hopefulbadger
patreon
A New Kitten Chapter 27
🕑 Added 2022-05-04 00:04:35 +0000 UTCChapter 27
“You want me to do what?” Blake dropped her fork and everything that was on it back down to her plate in shock.
“I- I-” Weiss whimpered, suddenly feeling how nude and splayed out she was. She yanked the covers over herself and moved so the toy fell out of her. “I- umm… I’m not saying I won’t comply, but… but… if I fail, I probably won’t want to do anything after. So- so I would appreciate it if you just let me do the training now- er, well, after breakfast. But, before whatever you’re going to ask me to do?”
“You’re sure?” Blake raised an eyebrow. Weiss’s explanation made some type of logic, a foggy one, but some type all the same. “You won’t get any… benefit for doing it if you help out?”
“I know. I just… would appreciate having the option to do it now.”
“And… if your training involved another change?”
“You’re going to make my chest bigger again?”
“Not… not that type of change Kitten.” Blake hesitated.
“I- I- I… I don’t care! I just want you to-” Weiss caught herself before she said something far too much. “I just want you to get it over with.” Weiss huffed a whimper. Her pussy ached to be played with again. The tease of being filled all night without another relief didn’t help in the slightest.
“You want me to touch you? And do more things to you?”
Weiss nodded weakly. “A- after breakfast.”
“All the better, I’d prefer you be nourished when things start.”
Weiss nodded, hands slipping out of the bed to grab her clothes and throw them on under the covers. “Thanks.” She offered as she approached the table for her meal.
“Have the clothes been good?” Blake questioned out of what seemed to be nowhere.
“Huh?”
“The clothes? I saw you kind of reeled away from most of them at first, but you seemed to warm up to most of it?” Blake followed up as she casually forked at her pancakes, eating the occasional bite.
A flash of understanding raced across Weiss’s face as she realized exactly what Blake was talking about; most likely the thongs. Her cheeks burned. She knew Blake had the room covered in cameras, but having it addressed so blatantly? And a moment of such intimacy? When she was alone and changing? It suddenly didn’t matter that Blake had seen it all… well with her new changes taken into account, Blake had probably seen her assets more than she had herself. “Yes!” Weiss yelped. “They… they’ve been fine… gaudy as they are; all the cat and fish prints.” Weiss pouted.
“I thought a good Kitten would like that.” Blake answered lackadaisicaly.
Weiss just grumbled.
“You are very cute in them Kitten.” Blake offered sweetly.
“I! I thought I still had- that you weren’t supposed to be…” Weiss stopped herself. She didn’t need her body rebelling against her. She didn’t need to be so wet and desperate that she’d eagerly slip out from her chair just to assume her rightful place at Blake’s feet and beg her for relief. Wait! No! Not- not rightful at al-
“You were the one who wanted to get this out of the way before your choice to help out the White Fang Kitten.”
Weiss whimpered. Why did being called that make her feel all warm and fuzzy?
“It’s ok sweetie.” Blake reached out and ruffled Weiss’s hair gently. “Either we are warming you back up to it slowly for the rest of the week, or it will be over soon.”
“Yes- yes Miss.” Weiss mumbled.
“Good Kitten.” Weiss nearly melted into her breakfast at the two soft cheery words.
Eventually, the two finished their breakfast, and Blake picked up both their plates and dropped them off on the kitchenette’s sink. “So? Are you ready for training?” She paused a moment. “I- I won’t force you to commit to this choice, if you want, we can just jump right to what I need you to do this week.”
Stalling, Weiss’s mouth opened and nothing came out. She wanted Blake’s touch. She needed… whatever today would be. Ignoring the fact that no part of her wanted to wait another moment, there was the real fact that waiting meant she’d either forgo play entirely or be locked into it for the next week- something she couldn’t risk with how far she’d fallen already. “It’s fine. This… this is what I want.” Weiss affirmed.
“Fine… I… I guess it’s only fair I give you something in return then- if you comply that is.”
“You- but you said you wouldn’t?”
“I didn’t know looking gift horses in the mouth was the way the Schnees accrued all their money.” Blake scoffed.
“I- no, it’s not Miss.” Weiss submissively lowered her head.
“That’s what I thought.” Blake approached the Kitten sitting eagerly in her chair and gently patted and then petted her head. “So… what would my Kitten like?”
“What would I like?” Weiss stiffened.
Blake nodded and hummed as she idly played with Weiss’s hair and parted it in odd spots.
It left Weiss shivering. Feeling Blake’s fingernails tracing along her scalp was so nice, so calming. Could she just ask for this? If she could get this every morning she would be so much happier! It’d be physical contact with Owner, and she’d be able to talk to another person- well, she would have the opportunity, this seemed to be overly effective at leaving her speechless. Wait! No! She had to focus! She- she could have something? Something she wanted? But? But what did she want? It was hard to think of anything she was missing with Owner’s fingers tracing through her hair and soothing her like that
“That’s it Kitten, just relax.” Blake whispered gently. “Shh. Just think, what can I give you if you are good? What would my Kitten like?” Blake’s soft tone a siren’s song that drew every thought from Weiss’s head. “It has to be something within reason of course. I can’t just let you go because you are good for one day. I still ne-”
“Nuu!” Weiss chuffed lightly as her head limply fell against Blake’s upper abdomen. She was still sitting and Blake stood just to the side of her chair, fiddling with her head and… and she just couldn’t keep it up on her own. She needed the warmth of her owner to prop her up.
“No what sweetie?” Blake’s nails traced in repetitive lines. They felt odd, an odd spot to soothe through Weiss’s hair and scratch her scalp, but each trace felt a little better.
“Nuuu.” Weiss cooed softly, but sniffled a whimper as she snuggled her head into owner. She… was clearly comforted by Blake’s warmth, but she also was rather evidently upset about something.
“Shh. Shh. Shh. It’s alright Kitten.” Blake soothed. “I know you said no, but no what?”
“Nuuu lt guu.” Weiss drowsily admitted that which she could never say with a clear head; the ‘clear head’ clogged up with all that stupid pride and perfect little heiress teachings she’d always hated but been taught to respect above all else.
Blake’s voice caught in her throat. She’d need to let go eventually. That was the whole point of this. To push everything till it broke, to force Jacques to demand her back at the cost of releasing the faunus; giving her people their freedom. That was the whole fucking point. But… Blake didn’t want to give up her pretty little Kitten. Even less so if Weiss wanted to stay with her. In the end, she comforted herself with the lie that this was just the hypnosis and conditioning. She’d never trained Weiss to want to stay, to actually like her, or anything of the sort, but she could trick herself into believing that was all a side effect; that when the time came to set Weiss free, and her triggers were released, Weiss would be happy to be rid of her. That… that made lying so much easier. “Alright Kitten. I won’t ever let you go.” Blake offered gently, and Weiss snuggled with new vigor into her abdomen. “Good… good girl.” Blake’s voice hitched with pain as she praised. So much easier didn’t actually mean easy- it just meant possible.
Weiss purred. She purred! She actually fucking purred! She purred, and it sounded infinitely appropriate; like she was always meant to be such a sweet Kitten purring at her Owner’s attention.
“There… there’s my good girl; such a perfect Kitten.” Blake tried to steady herself in the sight of Weiss purring and nuzzling deeper into her.
Weiss only grew more and more emphatic in her nuzzles and purrs.
“H- hey! That tickles Kitten!” Blake giggled.
Weiss didn’t stop though. She didn’t stop until Blake’s hands held her steady.
Blake forced Weiss to look up, to peer into her eyes. “Now, what can I do for you Kitten? Anything within reason? You want some time outside every day? Something new to do while you’re down here? What would you like?”
Weiss’s eyes were half-lidded and glazed over. She looked like she was in heaven. For all intensive purposes, she rather felt like she was. “I- if I’m good, can I go upstairs sometimes? S- sit on your deck? Enjoy the sun… c- come say hi to Owner?”
“Of course Kitten.” Blake nodded and smiled weakly. “I’ll give you free rein of the whole house as long as you promise not to make any messes on the couch.” She chucked.
Weiss nodded and smiled.
“Good girl.” Blake praised. “Now, look forward and don’t move your head, We’re almost done with the first half of today’s training.
Weiss’s brows furrowed. What? But… but she’d not been touched anywhere but her head and hair? That didn’t make sense. Sure, there was a small puddle in her chair from how eager she’d grown, but it’s not like Blake had actually done anything to sate or tease her. How could they be halfway through the day’s training? It made no sense!
It made no sense, but Weiss acquiesced all the same when Blake guided her head to look forward and began to play with her head again; making those odd lines back and forth over her scalp with nice soothing nails. It felt so good. Weiss couldn’t help but purr her pleasure into the touch. It only got better when her head started to warm, but then the warmth went too far! It was hot! Hot! Something felt like it was burning her! Breaths sharpened just to turn to whines and she fidgeted.
“Shh, shh, shh. We’re almost done, just a little more… and. There.” Blake tried to soothe, but it wasn’t enough. Weiss was whining and hollering her displeasure.
“Ah! Ah! Oouh! Mh… ah! Merow!” Weiss cried out displeased.
“It’s ok.” Blake mumbled and tilted Weiss’s head up.
“Merow!” Weiss pouted angrily, completely unaware her gripe came out more feline than she’d intended. That pout stuck on her face just long enough for Blake to lean down and get closer and closer to her face. Owner smelled good. It was… it was almost overwhelming. She smelled like home, like… like… and why was she so close? Her lips so- “Meow!” Weiss yelped as Blake pressed lips to hers.
Weiss’s lips opened instinctually, letting Blake take whatever lead she wished, but instead of an actual kiss, Blake passed something off into Weiss’s mouth. Sweet and nice and… Crunch.
The world melted as Weiss’s body crunched down on the dust and initiated her aura. It had grown conditioned to give itself pleasure regardless of Weiss’s thoughts on the topic. The pain became only pleasure, and she was sure her walls clamped down desperately on nothing. Brothers her needy pussy needed to be filled, to be fucked by Owner as she called her a good slutty Kitten. There were few thoughts so beautiful in such a heinous world. And it was heinous. Any world that didn’t involve Weiss actively being fucked silly was heinous! Unacceptable! She needed to feel Blake’s hips bucking into hers and taunting her as she keened and cried in relief.
Before long, Weiss’s eyes slipped closed. It was too much, she petered out in the torrent of emotion, pain, and then the drug dust to cap it all off. It was alright though. If the first half hurt that much, Blake figured it’d be better to do the rest while Weiss slept. Yes. She’d have to do that while Weiss slept and then wait till Weiss was done helping the White Fang to point out everything she’d done. That was the only way this would work. The only way to get the good little Kitten to comply. Hopefully, after all that Weiss wouldn’t hate her… though. Blake knew it would be only just if she did.
End of Chapter 27
