A New Kitten Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Blake’s arms were muscular, strong and homey, but they were far from the best part of Blake’s bed. The best part was the scent. Unlike the bed Weiss had been sleeping in, this one had nothing but Blake’s odor soaked through it. She found herself pressing her nose into the pillows just to enjoy Blake’s scent and rejoice in the homelyness of it. She loved it, the heavenly sleep it gave her when combined with Blake holding her tight. She remembered Blake gently kissing and praising her as she drifted away.

When Weiss woke again, it was to the touch of a cold marker on her skin. She could remember it well, but this time she had not the slightest hint of fear for it. “Whatcha writing love?”

“Right now? ‘Spankable’, and right cross your ass. But a minute ago I was writing ‘Kiss and love’ up by your neck.” Blake laughed dryly. “You couldn’t have woken up for that one, huh?”

Weiss giggled. “Is it?”

“Is what?”

“My ass? Is it spankable?”

“Very… in fact…” Blake was quick to write something new under it.

“Hey! What are you writing! Hehe, that tickles!”

Blake leaned down and bit Weiss’s ass cheek. “Bitwble.” She answered with an oversized smirk.

“You dork!” Weiss rolled her eyes.

“It’s true. Very biteable.” Blake repeated.

“Yeah yeah.” Weiss rolled over and pulled down the blankets to survey her body. There were a litany of repeated sweet comments. ‘Perfect’, ‘Beautiful’, ‘Good Girl’, ‘Sweet Kitten’, ‘Kind’, ‘Sweet’, ‘Delicious’, ‘Loved’, and ‘Sensitive’ were littered over her along with some other notable notes of ‘Lick the good Kitten here’, and ‘Praise the perfect pussy’. Once more, Blake had drawn her symbol in a womb tattoo design. It was hot. Weiss could feel herself slicken at the sight. It was very hot, and even while still on her cycle, the thought of being bred… it was painfully alluring.

“Good?” Blake checked with a gentle caress at Weiss’s hip.

“Perfect.”

The two ended up cuddling for a good while, but Weiss was the first to interrupt their peace. “How are your friends?”

“According to his email? Jacques was very angry… trying to intimidate me- he threatened to kill them all if I went public with… with the last video.”

“Oh. Yeah. He wouldn’t much like that one, no.” Weiss winced.

“Something like that.” Blake lied.

“So… are your friends going to be ok?”

“I don’t even know he hasn’t killed them already.”

Weiss popped up from the bed. “You don’t know if they’re alive?!”

“No Idea.” A part of Blake’s soul visibly shattered off at the admission.

“I- I love you, but! But if that is the case! Then why the hell are you lounging in bed with me?!” Weiss shrilled.

“B- because Kitten.” Blake’s expression grew guilty. “They aren’t the only ones I’ve failed. And there’s nothing I can do but wait and hope for them; for you I could at least be here.” Blake shrugged.

“I- well… that’s very sweet of you, and I appreciate that…” Weiss hopped up from the bed, looking like she had a job to do; mostly because she did.

“But?” Blake followed up, fully aware it was coming.

“But, it’s unacceptable.” Weiss started looking around the room.

“Whatcha looking for babe?”

“M- my sweats… I- things are a bit of a blur last night, but I remember slipping them off…”

“That was back down in your room love.”

“Oh…” Weiss flushed. “Well… I need to go exchange my tampon, so I should go down there anyways, but… but where is your work computer?”

“Uugh…” Blake stalled. She couldn’t quite have Weiss back in that room already. Weiss seemed to have forgotten, but testing the memory suppression so hastily would be asking for it to fail.

“Fine, any computer… I- It’s fine if you don’t trust me with access to White Fang secrets.” Weiss huffed, more wanting to move along than focus on what she perceived to be an ongoing lack of trust from the woman who claimed to love her.

“Oh, babe, it’s not that- I-” When had Blake started calling Weiss babe? It was nice… but… was it right? Her feelings were earnest… maybe getting the better of her a little too often, but certainly earnest.

“You want your friends freed, no?” Weiss leveled her glare at Blake, less interested in debating whether or not she was trustworthy and more focused on actually proving her worth.

“Of course!” Blake snapped back, hurt at the insinuation that it could be anything otherwise.

“Good. Now, where is a computer?”

“I have one in the corner of the den; code’s R, P, B, Y, the number four, three, V, H, A, and then an exclamation point.”

“Ripby for ever?” Weiss scrunched up her face.

“Don’t judge me, Ruby had her girlfriend make me the computer and made the code.”

Weiss shrugged. “Meet me there in a couple minutes.”

“Ok.” Blake nodded

Weiss rushed through a very cursory shower- really just a vague washdown to get the beautiful stink of sex off of her and to feel extra clean before settling in for work. Clean and hygiene products replaced, Weiss, rather impulsively decided on something other than her sweats. She was feeling better in the new day. Cramping had begun to abate- surely thanks to Blake indulging all of her greed the previous night.

“You like those socks, don’t you Kitten?” Blake greeted with more than a hint of surprise at the Kitten’s choice of wardrobe- though far from disappointed. The Skirt and crop top did wonders for her- wonders that only felt more glorious with the cute cat paw thigh highs.

“Shut up.” Weiss gruffed, her tail flicking happily back and forth behind her in the open backed chair as she clicked through things on the computer. “I…” Weiss looked down over herself. “Wanted some of your writings to show… you wrote ‘perfect’ over my tummy and…”

“And you are Kitten. Just perfect.” Blake kissed the top of Weiss’s head.

“Thanks babe.” Weiss reached up to rub Blake’s shoulder appreciatively as she worked at something on the computer.

“So… what exactly are you doing?”

“Saving your friends.” Weiss answered, two tabs already open.

“Ok, but ho-”

“Email address and password?”

“Uugh, BBelladonna at Beacon dot vale. And… password’s the same.”

“Your friend made the password, huh?”

“Hey! I- I keep all my passwords the same; easier to remember that way… plus… it’s been a long time since Beacon fell. I miss them.”

“Sorry.” Weiss sighed. “I- I didn’t know.” She offered feeling guiltful for judging.

“It’s ok, but what did you want my email info fo-” Blake’s eyes shot open with terror at the sight of Weiss logging into her email. The first in her inbox; the reply to the email that contained all the photos and videos she’d promised never to share. She felt horrible. Not only had she betrayed Weiss, but she would have to do it again if Weiss saw. Blake’s heart raced and felt like it was trying to strangle itself as Weiss clicked on it and opened up the email. Hidden right below the fold, Blake’s biggest betrail.

“Ba da buh da ba.” Weiss murmured under her breath as she read over the email. “Yup, that’s definitely him. All the others read like this?”

“Uugh, well, no actually. They were… a lot more… restrained.” Blake forced herself from her racing mind.

“Yeah, you didn’t get him till now then. That was his assistant.” Weiss announced, happy to be of use to the cause and help her Owner? Girlfriend? Whatever they were now, she was happy to be of use.

“That… doesn't sound great.”

“What? No, this means he is actually handling it now; you have him rattled. Till now he…” Weiss’s tone sunk. “He didn’t… care…” Weiss audibly coaked up and Blake could see her hands begin to shake over the keyboard.

“Wei-”

“This is good.” Weiss’s strained voice forced out. “Ah- umm… if he’s dealing with you directly now… there’s no one to stop him or talk him out of this.”

“Weiss.” Blake whispered worriedly, but the heiress ignored her.

Weiss just clacked away at the keyboard, often misclicking and having to backtrack to make up for it. “Umm… print screen butt- oh, found it. Don’t worry about that-”

“Print? What do you need to print?” Blake’s eyes flicked up from Weiss’s shaking hands to what seemed to be an invoice document or a tax filing.

“Not print print, just… just save the picture of it on your computer.” Weiss rushed along and completely missed as she passed by all the files Blake had misappropriated the previous night. “Ok…” Weiss paused with a new, blank email set up.

“Ok? Are you? You don’t seem so-”

“You hypnotized me, didn’t you.” Weiss interrupted cold and distant. The jig was up, Blake was caught. Weiss knew. She knew it all. Of course she did this, it was just to make her sweat.

“You- you knew?”

“Of course I did.” Weiss’s shaking hands fought to calm as she rested them on the keyboard.

“But- When did you-”

“I started figuring it out a couple weeks ago.”

“What?” Blake’s brow furrowed. What did Weiss mean? The big betrail hadn’t come till last night and-

“Making it so I got incredibly horny if I thought of myself as anything other than a Kitten was a bit of a dead give away hun.” Weiss looked up to Blake who stood over her chair.

“Oh- you meant-” Blake sighed with relief. “A- and you’re not mad? I mean- if you know- why are you helping? I-”

“Because… I’m still me. If you were good enough to slip something like that into my subconscious… I mean… I am kinky and that surely helped, but…” Weiss sounded almost analytical; like she was dissecting it all from miles and miles away. “If you’re that good, I don’t know why you didn’t just try to get business secrets from me while I was under.”

“You know business secretes?”

“He’s been grooming me to take over the whole company if I didn’t step out of line again; that… and he’s lazy. That helps a good bit too. Means I had to start taking things over more and more since I got out of-”

“Since you got out of what?”

“Since my stay at the hospital.” Weiss brushed the topic away swiftly. “Anyways, if I thought you would try to ascertain such secrets, he won’t be surprised when you suddenly have them- and now that you’ve publicly humiliated me, he’ll believe I’m not acting of my own control.”

“Huh?”

“You have full access to my knowledge of Schnee Dust Company inner workings, shortcuts, and law violations without my father knowing I betrayed him.” Weiss began typing hastily.

A quick skim as Blake tried to catch up confirmed that Weiss was writing the email from Blake’s perspective and threatening him to let go of the hostages and send them on an airship to Menagerie withing the next... “Thirty minutes! Isn’t that really quick?”

“SDC is smart about how and where it broke laws. They only did it in ways that could be covered up in an afternoon. Hour if Jacques is willing to kill the right people. And… he’s willing to let me rot here; he wasn’t even willing to look at the emails his fucking self till today. We need him under time pressure. It will be too hard to hide it if we broadcast evidence in under an hour and he knows that damn well. Plus, you said your friends were strung up? I’d rather they get here ASAP to make sure they get adequate medical attention.”

“Weiss, you’re-”

“I know… I was complicit in all of it; everything he did. I know and I’m sor-” Weiss interrupted as she finished up the email only to be interrupted in turn.

“You’re amazing!” Blake gawked at the finished email.

“What?” Weiss muttered stunned.

“I would never have known all that- I- I thought my friends were…”

“I don’t advise they return to Atlas any time soon… there will likely be a shoot on sight order till power changes hands, but… keep them here? And they’ll be safe. Also, you’ll have a brand new Schnee airship, hopefully that can ease things at the White Fang.” Weiss stood from the chair, her tail curring around her exposed midriff. “I- there’s the email, you can send it… I recommend following through on the threat of going public if he doesn't comply. I- I have a dozen more things like that. I thought start small and ramp up. And, bonus, the more and more you reveal to the public, the worse SDC image will become. The easier they will be to topple.”

“Weiss…” Blake struggled to pick her jaw up from off the floor.

“You can look over it to see if it looks good, send it when you’re ready, but be prepared… if he was replying himself… you have his full and undivided attention.” Weiss trudged ahead, more or less ignoring Blake. “I- I really hope this helps; that this saves your friends.”

“Weiss! Thank you!” Blake yelled to finally get the Kitten’s attention.

“Oh… Uugh… No- no problem.” Weiss shrunk and nearly disappeared completely as Blake hugged her tight.

“Weiss, thank you so much, I-”

“It’s ok. Umm… he should be going to lunch soon.” Weiss warned. “You might want to send it now.”

“You think? But- but don’t you want breakfast or something first I feel like I should throw you a party!”

“We can eat after... I- I’ll be able to relax a little more if you know your friends are ok.”

“You sure? Is- is there anything I can do to thank you?” Blake looked around eager to return the favor.

“Can… Can I just lay at your side while it all gets sorted out? That way I will be able to rest, be close to you, and I can even help if need be?”

“You sure?”

“Certain.” Weiss nodded softly.

“Ok Kitten.” Blake grabbed a blanket from over the back of her couch and draped it over Weiss’s shoulders. “But if you actually want to lay at my side, I want you as warm and comfy as possible.”

“Thanks Owner.” Weiss smiled.

Before long the Kitten found herself at Owner’s feet under the large desk where the computer was situated. It was nicer that even she’d anticipated. Blake’s feet were a little chilly, but Weiss had been warming up and if anything felt the chill was nice to lay her back against. She may have actually liked it there too much, watching her new tail carelessly flow back and forth in her own contentment. It was nice, calming. That calm only grew when occasionally, Blake would pet her with her foot. Weiss was rather certain she purred as Blake’s big toe caressed over the back of her new ear.

It was quiet for what felt like almost too long. Maybe Weiss was just a little bored, maybe the concern over whether it would work made it feel like it was taking too long. Weiss eventually began to fidget, to roll back and forth, and even to snuggle against Blake’s leg. It was more comforting than she ever would have expected, getting to snuggle into Blake’s leg. When Blake gently wrapped her legs around Weiss’s torso, the heiress melted. If things hadn’t been so tense, she would have eagerly pulled down Blake’s pants and begun to devour. She’d yet to actually eat any of that faunus pussy… it was about time she got around to it.

“Weiss!”

“Hmm?” The Kitten stirred and snuggled into Blake’s thigh.

“Weiss, it worked!” Blake shuttered. “It worked- they’re in the ship- I- I can see them!”

“Wait! Wait! Before you give the ok!” Weiss’s ears perked up with a last minute thought.

“What?” Blake turned her head down to the heiress as she popped her head up from under the desk.

“Is it two way?”

“No, just a livestream of my friends.”

“Good!” Weiss stood to look at the monitor. The four looked… worse than worse for where; much worse. She felt horrible for what had happened to them, buy those feelings had to wait if she wanted Blake’s friends to return safely. “Tell him to turn the camera to the flight console. If anyone or a robot is on it, he could cancel the autopilot and have it turn around.”

“Oh, ok.” Blake nodded and typed it into the chat.

The camera turned quickly to reveal that nothing was there, but that didn’t satisfy Weiss. “Tell him to run a standard diagnostics test.”

“A what?”

“Just type that in, standard diagnostic test.”

In the video, Jacques walked into frame and then punched a series of commands into the flight console. Blake and Weiss waited anxiously as a small bar worked its way to full. As Weiss anticipated, the console flashed red.

***FLIGHT MALWARE DETECTED***

Reset and purge databanks?

Yes  No

“Holy fuck.”

“Tell him to purge it and have one of your friends work the autopilot.”

“Gotcha, thank you.” Blake nodded and typed in what Weiss instructed her to. Jacques followed the instructions and obediently went to leave the ship. Weiss sighed in relief and rested her head on Blake’s lap once more. That was when Blake thought to extend somewhat of an olive branch. Before Jacques stepped off of the airship, Blake sent another duo of messages.

Do you have anything you would like to say to your daughter?

She misses you, and a video of you saying something to her might help.

His figure looked down to his scroll and his shoulders fell up and down with his laughter before he turned back to the camera, shook his head, and held up a middle finger.

End of Chapter 37