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A New Kitten Chapter 28
🕑 Added 2022-05-04 00:05:11 +0000 UTCChapter 28
Weiss was drowsy. She was drowsy and her vision felt slow to return to her. It was there, things just seemed a little fuzzy and like she’d need a little while longer to wake up. What wasn’t fuzzy however was all the smells. Blake had made her such delicious blueberry pancakes. She could still taste the fruit on her tongue as the heavenly scent of the meal lingered in her nose. That, however, was the weakest of the scents she felt perfectly assaulted by. The strongest scent was Blake. How had she not noticed it before? The bed she slept in, it was coated in Blake’s scent.
Weiss purred as she turned over and sniffed up and down the bed. She settled on a pillow, the one Owner must have used every night. It was coated in the sweet coconut scent of Blake’s shampoo and a hint of her natural calm earthy tones. It was everything she could want. Many other things still felt hazy, but Blake’s scent was crisp and fresh, her home was right there, in the bed. The only thing it lacked was Blake’s actual warmth.
The Kitten pawed at her breath and huffed frustrated. Owner! Owner was supposed to be here! Where had she gone! She needed to be here! Weiss whined. She whined, yowled, and cried for her owner, and then, then she heard it!
“Hey Kitten.” Blake greeted lightly, food and something else Weiss couldn’t make out in hand.
“Owner! Owner! Owner!” Weiss yelped and hopped up on the bed.
“Mhmm.” Blake nodded but didn’t pay her Kitten any more attention than that.
“No! No! Over here!” Weiss protested as Blake continued walking past her and began to drop bags on the kitchenette counters. “Over here!” Weiss demanded again, patting her paws on the bed frustratedly.
Blake paid her no mind and continued with whatever she was busy doing.
“No! You’re supposed to pay attention to me!” Weiss argued, and when Blake ignored her again, she charged for her Owner. Panting and frustrated with being ignored, she trotted around Blake’s feet and tried to get her attention.
Even as Weiss looped in and out between Blake’s legs, Blake just walked around her and slowly filled up the fridge.
“No! Here! Here! Pet me! Love me! OWNER!” Weiss complained and even took to patting her paws on the tops of Blake’s feet.
Blake just giggled. “I know Kitten. I know you’re there. But I’m busy.”
“I don’t care! I am here! Now love me! Owner! Come down here and love me!” Weiss was hornier than she thought. Her needy pussy dripped down the inside of her thighs and she whined louder.
“Just another minute Kitten.”
“No! Not in a minute! I want pets now! Pet me! Love me! Fuck! Horny! Need to be stuffed! Filled! Bred! Yes! Yes! Breed me! Want owner! Wanna be filled, fucked, and bred!” Weiss panted out. She could smell Blake! Blake was horny too! It was obvious! She was horny, and she knew Blake wanted to fuck her nice and good too! If Blake was horny too, why not! “Just take off those stupid stuffy pants and fuck my sopping wet pussy already!”
“So impatient. You know that Kitten? You are just so impatient.”
“Yes! Yes! I am! Now stop being stupid and fuck my brains out already!” Weiss nuzzled and pressed against Blake’s leg as her paw slipped down to between her legs. Brothers, she was so wet, so needy. It was not what she wanted, but even just her paw on her drenched needy slit left her reeling with the promise of true pleasure.
Blake sighed, and Weiss knew she’d won. “Ok, what do you want Kitten?” She huffed, put down what she had been moving to look to her Kitten.
“I just told you! I want pets! I want love! I want head scritches! I want to be fucked! Breed me! Fill me up! Make me your good Kitten!” Weiss panted and whined.
“Come now sweetie, you know I don’t know what you’re saying.” Blake knelt down to pet Weiss and scritch behind her ears.
“Meow?” Weiss questioned. “Merow!” She huffed angrily.
“Poor Kitten. Still aren’t used to your new words, huh?” Blake giggled.
“Nya!” Weiss pouted and panted. “N- ny- no!” Weiss struggled, but she managed actual words for the first time since she’d woken up.
“Shh, shh. Stop fighting sweetie. I’ll let you talk normally again tonight. For now, you just be a good girl and show me what you need. Alright sweetie?”
Weiss purred and nuzzled into Blake. Blake knew her so well. Owner remembered these important things for her. That was how things were best. They were best because she knew Owner loved her.
“Ok cutie, now loaf for me. I’ll help you. Alright Kitten?”
“Meow!” Weiss cheered delighted.
“That’s it. You’ll remember when you can speak soon.” Blake pet down Weiss’s back as she loafed cutely on the floor. “Aww, such a good girl.” Her hand settled just above Weiss’s ass where an odd breeze began. “I know what my girl needs. This will keep you good for long enough that I can cook us something.” Blake kept talking about something, but Weiss couldn’t care to listen. Blake was scratching at that spot, that spot that felt so good, and she felt more of that odd breeze, but she couldn’t care. She arched her back and pressed into the scratches just above her ass as her whole backside shook from left to right and back with joy. It was so good, so good, and- and- and-
Weiss woke with the moan of a beautiful climax on her lips. Brothers she felt so good and her pussy was dripping readily.
“Aww! There’s my good Kitten! How did you sleep?”
Weiss purred before realizing she’d woken up from a dream. Urgency shot through her, but the pleasure of her orgasm echoing through her dampened that. “Ha- ha-” She panted as concern built. “Talk! Talk!” She blurted out with a slight slur.
Blake laughed. “What Kitten?” She scratched down Weiss’s back and the Kitten couldn’t help but purr pleased.
“I! I! Talk to me! You! Words! I’m making words! Right!” She needed to know! In what must have been a dream, she didn't realize she was speaking in meows and nyas until Blake pointed it out to her.
Blake squinted at the Kitten like she was crazy, but rolled her eyes and answered anyways. “Yes, odd ones, but you’re certainly speaking words.” Blake looked up ponderously. “Is there another thing to speak in? I guess you could speak in code through numbers? That wouldn’t be in words? But..”
“Oh! Thank god!” Weiss panted out relieved.
“You ok there Kitten?” Blake worried and reached out to scratch behind Weiss’s ear- but… but it felt higher than normal? Weiss couldn’t bring herself to care. It felt phenomenal. Her mind just melted and she relaxed into the comfort of Owner’s hand.
“Yes~” Weiss purred. “Love Owner-” She tensed for a moment, but Blake’s scratched continuing put that to an end rather quickly. “Love this… love this.” Weiss corrected.
“Of course sweetie.” Blake just continued soothing and scratching.
“Love… Owner.” The words slipped out without Weiss even realizing.
“Love you too Kitten.” Blake mouthed for herself and leaned over to kiss the top of Weiss’s head.
Weiss just relaxed and purred into the pleasure. She laid there for a long while, relaxed and pleased. She couldn’t muster any care to fight or complain. This is what she’d wanted for the past week. Just to be held and cared for. And that’s what she was. It was beautiful, perfect. It was beautiful and perfect, and she was happy- something so scares to the poor Kitten.
Eventually, Owner shifted and turned Weiss over on her lap. “Hmm~” Weiss cooed, still all fuzzy and comfy.
“Hey there Kitten. How are you feeling?”
“Good.” Weiss smiled dumbly. “Haven't been this happy since last week.”
“You were happy last week? I thought you hated it here?”
Weiss flushed. She was still all too fuzzy, trapped in the lingering pleasure of cumming in her sleep and the drug in her system. She couldn’t manage the energy she would have needed to lie. “Hated this week.” Weiss pouted and pressed her face into Blake to snuggle and kiss at her side.
“W- what do you mean you hated this week?” Blake’s eyebrow knitted together. “You could do anything you wanted this week, you were-”
“Lonely.” Weiss answered. “Missed you.” Weiss snuggled into Blake.
“Kitten.” Blake sighed as her heart shattered. She pulled the Kitten up in her arms and held her tight. “It’ll be alright little Kitten. You won’t be isolated down here this week. You can come up and do whatever you want upstairs.”
“P- promise?” Weiss sounded on the verge of tears, and just hearing that almost did the same to Blake.
“I promise. We can even cuddle on the couch and watch something again if you’d like?”
“Yes please.” Weiss snuggled into Blake.
“Such a good girl.” Blake praised and kissed along Weiss’s neck. It brought so many dirty thoughts to Weiss’s mind. Thoughts of things she wanted, what she needed, and how she wanted to be bitten and loved.
“Mhmm~ Owner.” Weiss melted.
“It’ll be alright Kitten. It will all be alright.”
They sat there like that for a time, just enjoying each other's warmth. But, eventually, duty called. The odd part of it was that Weiss was the one to bring it up. “So, what do we want me to say about the SDC today?” To Blake’s surprise, Weiss sounded almost like she got a kick out of the idea of taking down her family’s organization. It was surely just her still being mildly out of it and over-eager because it meant more freedom, but it was an odd thing to see for Blake.
“Oh?” Blake perked, still trying to right Weiss's excitement in her mind.
"You do want me to help now, right?" Weiss checked.
"I do, very much so." Blake nodded.
"Ok! So! What am I doing this time?"
"Oh, I- I have a script again; looser this time. You can improve more like last time if you want. It looked good that way; more earnest." Blake fidgeted with her pockets to pull out a scroll. "Oh, and I have props for you this time." Blake looked up, expecting Weiss to be worried about the idea of props, but Weiss seemed to be focused on something else.
"Earnest?" The heiress contemplated aloud.
“I mean… yeah; it came together better I guess?” Blake tried to put her observations into words.
“Earnest… is- is that why you actually have me doing all this?” Weiss sat back on her heels as she contemplated.
“Why I’m having you do what?”
“Help? Of my own… limited free will?” Weiss suggested with a wince.
“Why wouldn’t I want that Kitten?” Blake placed the scroll down on her lap.
“Why would you? It’s so much more work, and you could have had me saying anything you wanted last week the day we… and that you… and my- my paw came off, and I woke you up.” Weiss sheepishly explained. “Before you calmed me down, I was… well, you know… and with all those things written all over me? You could have had just as embarrassing a video as last time. But, then you could do it like every day, and all you’d have to do is…” Weiss stopped herself before she went and gave Blake any ideas. “And… and…” Her cheeks burned. “The picture you took of me after you wrote on me, and I’d been crying… and… you had just finished making me… if you wanted to hurt me, you could-”
“Hush with that now!” Before Weiss even noticed Blake had moved, her head was being pulled into the faunus’s perfectly soft breasts. It took some amount of struggle to stay focused and not on how the other woman held her close. “That was never the point of this.” Blake held Weiss tighter and cradled her in her chest. “I- I was mad; at first. But… I understand you never wanted a pet- not a faunus one at least.” Blake admitted.
Weiss slowly raised her arms to cling to Blake, to hold her close and rest into her.
“It’s not to hurt you. It hasn’t been since the first night you got out of the cage.” Blake caressed down Weiss’s back. “I need to do this; not for me, but for all of the people back on Atlas suffering. I just…” Blake trailed off, unsure how else to explain herself and the reasons she had to do this. She tried to find the words to explain, but it didn’t matter.
It didn’t matter because Weiss understood. Sure, it had never been to the same extent, but when she could, she always did what she could to help. She knew it was too much unreasonable suffering, she knew it wasn’t right, and she was always so close to being able to make actual change… but it always seemed just out of her reach. It made perfect sense to Weiss that if such an opportunity presented itself to a faunus; a White Fang leader at that, why wouldn’t they do what it takes to free their people. Whatever it takes. “I want to help.” Weiss’s words were mumbled into Blake’s breasts.
Blake released, rather shocked, but not about to fight with Weiss over offering her help. “You’re sure?”
Weiss nodded.
“And… and I promise, I won’t use that picture or the cameras or anything. It’s…” Blake knew the ideation of finding anything beyond what she felt was morally defensible was a fucking joke at this point, but that was what it was. She honestly did find that, of all things to be beyond her moral allowances. Her conflicted expression seemed to do a stunningly good job at conveying such a complex sentiment.
“Thank you.” Weiss smiled. It was nice to know her whole life wasn’t up for blackmail, only that which she actually consented to. Odd though it may be, it really was an immense comfort to her. “So! You said something about props?” Weiss’s energy redoubled at the idea of getting a free way to strike back at the SDC; one her father couldn’t hold against her or criticize her over for the rest of her life. Brothers, that was invigorating and a true delight; how she had wished for a chance to give the SDC a firm middle finger.
“I will warn… this week’s script is… a little… quirky.” Blake pulled her scroll back up to pass off what she and the White Fang had written not too long before.
“Quirky?”
End of Chapter 28
