This was weird in every sense of the word. A man was walking alongside Blake Belladonna, going on a sort of date as instructed by his girlfriend. After Blake's confession that her feelings were all over the place, Weiss thought it best if she deals with it by way of him having sex with her. He could tell that Blake was still suffering, though; it was Nondescript Winter Holiday, and Ruby and Yang's father took RWBY to a late lunch to celebrate. She had met (one of) her crush's father while in heat, and her excuse didn't let her escape. After all was said and done, it was around eight, and she convinced Ruby and Yang that she learned an old friend was in town and that she'd spend the night with them. What she didn't mention was that that friend was the man, and they would be having sex so Blake didn't go crazy.

The whole situation was weird. Though, as a man, going from losing virginity to getting to sleep with a second girl in less than a week was a dream come true, it was less… exciting. Yes, sex was nice, but he had just had his first time with Weiss after months of a loving relationship. Everything about that was special and lined up perfectly. It was the end of the beginning of the relationship, and it was earned. Though he was great friends with Blake, his quasi-not-quite-romantic relationship with her started only a few weeks ago. His feelings about her still haven't settled, and while he's okay with sleeping with her, the fact that Weiss wanted it struck him as off. Then again, neither could have predicted that Blake had sexual and romantic feelings for both.

While the man didn't see Blake when she was at lunch surrounded by people, he can see that she's lucid. Maybe it was because he didn't know what to look for, but he doesn't notice Blake was acting weird until she admitted she was in heat; he remembers a bit of fidgeting, but she makes it sound like she was ready to burst during the party yesterday. Right now, as they stroll down the streets of Vale, she seems… normal.

"Are you okay?"

Blake rubs her arm. She's wearing a loose school jacket easily unzipped and removed; one would guess that she was waiting for the moment she can pull it off. "Yes. Just nervous…" She tries to look away and scan the surrounding signs of the various stores.

"Do you mind if I ask how you're holding up? You seem… not like yesterday."

"It's… it's complicated. Heat is a cycle; there are moments where it's quiet and ones where it's loud. Right now, it's quiet, but stuff like seeing a half-naked Weiss at the apartment just flips the switch."

"Is me being here making it worse?"

"N-no. You're helping, honestly. I still feel it, but it's manageable."

Still kind of torn on whether or not you wanted to go through with this, the man asks, "Do you still… need me?" Blake says nothing but tightens her hug on his arm.

The man decides to keep everything simple and walks Blake into an ice cream shop. It's one he hasn't been to with Weiss; he thinks it best to keep separate for the moment until everyone is sure of what's going on. He doesn't really want to think of Blake at Weiss' favorite coffee shop after all. He gets himself an ice cream cone and lets Blake order as one well. The two sit down and begin awkwardly pecking at the treats.

Maybe it was the whole situation, but suddenly, the man is focused on Blake. More specifically, he looks at her eating her ice cream; something about the way she licked at it, the way she was disheveled but neat, the way she seemed… quietly happy. It wasn't anything like Weiss. Weiss, regardless of when or for what, was always done up, was always dressed prim and proper, was always either cheery or cold in a very clear way. Even with her more default expression, Blake came off as just… genuinely pleased with life in a way Weiss didn't. There was a lot more subtlety in her expression, making her more of a mystery.

Blake licking her ice cream, over and over again, twisting and tasting also brought to mind… other things. Weiss always ate her ice cream with a spoon, so the man had never noticed her… technique. Blake's way of eating seems almost too intentional for it not to be a hint; she would start with long, slow licks before speeding up, alternating between tease and please. Maybe she was just subconsciously doing it? Would heat make her fellate an ice cream cone? Did she always eat like that?

While not necessarily a bad thing in the short term, the man was quickly growing more attracted to Blake. Even ignoring how she was eating her ice cream, she looks even cuter than he remembered; a subdued blush painted her face along with her sharp, golden eyes being brought out by her purple eyeshadow. Her hair was up in a ponytail while her bangs hung messily over her face. The way she was slightly messy but insanely pretty was a welcome stark contrast to Weiss' almost synthetic perfection. Blake looked… was the word homegrown? Whereas Weiss was a movie star, Blake was more the beautiful girl next door, the friend one didn't realize was gorgeous. Every few minutes she'd try feebly to tuck it behind her ear in such a cute way that could only be brought out by the slightest lack of desire to comb. This also considered she all over the place because she was in heat; she was probably barely even trying yet still looks like a stunner. Speaking of being stunning while barely trying, the man notices that her jacket was unzipped far lower than it was when he met up with her; earlier it was up to her neck, but now sat below her breasts, exposing substantial cleavage.

In a fit of irony, the man was now the one getting hot and bothered. The loose fit of Blake's jacket also made it sort of puff out when she sat. Combined with the low zipper, he could see down to her belly button, exposing that she wasn't wearing a shirt; he could see clear as day that Blake was wearing a deep maroon bra covered with frilly bits and decorative lace. Her sizable breasts were bolstered to their peak attraction, and the low cut of the cups showed much and hid little.

A huntress like her would never wear a bra like that normally. Why did Blake even HAVE a bra like that!? Considering her favorite outfit consisted of a thin white top, she couldn't get away with a low-cut crimson bra! True, the expectation of sex meant that you'd see it anyway, but why was her zipper so low now? Why wasn't she wearing a shirt? Did she do all of this on purpose?

"Y-you're staring…" Blake whimpers, wiping some ice cream off of her face. She's wearing an almost saccharine upset face; though on paper she looks embarrassed and slightly angry, she came across as a more cutesy false-upset. She… enjoys it.

"Yes… I was. I'm sorry… It's just… your jacket…"

"W-what!?" Blake sputters, stumbling back in her seat a bit as she looks down at her top. Though clearly embarrassed, she made no attempt to cover her cleavage nor zip up. Her face reddens, slowly approaching the color of her bra, which, due to her sitting up more, was now visible by default. Her breathing gets heavier as the man tries to look away. Luckily, he was the only person save the cashier in the store, so no one else could perv in his place.

"Blake, we should go," you say, seeing Blake get overexcited.

"No. It's fine," Blake says, closing her eyes to focus. She finally zips up her jacket, hiding her body. "I just felt so hot… And you looking, the thought of someone else looking… in public…" Her breathing slows until it's controlled, but she still shudders at the thought of someone staring at her.

Oh, my god, Blake has an exhibitionism fetish.

Though staring down Blake's cleavage had started the man, her letting slip that she was into public play really set him off. If Blake got excited by being out in public with her body exposed, then he- no, now wasn't the time to fantasize. Now, Blake needed him before she started making mistakes she couldn't take back. He finishes the rest of the ice cream and grabs her hand, persuading her to follow. The apartment wasn't far, but he still hurries. Even if Blake decided to take care of her heat herself, the safety of the apartment would hide her before she would start regretting her decisions.

"Oh, my god," Blake releases as she falls into the apartment. "Thank you so much," she says to the world in general as the door closes. Before the man gets a chance to do anything, she unzips her jacket and throws it onto the couch. She turns around to face him, showing the unobstructed view of her bra; the deep red brought out her flawless pale skin and heightened her bust. The low cut showcases flecks of pink skin on each breast, telegraphing how her nipples were centimeters from revealing themselves fully. The rest of her lithe body was also a joy to observe, a mix of delicate beauty and ferocious strength merged into the feline huntress.

A hesitant look dons on Blake's face as she looks at the man staring at her in her bra. Even consumed by her desire, she was still embarrassed to reveal herself; she'd kissed him, but now she was stripping in a manner almost out of her control. One arm shifts to attempt to cover her chest, but her other travels upwards to her head. She holds her face for a moment, braces herself to say this was what she wants, and shifts her hand to her bow.

Blake whispers something to herself, unsure if it was for other ears. Without any small effort, she pulls off her bow in one swift tug, the black ribbon catching the motion and hanging in the air for just a moment before fading to a limp line. The Faunus breathes out before a wide smile takes over her face; whether infected by want or driven by what might be love, she rushes into the man.

The man's body reacts before he does, accepting Blake into a hug as she presses herself into his chest. Her animal side mixes with her womanly programming as evolution tells her that in his arms is the safest, warmest place to be. Blake's skin was on fire compared to normal temperatures. He can also feel her breathing through her ribs. It was fast, but controlled, a step up from the ice cream shop.

"I… have a few more secrets I've been keeping from you…" Blake mutters, now with little concern over her modesty.

"What?"

Blake takes a deep breath. It was different than when she was aroused or when she initially removed her jacket. She unbuttons her jean shorts and starts pulling them down. Rather than remove them outright as a girl would normally before sex, she merely lowers them several inches. In addition to revealing more of her luscious waist and hints of her panties, she reveals–

"I-is that a tail!?" It was crazy enough that Blake had ears, but… isn't this against the rules? Faunus only had one animal trait! He's never heard of one with multiple, but there it was; Blake has a long, ethereal black cat tail that, now released, twists and coils freely like it had a mind of its own.

"Yes. I have a tail, too."

"But… how? I thought Faunus only had one trait?"

Blake lets out a small laugh. "My parents always joked that their Faunus blood was just too strong. Yes, it is always one trait, save special occasions like me. I'm a mutant; it's like those people, er, humans born with like, vestigial tails or that can't stop growing. Something in my genes just screwed up and I got this instead. They say it's only one in a million, and only when the parents are the same species." Blake twists in her seat, sighing peacefully. Her tail continues to move autonomously, shifting side to side. Seemingly thankful of the weight off her chest, Blake smiles. "Admittedly, I'd take this over most other mutations. Usually, they're deleterious, but this is just really annoying when you want to hide."

"And you've been hiding that all year!?"

"Well, mostly. I can take it out in my room now that RWBY knows. Skirts help a lot, but it's not too difficult to wrap it around when I'm out." Blake looks smug briefly before looking at the ground. "So… what do you think?"

"It's so... cute!"

Blake blushes, shrinking into her seat. Her tail sort of snaps as she says, "S-stop it…" clearly wanting the man to go on.

"It's really cute! And now that your bow is off… You look really pretty."

"You're just saying that because I'm in my underwear."

"I mean, it doesn't hurt…"

"Well, I guess I can believe you. And, as long as you get to see my tail, then might as well let you see everything…" Far more confident than when she revealed her tail, Blake kicks off her shoes, unzips her jeans completely, and pulls them down. Blake Belladonna stands before the man in her bra and panties. Like her bra, her panties were a maroon color, contrasting her pale skin. Also, like her bra, they showed quite a bit; he knew for a fact that everyone in class makes jokes about the "Bellabooty," but damn, if seeing the woman they refer to in a thong wasn't one of the greatest sights in the world… Weiss would never wear a thong, but Blake rocked the minuscule piece of cloth as she turned around to show off her ass. Her tail seems to almost beckon him closer, and her open-legged stance was only hinting further.

There's a long silence as Blake looks back, wiggling her thong-clad ass. Blake brushes the thoughts of Weiss away as she shyly asks, "A-are you gonna say anything?"

The man has a flash of lucidity at Blake's words, and quickly locks the front door. It'd be… not great to give someone free access to the apartment. Now that he and Blake were safely alone, he says, "You look amazing. The tail and ears are some of the cutest things I've ever seen." Blake dejectedly opens her mouth before he interrupts with, "And, because you clearly want me to say it, Brothers Grimm, your ass is fantastic."

Blake's nervous expression grows into a giddy smile as she throws herself at the man. She starts kissing his neck in her passion, and he takes the opportunity to lead her to the bedroom. There, he pulls back and removes his shirt, leaving more skin for Blake to enjoy. Her animal side takes over as she starts to feel every exposed inch on his body as if marking it as hers. Her breath returns to the uncontrolled panting that consumes her when heat is in control.

Knowing that Blake needs release soon, the man skips straight to the point. Blake allows him to grab her and lower her to the bed. She lays back and spreads out as he stands over her; like with Weiss, he pulls her closer to the edge of the bed, her laying on her back while you stand. Feeling that it was right, he leans over to give Blake a proper kiss, as she had only assaulted his neck with pecks. He threads his fingers through hers and pins her to the bed as he looks over her. With something like this, he feels like he should show her he… maybe not necessarily shares in her romantic feelings, but he still does feel strongly about her.

As the man begins to lean in to kiss Blake, he hears her suck in air. Pausing, he sees her eyes widen in anticipation, her breathing grow even further uncontrolled, and her body turns to jelly.

The man recognizes the look in Blake's eyes. It's a gaze familiar to most hunters and huntresses as something all must face. It's… not a look that's supposed to be in a bedroom.

The man recognizes that Blake's breathing was different. It wasn't a sort of panting she'd been doing when she was turned on. It was different, more labored, faster paced.

The man recognizes that Blake wasn't limp from excitement so much as she was unable to move. He feels her attempting to move her hands, but her fingers were locked tightly with his.

This is wrong.

That look in Blake's eyes is fear. She wasn't breathing heavily, she was hyperventilating. Her body wasn't accepting, it was trembling.

"G-get away! Go, go!" Blake screams, overtaken by a terrifying weight.

"Blake! Blake! Are you okay!?"

As the man lets go of Blake's hands, she pulls them over her chest, holding herself together. Her breathing slows, but her look of fear turns to a mess of tears. She begins shifting over to the wall, as far from the man as the bed would allow. No longer is she consumed with feelings of heat as she tries to speak but fails. She looks away and starts to cry.

The man watches in horror as Blake curls up as small as she can. Sobbing, she tries to speak. Eventually, he's able to recognize the word, "Adam," as she covers her face with her hands. Something… something about what just happened must have triggered her memories of him; Blake had said that she and him were intimate, and though she said it was always consensual, he got violent. Maybe… him standing over her made her flash back to when he did the same with different intentions.

Regardless of what caused it, Blake was sobbing into the bed, scared and sad. Unsure of what to do, the man steps back and thinks. He doesn't want to make things worse, but he's not sure if you should be next to her or as far away as possible. Remembering the last time something like this happened, he decides to stay. Feeling like being in her underwear made her feel weaker than she would otherwise, he picks up Blake's jacket and gives it to her; she slowly puts it on, but her mood doesn't change.

The man gets the impression heat isn't affecting Blake's judgment anymore. He's worried about her mental state, and he can care less about sex right now. Taking a breath, he moves to take a risk. He dims the lights, grabs a large blanket, and climbs into bed with Blake. He says nothing, but throws the blanket over the two; Blake takes a moment to register the action, but pulls the blanket over herself and slides under, growing marginally closer to the man.

The man lays with Blake, not saying anything. As the room continues to get darker, she shifts around to be closer to him. Her crying continues, and he continually hears her sob, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," between breaths. Each time, he tells her it's okay and that she's safe with him, reassuring her with a gentle touch. Eventually, she quiets down long enough to drift off to sleep; she's still facing away from the man, and he watches her fade away until she becomes silent. He monitors her breathing to make sure she's okay, only following her to bed after an hour or so.

The man only drifts to sleep once he's certain Blake is stable.