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"That was the fucking worst," Ruby groaned as she hobbled her way up the stairs to Blake's house. "Just...just the whole thing. The worst."
"Uh-huh," Blake agreed tiredly, almost fresh when you compared her to the rest of her team, stumbling behind her. The last week or so might have been hard, but she was ex-White Fang. A bit of survival, fighting for her life in the wilds after a Bullhead crash was almost pedestrian at this point... Not that anyone else would agree with her.
Yang grunted. Weakly. The very fact that she hadn’t pounced on Ruby for her slip-up was all that Blake needed to know that the blonde was completely out of it. It was only her arm around Weiss's shoulder, and Weiss's arm around hers, that kept her from falling at this point... If Blake had been a braver/dumber person, she might have made a joke about how Yang's hair looked right now...very birds nest...but she wasn't, so the point was moot.
It did look like a bird's nest though. Twigs and leaves and everything… She could say it in the safety of her own head.
"Just a couple more feet, guys," Blake said as she finally hit the last step, feeling almost triumphant...until she remembered what was coming. Then, she just felt nervous, even as she reached towards the door for a knock...this had to be done though. "Just a couple more feet, and hot meals. Hot showers... Central air." There was no other choice...not really.
Leaving again wouldn't help.
The hobbling sped up at the very thought of all of those things, enough to get everyone on Blake's level just as the Faunus got the knocker in hand and ran it against the door. She then waited, hands clasped, for someone to open said door.
It would just make their stay here before they went back to Beacon a lot harder than it had to be...in more ways than one if she did leave...and then the door opened, and everything was tense again.
"Hi, Mom."
Kali blinked. Stared. Had her jaw go slack as she took in the sight of Blake, the daughter that she hadn't seen in almost five years—Blake barely kept herself from wincing at the thought of it—before she tried hiding that lack of composure with a hand. Something that came far too late as her eyes started to visibly water.
"... Blake?"
"Yeah, Mom." Blake smiled. A weak and trembling thing as she felt her chest tighten up and lump build in her throat. "It's me. I'm...I'm home."
The hug that came after was one that Blake thought would never end—
"Leader down!"
—and it was only the collapse of Ruby that made it so that it did.
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Kali Belladonna, mother of one and semi-recent divorcee...wasn't sure how to feel about all of these surprises being heaped upon her. The return of her daughter. That same daughter's new career path, the friends that came with it—she'd need to air out the guest rooms—and the multiple testimonies about the Vale chapter of the White Fang's, quite frankly, insane plans and methods.
Working with the Grimm? Bringing them into a city, one of the four that still existed in this world? There was anger and righteous fury, and then there was idiocy. Even if Kali hated humans—which she didn't—they weren't the only species that lived behind those walls...and the Grimm didn't discriminate. It was obvious that the local chapter would have to be reigned in or maybe even liquidated entirely...the Sect would have to be informed and… Those were thoughts for a later time.
Her daughter was home. She had guests. Dinner was cooking and—
“Mom?” Blake started questioningly, quietly, even as she diced the carrots with a deft hand. “Where’s Dad?”
—she had questions to answer. Hard, hard questions...
“We’ve...separated.”
Not so hard, if you did it right though. Rip it off. Like a band-aid. That was the way to do it.
“Wha—” Blake accidentally stabbed herself in the hand with a yelp of shock and the flash of Aura. “Ow!”
Kali, even knowing that her daughter was completely fine, was quick to drop what she was doing—peeling potatoes—in favor of taking her daughter by the hand and looking it over. Knowing and seeing were two different things after all...and the hissing that came out of Blake’s mouth was very convincing.
“What do you mean, ‘separated’!?”
Ah. That was anger...mostly. Shame as well.
“I mean… We still talk, sometimes. Our relationship is fine...as long as you think of us as friends.” Kali sighed as, finally satisfied that her daughter was completely fine, she got back to work. Pretended not to see the look of disbelief on her daughter’s face, all in favor of putting food in the pot. “We had some...disagreements...while you were gone.”
It had been pretty touch and go for a while...but it had come out well enough for the both of them...even if no one’s mind had been changed at the end.
“While I was—”
“It was nothing you did, Honey. Not even close.” Kali cut her daughter off, quick to cut that particular line of thinking short. Her daughter was a melancholic sort, quick to jump to conclusions...that she could remember. Hopefully, that was still true, or she wouldn’t have any idea how to talk to the girl anymore. She’d be too busy second-guessing herself to try. “It was just… If you want a relationship to survive… There are things you should never talk about.”
Blake stayed quiet for a moment. Knife held loosely in her hand before she remembered what she was here for and started cutting again. “What sorts of things?”
“Politics. Sports.” Kali’s mouth turned up in a sardonic smirk, with just a dash of hurt. “Religion...”
“Ah…” Blake nodded, looking uncomfortable as her ears folded back. “I see…”
Ghira, loveable, giant ball of fluff that he was...he’d always been too progressive. A little too forward-thinking when compared to Kali. It helped him greatly when it came to being a leader, fighting for greater rights and during wartime...but in a marriage? A marriage to a devout follower of the Old Ways to someone like him—
“When you say the Old Ways…?”
Kali, almost casually, placed a hand on her daughter’s hip. Felt the muscle tense under her fingers as she put a lid on the pot and Blake nervously looked at her from the side. An ear twitched. Once. Twice. One more time, audibly, when Kali gave Blake’s tight rear a pat.
—had just been a minefield lying in wait. He just...didn’t understand. Didn’t want to understand what that meant to her and others like her...and it had torn them apart. A decade of marriage, its ups, its downs gone in a heartbeat over differences in religion...but so it was.
It was necessary.
“It’s been almost four years, Blake,” Kali said softly, even as she gave her daughter’s butt a possessive squeeze. “You should have started your lessons when you turned fifteen...finished your obligations...and now we have a lot to catch up on.”
“Mom…” Blake grimaced as her mother gave her another squeeze. “I can’t… I can’t do what you want me to do. I got into Beacon. I’m training to become a Huntress. I—I have other obligations now and—”
Yet another thing to nip in the bud. Kali was starting to see a pattern.
“I know that, Kitten...and I’m not going to take that away from you. Your obligations can wait until you’ve settled down.” Kali gave her daughter one last pat then let go, almost laughing at the sigh of relief that got from Blake. Understandable seeing as how Kali, as the Matriarch, was fully capable of pressing the issue by the laws of Menagerie. “But your lessons cannot.”
Blake’s relief vanished like a Beowulf under cannon fire.
“I still have the suppressants, relaxants, and contraceptives. Don’t you worry about that,” Kali assured Blake with an airy wave of the hand, even as she lifted the lid and gave the soup a stir. A quick check of the chicken in the oven was done as well before she spoke again. “They keep for a while...and please. Don’t lock the door tonight.”
“... Why not?” Blake asked, her face a glaring red as she finally realized that her mother was, beyond a doubt, completely serious about this… Which was a silly thing to do. When it came to religion, Kali was always serious. “And you do know that we aren’t going to be here all that long, right? Maybe a day or two...not nearly enough time to...teach me anything worthwhile.”
“Well...to answer your first question...” Kali sighed, stood, and stretched until her back popped… Gods did that feel good. “I'll be seeing you before you go to sleep. To tuck you in.”
When Kali made to take a seat on a nearby chair, Blake’s eyes followed her the whole way. Her body as well, even as she kept her back to the wall.
“For the second… You’ve been gone for far too long. You’ve forgotten what time it is.” Kali sat and leaned back slightly. Just enough to feel comfortable as she spread her legs just a bit more than could be considered ‘ladylike’ before she started pulling at the strings that kept her lower half hidden from the world. “It’s Typhoon season. Nothing is getting in, or out, of Menagerie for at least the next month. Maybe even longer. Plenty of time, I think, to show how much I love you.”
A whisper of cloth. A silk puddle around the older woman’s ankles...and Blake gasped as the rather...hefty...focal point of Kali’s religion was finally exposed to open air. Still soft, still flaccid... but quickly becoming otherwise as Blake’s nostrils began to flare and her pupils began to dilate.
“Come to mother, Blake.”
Blake then, showing exactly why she should have begun her training earlier, stumbled forward in answer. Mesmerized. Almost drooling with a more carnal sort of hunger as she reached for the log in between her mother’s legs while the pheromones took hold. Collared the darkest, most primal parts of the feline psyche and tried to put a bell on it. Tried.
Kali found herself pleasantly surprised when Blake stopped moving. Still panting, still full of need, yes...but she stopped herself. Rallied in the face of something that thousands of years of evolution told her to walk towards. To take within herself. To breed. To be fruitful and fulfill her purpose.
“Wait.” Blake’s eyes flicked from side to side as her ears went flat against her skull. Paranoia. Fear. “My friends... They—”
The hundreds of years before the Kingdoms were even a thought in the minds of their ancestors had left their mark. Taken their toll on the racial memories of the Faunus... Back then, it had only been individuals like Kali that had prevented them, as a race, from going extinct. From devolving into a manyfold species of ill-bred mongrels and savages. Even if Blake didn’t know that mentally—she’d never been one for scripture, sadly—it didn’t matter.
“—they wouldn’t understand, Mom. A-and they could walk in at any moment. I couldn’t—how would I explain that we are...?”
Her body knew what this was and what it led up to, and it was screaming at her to do something about it… Kali felt pride that her daughter was able to shove the demands of the flesh to the side so easily, even if only for a moment. Easily for a novice, anyway… As was only to be expected from her daughter, the little Huntress.
“You wouldn’t have to do anything, Blake. Leave it to me.” Kali held her arms out for a hug with a smile, leading to Blake taking another stuttering, stumbling step. “They wouldn’t be the first girls that I’ve converted to the Old Ways, you know. Let alone the oldest.”
Blake, in one last, short, step that could be considered more of a short fall than anything, Blake fell into her mother’s arms with a strangled moan. A whimper as her mother who was above all, her mother, stroked her hair and crooned gentle, sweet things into her ear.
“It's hot...” Blake panted and squirmed into her mother’s chest with another pained series of sounds that plucked at Kali’s heartstrings. “It hurts.”
“I know, Kitten. I know…” Kali whispered as she separated herself from Blake. Pushed her daughter down by her shoulders until her face, red and teary, was level with Kali’s cock. “But now, it's time to say, ‘hello’.”
This really should have been done earlier. Much, much earlier.
Sad as it was to say, not all of Kali’s gender was quite as...controlled, as she was, and Blake couldn’t be allowed to skip out on this any longer. This was necessary and, even if she couldn’t quite relate to the pain that was the sudden onset of a forced heat herself… She didn’t need to. Her daughter was hurting and she’d continue to hurt until Kali gave her what she needed or she learned how to control herself.
When Blake attempted to have herself a taste of the head, just a lick, Kali was quick to pull it away. A stern finger in her face, almost touching her nose, along with a sharp cry of ‘no’ led to Blake falling back onto her knees with a shocked look as her ears went completely flat against her scalp.
The second option, waiting for her to get over it was, currently, not even an option. Stronger females than her had tried and, at best, they’d only been able to take the initiative. There were no Faunus that Kali knew of that had ever escaped their first encounter with this particular facet of the Old Ways...and, proud as she was of her daughter, there was no way she’d be the first. So—
“No.” Kali admonished her daughter even as she got ahold of her cock. “Bad, Blake.” She then bounced her length off of Blake’s cheek, ‘head’ to head with a solid whap that had the younger Faunus looking, not just shocked, but astonishingly aroused as the right side of her face started to pink. “I don’t remember telling you to suck. I told you to say, ‘hello’.”
—option number one it was then. It was the only, reasonable, choice.
Blake looked at her. Blank. Gone. With glossy eyes, moist eyes as tears continued to run down her cheeks...and then, just before Kali chalked talking to her already cock drunk daughter up as a bad job, light returned. Like a lantern behind cloudy amber. Bright, but tinted with beautiful impurities as she licked her lips...and spoke. “... Hello.”
There she was. Kali had begun to worry.
“Very good, Blake.” This time, Kali slapped the other side of her daughter’s face with her dick. Reddened it so that it would match the other side...not that Blake seemed to mind. “That was for leaving.” In fact, from the smell coming off of her and the way her eyes were rolling, she might have just creamed her panties slightly. Another series of smacks, this time on both cheeks as her mother locked her fingers in her hair, had her shivering in the throes of orgasmic bliss. “That was for making me worry.”
When Kali ran her tip over her daughter’s lips, giving them a light glazing of pre even as she took away some of the purple from her daughter’s lipstick... The poor thing started puddling the floor with her juices. Making Kali happy that she’d replaced the tatami with hardwood as she watched the front of her daughter’s pure white pants darken… They’d never be the same again, after this.
“And that was for coming back to me, safe and sound.” Which was a surprise, honestly. How Blake had avoided becoming some other Faunus’s pet up to this point, or been eaten by something bigger than her, Kali would never be able to understand. “Now come here…” Kali pulled her daughter in close. Almost roughly, in a way that made her wince—this was her little girl after all—until she could feel Blake’s rasping breaths washing over her heavy and loaded sack. “And start kissing until I tell you to stop.”
Blake didn’t even protest that. Consider or contemplate what had just been asked of her. She just did it. Leaned in and began peppering the taut flesh with kisses while Kali relaxed and played with her ears in approval.
Bit by bit, the tanned flesh of the older woman’s nuts started to be overtaken by swaths of purple. From the perfect outlines of her daughter’s lips from the start to the smudged and smeared lines that often came with a much too excited tongue. A visible sign of just how far Blake had fallen. Just how quickly it would take for anyone with her mother’s advantages to do the same.
She’d always been the visual sort. If she didn’t see it, it didn’t exist—
Kali stopped playing with Blake’s ears in favor of pulling her up by the hair once more—making the younger Faunus whimper—after her little girl got the idea in her head that, if she just tried hard enough, she might be able to fit a testicle in her mouth. Unlikely, unless Blake had a rather odd semblance she wasn’t talking about, considering how Kali hadn’t vented since Blake had left home...but maybe later this month.
—and if it didn’t exist, it didn’t matter...this existed. This mattered. Blake wasn’t going to get away from this one.
“You’ve said hello,” Kali sighed as she placed Blake’s lips back on her crown, causing the girl’s eyes to cross amusingly as she did. After that, getting her hands around her mother’s dick wasn’t hard at all. Actually, it was hilariously easy, considering the situation. Yet more lessons. “Now, can you say, ‘goodbye’?”
Blake blinked slowly...and mumbled something that could have been considered to be a ‘goodbye’ even as her tongue lashed out at her mother’s urethra, taking in a dollop of pre that had been building there with a certain kind of relish.
“I guess you can,” Kali mused.
Blake blinked and, in between that moment and the next, her already dilated, amber eyes were the closest thing to black as they could possibly be as she continued to lick. Essentially frenching her mother’s cum slit with her cute little tongue as she started to, clumsily, but enthusiastically, jerk the older woman off.
Kali at that point just laid her head back against the seat of her chair and closed her eyes. Allowed her lips to part slightly so that she could breathe without being forced to smell herself. Her daughter. The heavy fog of musk and lust that had long ago overtaken the smell of the food being cooked…
It had been a long time for her.
Blake started pulling up. From bottom to top with a tight, almost painful grip that made the both of them moan. One against her will, the other without care, as Blake found that doing so got her yet more of that deliciously sticky fluid that she was looking for. A soothing balm for her heat, not quite what she needed yet...but only a matter of time if she continued.
A very, very long time...and Kali needed every bit of help that she could get if she didn’t want to cum before the food was done or, at least, close… She’d have to clean the flooring and its still growing puddle then air out the room...so if she factored that in… Just a little bit more. Not much longer at all.
Blake inhaled sharply, pulling that plump cockhead into her mouth in its entirety as she started to suckle like a madwoman. Like a beast dying of thirst as her eyes rolled up into her head. Her cheeks hollowed. Her throat spasmed as she swallowed repeatedly, doing her damndest to get everything she possibly could from the broken tap that was her mother...and then more yet as she tried, and failed—gagging and choking—to feed Kali into her throat in desperation.
To Kali, it was close enough to horseshoes for her to decide that, yes. Now was the time for her to let go. Not just for her own pleasure, even if that was a heavy point in her decision’s favor—
The Matriarch’s balls clenched. A visible surge started up in her throbbing, struggling length as she held Blake’s head down and let out a feline hiss. Drawn-out and almost painfully loud as her daughter screamed ecstatically and started swallowing down her semi-solid seed.
—but for Blake’s wellbeing. At this point, she was just embarrassing herself.
When a thin stream came out of her nose, Blake acted like she hadn’t even noticed. She just continued to force it down, even when those streams turned into rivers. She continued to drink it down. Even as she began to thrust her hips into the air, her pussy clenching around nothing... She continued to drink it down, chewing on it when Kali finally, forcefully separated her dick from her daughter’s mouth...and now she was clutching at herself. Her hands down her ruined pants, her fingers thrusting madly to fill the void her mother had left behind as she continued to chew and swallow.
Kali took the time while her daughter gathered herself...and did something with it. She opened the windows. Checked the food. Mopped up a good part of the mess before she, once again, sat down. This time to a, mostly clear-minded, Blake Belladonna...and she was mortified. Unable to look her mother in the eyes like she should.
“Look at me, Blake,” Kali asked tiredly.
Blake didn’t look.
“I said look at me.” This time it came out as an order… One that Blake couldn’t ignore, even if she wanted to...and she didn’t. Good. “I am your mother, Blake...and it took me all of five minutes to wrap you around my finger.”
Blake frowned as Kali lifted her only slightly smaller—if you compared them to grapefruits, maybe—nuts up with a single hand. She didn’t look away though, not even when her mother began to, silently, point out each and every impression that her lips had made on her flesh...and the streaks of creamy white, running down the shaft and onto her mound.
“If I’d wanted to, I could have had you bred by now. A slave, begging for the slightest taste of my semen to get the burning to stop.” Kali let her balls drop. Leaned forward in her chair with a snarl, even as her daughter shrank back in fear, still shaking from the aftershock. She had to understand how serious this was… Even if it scared her. Especially if it scared her. “Don’t you dare lock your door tonight, young lady. Nor any night while you’re here.”
Kali stood once more when the timer dinged. Eyes still on her little girl as she did so.
“You need your lessons...and I will not have any daughter of mine become nothing more than a cock sleeve for some heretic. Do you understand me?”
Blake...as scared as she’d ever looked before...nodded.
“Now... Want to help me get the food out as soon as you get cleaned up?”
“... Sure, Mom.”
And all was well.
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“... What do you mean when you say that none of your friends have a mother?”