Fighting Like Cats and Dogs


"You want to what?" Jaune asked, as Blake, his girlfriend since Beacon paced across their small shared apartment.

"You heard what I said." Blake snapped, then sighed as she hung her head. Her ears laid flat against her raven black hair. "Sorry, Jaune… It's just… it's just embarrassing."

"It's okay." Jaune reassured her, as he stood up from the couch and pulled her into a hug. "I just want to be sure I heard you, I want to know what you want."

He tilted her head up, dark blue eyes, gazed into her golden yellow.

"And I promise I won't judge." He continued, as he knew his girlfriend's more deviant side. Not that it was an overt secret. Blake had a reputation amongst the class as being an avid reader and someone with a very active imagination when it came to her preferred genre of more erotic literature.

"Okay fine." She took a deep breath, steadied herself and said something so softly under her breath it might have just been air blown between her lips.

"Uh Blake. I didn't quite catch that." Jaune said after a few seconds of awkward silence.

"I want to be your…" Blake trailed off again, her cheeks glowed red and her ears flattened themselves against her head once again.

He stroked her hair again and smiled in what he hoped was an encouraging smile and he waited patiently for his girlfriend to summon the courage for whatever she needed. All he had to do was be patient. Blake was a woman who knew what she wanted, yes her first instincts were to run, that had been the downfall of her relationship with Yang. But she always came back eventually.

You just had to be patient with her.

"I want to be your puppy!" Blake finally blurted out.

Jaune blinked.

Then blinked again.

He blinked a third time. "But you're a cat."

No one would ever accuse Jaune of being the brightest knife in the crayon box and received a light punch to his shoulder for the comment.

"What? So a human can be a puppy and that is just normal? So what? I'm not allowed to pretend to be something else on occasion?" She growled at him, her ears flat against her head again, this time in actual anger.

"No, no." Jaune raised his hands and took a step back, his once infamous inability to read what was on a girl's mind had improved somewhat. Now people were less inclined to describe him as 'dense as a brick' and more as 'unthinking' or 'unobservent.' So you had to give some credit where it was due in his ability to read the danger that he was in.

"It's just."

Nope wrong thing to say.

"I didn't mean…"

Nope try something else

"What I meant was…"

Come on anything but that.

Jaune groaned and hung his head and Blake couldn't help but chuckle at her boyfriend's obvious distress.

"Jaune it's okay." Blake smiled gently as she reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry Blake. Sometimes my brain just doesn't keep up with my mouth."

"Sometimes?" A black eyebrow arched inquisitively over a golden-yellow eye.

He groaned again and let out a chuckle.

"Okay fine, ninety-five percent of the time, my brain doesn't keep up with my mouth."

"Sure, we'll leave it at that." Blake gave him a small, fond smile before giving him a quick, soft kiss that Jaune eagerly pushed into, his tongue pushed against her lips and quickly claimed the inside of her mouth.

"So you were saying." He half whispered as he pulled back just a hair between them.

"I.. want to be your dog." Blake whispered back. "I… want… I want you to collar me. To pet me. Tell me I'm a good girl as you make me sit at your side. Fetch you newspapers and… and whatever else dogs do."

Jaune looked at her for a long, silent moment, then nodded. "Okay… what do I need to do?"

"Just stay there." Blake breathed and quickly ran back into their bedroom.

Opening up her closet she stripped out of her clothes and shivered ever so slightly in the cool morning breeze, her nipples hardened both from the cold and from the arousal of what she hoped would become her and Jaune's thing.

She had dreamed of this for a while, there was just something that enticed her darkest thoughts about humiliation.

The thought of having who she was stripped away by someone else? Of everything she was proud of? Even more if that someone else was a human?

Blake almost gasped at the thought as a shudder of arousal ran through her body and hands roamed down her front, as she squeezed her large, soft breast.

Yes, it was almost euphoric.

And there was no one who Blake would trust more than her boyfriend, Jaune. Well… there was someone else once. But that ship had sailed soon after Beacon fell and that relationship had never been the same again.

She would never make that mistake again.

Enough, she couldn't stall anymore and pushed open the bedroom door and slowly walked back to the living room, her heart pounding in her chest.

Not in nervousness. No Jaune would accept her, always. There was no doubt in her mind about that.

But in raw excitement.

"Blake. You're naked." A simple statement of fact, unasked question that hung between them.

Blake ignored it and answered, "yes I am."

She handed him the bag and then lowered herself onto her knees, eyes on the floor, as Jaune opened it and pulled out the first item.

A long black ribbon, not unlike that from their first year in Beacon. Blake could almost sense Jaune's confusion but didn't clarify as he pulled out the second.

A pair of black floppy dog ears on black head band which blended perfectly with her own dark hair.

The third, a steel water bowl.

The fourth a ceramic feeding bowl.

The fifth a rubber ball.

The sixth a leash.

The seven a black leather collar with name tag that read "Blake" on one side and "Property of Jaune Arc" on the other.

Finally he pulled out the last item and nearly dropped it.

"Blake." Jaune sounded like he had almost choked. "Is that what I think it is?"

She didn't need to look up to know what he had pulled up. "It's going to be my tail. I think it fits."

"And it goes…?" She knew that Jaune knew the answer to his unfinished question.

"Into my ass." Blake said bluntly. "There is some lube in there."

"But we've never done anything like that before!" Jaune protested loudly. "We've never done… You know"

He trailed off, his voice dipped into a whisper as though he was embarrassed to say it. "Anal."

Blake looked up from the floor and took the ribbon from where it laid in the pile of toys. She kept eye contact with him as she tied it around her ears and once again they were hidden from sight.

"Jaune… I want this. I've been training to take it." She gestured at the black, fluffy tail buttplug, "please Jaune. Please? Make me your puppy?"

Take away what I am and make me into a dog. A needy puppy. The thought raced through her mind as she took the ear headband and placed it on top her head. If someone was to look at her now, they wouldn't see the cat Faunus Blake Belladonna, but some dog Faunus that wore her face.

"Are you sure?" Jaune asked again and she almost rolled her eyes. Yes she was sure. She was so sure. She shuddered again as the thoughts of her complete humiliation rolled through her. She would be a dog.

His dog.

Jaune's little bitch.

To use as he wished. To treat as he wished.

But he still cared.

"Woof!" Was Blake's only reply as she let her tongue hang out as she wiggled her hips as though she could wag her tail.

Jaune sighed, but smiled as he pulled her close. The lube came out of the bag and he poured it into his hand. Slowly he coated the plug in a generous amount, then pushed her fingers into her hot, tight, asshole.

She nearly yelped at the cold sensation of his finger as it slowly pushed in. It was painful, but a good pain. She breathed deep and forced herself to relax as pushed another finger in. A third was added and then she felt the cold steel of the plug as it circled around her butt.

"Is my girl ready?" Jaune asked, a teasing tilt coloured his voice, as though someone was speaking to a favourite pet.

Warmth blossomed in Blake's belly.

"Woof!" Blake barked in reply and then gasped again. Her breath came in short pants as Jaune slowly pushed the tip of the plug against her ass. She tried to breath deep, to relax, she felt her ass stretch to take the width of the thing. Instinct told her to move, to crawl away, but she willed herself to stay put. Large, deep inhales of breath and slowly the plug pushed in.

Another pained whine escaped her lips as she felt the plug push past its widest point, as her hole clamped down on the tapered end.

"There." Came Jaune almost equally strained voice. "Its in. How do you feel?"

Blake turned to marvel at it. The black silky fur, a stark contrast to her pale flesh. She wiggled her hips and almost giggled at the sight of it wagging, as though she was a dog. A puppy.

She turned and leapt on him, her tongue lapped at his face, sloppy puppy kisses over every inch that she could reach. She was a dog after all. This was how dogs acted.

"Blake enough." Jaune laughed as he pushed her away. "Enough, sit!"

In an instant she sat on her butt, a moan almost escaped from the feeling of the plug moving in her ass. Blake sat like a dog, on her knees. Front paws out in front as Jaune wiped her kisses away with the back of his hand, before he picked up the collar and leash.

With little ceremony he buckled the collar tight around her neck and gave the leash a short tug. She got what he meant quickly. He took her for a walk around the apartment. She learned how to heel, how to walk beside him, she learned to sit. To lay down.

To roll over, to beg.

She learned to fetch the ball and to bring it back.

She was a dog after all.

His dog.

His girl. His good girl.

He poured some water into her bowl and watched as Blake eagerly lapped it up, droplets spraying everywhere as she drank her fill. She didn't hear the zipper of his pants nor did she hear the thump of them as they fell to the floor.

But she felt his hand as it clasped her hip. As the leash tightened as he wound it around his fist.

Her collar tightened as he pulled her into him. Blake could feel the hardness of his cock as it stroked up and down the warmth of her cunt. She panted, she whined, she barked eagerly as he ran his cock up and down her slit.

"Does my little puppy want a bone?" Jaune asked and Blake almost snorted at the joke. He could be as bad as… no… she wouldn't think about that. Not here. Not now.

"Does my good girl think she's earned a treat?" He continued, as he whispered into her ear, the collar tightened around her neck.

All that escaped her throat was the low, pathetic, mewling whine of a needy bitch in heat. And that was all Jaune needed.

He pushed in.

He took her there.

On the kitchen floor.

He pulled hard on the leash, the collar tightened around her throat again, her breath caught in her throat as he thrusted deep into her warm, wet sex. Her paws clawed at the floor, she tried desperately to gain some sort of grip, to pull away from his hard thrusts, but there was nothing to grip.

So she rode it out, his cock pushing deeper and deeper as Jaune took what he wanted from his puppy.

And Blake loved every minute of it.

Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, drool dripped from her hanging, panting tongue as she groaned with every hard thrust. She couldn't think, she couldn't breathe.

All there was was Jaune's beautiful, hard cock.

She couldn't take it anymore and let out a howl. A howl of need, of want as Jaune continued with his utterly relentless pace as he fucked her into the floor of their… of his apartment.

She was his dog.

She was his.

Mind, body and soul.

Soon he pulled back on the leash, his other hand gripped her thigh so hard it left an imprint of his hand. Another mark to show she was his bitch. His good little puppy slut.

She felt the warmth spread in her as Jaune pushed as deep as he could. Her wall's squeezed as she felt his seed, his precious seed spill into her centre.

Blake wasn't safe. She knew that.

She was pretty sure that he knew that.

She didn't care.

She was a puppy. If her owner wanted her bred that was his decision. Not hers.

Jaune collapsed on top of her and pinned her to the ground. Both panted in exhaustion as they attempted to catch their breath.

"Well… that was fun." Jaune said, as he slowly pulled his cock out, still dripping with her juices. "Was it everything you hoped for."

Blake nodded. "Woof!"

Jaune grinned as he brushed a stray hair out of her face. "Good… that is… Good. Good to hear."

He then leaned over and gently kissed her on the forehead, before he cuddle up to her, as they both began to drift off into sleep, just laying there on the floor of the kitchen.

"Good kitty." He whispered.

Blake's eyes snapped open. "WHAT!?"