A New Kitten Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Weiss stared down the glass of milk Blake presented her with her eggs and bacon like it was trying to taunt her. Could a glass of milk taunt someone? It certainly felt like it could?

"You alright Kitten?"

"Hmm?"

"You're a little slow to get to your meal sweetie."

"Oh- I- yeah!" Weiss rushed to have a bite of egg and a strip of bacon. It was all salty and only left her throat drier; turning her attention back to the glass of milk and how it stared her down. Being as it had no eyes, it seemed to inevitably win in their staring contest no matter how many times the Kitten tried to rematch it.

"Kitten?"

"You know! I'm the sub; the Kitten here. Shouldn't you be giving your Kitten cream, and not the other way around?"

"You know, most cats are actually lactose intolerant-"

"I! You know what I mean!"

Blake nodded but seemed to give nothing away.

"Still! Why not you?" Weiss pouted.

Blake huffed. "No thanks! My boobs are big enough already; I'd sooner lop them off than make them any bigger." She looked down over her chest with a slightly displeased look but quickly went back to rather jovially consuming her breakfast. "Plus, I already told you, I don't even want you to do it if you don't want."

"I! But! It's!"

"It's what Kitten?"

"It's hot! Alright! It's a hot idea!"

"I didn't bring it up cause I thought it'd turn you off; that's for sure."

Blake shrugged.

Weiss slumped in her seat, still trying to figure out whether or not she wanted the bliss of becoming even further corrupted; another mod. The heaven she was already sure being milked by Owner would be.

“I love you perfectly as you are Kitten.” Blake offered and took Weiss’s hand. “There’s nothing more you need do for me, not even everything with Jacques-”

“No. I need to keep doing that.”

“Weiss, no, I don’t need you to do anything more for me to continue to love you, I-”

“No, I need to keep doing it for me.” Weiss answered resolute.

“Baby.”

“Let’s do it! Jacques and… and everyone would be mortified if they see it in another video.” Weiss looked down and away. “We need to do another one of those soon by the way.”

“We have time Kitten.”

“I want to start working on a script after… after we are done…” Weiss flushed.

“After I’ve finished filling you up with milk and drained you of your sexy cream?” Blake perked, all too eager to tease Weiss and get her overly flustered.

Weiss averted her eyes. “Yes… that…” She bit her lip again and regretted it horribly for how it only left her all the more desperate.

“Hey, Weiss, I was just teasing. We don’t have to. We can just work on the video if it makes you feel better? I think they’re showing a movie this afternoon in town? It’s… not a new movie or anything because the island is a bit slow to get them now that international comms are… shoddy, but, it can still be a nice date? Something good to just get your mind off everything else? They even have nice seats where you can pull up the arm rest and cuddle!”

Weiss waivered. That actually sounded… it sounded so delightful. She’d… well, she’d never really been able to just go on a date, and never like that- at least, never with someone she actually liked. Being out as a lesbian would have… well, Weiss was reasonably sure her father would have her killed for it, but even if he hadn’t, the idea of coming out and facing so many eyes… it often felt mortifying. Though, she’d done plenty of mortifying things since she arrived in Menagerie. Being able to just go on a date, like a normal person? With the girl she liked? Loved even… Could Weiss actually indulge in something so perfect? Something so human?

“Seats that let us cuddle?”

Blake nodded. “They’re extra comfy too.”

“After we come back and work on the script?”

“If you want Kitten?”

Weiss’s eyes dodged around shameful. “How… how long does it take for you to… do make me… do that thing?”

“To make you body begin to lactate?” Blake patiently followed up.

“Ye- yeah.” Weiss’s head fell a little.

“Mhmm… it’s really just another dust pill? Testing showed… thirty minutes for things to start, but then there’s the matter of how long it takes you to fill up? And that is partially up to you, partially up to how much you take. One pill should have you going for a couple days, and have you aching for relief from the pressure within… I don’t know an hour? Maybe two? The more you take, the longer it will last and the faster you’ll fill up. If you take enough, it somewhat becomes self sustaining, and the only way to stop is to no longer be milked and deal with the building pressure.”

“Maybe… maybe give me one when we get back from the movie? We can cuddle and work on the script till I can’t handle it anymore?”

“That sounds nice, but only if you actually want to?”

“I want to.” Weiss decided and finally took to her glass of milk, downing it in a single chug.

Without really talking about it, both Blake and Weiss decided to dress up for their date. It would only be a couple hours out, but they wanted to make a day of it. Weiss was shocked to see that somehow, one of her dresses had gotten shuffled in with the nice pillows and sheets Blake stole from her apartment when they left Atlas. It… somehow looked better on her it had years ago when she’d gotten it. Somehow? She knew exactly how. She actually filled the dress out now! The bit that once approached her neck with a floof now served to draw the eye to a respectful amount of cleavage. Ok, maybe not respectful, but an amount Weiss was ok with, and an amount that seemed to draw Blake’s eye perfectly. Plus, now the dress actually showed off her ass how she always wished it would. Though… she had to keep her tail in close and wrapped around her waist or her leg to keep it that way.

When she was finished doing her hair- something that was still notably harder with her new ears, Weiss spotted that Blake hadn’t chosen a dress or skirt. “A suit?”

“Eh, it felt more me today.” Blake pulled at where it sat a little tight on her chest.

Weiss rolled her eyes. “How many times have you actually worn that?”

“I- I don’t really get to dress up much. Mostly just my combat outfit and casual clothes around the house.”

Weiss sighed. “I can tell.” She stepped in close and pulled at the suit’s jacket and then the shirt underneath. It took a bit of shuffling and fixing, but after a moment, she had it setting right on Blake. Funny, she thought Blake was a little more well endowed than that? Not a matter though, Blake still looked stunning in her suit.

“Oh dang… that looks… a lot better.” Blake looked over herself delighted.

“Nice!” Weiss cheered. “I’m going to do some makeup. I wanna look extra pretty for Owner; specially considering how sexy you are in that suit.” Weiss turned and shook her ass at Blake a little.

“Mhmm, maybe a little foundation, but… I’m much more interested in…” Blake grabbed Weiss by her hips, holding her firm as she pressed herself against the Kitten. “How phenomenal you already look.” She growled low and into Weiss’s ear as she began to slowly grind against her.

“F- fuck… Blake.” Weiss naturally pressed back and did her best to find just the right angle to feel~ “Mhmm Owner feels good.”

“That’s a good girl.” Blake praised and pressed her thigh up against Weiss’s crotch. “Love you sweetie.” Blake mused and slapped Weiss firmly on the ass before letting her go.

“D- damn… babe, what got into you?” Weiss bashfully pushed back the hairs that had run astray in the small show.

“Feeling a little better, plus, just excited to go out and see you in such a pretty outfit.” She shrugged before taking Weiss’s hand accompanying her to the bathroom.

“I’m glad you are feeling better love.” Weiss rested her head on Blake’s shoulder for just a moment before getting back to work.

After an amount of time Blake respected, but made rather clear that she thought it was over kill for just an afternoon movie date, Weiss finished her makeup, looking somehow more stunning. Blake only really spent a couple moments with some foundation and concealer to cover a pimple or two by her temple and nose, but aside from that, she was rather bare for added accouterments for her outfits. Weiss thought she looked fantastic even before, but Blake seemed to be wearing her skin with more and more confidence, and that was truly panty dropping.

Once ready, they walked arm in arm across the island to the theater. Only making a small detour to grab Weiss a couple pairs of shoes for the remainder of her stay on the island- however long that may end up being. She wore the heels she chose out for the rest of the date, but they got her some sandals and sneakers too. Weiss didn’t expect the latter to get much or any use, but Blake insisted she have at least one thing with real arch support.

A fluke of luck, the theater had a couple showings for the day, and one of them was even some sappy romance flick. The two split a drink and popcorn, found their seats, and had far too much fun with the dumb outdated trivia questions that preceded the film. Blake teased amidst the opening credits that “We should only had to pay for the one seat.”

“Oh? Huh? Why’s that?” Weiss questioned.

“Cause,” Blake picked Weiss up just to sit her down on her lap. “We’re only gonna use the second one for your legs.”

“Dork.” Weiss chastised but smiled and leaned into Blake, curling into her wonderful lover.

“Yeah, yeah.” Blake chuffed. “I don’t see you complaining about your seat tho.”

“Shut up and hold me.”

“That, I will happily do any day.”

The film, to Weiss’s shock was actually queer. She’d not spotted the name of the film as they headed in, Blake had only told her it was a romance. The two leads were beautiful, though Weiss still felt overwhelmed by the sheer fact that she could go to a lesbian movie with her girlfriend to notice much. A classic meet the family stick with the twist of one of them still being in the closet. The family reminded Weiss almost painfully of her own. Blake was there though, and Weiss found enough solace in her that she could get through the movie’s rougher edges. She remembered the closest thing she ever had to a girlfriend before citing a similar situation to that of the movie as a reason why they could not be together. It… brought back more buried emotions than Weiss wanted to admit.

The film continued to feel almost too real till the very end when the closeted woman’s mother somehow convinced the father to accept their daughter. If anything, that broke all her suspension of disbelief. Though, it broke her too. She cried into Blake, silently wishing her family could have come together in the end like that. But, no, that type of happy ending just wasn’t for her. Blake held her, caressed her cheek and assured her that everything would be alright. It didn’t break through the first time Blake said it, nor the second, or even the third, but eventually, Weiss actually began to believe the blasphemous words being whispered into her ear. She couldn’t believe it, but she did. They lingered in the theater even after the lights came back on, even after the usher began to clean the theater from the mess the total of ten other attendants left. They ignored as he passed in front and behind them. All that mattered was Weiss and helping her through.

With mascara ruined, Weiss emerged from the theater on Blake’s arm, just gently holding to her, keeping Blake close as she stood on her own strength. Blake was patient when she stumbled, helped the heiress back to her feet, and stayed by her when she didn’t. They arrived back home in time, but they didn’t proceed with everything they promised to before heading out. Instead, Blake slowly cleaned the smeared make up from Weiss’s face and held her on the couch till they grew hungry and desired a pizza to be delivered. It wasn’t a day for either of them to be busied with cooking. It was a day for cuddles and cuddles alone. So, that’s what they gifted to each other. It wasn’t much, but for the both of them, on that night, it was enough.

End of Chapter 48

Author’s note: If you crave to know what the film I had in mind was, I was imagining Happiest Season. I tried to make it as vague as possible, but it is a very vague description of the film.