Chapter 20

Cw: Body writing

The next morning when Weiss woke, she was thankful to feel that she'd not been drugged or anything of the like. She was certain Blake had done something- there must be a reason for the tingling cream and… whatever had been shot inside her through that toy; whatever that delightful warm seed had been. But, whatever it may have done at least didn't leave her feeling inebriated or hungover in any way. Exhausted, cummed out, and sore in what felt like twelve different ways? Yes. But actively put in that state by any substances? She didn't think so. Either way, she felt more than comfortable to relax into the comfort of her exhausted, satiated, soreness.

The next thing she noticed was the hint of cold at her stomach- no, lower, just above her... "Mep!" She yelped as the small point of cold trailed down, nearly to her slit, but not quite.

"Up already?" Blake's voice questioned from under the bedding where she worked.

"I- what is… what is that?" Weiss shivered.

"You don't remember?"

"Remember what?" Weiss's body tensed in fear.

Blake was quick to soothe the Kitten's newfound tension with small kisses at her tummy and calloused hands tenderly caressing at her hips. It was evil. Weiss couldn't help but feel her body slicken. The possessive hands on her hips, lips lingering just above her core… she needed Blake to just dip her head down and start licking- to devour her need and- "Kitten… are you alright?"

"I'm! I'm fine!" Weiss pressed her eyelids closed tighter- not that she'd even really managed to open them yet. As if intentionally to undercut her, Weiss's hips began to wiggle, to move and try to find Blake's soft lips.

"Are you sure Kitten?" Blake took the smallest nibble at where Weiss's hip bone just barely raised her skin.

"Ahh!"

"Because, you reak of needy slick." Blake's hand moved just to test between Weiss's thighs. "Mhmm, I was right, all wet and needy." Just the tips of her fingers danced around Weiss's folds, barely tracing them as she collected Weiss's wetness.

Weiss whined low and long. She needed more. Fuck she desperately needed that toy inside her again, shooting that heat deep inside her needy little cunt- if only it cold hit that spot Blake had smothered in the lotion- turned to just another g spot deeper inside; one desperate to be stimulated, fucked, and pushed till she broke again and again and again.

"Good girl." Blake praised in a small little purr.

"Hmm?" Weiss whimpered.

"You're finally being honest with yourself." Blake answered so sweetly as she kissed across Weiss's hip bone. "With this desperate, needy, soaked little cunt of yours. So proud of you Kitten."

Weiss whimpered. She wasn't sure that was exactly what she wanted of herself, but she certainly wanted Blake's praise, those lips working across her mons and over to her other hip.

"I'm sure you'll start fighting again soon; and when you do, you know you'll be punished. But for now, I am so proud of you."

"Haaa~" Weiss panted at Blake's tongue darting down for only a fraction of a moment. She more than wanted Blake's praise. She needed the words like water, the gentle caress of an Owner happy with her, praising and egging her on. The Kitten almost lamented her inevitable resistance. It would certainly come… she knew that. Blake did still want to do so many things to her that she was sure she couldn't do… but complying would be so good, so nice… what would it be like to just acquiesce and be the perfect Kitten? Free to cum- surely made to more than enough to keep her happy… or even more… blissed out- constantly in that beautiful haze of overzealous orgasms. It was quite the attractive prospect.

"Shh, shh, shh. No. No Kitten, don't go worrying about anything. Just stay here, happy, good, honest." Blake finished off her small kisses and the cold spot seemed to return at her mons.

The poor Kitten was hopeless to fight the comfort that washed over her at the little sushes. Worries felt like whispers in the whipping weather of white noise that relaxed her. "Yes, Miss." She purred and relaxed into the point of cold on her mons.

"Blake~" Weiss shuttered, her hips jutting up with her hope for more.

"Hey!" A hand lightly slapped Weiss's hip. "Stay still, I'm drawing here!"

"D- drawing?" Weiss's heart sunk into her stomach. All she could think of was the dread that seeing things written all over her body brought- the fear of what was just a taunt and what was an actual plan of the faunus. She didn't want to see anymore! Things were just beginning to be ok! She'd just gotten ever so slightly comfortable- begun to admit that she'd begun to like some small aspects of this… but that- if she had to think of that it…

"Hey, hey, hey." Blake chose her response carefully at the sound of more than just generalized anxiety building in Weiss's stressed whimpers. "What's wrong Kitten?" She popped her head up and pulled back the blankets so she could see the other woman. "Weiss?" She'd not called the heiress that since they arrived in Menagerie. She hadn't really meant to call her by her name, it just slipped out when she saw her poor Kitten crying through eyes scrunched tightly closed. "Weiss…" She called again, breaking down the difference between the evil heiress and her sweet little Kitten that she'd been fighting so hard to keep up.

The poor creature under her scrunched, tensed, and flinched away from her, even with no instigation. Weiss whimpered pained and pointed her face off and away still without opening her eyes. "I'm not… not…" Weiss's voice trembled with fear of being shocked or otherwise punished. "I'm not an Anal Slut! Or a Faunus Fuckslut… and… and I'm certantly not a Faunus Breeder! Who Loves Cock, and has Milk Coming Soon."

"Who said you love cock?" Blake offered a small kiss at Weiss's small tummy; the little bit of weight she'd put on since arriving at Menagerie- she looked healthier now… like she wasn't starving or pushing herself too hard. That made Blake feel infinitely better about everything she'd been doing. Her Kitten deserved a break- the sliver of leniency Weiss would certainly never have allowed herself back on Atlas.

"You! You wrote all those horrible things on me the other day! You wrote them an-"

"I never wrote that you 'loved cock'. I was under the impression you were a lesbian."

"I am!" Weiss's eyes snapped open just to throw daggers at the faunus. "Men aren't the only ones with... penises" Weiss shied away from the term, but her anger was still clear. "and women aren't the only ones with vaginas!"

"That is correct, you are right." Blake nodded and almost sounded shameful for her comment's transphobic implications- though, being shameful was thoroughly unlike the faunus, so Weiss threw out the idea with ease. "It's interesting your mind added that tho."

Weiss tensed and flushed.

"Makes me wonder what you might do with a girl's fat cock in your face? Especially now with your throat all-"

"Stopit!" Weiss yelped. "I'm not- I'm not any of those things! I-"

"Well, we can learn what you are over time and together. For now, I actually removed those things and wrote some new ones, would you like to look at them?" Blake tried to coax Weiss to open her eyes again. The heiress had only opened them for a moment to glare, they closed quickly after that.

"No!" Weiss huffed. She'd gotten far too comfortable in her desperation. The slightest hint of affection and the offer of an orgasm, and she turned to putty for the faunus to tease and abuse however she saw fit. Stupid! How stupid she'd been to fall for that kind Owner falsity.

"Then how about I read them to you?"

"I don't want to hear or see them! I want them gone! I don't want any of those horrible things written on my body! Knowing you, it's just a dry run before you tattoo them on me!" Weiss turned up her nose at the idea more in a hope to stop her sealed eyes from leaking tears on her rather than that her disapproval could sway Blake.

"I-" Blake stumbled. "Yes, I was thinking of doing one or two of these over with the tattoo gun." She sheepishly admitted.

"Of course you were, and I won't have the slightest of say in it when you do. You'll just do it, I'll be screaming and crying, and only have the energy to hope you'll hold me after." Weiss just sealed her eyes tighter- though that didn't stop the tears from falling.

"Weiss." Blake's voice broke with worry, concern for the heiress- No! The Kitten! Her Kitten! Concern for her Kitten!

"So! No! I don't want to read them! I don't want to hear them! It'd just be one more minute of knowing what will be on my body forever- whether I like it or not."

"I can't promise I'll never break out the tattoo gun, but… if you don't like any of these, I have a fancy solvent that won't be hard on your skin but will get the marker off- no side effects cept for maybe being slightly tender for a couple hours."

Weiss crossed her arms over her chest and still refused to look to Blake. Something felt off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it in the moment. "You promise you'll take them off?"

"If you don't like what I wrote." Blake answered.

"Fine… read them to me." Weiss allowed, mustering all of her entitled heiress energy.

"Where do you want me to start?" Blake questioned softly as she moved up the bed and straddle Weiss's thighs.

"Wherever." The ever sullen and spiteful Kitten huffed.

"Ok, I'll start here." Blake pulled away Weiss's arms gently. "Right here…" Blake's finger landed on Weiss's upper left breast. Weiss thought it was supposed to be something written over her tit, but she couldn't see that Blake was underlining her writing rather than crossing through it. "Property of Blake Belladonna."

"Not a fan." Weiss answered hastily.

"I didn't expect you to be; not yet." Blake kissed Weiss's chest right over the writing.

"How about… 'Beautiful'." Blake traced down Weiss's collar bone where she'd written the word.

Weiss gave a noncommittal grunt.

"Ok… then why not down here…" Blake moved and pulled Weiss's thigh to the side so she could trace some of the writing there. "Sweet… and there's a little arrow point towards your-"

"I get the idea." Weiss shrugged.

"And… 'Perfect' pointing up to your-"

"Haha, my ass is perfect." Weiss fought to steel her heart, but the truth was that the writing made her feel special; she felt… cared for.

"Be gentle." Blake traced over the curve of Weiss's right breast.

The contact left Weiss shuttering.

"Sweet and Sensitive." Written along the top of the same breast.

"Blake~" Weiss moaned softly. It was too much, the way Blake traced over her flesh, the image of the soft words written over her body.

"Pretty, Cute, Sweet, Good Kitten, Sweet girl, Good Girl, Obedient." Blake rattled off more and more, fingers tracing up and down, all around Weiss's body. Each little touch had Weiss pressing into it a little more, seeking that little extra contact. She wanted Blake's touch, her appreciation, her love… Weiss knew she was crying. She knew Blake could see it and that her lack of objection would be more than enough for the other woman to realize she didn't hate the new body writing.

Then… then it came. "Handle with care and love" That one hit home. Weiss had never been handled with either really- well, she imagined her mother had once handled her with care as a child, but neither she nor the drunkard could remember anything of the sort by now. The closest she could remember was… disdain? Lust? Two things that had grown to feel inextricably linked for the heiress all too fast.

The words had been written across her belly, right where she'd accumulated the slightest amount of pudge. Like a main warning for anyone who could get her shirt up that far; a reminder that maybe Weiss was worth some sliver of care, a modicum of love. The steady stream of tears turned to hiccuping sobs. Weiss raised her hands to wipe away the tears, and that was the first time she noticed, they were hands, not the paws she was often tied up in.

"Shh- it! Kitten, I didn't mean to… I didn't want to make you cry." Blake pulled Weiss's hands away just to wipe away the tears herself. "Fuck, I- I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry!" Blake thought Weiss was going to swipe at her hand, but instead, Weiss's palms sopped themselves over the backs of Blake's hands. They were… holding hands? In a painfully awkward way, but, that was what they were doing. They were holding hands. "I- I love it… I love them all." Weiss admitted.

"Well, I didn't really read them all off… there were some dirty ones that I didn't read off."

"I don't care, I love them." Weiss shook her head in her own disbelief at what she was saying; at how it was true.

"Even the one on the inside of your thigh that says 'Lick to give the good girl a good cum'?"

"Even that one." Weiss nuzzled gently into Blake's hands. "But- only if you follow your own instructions."

"I can do that." Blake smirked and licked her lips.

"I- but… what were you drawing? It didn't feel like writing?" Weiss questioned.

"Oh… that… well, I- umm, I was thinking about giving you a womb tattoo." Blake flushed. "I just thought my Kitten would look too beautiful with one… but I wanted to make sure it would look just right before I started."

Weiss loathed that she actually appreciated the fact that Blake was testing it out before just taking a devil may care attitude about what to do to her body. It was a true betrail of everything she'd promised herself. She promised she could enjoy, but not appreciate, but here she was, taking delight in Blake's every small kindness. "Did… did it turn out well?"

"I think it is beautiful." Blake pulled back so Weiss could see the ornate design The center was a small flame encircled by a heart. To either side, tendrils extended along Weiss's hips. She hated the truth of the fact that seeing it was arousing. She'd certainly had an appreciation for it in porn- particularly the ones that left the woman it was tattooed on desperate and needy- all the better if there was a cute trans girl there and willing to fill the woman instilled with new breeding instincts.

"It'd take hours to ink… but if I give you a couple hits of that dust, you'll heal fast and the vibrations of the gun will be… let's just say I've seen a girl pass out from dehydration that way."

"Oh god…" Weiss looked over herself. Something felt different- looked different, but she couldn't quite tell. She was tired and her eyes were blurry from crying so much.

"Don't worry about it tho. We don't need to even consider it till Saturday, and only if you are still having trouble complying."

Weiss nodded and tried to look away as her hand found the top of Blake's head.

"Huh?" Blake looked up, but Weiss's hand just tried to gently direct her down to her core. "Ohh? That impatient?"

"You said you would follow the instructions on my thigh." Weiss flushed.

"Mhmm, you have been good." Blake cooed. "Are you sure you want to cum tho?"

"I want to cum endlessly till I pass out and wake to you holding me…" Weiss huskily requested.

"Be careful what you wish for."

End of Chapter 20