Chapter 30
"Ah!" Weiss cried out as stitches began pop on the cushions of Blake's couch. She'd been clawing at them for almost an hour straight as Blake just continued scratching above her tail. Her voice broke as she screamed out, her breath hitched on an overstimulated sob.
"Shh, shh, shh, it's alright sweetie." Blake transitioned to just running her hands down Weiss's spine.
"Too… good." Weiss collapsed and shuttered.
"That's it. I told you you could handle it."
"Ghha…" Weiss whimpered, but her tail waved back and forth in the air delightedly.
"Ah! Kitten!" Blake spanked Weiss with a semi-firm slap.
Weiss jumped with a delighted yelp, her pussy clamping and more of her release slipping down the inside of her thighs.
"You made a mess on my couch! You promised me no messes!"
Weiss groaned in frustration.
"Oh, I guess you're right Kitten, it is my fault. But you seemed to be having quite a lot of fun." Blake patted on the spot where Weiss's tail began, but didn't go too far. "You're lucky it's leather and not fabric. This way you can clean it up yourself." Blake patted Weiss's bottom playfully.
"Ah… f- fine… I'll get up and… and get some paper towels in a minute." Weiss answered exhaustedly.
"Oh, no, no Kitten. We can't let it ruin the leather now can we?" Blake took her fingers and gathered up the slick dripping down Weiss's thighs. She'd grown so much more depraved, so quick to slicken and drench herself. It was adorable- though messy. "Plus, you're just so delicious." Blake licked her fingers clean just to gather the rest of Weiss's lick and offer it up to her.
"N- no, that- that's gross." Weiss whimpered. "I don't wanna taste myself."
"How about I'll cuddle you nice and tight if you are good and clean up your mess?" Blake offered.
"You'll cuddle me anyways." Weiss shook her head and snuggled into Blake's side.
"Mhmm… then I'll pet your new ears a little as we do?" That made for a much better bargain. It was enough to convince Weiss to take Blake's fingers into her mouth. She felt dirty for it, and feeling dirty excited her infinitely more than it had any right to.
Weiss panted and moaned. She wanted to be dirty, to be a good dirty slut of a Kitten. Life was much easier as a dumb slutty Kitten. Fighting was stupid and she should have given into Blake so much sooner; especially with how nice it felt to have Blake's fingers pressing at the entrance to her throat.
"You're a very good girl, but I need my hand back Kitten." Blake pulled Weiss from her own mind by petting gently over Weiss's ears.
"I- I- yes Owner." Weiss whimpered softly.
"Do you need more my good slutty little Kitten?"
Weiss whined and nodded shamefully.
"Good girl." Blake picked her kitten up just to turn her around and place her back, laying over her lap again, only facing the other way. From there, the Kitten was quick to find her mess and start licking it up.
Weiss obediently licked over the couch, cleaning up her wetness and melting into everything as Blake gently scratched down her back and along her spine. Once she was done, and it was clean, Weiss turned her head to nuzzle into Blake's side, breathing Owner in deep as she did.
They stayed that way for a good long while, just resting together, Weiss laying over Blake's lap as the Owner petted her Kitten. Things were so calm as they just rested there. Things were calm, but Weiss's mind still wandered. She didn't want to admit it, even to herself, but she loved this. Modifications and more extreme or consent circumventing aspects aside, she would have even loved it before she'd been taken. More than once, back at university, Weiss had found herself in less than proper situations, just desperately looking for someone to tease, pleasure, and hold her for an evening just like this. Even willingly done things she had no care to for a simple hope of something so soft as this. It rarely ever worked.
And all that, she'd been willing to do just to have a stranger do these things to her. Though… Blake wasn't all that far from a stranger. Weiss wondered if Blake knew. If the faunus knew she'd had a taste for some of these things before she'd stated all this- or at least before she went as far as to give Weiss literal kitten ears and a tail. Did Blake know even now? She'd clearly been doing something to Weiss's mind… even Weiss could see that. She wasn't happy about it by any measure- ok, maybe some parts of her were happy about it, but Weiss's brain and her pussy rarely ever found themselves on the same page even before all this.
Regardless of what Blake knew about her… what did she actually know of Blake? Faunus, White Fang member at that- though, those were obvious. She seemed to like… at least some of the same shows Weiss did. Always domineering, a dominant to her core for sure… maybe even a little too much. The faunus presented a nice icy exterior, but… Weiss had seen it melt more than once when she began to break.
Damnit. Knowing the faunus had an actual heart made hating her a lot harder. But it wasn't quite news that Blake had a heart. She didn't seem to actually want to do any of this… well… none of what Weiss didn't want at all. Maybe Blake'd garnered some amount of a sadistic pleasure in it at the beginning, but even Weiss couldn't deny she'd want revenge if someone tried to turn her into a pet. Though, when she tried to envision mustering the anger for revenge on Blake… that certainty evaporated quickly.
Weiss thought back to the last time Blake had truly broken; the last time she actually lashed out at her in anger. When Weiss had accused her of being like Adam- the only faunus Weiss ever felt more or less comfortable with the fate of since she'd become an adult. The bastard had rapped a low-level SDC employee. At least Blake had the fucking sense to actually punch- or, fuck, in this case- up! The employee barely made more than the faunus she worked with! Though… she did make more. Weiss regretted not doing more to fix that while she could.
For all he did, Adam's fate was… extreme, but not something Weiss felt was far from just. He'd proved himself a danger freed, and his semblance allowed himself to build up energy and break the bindings the SDC tried to keep him in. He could have killed more in captivity than free- that was what her father told her when he convinced her to vote on the execution. "Bastard." Weiss murmured under her breath.
"What?" Blake questioned a little stunned. She'd done plenty of things to anger the faunus, but she didn't quite feel that was warranted at the moment.
"N- not you… my father." Weiss answered and slowly shifted on the couch, pulling away from Blake's lap. She missed her Owner's touch, but… she felt a need to pull away; to curl up in on herself, at least for a moment or two.
"Oh yeah, he is a bastard." Blake agreed.
"Yeah." Weiss crawled over to the cushion next to Blake and sat almost normally for just a moment, only to pull her knees into her chest and hold them there. Her new tail quietly wrapped cutely around her ankles. She almost felt safe, curled up in a little ball like that. Almost.
"I… didn't quite expect you to hate him too though." Blake admitted, and Weiss realized they might know almost nothing about each other. That made her feel cold, all the more isolated on her corner of the couch.
"He's… a bastard… and he's my father. I hate him and… and… I don't know." Weiss huffed in frustration. These were things she never wanted to have to think about; it'd never mattered before. She just had to… to subdue whatever she actually thought about his choices and actions.
"But you love him?" Blake filled in for Weiss, recognizing something faintly familiar in the Kitten's eyes.
"I- I don't know? I love my mother, I love my brother- even if he is an ass and always working twice as hard to be worse to get his approval- and….and they love him? I just…" Weiss shrugged.
"It's ok. You don't have to know." Blake absently looked away as she extended a hand in the direction of the Schnee. Upturned and resting on the couch, she couldn't be offering a hand to old to Weiss- because the woman talking about her family was certainly Weiss and not Kitten, and she wasn't supposed to comfort a Schnee.
Weiss took the hand and held it gently. "Thank you."
"Honestly, it's just kind of reassuring that even a Schnee hates him a little." Blake flashed a small smile. "There's a lot of talk always about how the SDC is so kind and the faunus don't deserve what they get- I know it's wrong, but… hearing it so often can-"
"And knowing your not crazy helps?"
"Yeah." Blake nodded.
"Yeah." Weiss could understand so much more than the faunus would ever be able to understand. So so much more.
Again, they sat silently like that for a while. The only noise that took up the room, the show they'd completely ignored for hours. Inevitably, Weiss's thoughts fell back upon how much they did and didn't know about each other. Adam? Blake has said something about bringing up Adam being a sore spot? That was what it had seemed like at least? "B- Bl- Owner?"
"You can call me by my name Kitten. You don't always have to address me as Owner or Miss… even more so now; technically, by the rules, you have every right to ignore me and tell me I can't touch you again till next week." They'd both allowed it, the slipping back into Weiss's training. Blake earnestly enjoyed it to some extent to begin with, but she adored it when it was something Weiss could actually choose to partake in. And Weiss, well, she'd been eager to know if Blake was being hyperbolic about how nice the spot above her tail was- she had, if anything, been understating it notably. Of course, that was not the whole of the reason Weiss was willing to play… she missed Blake's loving desperately, and one morning session which she'd been mostly asleep for just didn't cut it.
"Thank you." Weiss offered with an appreciative look. Though… some portion expected she'd still be calling Blake Owner more often than not. Miss or Mistress had never been her favorite, but, being possessed… by a loving owner? Weiss needed to stop thinking of such things before she made a mess on Blake's couch again. "Blake?"
"Yes Weiss?" Again, it was so rare for Blake to address the Kitten by her name. It… frankly, to Weiss, it felt wrong. She wanted to hear Blake call her Kitten, or Sweetie, or… any of those other incredibly demeaning names; the ones that dripped with love and care.
"What button did I hit? When I said you were like the last White Fang leader." Weiss hadn't even finished when Blake yanked her hand back.
The faunus looked away.
The edges of a puzzle just began to slip into view for Weiss as a new question formed in her mind. "Why weren't you in the SDC's records of White Fang officers? Ever since the fall, Jacquez monitored every iota of faunus communication he could get his hands on-"
"Of course he did." Blake huffed. "What are rights anyways?"
"Why weren't you in any of the records? When the SDC captured Sienna Khan, she had her scroll on her with information and rankings on almost every member."
"Ah, so that's why so many officers were captured after her." Blake noted as if the White Fang hadn't surmised that exact thing years prior.
"My father would never have just gifted you to me if he knew you were a trained warrior."
"Is that what the SDC calls everyone brave enough to stand against them with so much as a farmer's hoe or a miner's pick axe?"
"How long have you been a member of the White Fang Blake?" Weiss glared.
"Long enough." Blake sighed. "More than long enough."
"When did you join?"
"I was… hmm-teen, so…" Blake thought back and mumbled under her breath. "Twelve years ago?"
"But, then… how weren't you-"
"Because." Blake continued to pull away from Weiss, growing just a little more distant with each question. "I hadn't been a member for years by the time Sienna was captured."
"You left the white fang?"
"For almost a decade."
"Why?"
"That's enough for today Kitten." Blake stood from the couch.
"Blake- I-"
"I think it's time you go back downstairs. I'm tired for the night." The faunus turned her back on her Kitten.
"What?"
"Downstairs!"
"Blake…"
"Downstairs! Now Kitten!"
"But- I-" Weiss trembled and pulled into herself. Owner being so mad was scary.
"NOW!"
"N- No!" Weiss found her voice. "I still have a barbell in each of my nipples and one resting on my clit driving me insane all the time because of some button I hit about him." Weiss shook like a leaf, her new ears did their best to flatten themselves against her head, and her tail wrapped around her for what comfort it could give. "I- I'm sorry what I said hurt you… but I have a right to know what was so bad that you thought it just to- to- to do that to me." They both knew Weiss wasn't actually mad about the piercings; they certainly didn't help, but that wasn't the primary issue. Weiss was still hurting from the time she spent isolated, left alone after something so extreme. To Blake, the only real surprises of it were that Weiss had the courage to demand an explanation and that the Kitten in the heiress actually craved her enough to grow that upset- or, at least, to grow upset in a caring way rather than with a nature more akin to anger or rage.
Blake's fists balled and her whole body tensed with anger. Not anger with or at the heiress, but for the fact that Weiss was right- or at least, as close to right and reasonable she could get with what information she had. A singular breath, and she answered. "Because, you were right. Adam was a rapist bastard; I was just too young and it took me years to understand."
Weiss's expression sunk. "He-" Math clicked by in Weiss's head. "And you were- aren't you the same age as me? You were a CHILD!"
"Teen, but…" Blake trailed off before shaking her head and stepping to walk off.
"Blake." Weiss whispered.
Blake stumbled in her stride, but she didn't even look back.
"Blake, please." Weiss requested weakly.
Again, Blake didn't look back, but she did stop where she stood. Night had fallen hours prior and the only light left was what came from the television. With the show's scene, there was nearly no light, but Blake's silhouette felt crisp against the vaguely visible walls beyond. "What Weiss! What do you want?" The faunus's shoulders fell with exasperation.
"T- talk to me? Stay? Hold me? Let- let me hold you- I- anything!" Weiss whimpered, still back on the couch in her little ball.
"Kitten." Blake sighed.
"Please Blake?" Weiss's breath hitched in her throat and once more she found herself about to willingly degrade herself. "Mistress, Owner, whatever you want to be, just… please." Weiss momentarily wondered if she could have her pride registered as an endangered animal when- or if she returned to Atlas, but then she remembered how her father had any laws actually protecting such animals repealed to prevent it from interfering with his mines.
"I told you, Blake is fine." She begrudgingly turned around.
"Please." Weiss repeated as she planed her pride's memorial service. It would be a quiet little ceremony; quaint. And it would end not with a bang, but in a whimper, just like the pride itself.
"You do need to go to bed soon." Blake halfheartedly reminded.
"Then come here and give me a lap to rest my head on." Weiss flushed as she contemplated what to say next. "I- if you're gentle when you pet behind my new ears, I doubt I'll be able to stay awake." Weiss offered, her voice trembling. In a large way, she hated this; prostrating herself. Though, in other ways, she loved and rejoiced in it. When it came to sex, it did well to break her down into a drenched needy mess… something she also loved and hated. But.. Weiss suspected she liked this feeling even more. The sensation of of melting; her resistance evaporating away as she felt her mind slow and her heart race. Eyelids felt heavy as the strength to stay stiff and sitting upright began to melt. Her whole world felt just a little fuzzy, fuzzy in the best, most heavenly way; like she could see nirvana just in reach and all that was left was for Blake to accept and give her a new home on which to rest her head.
"Alright little Kitten. Alright." Blake' shoulders settled lower and she returned to her spot on the couch. Weiss's head seemed to fall right down onto her lap as it returned to existence.
"Owner." Weiss cooed, stars near forming in her eyes as she nuzzled into Blake's warm thighs. The lap smelled of her owner, the earthy home- almost like vanilla laced with arousal- because… Weiss could certainly smell some level of that lurking under her Owner's clothing.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Weiss." Blake tried a little of that forgetting pride that she'd seen Weiss trying for weeks. "I understand that… for you, I am like him. Maybe… maybe I just am" Blake shook her head and offered her hand for Weiss to rub her head against. "I don't- I don't know." She continued as Weiss pressed into her hand. Blake soothed and ran her fingers gently along the curve of Weiss's new ears where they met her scalp. "I- I- I did this as a favor- went undercover because a friend needed help! I didn't even mean to rejoin the White Fang! Not… not after him… But then there was a newscast announcing those terrible bills, and- and I just got carried away and…" Blake trailed off, her fingers working deftly along Weiss's new ears, soothing and caressing down and around them. The heiress was so far gone in the trance brought on by her Owner's touch that she barely made out half of what Blake said. But she did catch what came next. "I- I understand that for you, I am just like him. And maybe you're right. Maybe I am just another monster." Blake's stomach turned in her growing disgust with herself.
Flagging, Weiss shook her head. "No monster… just Owner." Her head fell, what strength she had left to keep it up dying out as sleep began to take her. Blake massaging around her new ears, when done gently, was even more effective at knocking her out than she'd anticipated.
"I'd like to think so… but that doesn't necessarily make it true." Blake spoke softly, her hand following Weiss's head down onto her lap and still caressing around Weiss's ears. "I- sometimes I wonder if you'd have been happier with one of the other White Fang members." Blake admitted, unaware that Weiss had already fallen asleep. "I was never supposed to be your Owner little Kitten. Maybe I never should have been? I- I can't just send you back, not with things only getting worse for faunus back on Atlas. But… if you want, you don't have to stay with me. I love you Kitten, and if you'd prefer, I can ask the other members if they'd like to take over from now on?" Blake offered and waited a moment. She suspected Weiss was thinking, but when no answer came, she looked down to see the little Kitten beginning to snore.
"Alright, you take care Kitten." Blake whispered sweetly. "I'll think about it and see if you'd be happier with someone else during the next meeting." Blake sat with the pain that thought wrought upon her sore confused heart. "Maybe… maybe that would be for the best."
End of Chapter 30