Blake helped him to his feet, taking off his body pad and head guard. Ghira stepped over the ropes, hopping down to leave the room with Corsac and Fennec.

Kali met the two when they stepped down. "That was pretty rough. Why don't you go put some ice on it?"

"Good idea, come on Sun" Blake said, she and Kali aiding him out the room together.

Later that evening, after they had eaten dinner, Ghira turned in early, on account of his training regimen. Kali resided to the manor's lantern-lit garden in the back, bringing with her a book and a glass of wine. Blake and Sun went to the guest room where he'll be sleeping, as she gently closed the door behind them. "What were you thinking? You're lucky he didn't take your head off."

"Ngh…you don't have to tell me. I know it was stupid. But I'm glad he let go of his grudge."

"He still doesn't like you, he's just willing to tolerate you now."

Sun shrugged, "That's good enough for me." When he sat down on the bed, he winced, clutching his side.

Blake's ears drooped seeing this, "…Here" she reached out to put her hands on his shoulders, easing him to lay on his back. "You deserve something nice" she sat down beside him, bending over to unzip her short-heeled boots, "I've had these on since our flight~" she pulled them off, along with her socks. Lifting her legs, she turned around and rested her feet on his chest, splaying her soles.

Sun relaxed into his pillows, staring at her flawless skin as their pungently sweet odor hit his nose. They were definitely ripe, and they had all the time in the world; but he was so sore he did not want to move. "Can you bring 'em closer?"

"Uh-huh" she scooted forward, placing a foot on each side of his face.

"Mmmm~" his nose got buried between her arches, their intoxicating smell arousing him in seconds.

Blake looked at his pants, seeing the tent bulging on his crotch. She took the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, along with his underwear. With his member released to stand freely, she wanted to make this a good one. She rubbed her palms on his lower abs, traveling down and around to his thighs. She repeated, coming back up to clamp his shaft, rubbing slowly like a Firestarter. She heard him moan again under her feet, as he turned his head to worship her right one. She assisted, slowly moving it down with every kiss and lick before he turned his head again to do the same with the other. She then pulled them away, taking her sweaty socks and putting them under his nose, "I'll be right back~" she said, standing up to leave the room.

Sun laid there, taking in the scent of the damp fabric while his mind went blank. Moments later, and Blake returned with a bottle of massage oil. She took back her socks and sat between his legs, opening the bottle and pouring some in her hand. Rubbing them together, she reached down to grip his length, stroking him slowly with both. "Uuuuuuh~"

"You like that~?" she asked, Sun replying with a simple nod. She spent several minutes stroking him different ways: giving a twist with one hand, then the other, then together. She would fondle his scrotum every so often, until finally, she grazed her thumbs on the back of his head, leaning down to give it a kiss. "How do you want your footjob~?"

"Soles up please~" he said weakly.

Grinning, she opened the bottle and poured more oil in her hand, changing the way she sat to slather her soles and toes. She wiped the remnants on his thighs, propping her feet on his stomach one last time. "Ready~?"

"Hell yeah~" he said. He always loved how they looked lubed up; the way her cocoa-buttery complexion shined in the dim light. When she wiggled her toes, it made him twitch. Giggling, she scooted back and turned onto her stomach, lowering her feet to grip his shaft with her arches. She squeezed so the balls of her soles touched, until she finally started stroking.

…Catharsis. After what he had been through today, to be brought back to this state was wholeheartedly welcomed. His eyes closed as his head tilted back. The texture of her soles provided a pleasure all their own. She went nice and slow too, her years of practice perfecting her technique. When he felt her wrinkles form, he had to look again. She scrunched her toes tightly, unwavering in rhythm. He looked at her, seeing that lustful look in her eye, her chin propped in her hand. What happened next though, he did not expect. Getting to her knees, she pulled down her black skinny jeans to reveal her buttocks, voluptuous, firm, and clothed with lavender underwear. Relaxing her toes, she leaned back and sat on him, sandwiching his shaft with her cheeks and her soles. "How's this~?"

"So hot baby~." He mustered the strength to reach out and feel her plump flesh, caressing her as she grinded against him. This was totally worth the pain.

"Are you close yet~?"

"Mmmm~ getting there~."

"Hehe, alright" she pulled her pants up, lying on her stomach to stroke with her feet again, picking up the pace. She felt his hips shiver, his member throbbing against her arches.

"Uuuuhuuugh fuck, I'm gonna cum~" he said. When he looked down, she slowed her pace ever slightly, blossoming her toes. He exploded, groaning as her feet milked rope after rope onto her soles.

Eventually, she slowed to a stop. "...You Good?"

"… …" he was out cold.

Smiling, she reached for her socks, turning over to put them back on, even with her feet glazed. Standing up, she pulled his shorts up to make him decent. With a kiss to his forehead, she left so he could rest, knowing he needed it after such a day.

To Be Continued…