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Pyrrha was sitting on the couch, lazily watching TV (a sports show, where the hosts were debating how Pyrrha would fare in the Vacuan Open… trying their best to make it sound like there was a chance it wouldn’t be a shutout) when she suddenly felt the familiar sense of a nose poking into her leg.
She smiled and looked down at Blake, who looked up with mischievous eyes.
“Up?” she asked, and Blake leapt up onto her lap, curling up and purring contentedly. Pyrrha idly stroked her hair, going back to watching TV.
A year ago, just the thought of a naked woman lying on her lap would have caused Pyrrha to completely shut down, but now, it had become so routine that she hardly even noticed. One day a week, their apartment had a pet cat. They left out a saucer of milk and a bowl of tuna, pet her, and brushed her hair. And recently, after a furiously blushing Blake asked them to, they’d started putting a tail plug inside her and putting fake paws on her hands. But in spite of that sudden turn, it still wasn’t sexual—well, as non-sexual as stuffing a tail plug up your naked friend’s butt could be—and was just part of Blake getting into the role.
It was something they had discovered just before graduation. Jaune had unlocked his Semblance, Aura Amp, but had mostly practiced it with the members of his team. Ruby was interested in seeing what her Semblance was like with a boost, but was so thrilled with the results, she insisted that he try it with the rest of his team. Pyrrha had been slightly apprehensive about the way Weiss blushed as she felt Jaune’s aura course through her (Pyrrha knew damn well that her boyfriend’s Semblance felt wonderful), but there hadn’t been any incidents. Weiss’s glyphs were enhanced, Yang was practically impervious to damage, and Blake… had declined. She was in one of her moody periods after her break up with Sun and so she wasn’t interested in practicing.
But Pyrrha, Nora, and Yang had taken her out for a night on the town and after they’d cheered her up, they’d gotten her to agree to try it out, just for Ruby’s sake. So the next day, Jaune, Ruby, and Pyrrha met with Blake in one of the training rooms, Jaune fired up his Semblance, and…
Blake dropped to all fours and meowed happily, nuzzling her cheek against Jaune’s leg.
For a while, there was just panic and uncertainty, then Ruby had the idea to race off to get the Headmaster, which Pyrrha had thought was a terrible idea, until he showed up and actually was useful.
Arguably for the first time since Pyrrha had gotten to Beacon.
He deduced that Jaune’s Semblance amplified her aura, but the aura was an extension of the soul, a person’s essential nature, and, as a Faunus, Blake had essential elements of a cat within her that became amplified by Jaune’s power. All they had to do was wait for the Semblance to wear off, keep Blake from licking her arms and legs too much, and then explain to her (exceedingly red faced) what had happened.
What Pyrrha had not expected was for Blake to quietly ask her if she would mind if she… asked Jaune to use his Semblance on her again? And a while after they did that, she asked if she could do it again. And then again. And soon, Blake no longer had to ask permission.. Until she was asking if Jaune and Pyrrha would mind if (and she blushed redder than Ruby’s hood at this!) she… wasn’t wearing any clothes while under his Semblance. And they’d agreed. And that was their arrangement.
Through it all, Blake had one rule—they were not in a relationship. Jaune and Pyrrha were the ones who were dating, Jaune and Pyrrha were the ones getting a place together, Blake was purely doing this for stress relief, and even if kitty Blake really liked rubbing her naked body against Jaune, that didn’t mean anything about regular Blake or her feelings for anyone.
And Pyrrha had… actually gotten used to it. Kitty Blake was a fixture of their lives once a week (or more if she was really stressed) who Pyrrha had come to accept as a distinct figure from Friend Blake. And right now she was running her hand up and down her back, enjoying the quiet mewls and soft purrs she received as Blake made herself comfortable on her lap.
Or… at least, she tried to make herself comfortable. Usually, Blake just wanted to be somewhere warm where she could be pet (Jaune’s lap was her #1 choice, but she didn’t mind Pyrrha’s, especially on lazy days like this), but today, it seemed that she just couldn’t get comfortable.
“Come on, Blakey,” Pyrrha sighed, “You caaaaaaaan’t...” her voice went high as she felt Blake rub… part of herself against Pyrrha’s knee, and that’s when Pyrrha realized that she was very, very wet.
And that she kept trying to rub herself against Pyrrha’s knee.
“Ummm… Blake?” Pyrrha asked, only receiving a content mewl in response as Blake meowed and rubbed herself against her. Maidens, she was wet! Was she in-
Was she in…
Was… she… in… heat?
Pyrrha realized that Ozpin’s explanation said Blake was just experiencing the feeling of having an amplified cat nature, and something like a heat cycle would be in line with what was described. And that meant…
“JAUNE!” she hollered as she tried to hold Blake away from masturbating on her, the girl squirming against her grip, “YOU NEED TO GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!”
It was only a moment before Jaune burst in, and his jaw dropped as his brain shut down at the sight that was awaiting him.
“I… wha...”
“I think Blake’s in heat! Help me… stop her from, ugh, literally humping my leg!”
“Oh, uh, yeah- okay!” her less than articulate boyfriend said as he darted to her side to help pull Blake away, the cat—well, the girl— yowling and hissing all the while. Fortunately, her fluffy paw gloves had no claws to scratch with, but that didn’t stop her from trying.
“No!” Jaune commanded, forcefully, “Bad!”
For all the good it did trying to tell a cat to do anything.
“Can you snap her out of it?” she asked.
Jaune shook his head. “Not until my aura burns out of her, and since she doesn’t use much aura when she’s... a cat, I’ve basically dosed her for the rest of the day, so...”
Pyrrha groaned. How in the hell was she supposed to explain this to Blake when she came to? Could she not explain it? She’d kept her feelings for Jaune bottled up for over a year until Nora decided that she wasn’t going to let her best friend’s obsession turn into stalking or just exploding, so she tied the both of them up while they were sleeping and made Pyrrha admit that she was in love with him… and Jaune admitted he had feelings for her as well.
But that wasn’t like… this. Pyrrha knew she wouldn’t be able to hide her embarrassment when Blake came back to, got dressed, and asked how it went. Even if she could keep from blurting it out, she’d certainly blush. And if she didn’t blush, Blake was nothing like Jaune: she didn’t miss much. It wouldn’t work. She’d know. Maybe not exactly what happened, but she’d know that something happened. And that’d be enough to make Pyrrha just die of embarrassment.
What was making it even worse was the way Jaune was trying to calm down the struggling Blake. He was being gentle, even loving, but his grip was firm, and… Pyrrha just wanted to see him slip up. To have Blake get loose, to have her, moaning and writhing, on her husband like a cat and heat. And if Jaune turned that strength on her, reminding Blake that she was his pet, and…
Pyrrha was starting to realize that her face was growing hot as she was picturing things… she really shouldn’t be picturing.
“She’s not calming down,” Jaune admitted, snapping Pyrrha back to reality, “And I can’t just hold her in place for a couple more hours, so...”
“So… what?”
Jaune blushed. “Should we just… leave her in the bedroom and let her take care of herself?”
Now Pyrrha’s face felt really hot. But something, some perverse spirit within her, compelled some words out of a part of her she didn’t know existed, coming out in barely a squeak: “Do we… is that the only way we could help her?”
Looking at her without comprehension, Jaune cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean?”
Ohhhhhh, this was a mistake. This was a mistake.
But one she was making anyways.
“I mean… if we were to...” she swallowed, not believing she was about to suggest this to her boyfriend, “‘help her out,’ you know, she’d probably… not make as much a mess of things...”
Jaune’s jaw dropped, and in his momentary lapse of focus, Blake broke free from his grip, and, with a sultry purr, pressed her breasts into his face and wiggled her hips against what was surely a hardon. A big one, Pyrrha knew. A big, meaty cock that could be pushed into Blake’s wet slit and make their kitty meow like a-
And she was back to thinking things she really should not think.
“...Okay.”
Okay? What did he mean by-
OKAY?
“Jaune, are you-”
“Yeah,” Jaune nodded, his voice half a groan as Blake kept rubbing him, “We’ll just… finger her until she… calms down...”
Trying not to swoon, Pyrrha scooted down the couch to where her boyfriend was now facing their pet’s amorous assault, but as she got closer, Blake suddenly hissed at her, making Pyrrha reel back.
“No!” Jaune said, his sudden forcefulness making even Blake stop rubbing him. “Bad kitty! You do not hiss at Pyrrha! No!”
Blake, knowing she was in trouble, whined, but Jaune stood firm. “Pyrrha,” he said, still focusing a disapproving gaze at their misbehaving kitty, “Could you come over here?”
She approached again, and Blake moved to hiss, but she seemed to realize that it would only get her in more trouble.
“Good girl, Blake, good girl,” he said, stroking her back, making Blake whimper with need at his touch. “Pyrrha? Give our good girl a reward...”
Turning her around on his lap, he spread Blake’s legs and Pyrrha got the unexpectedly mouthwatering sight of her good friend’s slit, spread open, revealed, and soaking wet. She carefully moved a hand towards her, stroking her pudenda, then allowing a finger to slip in. Blake purred in pleasure as her finger went deep inside her, sliding down the ridges of her vaginal walls, her thumb rubbing her clit. She realized Jaune was groping and kneading her breasts, which might not technically fit the details of what they were supposed to be doing, but it was just so damn hot!
The couple mercilessly set into their pet, letting her gasp and whine as they played with her needy body, making her hips buck against Pyrrha’s hands, her neck under attack from Jaune’s kisses. They were training her, Pyrrha realized, training her to be their good girl, their good kitty, their pet. She was helpless in their grasp, her mind assaulted by primal, animalistic instincts that made her uncontrollably horny and desperately needing their touch… and if they were lucky, if Pyrrha’s fantasies could come true, soon their Blakey would realize that she needed more than just fingers…
With a sudden yowl, Blake interrupted Pyrrha’s thoughts before they could get to the good parts, soaking her hand as she came. Pyrrha kept fingering her, knowing that she could be made to feel even better, but Jaune stopped her. With a pout, she withdrew her hand from Blake’s snatch and let Jaune, tenderly, lay her down on the couch.
He covered her in a blanket, but almost as soon as the fabric touched her, Blake suddenly sat up.
“Huh… did I… I feel...”
Pyrrha knew she’d turned beet red. So did Jaune.
“I feel… good...” she said with a sigh that sent shivers down her body and made Pyrrha breathe a sigh of relief. “Wow, that was… that was a good session! What all happened?”
They glanced at each other, trying to think of what the hell they could say.
“Oh, um,” Jaune chose to be the one struggling to find explanation, “So, things didn’t, uh, go how they, um, usually go?”
“Oh?” she asked, her eyes still a little bleary and unfocused.
Pyrrha stepped in for her mortified boyfriend. “Blake, we… um,” why did she do that, why did she do that? “We think you, uh, went into your, uh… well, you know how Jaune’s Semblance strengthens your animal side as a Faunus, well...”
“You went into heat!” Jaune blurted out, tactlessly.
Though, Pyrrha had to admit, she was very glad it was him instead of her who said it.
Blake turned bright red, the three of them just staring at each other in mortified silence.
Finally, Blake whispered, “Did you guys...”
“Yeah...” Pyrrha admitted in a throaty voice, “We did.”
“Umm… did you...” she quietly gestured towards Jaune’s crotch.
“No!” Pyrrha shot out, “We just, um… fingered you...”
Her voice grew weaker with every word, partially because of how embarrassing it was to say it, but also because Blake had made a very distracting revelation.
Namely, that she seemed disappointed by Pyrrha’s answer.
Not waiting for Jaune to ruin her chance, Pyrrha knew she had to speak up. “Do you… do you mind if-”
“Pyrrha!” Jaune cried, but she wasn’t about to be stopped.
“-if you’re in heat, do you want us to take care of you?”
Blake bit her lip… then nodded. “If- if that’s, um, okay with-”
“It is.” Pyrrha said, her voice as much a challenge as a statement.
There was a momentary silence. Then Jaune just laughed.
“You know,” he said, flashing both of them a roguish grin, “every part of my life’s been insane since I first went to Beacon. This really only makes sense.”
They all had a laugh at that, but Pyrrha certainly didn’t miss the small, secretive, and above all else, relieved smile that crossed Blake’s face.
“Yeah, ugh, yeah, that’s it...” Pyrrha panted, three fingers in her sopping pussy, drinking in the sight before her. “Fuck your kitty. She’s so wet for you, she needs you so bad!”
Jaune just kept dutifully screwing their Blakey, now with a collar and nametag proclaiming that fact alongside her catspaw gloves, into the mattress. He was taking her from behind, and Blake was making rough squeaks and tender mewls as her face was pushed into their bedsheets, a trickle of drool forming a small wet spot next to her mouth.
She’d been so full of fire when Jaune had first amplified her aura—and her wild side—this session, but, as always, Jaune’s cock proved to be too much for her little kitty mind to handle. By the third orgasm, she’d gone from thrashing about the bedroom, yowling and pouncing, to an overwhelmed mess… but Pyrrha wasn’t going to let her take a breather.
And besides, Pyrrha was really horny now, too.
Crawling onto the bed, she spread her legs before Blake with a smirk. “Oh, Blakey~” she said with a sing-song voice, “Don’t you want a treat? Some pussy for our pussy?”
She sniffed Pyrrha’s slit suspiciously, then took a tentative, dutiful lick… which ignited a sudden, unexpected desire in Pyrrha that drove her to grab Blake by the hair and press her face into Pyrrha’s crotch. The startled cat could hardly struggle against her, just lapping away at her folds as Pyrrha enjoyed the momentum of her boyfriend manly thrusts course through their kitty and bump her against Pyrrha’s thighs.
“Mmmmm, gods Jaune, I am so glad we got a cat!” she giggled.
“She’s such a good pet,” he moaned, obviously close to release.
“Don’t hold back!” she teased, “Our sweet little kitten’s earned her reward!”
It seemed her words were enough to push him over the edge.
“Nnnnnggaaaah!” Jaune gasped as he released into her, making Blake’s tongue spasm wildly as she came as well, this last orgasm being enough to turn her cross-eyed. The exhausted cat slumping to the bed, completely worn out.
An effect they’d discovered was that the vigorous sex of a Huntsman and a Huntress did actually use up a good amount of aura, like any other form of physical exertion, just that the aura was usually replenished by the burst of positivity that came with intercourse. So the amount of Jaune’s aura Blake used up to spend a full day lounging around in sunbeams and eating tuna could be burnt up in a vigorous pounding from her boyfriend’s cock. And so, the effects of Jaune’s Semblance usually lifted not too long after a few climaxes.
As Blake came to, she blinked for a moment as she realized where she was… then she sighed in contentment, rubbing her thighs together and hearing the squish of Jaune’s cum dripping out of her.
“Mmmm...” she sighed, “You two are the bessssssst.”
“Anytime,” Pyrrha said with a smirk.
“But we’re not-” she took a moment to catch her breath, “but we’re not in a relationship. This is, hah, strictly a stress relief thing. Until my heat cycle, hah, wraps up.”
Pyrrha and Jaune both were quick to reassure her that they didn’t expect anything more, but to be blunt… Pyrrha suspected that Blake wasn’t really in heat. Heat cycles didn’t last this long in cats. So it was probably a different part of the soul Jaune’s Semblance was amplifying, and Blake was just really fucking horny.
But still, Pyrrha was very much enjoying having their horny little pet once a week (though usually more) to play with, so she wasn’t going to try to spoil the fun. If Blake wanted to pretend that this wasn’t really a booty call, Pyrrha was happy to let her have that.
After she recovered, Jaune offered her a glass of water, which she took, and Pyrrha asked if she’d like to stay the night, which she also accepted… though she declined Pyrrha’s offer that she join them in the Master Bedroom.
“Like I said,” she replied with a raised eyebrow, “this isn’t a relationship, so don’t treat me any differently than you would any of your other friends when I’m not… you know.”
“Well, your loss,” Pyrrha replied, “because Jaune’s an excellent cuddler, and kitty Blake loves his cuddles...”
Jaune blushed at that, but even more so, Pyrrha caught the tiny, pinkish hue that crossed Blake’s cheeks as she looked away from Pyrrha’s eyes and mumbled something about needing a shower.
As she left the room, Pyrrha realized that she was still a little frisky from their session. She had hoped to be able to get Blake to cross the line from being their kitty Blake pet and being their full-time sex kitten, but there was something else she was excited to try out. Something in a box in her closet that Jaune hadn’t seen just yet.
“Um… honey,” Pyrrha dangled the fox ears and tail in her hand, “You know, seeing how Blake gets, I was wondering...”
Jaune blinked at her in incomprehension. “But my Semblance doesn’t affect humans like… ohhhhhhhh.”
Then he smiled and Pyrrha felt a surge of excitement course through her!
“Velvet, what’s our status with the Lavender-”
“Already figured it out!” Velvet said as she passed Blake a manilla folder with her talking points and notes for the interview. Blake flipped through it, then smiled to her assistant as she saw how complete the report was.
“Wow… that’s pretty much all I need—excellent work, Velvet, we’re ahead of schedule!”
Velvet smiled. Blake was quick to praise and if working for a Faunus Rights organization wasn’t reward enough, having Blake for a boss certainly made things so much better!
“And your ten o’clock’s been canceled, so you’ve got an hour free,” she told her boss cheerfully.
Blake gave her a raised eye, “I get the feeling someone’s trying to butter me up for something...”
Velvet just laughed. “Can’t your favorite personal assistant just want to make sure her boss is in a good mood? I like to think that I’m good at my job,” she added with a smirk.
“Fair, fair,” Blake smiled back, “So, are we looking for girltalk, then? Want to brag about how things are going with Coco and your new poly relationship?”
Giggling, Velvet blushed, but her ears stood tall with secret pride. “It’s been a lot of fun,” she admitted, “And thank you for introducing us to Ilia, she’s wonderful. And it’s good to have another Faunus to have my back when Coco gets teasing.”
“Anytime,” Blake smiled.
But now, it was time for Velvet to reveal that Blake was right: she did have an ulterior motive. Because as much as she liked Blake and liked working for Blake, something had definitely changed in the past month, and Velvet was dying to find out. Especially if it was a guy—Ilia was fun and all, but she clearly still carried a torch for Blake and Velvet wouldn’t mind helping the two of them find love.
“I have to say, Blake…” she started, cautiously, “you really seem to be in a good mood recently—what’s got you all positive and upbeat?”
Blake bit her lip, then gave Velvet a conspiratorial look. “Well…” she began, “you have to keep this a secret, but… you remember Jaune Arc, from Beacon? Well, his Semblance has an interesting effect...”