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A Chance Encounter (RWBY)
🕑 Added 2018-10-19 16:14:37 +0000 UTC Weekly Poll WinnerThemes: Breeding, Pet Play, Body Writing
Summary: Jaune Arc worries at ever getting a girlfriend. Meanwhile, Blake is having problems with an unassertive Sun. The two of them leave Beacon for the night and end up running into one another at a bar in Vale. One thing leads to another and Jaune finds out just how kinky the cat faunus is...
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He felt weird, needless to say. But then, it was the first time Jaune Arc had ever been in a bar. It was the first time he’d ever had alcohol at that. Here he was though, seated on a stool, nursing a glass of some sort of drink that the bartender had recommended. As a hunter-in-training at Beacon, he was allowed to, apparently. Well, so long as he didn’t get drunk and then use his aura and hunter abilities to cause damage.
Heh, of course, Jaune was also a fraud, wasn’t he? Sure, he had his aura unlocked now thanks to Pyrrha, and she was also tutoring him every single day, but that didn’t change the fact that he’d forged his transcripts, nor did it change that Team JNPR was way more than he deserved. It was just one big mess… and besides all that, Jaune found himself bemoaning his chances of ever getting Weiss to like him.
… Maybe he was reaching there. Maybe it was silly of him to be trying to woo the Schnee Heiress. She was so far out of his league that Jaune… well, he needed another drink. Taking a swig of his current one, the blonde doesn’t quite choke this time like he did with the first gulp. It still burns going down though, but it also feels pretty damn smooth.
Regardless, was it truly ridiculous for him to want to find love? Jaune didn’t think so. Especially not when their lives were so dangerous. His parents had gotten together early on and had his oldest sister before they even graduated. It was a dog-eat-dog world out there and pairing off and making babies was just the way things went. And yet, Jaune despaired at ever getting a girlfriend, just as he despaired at ever being a respectable hunter. How was he supposed to do either when he was just so… pathetic?
Someone sits down beside him and slaps some Lien down on the table.
“Get me a drink.”
Jaune freezes at the familiar voice, even as the bartender takes the Lien.
“The usual?”
“… Yeah.”
Slowly, Jaune turns his head and looks to his right. At the same time, Blake Belladonna finally turns her head to regard him as well, and judging by her widening eyes, she had NOT actually recognized him until now.
“B-Blake?”
“Jaune?!”
For a moment, they both clamp up. Then, Blake’s drink arrives, and she takes his attention off of him for a moment to snatch it off the bar and take a big, long gulp. When she’s done, she slams the glass back down and looks at him.
“What’re you doing here, Jaune?”
The moment of shock and hesitation has clearly passed quickly for her, while for him its… well, he’s not nearly as confident or self-assured.
“I, um, I… j-just getting a drink?”
Blake’s eyes slide down to the glass in his own hand, and she snorts derisively.
“What do you have to drink about, huh?”
Indignation rises in his chest, even as he flushes with embarrassment. Before Jaune can think it through, he blurts out the first thing to come to mind, completely off the cuff.
“Well, a lack of a girlfriend for one. Why, you offering?”
Blake’s eyes widen at the brazen come-on, while Jaune has to fight not to react in the same way to his stupid mouth. He’s half-ready for a beating, only for Blake to throw her head back and laugh. For a moment, Jaune thinks she’s laughing at him, and his neck gets all the hotter as he grits his teeth. But then Blake’s hand is on his arm and her lips are at his ear.
“Let’s get out of here, Jaune. I know a place nearby.”
Wait, what? How… was this seriously happening? Blake’s hand squeezes his arm in a surprisingly intimate way and her breath ghosts across his ear, and then she’s pulling away from him, slipping off the barstool just as quickly as she’d gotten onto it. She takes a few steps and then turns, giving him a nice profile of her backside as she plants a hand on a hip and grins.
“Coming?”
Jaune swallows thickly and tries to keep his eyes off Blake’s ass, failing completely while nodding rapidly and leaping off his own stool.
“Y-Yeah, I mean… yes! Coming!”
And like that, they’re leaving the club and as Blake leads him into another part of vale, Jaune doesn’t know what to think. Is he dreaming? Well, if he is, Jaune Arc endeavors to enjoy every last minute of it until he wakes up.
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Blake doesn’t know what’s going through Jaune’s head, as she sits him down on the bed in a hastily purchased hotel room and retreats to the bathroom to get ready. Scratch that, she has a pretty good idea of what he’s thinking. He IS a boy after all, and he did come with her to a hotel, so they could fuck. He probably doesn’t know the first thing about real sex though, but then that’s the point, isn’t it?
Put bluntly, Blake was in a bit of a rut. She had a boyfriend, not that she and Sun were public about their relationship. And that was good too, or Jaune might not have come with her. Regardless, Sun was… a nice enough guy, sure, but he was also completely unassertive. He didn’t know how to treat her, or more like, he THOUGHT he knew how to treat her, and he was completely wrong.
Blake had some very specific tastes when it came to bedroom play, and though Sun tried to do a few of the things she demanded of him, it was obvious that he was uncomfortable with it. Jaune though… while he was nervous right now, that was likely because he was a virgin and didn’t know the first thing about sex. But he was eager and willing to learn… which meant Blake could mold him to her preferences.
Was it wrong to take advantage of Jaune in this way? Blake smirks as she finishes stripping out of her clothes, before drawing a black marker from her pouch and uncapping it. Left in nothing but the choker she always wore around her neck, the cat faunus uses the bathroom mirror to begin writing on herself in strategic places.
Maybe she was in the wrong for doing this to Jaune… but if she was, Blake didn’t care. If she was… she didn’t want to be right. She needed this itch scratched, and fucking hell, she was going to get it scratched.
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Jaune was nervous, how could he not be? But one thing that could chase away nervousness like nothing else was surprise and shock. And boy was he both of those, when after about ten minutes, Blake came out of the bathroom. Oh, but she didn’t just come out freshened up and ready for whatever it was they were going to do together.
Staring, the blond boy finds himself open-mouthed, his jaw hanging as he watches Blake crawl out of the bathroom on her hands and knees, her cat ears twitching and her tail limp along her naked ass cheeks. Wait, tail? Jaune’s brow furrows as he considers that for a moment, something about it seeming odd. It takes him a second to realize what’s wrong… Blake doesn’t HAVE a tail.
And yet there it is. Staring at it, he eventually goes bright red at the realization that the ‘tail’ isn’t coming from Blake’s tailbone… it’s protruding out from between her round ass cheeks, likely… likely… oh d-dear. Blake finally makes it to him, and as she stops in front of him and sits back on her haunches, showing him her front, Jaune can only swallow.
Its not just that she’s naked, its not that she has a, uh… a tail plug. No, more than that, there’s writing all over her body, writing that she likely put there herself. Most prominently featured are the words “JAUNE’S BREEDING SOW” across the front of her chest, right above her plump, perky tits and below the choker she always wears that right now feels a LOT more like a collar.
Beneath her tits, centered on her midriff, is an arrow going down to her navel. Above the arrow are more words that have Jaune licking his lips subconsciously. “FUCK HERE!” Well, now he knew why she’d taken so long, he supposed. Still… w-what was all this? Luckily, Blake is there to ‘help’ him understand.
“I’m sorry I took my time, Master. I know I’ve been a naughty little bitch who desperately deserves punishment, but please don’t hurt me too badly, alright?”
Batting her eyelashes, Blake pouts, even as she keeps her hands palm down atop her legs, her arms pressing her tits together and presenting them, as well as the rest of her body, to him. And Jaune? Jaune isn’t THAT oblivious. You’d have to be the densest human being on Remnant to not get what Blake was truly saying. Or maybe it was just what he wanted her to be saying, because right now he had the most painful erection of his life.
Shit, she’d stop him if he went too far right? And since they both had aura, there was no real chance of true damage… right? Standing up, Jaune begins to unbuckle his belt and pull down his jeans and boxers. He just can’t wait another moment; his cock is straining within the tight confines of his pants and it really fucking hurts. The young man lets out an audible sigh of relief when his girth finally springs free of its confines, while Blake gasps in shock, her eyes going wide and then crossed as she finds herself staring at the biggest cock she’s ever seen.
Stepping forward, Jaune wastes no time in placing a hand in Blake’s hair, right between her cat ears. Gripping, he pulls her in, hesitatingly only a little as he rubs his cock all over her face with his other hand.
“Suck it, uh… slut. Prove your… loyalty?”
Despite his tone being more questioning and unsure than commanding, Blake opens wide and does as she’s told, even allowing him to thrust all the way in as Jaune groans at the heavenly feel. Shit, her mouth feels wonderful and her throat… h-holy hell! Before Jaune even knows what, he’s doing, he’s railing into Blake Belladonna’s throat, pounding her esophagus with his cock, choking and gagging her on his meaty member.
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
And the best part is, she just takes it! She takes it like… like a whore! Or… or a pet! His pet, his breeding sow. Jaune’s gaze slide down past his cock and Blake’s face, involuntary tears welling up in her eyes and slobber collecting on her chin. The words “JAUNE’S BREEDING SOW” stare back up at him. It was probably just a one-time thing. Blake hadn’t meant to run into him at the bar, and she’d very clearly written this stuff on herself while she was in the hotel bathroom just now.
So, he might as well enjoy himself, right? Feeling his release welling up inside of him, Jaune doesn’t hold back. He cums, and as he does so, he buries Blake’s face in his crotch, groaning as his balls slap against her chin and then stay there, his cock filling her mouth and her throat to the brim, leaving nowhere else for his seed to go but down. Still, even as good a job as Blake does swallowing most of his load, a fair share of it ends up exploding out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth as well as she chokes on the latter half of the release.
Staring down into her dazed eyes, looking at her ruined face, Jaune can’t help but be turned on… even as his respect for the cat faunus dwindles even further.
“You’re a slut, Blake. You’re a slutty little kitty cat. My pet kitty cat… my breeding sow. What does that mean, huh? You want me to knock you up with my big f-fat cock? Want me to rail you silly until all you can think about is getting bred day in and day out?”
Blake’s eyes remain on his face and her tongue lashes against his shaft as he eases it in and out of her mouth. Because he’s still hard. He’s still raring to go… and right now, he’s just deciding where he wants this next load to end up. In the end though, there’s really only one option, isn’t there? Blake yelps as he pulls out of her mouth with a pop and tosses her onto the bed, but she doesn’t try to resist, instead simply pushing herself up onto her hands and knees as he in turn crawls up behind her.
Grabbing hold of the tail coming out of her ass, Jaune gives it an experimental tug, confirming that its lodged firmly in her back door.
“Slut…”
The word leaves his mouth, even as he uses his other hand to guide his saliva-covered cockhead into Blake’s sopping wet cunt. She’s more than ready for him, though she still moans and even squeals as he penetrates her, her insides clenching down tightly even as they stretch around his girth. It’s like she’s never had sex before, but Jaune high doubts that if she has the confidence to present herself like this to him. He’s the virgin here, not her… but he’s also the one in control, and he kind of likes that.
Smacking her ass HARD, Jaune grunts as he fucks Blake in earnest. But even as he does so, he finds himself wanting more. He wants…
“Where’s the pen, pet?”
Blake moans, but a moment later, he’s presented with a black marker. She’d had it in her hand the entire time, and he just hadn’t noticed it. Grinning like a loon, Jaune uncaps the thing and holds Blake’s ass in place, even as he continues to pound into her while writing on her butt cheek. The words “Fuck Toy” stare back at him in sloppy lettering when he’s done, and Jaune feels a fresh pulse of arousal at seeing them written on Blake’s flesh. Meanwhile, Blake is obviously getting off on it as well, the strangest mewling leaving her throat and her hips bouncing back into his cock harder and faster.
Jaune proceeds to write even more degrading things all over his pet kitty cat’s body, panting breathlessly as he adorns her flesh with such classics as “Cum Dump”, “Cock Slut”, “Free Use Whore” and the like. Whatever stupid, ridiculous, but most of all lewd things pop into his head, the young man writes them on Blake’s back.
And she loves it. Jaune makes sure to tell her each time what he’s written on her, disparaging and degrading her verbally, even as he fucks her roughly. Blake clenches down HARD around his cock again and again, and ultimately Jaune realizes she’s actually cumming, her orgasms bringing him closer and closer to his own.
But then, where else is he supposed to cum? She IS his breeding sow. With a victorious shout and a triumphant grunt, Jaune cums inside of Blake, filling her inner passage with his seed, pumping most of his load directly into the cat faunus’ womb. In response, Blake arches her back and tilts her head towards the ceiling, positively shrieking her own explosive finish as she orgasms one last time from the feel of him cumming inside of her.
And then it’s done, and Blake slumps forward, prone, Jaune’s cock slipping out of her slick insides and just oozing the last bits of his cum down onto her. Kneeling there, staring down at Blake’s graffiti adorned body, Jaune can only think of one thing to do. He reaches over and grabs his scroll, opening it up and starting video.
Blake notices of course, her eyes widening as she twists to look up at him. But she makes no move to stop him as he takes in all of her with the scroll, a wild grin on his face.
“For posterity’s sake, pet. Say hi to the camera and tell everyone watching just who and what you are.”
It was a gamble, sure, but Jaune was riding high on practically everything at this point. If this was what got his ass beat twelve ways to Sunday, then fuck it… he’d take the beating with a smile on his face and memories to last him a lifetime. In the end though, that’s not how it goes. In the end… Jaune’s gamble pays off as Blake bats her eyelashes again, pouting mightily up at the camera, her freshly fucked body with degrading writing all over it fully on display.
“Hi, everyone. I’m Blake Belladonna… and I’m my Master’s loyal Breeding Sow.”
Jaune lets out a happy and perhaps partially relieved sigh, before shutting the scroll off and grinning at Blake.
“Not going to show that to anyone… ever. But god if it isn’t the hottest thing in the world.”
Biting her lower lip, Blake wiggles her rump in his direction, the tail plug in between her butt cheeks wiggling too.
“Have I been a good girl, Master? Do I get a reward?”
Reaching down and grabbing Blake by the hips, Jaune draws her up onto her knees and with a lot more confidence then he’d had at the beginning of the night, gives her a wicked grin and a nod.
“Oh yeah… in fact, I think my pet is due for another thick, sticky load of cream-filling.”
Blake opens her mouth to speak, but Jaune is already inside of her, filling her cum-plastered insides with his massive meat rod all over again, turning whatever, she might have said into a fresh moan of pleasure as she just lays there and takes it, and Jaune gives her all he has.
Maybe… maybe following in his parents’ footsteps wouldn’t be so hard after all.
Comments
santhinal
jesus christ this was one of your best works I love it! please make it a series and add the sequel to the list of prompts soon!
TheSinful
Damn and I felt discouraged by 8ish weeks of trying to get a prompt in
TheDistur6edGuy
FINALLY! Eleven months of guaranteed prompts have payed off, lol! Loved it, as always!
Fallenasgardian
Damn hope you do a sequel to this wouldnt mind more blake and juane stories
