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A New Kitten Chapter 31
🕑 Added 2022-06-30 23:57:58 +0000 UTCChapter 31
Blake eventually allowed herself a good cry- though, she stifled her tears as best she could in an effort not to wake the Kitten. Once that dried up, she was careful not to wake Weiss as she pulled Weiss up into her arms and carried her down the stairs and laid her down in bed. Blake tucked the Kitten in nice and tight; near swaddled her in the stray blankets and sheets of the bed. She finished off with a small kiss to Weiss’s forehead and a light whisper “It will be ok Kitten. I’ll do my best to make sure you end up with the right Owner till it’s time to go back home.” She smiled over the beautiful woman and watched as a single drop of water fell onto her face. Blake sniffled and wiped her face before the incidental rain could wake the Kitten. “Good night Kitten.” She whispered with a caress along Weiss’s cheek and left.
The Kitten woke the next morning to a dash of sorrow and another, less emotion based pain. She was alone. She’d not been that way when she fell asleep, she’d been with Blake, resting her head in the perfect sweet faunus’s lap. Blake had been caressing behind her new ears. It had been so perfect. Weiss never knew something could be quite so arousing and comforting at the same time and- EARS! She had cat ears! And a fucing tail! Blake had given her ears and a tail! That’s not! That wasn’t ok! It wasn’t ok… but… they felt so good… they felt… and Blake’s caress along them. Weiss shivered and whimpered. Why did the thought alone turn her to gelatin. Why couldn’t she muster more anger in the face of it all? Just because it felt so good- so nice? Because… by all honest accounts, Weiss was guilty of more than enough to deserve it? Because she knew that all too well? Was it whatever Blake had been doing to mess with her mind?
Weiss sighed. She didn’t have time to deal with all the unpacking even just finding the answer to that would have demanded, much less the process of actually finding the answer. There was a more pressing issue to be dealt with. Weiss closed her eyes as she slipped a hand down her body. It was then that she noticed how tight the covers were around her. Blake had tucked her in. She was so sweet. Weiss’s heart swelled, and she craved that little bit of comfort even more than usual- not a good sign.
Her fingers delved down to her slit to greet warm wetness. “Fuck.” She griped as she pulled her hand back up to confirm what she already knew. Blood. Weiss had honestly hoped that with everything Blake had been doing to her body, it would just result in her missing a cycle or two. It was a hope rather validated by being over a week late- not that it was incredibly uncommon; her body rarely liked to be as punctual as the heiress herself. At least the sheets on her bed were dark- though, the idea of doing laundry when she was already so exhausted and drained felt hellish. Maybe Owner would take pity on her and offer to do them. Either way, she’d need to go talk to Blake. The room didn’t seem to have any pads or tampons stored in it, so, Blake was her best bet.
It took the heiress a while, but she managed the energy to roll out of bed, dawn some clothes, and put together some paper towels as a shitty makeshift pad in case Blake didn’t have any spares. The worst part of it all was easily that she’d had her nice beautiful tail all of a day, and it was already stained with blood. Cleaning that out sounded… less than fun, especially considering how short and thick her fur was there… Wait! No! Not! Not beautiful! Not! Weiss! She certainly didn’t love her tail! That was! It was an outrageous idea! Weiss whimpered. Fighting with herself would always be a losing battle.
“Blake? Blake?” Weiss called as she reached the faunus’s living room. The sun was beautiful as it streamed in through the sliding glass door. Yet more beautiful, Blake’s view of the beaches. “Blake? Blaaaaake?” Weiss called again only to hear the clacking of a keyboard followed by things moving in a small room. She was less than confident, but she suspected it was the room where she’d seen Blake gather things for training before.
“You’re up early.” Blake called, emerging from the room and closing the door behind her. “I was going to start cooking breakfast in just a little bit. Are you hungry? I have some fruit laid out in the kitchen that you can have to tide you over?”
Weiss shook her head with a dour frown.
“Kitten?” Blake’s expression sunk a little. “What’s up sweetie?”
Weiss’s tail wrapped around her waist and her ears fell. It shouldn’t be so embarrassing. It was never a big deal if she asked a friend or her sister for a tampon or pad in an emergency. Then again, they didn’t own nor fuck her. “I umm… do you have any… pads or tampons or anything?”
“A- already?” Blake questioned with a shocked expression.
“I- I’ve been here for three weeks almost. And… and my last period was like… a month and a half ago now. I- I just assumed I was going to miss it because of stress and all the drugs and dust.” Weiss covered herself with her arms embarrassed.
“When did it start?” Blake asked- overly curious for such a topic.
“Last night… while I was sleeping?” Weiss grew visibly uncomfortable.
“Oh- sorry.” Blake dialed back her interest.
“I- I just want something so I can take a bath and be clean when I’m done.” Weiss whimpered.
“Of- of course. What do you prefer? I have pads and tampons in my bathroom. If you want, you can go take your bath, and I’ll bring it down to you. Do you want… like some sweats or something? Might be more comfy than the stuff in the armoire?”
Weiss nodded and almost cried. Her emotions weren’t usually all over the place during her period, but with everything going on, it made sense that it just turned eleven to thirteen; the already overwhelming to worse. “Please.” She whimpered.
“Are you alright Kitten?”
“It’s just… a lot.” Weiss fretted. “Are you? I’m sorry for pressing you to talk about… to admit what he did to you.“
“It’s ok. I understand why you wanted to know, and there was no way you could have expected what it was.”
“You… you’re not him.” Weiss offered.
“Thank you Kitten. Is there anything else I can do for you while you take your bath?”
“The sheets got all messed up.”
“I’ll set them up to get washed. Anything else?”
“Light breakfast?”
“Can do Kitten.”
“Thank you Blake.”
“Of course.” Blake nodded. “Umm, how about a nice day on the couch up here? I get more channels on this tv than you do downstairs. Might be easier to find something good; plus I have a nice heating pad you can use if you’re up here? Plus, you seemed to enjoy having your ears played with a little yesterday, and resting your head on my lap?”
At that Weiss did cry. “Yes please.”
Only after Weiss had headed back down for her bath did Blake realize she'd asked which the Kitten prefered, but not actually gotten an answer. No bother, she could bring both down anyway and let Weiss choose later. Kitten wouldn't be needing more any time soon anyways. With hygiene products collected, Blake headed down to drop them off.
“Hey there Kitten, how’s the water?” Blake greeted, only poking the tip of her nose in; not wanting to intrude more than she already had.
“It’s… it’s nice.” Weiss seemed to be both lying and telling the truth simultaneously; something Blake knew to be possible, but found impressive if it could actually be done with two words.
“May I come in, or do you just want me to drop these by the door right here?”
“Come on in.” Weiss sounded frustrated; or maybe just tired.
“Coming Kitten.” Blake answered as she stepped in. The first thing she noticed as she entered was the dour look on Weiss’s face, then the reason why. Damp ears twitched desperately as Weiss only grew more frustrated with them. “That won’t work sweetie.” Blake offered.
“How! How do you wash your hair with these!” Weiss tried to shake the water out of her ears hopelessly.
“Well, first off, I just wash it and deal with the ears later.” Blake squatted by the sink and began to rifle through the cabinets under it.
“I tried that! I! I’m talking about the water!”
“I know Kitten.”
Weiss whined in frustration.
“It’s going to be alright. I’ve been dealing with it for years sweetie. Just got to know the tricks.” Blake pulled up a stool next to the large tub. “Lean your head back.”
“No! It feels weird when I do that!” Weiss complained.
“I know Kitten. I know, but I’m going to help.”
Weiss fretted and frowned but obeyed.
“Good girl.” Blake held Weiss’s head gently and began to wipe around the inside of the shell with a small q-tip.
“Rawr!” Weiss yelped at the scratchy cotton on the sensitive flesh of her new ear.
“Shh, shh. It’s fine. It’s scratchy at first, but they wick up the water nice and easy.” Blake eased Weiss down from her squirming as she worked to help her pained Kitten.
Weiss fought more and more for a good thirty seconds, but eventually, it stopped completely. “Ha- I- Oh.” She began to relax.
“These ears are a good bit bigger, so it’s easer to get just a little water stuck. But, if you know how, it’s not hard to pick it up with a q-tip or something.”
“That’s- that's nice.” Weiss slumped into the tub and began to give off a low purr.
“I know Kitten.” Blake kissed the top of Weiss’s head before moving on to the other ear.
“It was… it was so frustrating- hurt.”
“No, it doesn't hurt, but I know it’s far from pleasant.” Blake sighed. “I’ll leave the box of these by the bath for when you’re done conditioning. Right next to the pads and tampons.
“Thank you.” Weiss closed her eyes. “The bath is actually really nice. The warmth helps.”
“Rough cycles?” Blake questioned in a gentle tone.
Weiss sighed. “Not normally. But… this one hurts a lot.” Weiss frowned and traced her hand over her tummy. “It was alright when I first woke up, but now… it’s just a lot.” She repeated.
“It’ll be alright Kitten. Sorry about not warning you about the ears. I hope it didn’t ruin your bath.”
“It didn’t. I- the bath is still helping. I was starting to feel… really cold before I got in?” Weiss tried to put what she’d experienced into words. “The warmth of the bath helped calm that, but then the pain kicked in.”
“I have some midol upstairs, but if you prefer I can break out that dust you like. Not a whole crystal. But a little shaving or two should be enough to calm things. If you are careful about it, it shouldn’t even fog things up; just ease the pain.”
Weiss nodded weakly. “That sounds really really nice.”
“Ok Kitten. I’ll work on your sheets and clean your room up now. Food should be ready by the time you’re out.”
“Thank you, Owner.” Weiss settled in for a long, hopefully rejuvenating soak.
“Oh, and sweats and some comfy panties next to the sink.”
Weiss just cooed and sunk into the water a little further, relinquishing herself to its warmth.
It wasn’t hard to gather the sheets. By the looks of it, Weiss had likely just started when she woke up. That made presoaking them likely unnecessary, though still easier when Blake did it anyways. Kitten was an heiress after all; likely accustomed to professionally laundered… well everything, but Blake wanted to make things as close to normal for Weiss. She seemed to be having a rough time, and Blake didn’t anticipate it getting any easier for Weiss any time soon.
In sorting everything out, Weiss’s toy fell out from the sheets. Blake was quick to check the reservoir. This time, it was empty. It must have shot its last load when they made the video. It made sense, added up with everything else going on, but Blake was still surprised her Kitten could be such an impressive little cumslut. She’d probably miss that more than was ok when the time came for Weiss to leave. The heiress was truly breathtaking with whines of ecstasy on her lips and an orgasm at the tips of her fingers. Blake sighed wistfully and returned to work.
With things set to wash, Blake moved back upstairs and set up a light yogurt and some fruit she’d known Weiss to enjoy rather thoroughly- due to how it always seemed to just disappear all too quickly. She threw it back into the fridge to sit and come together a little better. That way it’d all be a little more harmonious dish and it’d still be cold for Weiss. Remembering that Weiss had complained about just such a thing, Blake settled on prepping some hot chocolate. It was a delightful little drink- especially when made with the fancy stuff her parents gifted her for dustmas the year prior. She used it sparingly- and the package may or many not have been a little overly indulgently large, so she felt it was perfectly fine to splurge with it for Weiss- but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t make one for herself while she was at it.
Milk settled on the kettle, Blake turned to setting up a comfy spot for Weiss to relax. The faunus may or may not have stolen one or two of Weiss’s ritzy blankets for her own bed, but this seemed as good a reason as any to return those to their rightful owner- or, at least to loan them back to her. Blake settled them out on the couch. A heating pad, some spare pillows, and a lightly scented candle which she may or may not light later if Weiss wanted, all seemed to all be nice little additives to comfort her Kitten.
That all kept Blake busy for just long enough that Weiss emerged back up from the basement. The swets hung a little loosely over her, but with all the changes she’d been going through, Weiss thought that to be a benefit above all else. “Hey.” Weiss greeted in a hoarse whisper. She braided her hair in the same fashion as normal, but the braids were notably looser from how every time she tried to tighten them, it pulled on her new ears. They had already been through enough for the day, so she just went loose with it. “Is that- is that chocolate?” Weiss could smell it. The scent was almost overwhelming, nice, but overwhelming. She couldn't’ tell where it was coming from, but the promise of its sweet comfort called to her immensely.
“Yes. Hot chocolate, but, yes.”
“Please, I want it, that sounds-”
“Perfect, because I made some for both of us.” Blake passed a warm filled mug to Weiss.
“Thank you!” With overly wide eyes, Weiss thanked and sipped slowly at the chocolaty delight. She thought she might cry- something she’d found herself doing a lot more of over the past couple weeks. It was perfect. The warm chocolate filled her belly and staved the cold that seemed to be seeping into her bones from the moment she stepped out from her warm haven of a bath.
“Of course Kitten.” Blake leaned in and kissed at the top of Weiss’s head. “There’s some kiwi and banana yogurt in the fridge if you want?”
Weiss opened her mouth excitedly, but it fell back closed. “Maybe later? I’m sorry. I just… the warm is better.”
“Course, if you want eggs or something else later, I can whip that up instead.
Weiss returned the smallest nod. “Maybe just rest right now? You said something about a movie on the couch?” Weiss might have chosen the bed down in the basement for sheer fact of a higher chance of falling asleep and getting through what she hoped would be the worst of her cycle, but it was colder down there, and upstairs meant Blake, so upstairs and on the couch it was.
“I did, and I have it all set out for you.”
“Thanks.” Weiss repeated for the umpteenth time that morning. “I-” She took a sip of her coco and made her way to the familiar couch. “You’re being very nice this morning.” She observed with a pointed tone.
“Aren’t I always nice Kitten?” Blake cheered.
“I have a barbell in the flesh of my vagina that proves you’re not.” Weiss griped.
“You… make a good point.” Blake exhaled. “I’m trying though.”
“Well, you’ll be forgiven if you keep me in rich coco like this for the rest of the day.” Weiss offered as she found her seat on the couch and pulled the blankets all around her.
“That is a bold faced lie, you’ll never forgive me for that.” Blake laughed a little anxiously, but tried to play it off as earnest humor.
Weiss shook her head, and that shocked Blake- obviously so at that.
“Huh?”
“I- I’ve done plenty of mean or harsh things while angry. And… I’ve never had the dearth of luck to have someone accuse me of being the same as my rapist.”
“I-”
“Plus, if I was really all that upset, I could remove it. I have opposable thumbs again.” Weiss waggled her thumbs against her mug.
“Yeah, but…”
“Now, if you put it back in after that… I might stay angry longer.” Weiss considered.
“Weiss, the point of telling you that story wasn’t to get sympathy.” Blake felt sick for the sheer thought that it might have come off that way.
“I know. I just…” Weiss trailed off and scooched closer to Blake on the couch before outright leaning against her. “Thank you for sharing. It… helped to know a little more; to understand.”
“Kitten? Are you feeling alright?” Blake worried.
“Cold… Tired… but, coco.” Weiss murmured drowsily and snuggled into Blake’s shoulder.
“Kitten?” Blake worried and checked Weiss’s forehead. The Kitten was burning up. Blake knew it would be the case; she could already feel the heat radiating off of Weiss, but… it was still mildly concerning. “You’ll be alright Kitten, just bundle up and relax. It’ll all be alright.” She whispered to her sweet girl and held her close as they settled in for a movie.
End of Chapter 31
