A New Kitten Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Weiss regretted so many things about her morning. She felt like she was actively being punished for every decision she had made so far in her morning. Blake wanted to have a drink first thing in the morning? Nope, she just needed to be all full and aching for the video. Yay, so wonderful, and it certainly made all the difference in the world that she’d been lactating for all of two seconds in the video. Refused to give Blake milk for her cereal? Ah, what a wonderful fight she could have so easily side stepped if only she hadn’t been being such a damn idiot. And of course, she only dug herself deeper and deeper, doubling down and snapping at Blake. 

Her pussy ached- and not in the fun way. Trying to impale herself on the toy without being ready… it was just about as fun as it sounded- not at all. She wanted to cry and sit on a bag of ice- though the idea was likely better than it would be in practice. Worse yet, her chest… postponing her milking had been… idiotic at best. 

All she could think about was how much they ached. She tried to milk herself, but even after seeing Blake do it almost the whole day prior, she seemed to be horrible at it. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t manage to pinch her nipples in the right way to vent any of the pressure and it fucking hurt! It hurt and she needed Blake… Blake… Weiss slumped in defeat. Why had she been so short with Blake? She- she was still mad about Blake’s willingness to mod her left and right but hesitancy when the shoe was on the other foot, but… that didn’t mean she had to yell at Blake for trying to get her to stop hurting herself. 

It wasn’t an entirely alien ideation to Weiss; hurting herself that is. The idea of someone else trying to get her to stop for anything other than optics… that was a whole new type of novel. She remembered how Jacques slapped her across the face the first time he spotted the little red scars. But that had never been because he just didn’t want to see her in pain. She got better about hiding them, and when that failed, she simply found better ways to go about it. Blake being so mad about it… it shouldn’t have surprised Weiss so much, but it did. For whatever reason, she hadn’t expected Blake to care, to mind seeing her hurt herself at all. 

“Damnit.” Weiss cursed under her breath. Couldn’t she just eat an actual crow? Maybe it was the modded Kitten part of her, but it certainly sounded better than fessing up to an overreaction. And she didn’t have an abundance of time… she needed Blake, and soon. Her chest felt like it was going to burst, and she couldn’t stop… making that damn sound the last time she waited too long to get milked again. Her cheeks burned as she thought of being heard… mooing… fuck. 

When she finally forced herself back up the stairs, shame living a new in her weary soul. She tried not to whimper in her defeat as she approached Blake dutifully editing away on her computer. She wore headphones, placed awkwardly over one kitten ear and one human one. It made sense. Blake would likely want to be able to hear it through both ways, and that was the best way to go about it. 

She approached quietly and threw her arms around Blake, gently pressing her chest to the back of Blake's chair for all the warmth it could deliver. It made sense in her head, a perfectly good way to greet Blake. It would make for a passable preamble to an apology, right? 

Yeah, it felt like a phenomenal decision as she crashed back against the floor, Blake's hand on her neck, pressing her down. "Who are- Weiss!" She pulled back shocked. 

"Oouch." Weiss rasped and tried to soothe her poor windpipe. 

"Fuck! I thought! I just! And you scared me! I!" Blake panicked. 

“I- was… comng ta- pollogize.” 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Weiss! I! Shit! Are you ok? I didn’t mean to! To-” she groaned. “Are you alright?” 

“F- fine.” Weiss coughed and her voice seemed to go back to normal. “I- I’m sorry.” She offered her penance with a little less shame than she might have had before being tackled to the ground. 

“It’s fine.” Blake averted her eyes, more or less obviously not happy with her choices either. “I- now, get up off the floor.” Blake offered up a hand and pulled Weiss up. 

“I’m sorry I-” They both offered at the same moment. “I mean- and you-” They talked over each other, but Weiss wone out. “You first.” 

“Alright, I- I’m sorry I tackled you like that… twice. I know you wanted the video to go well, but… I just… I didn’t… You were hurting yourself and-” Blake shook her head. 

“I’m sorry I yelled at you for it.” Weiss’s head fell. “I know you just cared about me and…” 

“Are you ok?” 

“Everything hurts.” Weiss complained. 

“Come here Kitten.” Blake pulled Weiss in and held her in a tight hug. 

Weiss loved the hug, she loved it for all of a moment before- “Oouch! Oouch! Oow! My boobs, oww!” Weiss whined. 

“Oh, shit. You- your…” 

“I should have helped with your cereal.” Weiss whimpered. 

“Editing can be finished later, want a break? We can relax in bed, I can have a nice snack, and you can finger yourself like you did the last four times.” 

“M- maybe no fingering… I’m… really sore.” Weiss frowned. 

“Ok love, maybe I’ll just scratch around your tail and that will help some.” 

Weiss nodded, still wearing a downtrodden look. “Sounds nice.” She murmured. 

“Ok baby girl. It’ll be alright.” Blake offered with a kiss to Kitten’s forehead and then to her lips before throwing her arm over Weiss’s shoulder and walking her back to their room. 

Blake’s mouth only continued to be as perfect as ever. Even before Blake slipped a hand around to soothe around Weiss’s tail, she came her poor brains out. Oh how she loved being like that, all blissed out in ecstasy. It was only heightened by the sensation of Blake continuing to nurse on her. Calming beyond measure, Weiss handed herself over to it, gave in and enjoyed. Eventually, with a patient poke, Blake requested to explore and tease along Weiss’s ass. Of course, Weiss just whined and begged for such a wonderful thing. Her poor ass had been being ignored for at least a couple days, and that was orders of magnitude too long. She needed to be played with, to be toyed with, to be made to cum from each and every one of her holes- maybe her pussy could use a day or two off, but everything else for sure. Every climax hurt a little, her walls were still sore, but the pleasure outweighed it with ease. Even if it hadn’t… she and Blake always seemed to be at their best and most in sync when in the bedroom. For that afternoon, Weiss needed that and that alone if it was all she could get. 

Eventually, they stopped, her body was ready to calm down, and she’d expressed all her milk and her moos. Blake suckled on her far past the time she had emptied out. Weiss knew it would likely leave her producing longer, make her body think it was actually necessary and not just something done because of the pills, but it was nice, peaceful. It felt wonderful and prefect in its way. She fell asleep like that at some point. With Blake intermittently nuzzling and sucking at her breasts. Owner even occasionally dipped a finger back in her ass again, but it wasn’t enough to stop Weiss from falling back asleep. 

She woke again, expressing only a drop or two at a time for the Owner still lovingly kissing and suckling. Blake seemed to truly enjoy it. That was nice, sweet… even if Weiss was still mad about a thing or two. For a moment she theorized that she’d only fallen asleep for an incredibly comforting cat nap, but then, she spotted that the evening orange sky was dwindling out the window. 

“Love you.” Blake cooed. 

“I- I love you too babe.” Weiss lifted her tired head. 

“How’d you sleep?” 

“Restfully.” 

“Good. Are you feeling any better?” 

“A- about most things? Yes. Much.”

“And the things you aren’t feeling better about.”

“More… thing really.”

“So? What is it?” Blake pulled off of Weiss and sat back on the bed. 

“You know what it is.” Weiss glared slightly at Blake as she pushed herself up against the bed’s headboard. She pulled her knees up into her chest and crossed her ankles covering herself as best as she could. 

“I think I do… but I want you to say it.” 

Weiss sighed and curled in on herself tighter. “Why do you have to be like that?” 

“Just am.” Blake made a lifeless shrug. 

“I can tell…” 

“So?” 

“Why are you… so comfortable making the big modifications to my body, but so against it for you? I- it just feels… feels like you… like my body is less important? Like I don’t matter as much.”

“Weiss.” Blake gaped. 

“Well! What am I supposed to think! You are all about it when it comes to me, permanent or temporary. But when it comes to you, it’s a hard no even for something that will just last a day.” 

“I’m not against it. And, again, I don’t want you to do any of them if you don’t want! For me? I just… I don’t know, I haven't felt like doing any of them. I am not against the idea tho. If it’s that important to you, then let’s brainstorm something you want me to do without me hating it, and I’ll do it tonight. We can have fun.” 

“Promise?” Weiss looked up, finally feeling comforted. She knew it was stupid, that there was no real need for this, but… honestly, it meant a lot to her; it meant unity, being on the same team with the woman she loved. 

“Course, we just gotta find something I’d actually like.” Blake cracked an evil little smirk. “It’s not my fault that your just an eager little slut for all the mods I had in mind.” 

Weiss fidgeted shamefully, but Owner leaned in to kiss her forehead and it made her feel all warm and happy all over again. 

“So? Whatcha got in mind?”

“I- hmm… you don’t want milky tits like mine?” Weiss looked down to herself and held them alluringly. 

“Brothers no.” 

“Alright.” Weiss pouted. That actually sounded pretty fun. “Hmm, I love your ears. You want a tail like the one you gave me?” She wicked her tail around to her front. “It’s a lot of fun, and… honestly, when you scratch around it… or hold it, I just get all… melty.” Weiss cooed. 

Blake shook her head a little too vehemently. “You know, the mass majority of faunus only have the one animal trait, right? And… adding another one… it just feels- even if I wanted it, which, honestly, I don’t… it just feels gross.” 

“But forcing it upon me was perfectly normal?” 

“Forcing it upon you back when I thought you were Queen Schnee of evil incarnate, wanting to own a pet faunus was perfect poetic justice. I… just so happened to be acting a little rashly and… failed to realize what type of person you really are for far too long” Blake admitted. 

“Well… I- I guess you have a point. But… it’s not like I never did anything wrong back when I worked at the SDC. There- there are plenty of things I’m more than ashamed of doing.” 

“It’s ok love. I know you are better than that.” 

“A- am I?” Weiss whispered, but Blake didn’t seem to hear. 

“Come on, more ideas?” 

“Well, you could always just go for bigger boobs like me? Not that you should go much bigger, they’re already-” 

“Hell no, next.” Blake denied. 

“I- oh, well… ok… Have, have you thought about we break out that sensitivity lotion, cover my tongue in it, and I just happen to lick and rub it into wherever feels right? Your chest, your pussy, behind your ears, maybe even your a-” 

Blake shook her head. Weiss seemed to lose her from the moment she started describing detailed body parts. “Umm, maybe in the future, but I’m not so much for something like that for a bit yet.” 

“Oh? Ok…” Weiss seemed to be running out of steam. 

“Umm? I could put more on my fingers? I know you like the sensation of me fingering you?” 

“Didn’t you already do that? On accident? When you were mad at me for mentioning…” 

“Oh yeah. I… take it that doesn't count then?” Blake winced. 

“No, no, it doesn't.” Weiss frowned. 

“It’s ok! We’ll come up with something!” 

“Umm! That enlargement stuff is really fun? You wanna try some on your lips and see how long you can hold off with me doing my best?” Weiss cheered excited. 

“You want to make my lips bigger?” Blake traced fingers over her mouth, as she wore a perplexed look. 

“Well, I mean, they could be fun too, but I kinda meant the other lips… I really like how it looks when they’re a little swollen and puffy; when it’s so pretty and there’s a natural mound to a girl’s- A! And! And with that we could do it together, to each other. Winner is whoever has smaller lips at the end?” 

Blake shook her head. “I’m sorry, it sounds perfect for you; just more to devour! But I’m not much a fan of it for myself.” She winced. 

Weiss was beginning to run out of ideas! What did Blake want? Would anything actually pass her standards? Then her thoughts turned sour. Was that the point? Had Blake just agreed to this to shoot down all her ideas? Was there something she alredy had in mind? Maybe it wasn’t that bad? Maybe Blake was just too ashamed to say what she wanted! That made more than enough sense! Weiss certainly felt that way plenty of times. Suddenly, the game had completely changed. Now all she wanted to do was figure out what fun kinky thing Blake might want an excuse to do. “Hmm, what about something to do with your butt?” 

“What do you wanna do with my butt?” 

“I don't know? You made my ass a lot bigger.” 

“You want to make my ass bigger? 

“No, it’s phenomenal as it is.” Weiss seemed to collapse in defeat. 

Blake laughed. “Then what did you want to do with it?”

“I! I don’t know, it was something you did to me, so I figured- I didn’t think it through.” 

“I’m not vehemently against you doing something to my ass? But… uugh, it is pretty good as is.” Blake tilted her head from left to right noncommittal. 

Weiss slumped, but! Wait! Maybe it was… “Do you want to have heats with me? It could be really nice, cuddled together, both craving and desperate to be filled. It won’t be the same as you filling me up with that nice dick, but… both of us aching and just holding to each other, it could be something really nice?” 

Blake’s care free look died quickly. “You want me to have heats?” 

“Yeah, I know the little one I had from getting the tattoo wasn’t much, but it was a lot of fun. I- I loved being so needy; I loved how I needed you, how you were there and I was just… yours. This could be a good way to do that together.” 

“I-” Blake shook her head. “No, I am sorry, but I am really just not comfortable with that. I- I don’t want to… I don’t want anything about that.” 

“You’re sure?” 

“Completely. I- I have less than no interest in being desperate to be stuffed or whatever.”

“Oh! Oh! I think I heard you mentioning something to do with a rut? How would that work with you being a girl and all?” 

Blake locked up. “I- I’m not-” 

“Then what the hell are you comfortable with? Is there anything you would have actually been comfortable with? Was this all a fucking joke? You made so many changes to my body without a care in the world, but when it comes to anything to be done to you, you can’t think of one thing! Brothers! What was the fucking point? You made a big thing out of pretending to care that this mattered to me! Why? Just to make me think you would actually be opened to it when you weren't?” 

“Weiss, it’s not like that, I-” Blake tried to reach out, she really did, but Weiss didn’t notice in the face of all her hurt. 

“Whatever Blake. I- I was right earlier. I need some space. I- I don’t want to talk to you again for a couple days unless you have a breast pump or something.” Weiss stood from the bed, completely ignoring as Blake went to grab her hand but missed. 

Blake sat there on the bed, defeated. Somehow, she’d gone and fucked it all up again. She should have known. There was no way all the power imbalance of everything wouldn’t come back to bit her in the ass. Of course, she fell in love with the one person who never really had a chance to say no. She deserved this, hell she deserved to have to say yes to whatever Weiss wanted of her. It was the only way to really even the score- though, she doubted even doing that for the rest of their lives would help her break even. 

She wanted to make it up to Weiss, to say yes to everything Weiss asked. She really did. And she would have… but, there was just one problem. All the modifications Weiss suggested and was interested seemed to be so gender focused and there was only one thought that kept running through Blake’s mind. One thought she wished she’d succeeded in actually telling Weiss. “I- I don’t think I’m a girl.” 

End of Chapter 51