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It was a long walk home.
Normally, Blake didn't mind it, the trip from the subway to her apartment let her feel connected to the neighborhood and feeling like she was a part of the city of Vale, a weave in the fabric of community. But today, it was overcast, looking to start pouring on her at any minute, it was hot and muggy, her bag was feeling really heavy on her shoulder, and, yeah, all of it was made so much worse because literally everything was stressing her out.
Things were not where they were supposed to be for the Rally next month, Sienna had (as always) talked a big game about the importance of organizing and doing the work, but, of course, Blake kept finding out that she was the one letting people know that they were being considered as speakers because, before Blake brought it up, Sienna certainly hadn’t told Marrow or Tukson that they were who she wanted at the event. Which put her in an awkward spot and made the whole organization look incompetent. Almost as much as the fact that she had a bag full of flyers because everyone had an excuse why they couldn’t canvas… she knew Jaune would help out, thank the Brothers he’d just pop on his headphones and take a few turfs for her, but it shouldn’t fall on her boyfriend to be doing so much legwork for the organization!
And she had to have a draft of her paper ready by Sunday for the Post-Colonial reading group to give her feedback—if she was lucky, they’d actually read it first—and she already knew her basic claim on how Ariadne influenced Mistralian Modernism had a big jump she didn’t have an answer for… And there were essays she still had to grade and Reese in her Women and Gender Studies reading group had said something that wasn’t racist, but it just… very human feminist and it really made Blake feel very aware of the fact that she was the only Faunus in the group, and yeah, she was the one Faunus friend for everyone in the group.
So as she fumbled with her keys and made her way up the stairs to her third floor apartment, Blake was a little stressed. And her apartment wouldn't be a sanctuary from stress because she had to get on those papers and get more grading done and it felt like nothing was making her pile of work getting any smaller! Things were frustrating and she was…
As she stepped into her apartment, Blake realized that things were quieter than she expected.
“Jaune?” she called out, surprised not to hear anything from him as she came in the door… only to remember that tonight, he had his D&D game. Which… meant she was home alone, worn down, and feeling like she really just needed to unwind. And that had her thinking… no, no, she couldn't. There were a lot of things she needed to get done tonight, she had stuff she really ought to not procrastinate on, and maybe she could just…
Okay, no, she needed this. She was always talking about how she needed to prioritize herself, and tonight, she was going to do that.
Tossing her bag on the couch… actually, Blake carefully picked up her bag and stashed it in the closet, out of sight. Something about… putting all her heavy books, her laptop, the stacks and stacks of leaflets out of sight and out of mind helped her put that side of her away for tonight. No stress, no worries, they were not part of Blake’s day anymore. Because Blake was going to the bedroom now, going into her closet, into the back of her closet, and fetching a box that held a very special item that was now before her.
A leather collar.
With a metal tag reading “BLAKE.”
Blake grinned, taking it up in her hands, admiring the weight as she unclasped it and put it around her neck. Closing it, she let her hands down and took a moment to just… exhale all her worries and problems and then… inhale new thoughts. Fresher thoughts. Thoughts that needed a proper outfit.
Stripping off her clothes, Blake shed her appearance as a professional—though very stressed—graduate student and activist. With every piece that came off, Blake felt like another worry was cast off until she was standing there naked, save for a collar. Putting her fingers on the leather, feeling it wrapped around her neck, she closed her eyes and let a faint shiver of pleasure run over her body. It felt very… natural. Not just to be bare, but with the collar on her… Blake felt her body pull her back to the closet to find something even more natural to wear.
Opening her eyes, she flipped through a few outfits on the far side, her kinkier clothes. Lingerie sets Coco had peer pressured her into buying, cosplay outfits from Ninjas of Love (and an Elven Princess from that show Jaune liked that she’d surprised him with for his birthday), and then… her maid outfit. A skimpy black-and-white Valean Maid outfit, its tiny, frilly skirt giving a sexy little poof right over the ass it barely covered, its dark bustier nicely presenting her boobs, and, above it all, not just presenting her as a hot sex object—though it definitely did that—it marked her as a servant. When she put on the cute little headdress, she knew she was embracing an image her mother’s generation had fought to cast off, that Faunus womanhood was meant for servitude and submission. But with Jaune, she could put all those assumptions, all those stereotypes right back on and feel so… deliciously sexy as she did it!
Fully dressed, she took up her feather duster and, after making a quick flounce and poise in front of the mirror to check that she was absolutely perfect, she set about to her natural purpose in keeping the home clean.
It might not seem particularly intuitive how Blake could de-stress by doing more work, but this wasn’t “work” in the way all her other stressors were. She just had to… step back a little, think less, respond to the needs of the house rather than have to strategize and plan. She simply let her body move her as she dealt with the real problems in her life: a messy home!
Jaune kept a tidy apartment, but there were still a few items to pick up, surfaces to dust, things… to help get into the mindset. Because it wasn’t just the outfit that Blake was into, it was the way that scrubbing the cooktop helped scrub her mind of her college degree and her activism and her values and her pride… good Faunus maids didn’t have time for such things! They were just too busy making sure the Master’s home was in tip-top shape! She wouldn't allow an untidy home, she couldn't imagine the shame as she flitted about, making sure everything was as neat and clean as the Master expected!
And dinner would be expected promptly when he returned! Hardly enough time in the day to do everything Sir would expect of his dutiful maid. Blake quickly darted to the kitchen, loving the way her heels click-click-clicked across the floor, neat staccato steps that made her feel so incredibly sexy. Heels were proper attire for a maid, the higher the better. Her derriere was put well on display, swaying from side to side with every step as she made her way into the kitchen and set about preparing a meal. A proper meal.
Red meat. A meal for a man, no veggie substitutes or instant noodles. Cooking it felt primal to Blake, like her ancestors must have done before, Faunus servants turning the spit over a flame to ensure the meat was properly roasted for the upstairs family, the human family, proper Masters of the House, attended to by many, many serving girls…
Blake closed her eyes in rapturous imagination, just letting her body run on autopilot, just… knowing how to cook and serve a human, as was her right and proper due! Mmmmm, it just felt so… sexy being Sir's maid!
But as she finished plating her meal, she heard the sound of a key fumbling at the lock, the sound that…
Master would soon be home.
Blake took her place beside the door, standing silent and demure, her hands clasped in front of her, her breasts thrust out, a happy, submissive smile on her face, just waiting for Master to see his maid, ready to serve his every need!
“Hey, Blaaaaaa…”
His words trailed off as he took in the sight of Blake in her outfit. This wasn't the first time they'd done this little game, not by a long shot, but Blake in her little maid outfit, looking like a docile Faunus serving girl, that was something that never failed to take a man's breath away.
But as the shock vanished, what replaced it wasn't her sweet boyfriend… but a stern, sophisticated man of wealth and power. Even in jeans and a hoodie, he had the look of the sort of man who would employ a young Faunus girl as his live-in servant. With a harsh, critical eye he looked over her, then raised his hand… but not to cup her cheek and cradle her head in his hands. He went higher, taking his thumb to the inner folds of her ear and stroking it as his fingers closed around it.
Blake swooned. Ear pets were almost as good as-
“Good girl.”
That set something off in her! Blake made a short, sharp gasp of pleasure, b-but! A- a good maid was not t-to put her own pleasure before her Master’s!
When he released her ear from his grasp, Blake gave a deep and gracious curtsy, blushing a furious red as she thanked her Master for his kindness. She needed his approval more than anything in the world, all thoughts of “wage equality” and “emotional labor” were a lifetime away when she could still feel the impression of his hands on her ear, a reward incomparable for a girl like her.
“Dinner is ready, Sir,” she said respectfully, taking his coat and his bag before handing him a scotch, a stiff drink to take the edge off after a hard day at work. She wished he didn't have to spend all day working so hard when she could just pamper him all day, but… he was a big, strong man and that meant he dealt with things Blake's silly little Faunus brain just couldn't comprehend! She was glad she just had to keep the house clean, make sure dinner was ready, and look pretty whi-
Eeeep!
Blake jumped as she felt Master's fingers pinch her perky little cheeks.
“Sir!” she gasped out, shocked by the sheer… impropriety of it!
But he just raised an eyebrow.
“For what?” he asked, “I didn't do anything.”
He was so… blatant in his dishonesty, simply calling on her to assert that what she experienced had actually happened, making her feel so… small and powerless. Like even the truth wasn't a shield for her. This was a world where his word was law and her word was nothing.
He was getting her so wet she was going to make a mess of her pretty panties!
Blushing all the while, she led him to the dinner table and pulled out his seat for him. Blake loved the refinement of it all, the elegance of society when everyone knew their proper place. Master took up his knife and fork as he appreciated her handiwork, which gave Blake no end of satisfaction.
And of course, naturally, a Faunus didn’t eat at the table. Blake had her bowl, but while Master ate the meal she had prepared, Blake had a very different meal available for her under the table. Crawling to her proper place, she waited attentively to let Master eat a few bites and enjoy the meal she had so carefully prepared for him. Her ears flicked, listening closely for his approval… and when she heard he did approve of her cooking, now Blake could come and get her meal!
She undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, gently stroking his cock through his pants to see that he was already very turned on by his good girl! Blake was already starting to drool as she fished Master’s cock out of his boxers and held it in her hands, a long, thick, mighty rod that Blake could clasp both hands around and whisper a quiet grace as she expressed her gratitude for her coming meal.
But Sir was not to be kept waiting! His cock throbbed in her hands, a powerful, potent thing that left Blake trembling just to touch it. It was a human cock, as clear a sign of his superiority over her as anything Blake had ever experienced. Faunus boys didn’t boast a cock like this, and Faunus girls like her prayed for a chance to even see one! It deserved nothing but the best. She sniffed, inhaling the rich, manly scent that permeated her as soon as it entered her nostrils. It was perfect in every way, leaving her cross-eyed as she stared at it, turning her brain all… silly and horny and making her mouth really, really dry and empty and needing something to take care of it.
She took her attention to the head, trying to imagine how she could even make it fit—temporarily pushing out of her mind that she had more than a little experience with this particular member—before she gave a slow, reverential kiss on the tip. She whimpered as she attended to her Master, leaving a trail of kisses down his length and hearing the sounds of him still eating, as though what was so utterly world-defining to her was but a trifle to him.
Her meagerness, her insignificance… it was intoxicating.
With a deep moan, Blake wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and began to suck, slowly taking more and more of his length into her mouth as Blake bobbed back and forth. This, too, came natural to her, this pose of supplication and subordination… she felt her jaw relax to allow more of his length into her mouth, felt her lips slide back and forth along his skin, taking in the musky taste of his cock. Blake closed her eyes, giving into the rhythm, back and forth, back and forth, lovingly suckling on Master’s dick and pleasuring him as best she could. This wasn’t something as crass as a blowjob or oral sex, this was Blake upholding her duties as a maid, not distracting him from his dinner, but ensuring that he had a pleasurable experience while Blake experienced pure rapture. She had to go slow and careful, lavishing his cock with all her attention and not just act like a dirty Faunus whore, a cock-hungry slut who just lost herself to the taste of Master's cock and the, mmmmmm, feel of it inside her mouth. She had to focus on Master's pleasure first. But she was such a whore and it was so hard to stay good and controlled. She was here for his pleasure, even as she could feel her juices running down her thigh. It was so hot, squatting on high heels, her ass bouncing as she sucked him. Ohhhh, she was going to cum! She was going to be a bad girl, a- a d-dumb, h-horny animal that didn't deserve Master's kindness when she was so embarrassing, but she was making him feel good too!
She could feel the first few twitches in her mouth, heard a faint, manly grunt from over the table as Blake could feel her senses sharpen in anticipation. Her nostrils flared, her ears twitched, her eyes closed… and her mouth started really sucking as her discipline started to crumble. She couldn’t help it! Slutty little Faunus girls just needed their Master’s cum so bad and she could feel it coming, coming, cumming, cumming, CUMMING!
Master groaned as Blake received the first shot of his thick, creamy load right in her mouth. Sooooo much cum, rich, salty spunk filling her mouth, and then he spurted again and again until he completely filled her mouth, her cheeks puffing out as she struggled to keep it all from spilling out past her lips. Blake swallowed it all, like a good maid should, but just knowing that she was drinking her Master's precious, human sperm made her feel like a very privileged girl! She swallowed all of it, careful not to spill a drop, even swiping her tongue around her lips to catch what overflowed. It wouldn't do to have a maid who looked like a mess!
And it would not do to leave a mess for her Master! She was very careful to thoroughly clean his cock, licking and sucking as Master leaned back in his chair and sighed with pleasure. Blake beamed as she pulled back from his dick, admiring his nice, clean cock and how it was already starting to rally. He was so vigorous, such a man. His natural superiority was on display and Blake took a moment to study it, to really burn it into her mind, the sight of big human cock and its self-evident superiority!
But she dutifully pulled herself away from it to present herself for however he might have use of her. She got up from under the table and made a gracious curtsy, thanking him for indulging her, but…
For a flickering moment, she saw Jaune again, her boyfriend, carefully studying her face, not breaking character by asking her anything—her Master never had to ask anything of his maid—but checking to see if she was okay and how much further she wanted to go. But it was only a moment, not even enough time for her heart to melt before his face sharpened into that of her powerful Master, who, with only a look, could tell her exactly what she was to do.
“Mmmmmm, good girl…” he sighed, “Dinner was exquisite and your performance was excellent as always. But I think I'm ready for dessert…”
Master's praise meant the world to Blake, but even better was the promise of dessert!
Naturally, she was dessert, the perfect cap to a lovely dinner. She took her place beside the table, sinking down on all fours, ass raised high, her soaked panties shown off to let her Master know what a powerful human male did to slutty Faunus pussies, careful all the while to make it a graceful and elegant motion, not the crude scrambling of a nasty little whore. Even as her pussy gushed in anticipation of having Master's cock inside it! She had to be dignified and proper, a good maid. That was her duty, her purpose, and she wasn't going to be like those other Faunus girls who didn't have a Master.
Blake stifled a moan as she felt Master's fingers curl around the elastic of her panties and slowly pull it down. Her skirt was far too tiny to give her any coverage, especially in this pose, showing off her lithe flexibility. She was totally exposed, nothing hiding what a dirty, dirty girl she was…
“Someone's been waiting for me to get home all day…” he mused.
Blake mewled. “It's- it's just you're so, mmmmm manly, Sir, and I just can't help myself! I just, ah, smell your scent and I… I can't… ohhhhh M-Master…”
“Naughty girl,” he chuckled, “Can I even trust you with my laundry? Or do you just make it even dirtier?”
Sucking in a breath, Blake felt her pussy spasm at the thought. Sir- Sir's laundry, full of his scent, his sweat… her poor little Faunus nose couldn't help itself around his underthings, even though she was supposed to be a good girl, washing his clothes by hand, like a maid should, not lazy and entitled and handing over his valuable belongings to a machine. If- if he ever caught her, caught her playing with herself instead of doing her job, he'd have to- he'd have to- he'd have to-
Blake had started panting uncontrollably, unable to answer her Master’s question, but he was merciful and merely found her shameful behavior amusing. Chuckling to himself, he traced a finger up her inner thigh and swiped it along her pussy. But even as his finger set off fireworks of pleasure, Blake held her position. She was Sir's maid, expected to be a good girl who could rise above her dirty, animal desires. Even if she knew she would fail. Even when she wanted to fail. Wanted to fail so badly as Master left her waiting, wanted to be reduced to a horny little fuck-pet who would never be equal to a human and so happy to just kneel at his feet, a pretty little ornament and submissive little servant, valued and cherished even if there wasn't much going on in her empty little head. And to complete that look…
There was something she'd left by the dinner table, something she'd hoped Jaune had caught sight of as she'd served him dinner. But as she felt his hand return to her rear, his thumb pressing against her asshole, felt the cool lubricant that eased its entrance into her sphincter, her hopes began to rise. Because right by the lube, she’d left…
Blake gasped as she felt the smooth metal of a thick plug take the place of Jaune’s thumb. Blake had a few toys and particularly toys for her butt—she was a fan of ass play—but this one was different.
This was her tail.
It was long, sleek, and black, just like her ears. She thought she looked very pretty with it on, but she thought she looked her prettiest whenever she had a toy in her asshole. What was special about her tail wasn't just how she looked with it, but what it did to her.
He pushed the plug into her bowels as Blake made a deep and guttural moan, like the insertion of the plug had forced the air from her lungs. Her cheeks burned, it was so wrong to be treated like this, to be reduced to less than a servant, but an animal, but that just got Blake hotter!
“Mmrrrraaaoooooo,” she moaned, lustily, unable to think, unable to remember what her thesis was on, unable to even remember what feminism was. She probably couldn’t even spell it. She was just a horny mess of needs, everything Blake couldn't be, but wanted to be so badly!
Her tongue lolled from her mouth, a stupid, witless smile on her face as she raised her ass high, tail standing proud and her drooling pussy presented for Master. He'd stuffed her ass, and now her pussy needed something big and thick to stuff it up too!
But then his palm came down on her rump with a CRACK and the yelp that slipped past her lips happened as reflexively as the words that spilled out behind it!
“Y-your good girl only w-wishes to please you, Sir!” she bolted out, a sudden clamp of discipline snapping into place like the collar on her neck.
“Good,” he said with a chuckle, rewarding Blake with another sudden, sharp slap on the rump. She lit up in delight, but… control was far, far more important than her pleasure. Her pussy ached to be filled, but she would endure it, all night if it took that, weeks even, kept on the edge of orgasm until it was time for her-
Blake gasped out as she felt Master’s cock drive into her pussy!
She was so wet and aroused, she hardly gave up any resistance. His cock simply drove its way in, parting her easily and stuffing her full as Blake moaned, her inner walls grasping her Master’s thick rod. It wasn’t just that he was big, though Blake knew he was bigger than most men, but how he used it so artfully. Slow, steady thrusts, building in strength, taking advantage of his familiarity with her insides to really show Blake how masterful he was. Taking her from behind, his every thrust rocked Blake back and forth, every drive into her pushing out all thoughts other than devotion, every pull back filling her with need. No room for Intersectionality when the only intersection that mattered was how his cock was splitting her in half. She panted as he fucked her, feeling her Master training her into being a better servant, a better pet, a better…
A better Faunus.
Blake could feel her climax already building, and all her efforts to try to be a good girl and try to will it down were only making her hornier. He pulled her from one extreme to the other, hooking a finger into her mouth to remind her he was in charge as he pounded her from behind. Biting her ear to make her lose control. Making her feel totally owned and deliciously inferior. Making her feel more like a hopelessly slutty, uncontrollably lewd animal who needed a Master to guide and control her! And she- and she needed to make sure he knew!
“Ohhhhhh, Master!” she whined, “You- you’re too big! My poor pussy can’t handle this! I’ll- I’ll go insane if you keep-”
SMACK!
Blake’s eyes shot wide as she felt Master’s hand come down hard! She nearly came on the spot, only able to hold herself back by biting down on her lip and feeling her fingers curl against the floor as she tried to find anything to hold on to. She hissed through her teeth, trying to vent the intense sexual heat that came with her spanking… and from being put in her place!
“Foolish girl,” Master growled, still thrusting into her, “If you can’t handle my cock, what use are you to me? You’re an adequate cook and maid… but there’s only one reason to keep a Faunus like you in a proper home. And I’m sure…”
SLAP!
His hand came down with another sharp crack against her ass.
“I shouldn’t have to tell you what that is.”
“Ahhhh, y-yes, Sir! Yes Sir!” Blake babbled, her mind almost frazzling on the pleasure, her ass still throbbing from where his hand had graced it, “A F-Faunus girl like me i-is only good for sex! I’m only good for sex! I’m only good as my M-Master’s sex peeeeeeEEEETTTTTTTT!”
She squealed as he slammed his cock into her, no longer on a slow and steady rhythm, but the start of a furious and brutal fucking. Blake’s mind simply broke on his dick, her vision blurring, her head swimming, his cock smashing her pussy apart! She wasn't on all fours anymore, her limbs completely useless. He'd torn away her outfit so that his hands could maul her exposed flesh, every inch of her given over to him however he'd use it. She felt his teeth on her shoulder, felt him suck at her tits; he spanked her and fucked her and Blake babbled and squealed, trying to thank Master for giving her his perfect human cock and fucking her brains out, but mostly just yowled like a cat in heat until…
He slammed his cock into her, and even as much as Master had already abused her pussy, it still lit up in a paroxysm of pleasure just to feel him plumb her depths, but then he groaned and released inside her and Blake…
A climax of climaxes, something that ripped from one end of her body from another, to the tips of her toes to the top of her ears, her fingers clenching and twitching as she gave not a shriek, but a low, powerful moan as her final orgasm banished every stressor from her mind, every frustration, every anxiety, every worry wiped away in a wave of bliss that left no space for anything else inside her. Leaving her lying on the floor of her apartment, every concern fucked out of her so hard, Blake couldn't even remember her name.
She was just… a clump. A tangle of limbs and sweaty, naked flesh, only a collar still on her body. Her mind was too frazzled to think, she was just in the grip of sensations, the cool air against her body, the carpet against her skin, her chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths as the ground beneath her seemed to roll back and forth. And, oh, her pussy still throbbed as it remembered the feeling of so much cock inside it… and the feeling of sticky cum oozing out of her. It was… bliss. So good she started to just… float, float away on a soft cushion of clouds and…
And Blake realized that Jaune had scooped her up in his arms, holding her against his chest as he carried her to the bedroom. And Blake… couldn’t help it. She actually started purring. It wasn’t like that was some actual cat Faunus thing, it just… felt right in the moment. In her boyfriend’s strong arms, she just felt so perfectly secure and at peace, all her anxieties and fears exorcised and her brain just soaking in endorphins. The bed had never felt softer as he laid her down on the mattress and the little kiss he gave her on the top of her head… this was perfect. This was just… perfect.
Blake lay in bed for a moment, lazily looking up at Jaune and just feeling the smile on her face as he stripped off the rest of his clothes before joining her in bed.
“I needed this,” she sighed, snuggling up against his chest.
“Yeah, I figured,” Jaune said, “I, uh, well, you probably can't talk things right now, but I actually asked the group if they’d be able to volunteer for the Rally, take some weight off of you, Ren, Nora, and Pyrrha all said they could do some work if you need it. So if, like, you need people to canvas or do any setup or just someone with a car to run errands…”
Blake closed her eyes, feeling the hot sting of tears that she was struggling to hold back. He was so good to her. He was so good to her. She would never not be grateful that she had him in her life and that she was so, so lucky to have him.
“Thank you…” she murmured.
“Heh. Thank you,” Jaune said, running a finger around the collar still on her neck.
Blake blushed. “And you’re still… comfortable with this? All this?”
Jaune paused for a moment, then smiled, sheepishly at her. “I… yeah, I like it. Is that… wrong? You’re… really hot in your maid outfit. And it’s… when you’re usually so assertive and self-confident, seeing you all meek and obedient, having you…”
“It’s a thrill?” Blake asked, hearing his voice trail off.
“...yeah,” Jaune admitted.
“We make each other happy,” she said “And we can trust each other. And… I can say some other things. But not now. I just…”
She put her arm around his chest, holding him close.
“Just wanna snuggle you right now.”
She could feel Jaune's smile even as she closed her eyes to sleep. He put his arm around her and Blake knew they should do some aftercare tomorrow morning, talk feelings and comfort and all those important things, but right now, the most important thing in the world was holding him and being held right back.
And that was where she, naturally and essentially, just needed to be.