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One rather dainty pale hand slammed down hard upon one of the electronic alarm clock buttons, causing a slightly satisfying *click* noise to echo around the room slightly. As the pale hand slowly slithered back underneath the delicate, expensive quilt, a sudden shift in the form of the person underneath gradually merged.
That was before an unsatisfied, extremely annoyed groan slowly made itself known.
Slowly but surely, the figure rose from its sleeping position, causing the large quilt cover to slip free from its form. This revealed this person to be Whitley Schnee, the youngest Schnee Child of the family of five and the only male heir apparent to the Schnee Dust Company, should Weiss continue on her merry way of disappointing their father.
“Good morning, Master,”
Gritting his teeth in annoyance, Whitley’s blue eyes landed upon the form of one Blake Belladonna, one of the many maids who worked for the Schnee Family. Only Whitley hated this one the most, and the reason was quite simple; she was a Faunus, a cat Faunus, to be more precise.
Whitley hated the Faunus, considering them worth less than the dirt that somehow always managed to find itself buried in the soles of his shoes. It was also common knowledge that Whitley always went out of his way to cause trouble to the other few Faunus maids who worked in the Schnee Mansion.
Yet, he had no idea why his mother continued to make Blake his personal maid, even after many complaints throughout the weeks, if not months, that she had been working here.
Perhaps she kept forgetting about it, with the amount of binge drinking that she does throughout the day.
Instead of greeting her like an average person, or even cordially at all, Whitley simply grunts before slowly pulling himself out of the comfort of his own warm, soft bed.
That little grunt of his caused Blake’s cat ears to twitch angrily, and her nose scrunched up for but a moment before returning to normal, “Your clothes for the day have been neatly laid out for you on the back of your study chair,” she said, her eyes narrowing slightly, “And your breakfast is laid out on the table, being heated by Burn Dust,”
Once again, all Whitley did was grunt. Once again, however, it was accompanied by a small, mumbled grunt that sounded like a ‘thanks’, even if the heart or the meaning wasn’t correctly behind it.
Ignoring Blake once again, Whitley took hold of the clothing, glancing down at it to see if there was anything he could complain about, whether it be the smell of the fabric or even trying to find a simple crease in the clothing that would mildly upset him.
However, upon finding nothing, he grumbled and scowled slightly as he walked towards the bathroom to get changed.
He would not change in the same room as a lowly Faunus.
Blake’s ears twitched again, and she could feel a vein throbbing on her forehead, and her right eye twitched angrily. However, she took a deep breath to calm her rapidly rising anger that was just begging to be let out and aimed correctly at the target of her ire, Whitley.
Oh, how she wished she could put that little twat in his place. In his correct place in the world.
However, she managed to exhale sharply, her eyes lingering upon his retreating form. Once the bathroom door closed, her eyes turned towards his breakfast, which was still being heated, and she couldn’t help but have a smirk cross her features.
Knowing that as soon as he ate his breakfast, Blake could get all the revenge and humiliate Whitley more than he had ever done to her.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Whitley had an annoyed frown play across his lips as he regarded his body. Instead of getting taller throughout puberty, or gaining a better manly figure, all that his body did was get slightly plumper hips and his ass seemed to be getting a bit more thickness to it, his skin becoming a tad bit fairer, and smoother, and for the fact that his chest appeared to gain a bit of femininity to it.
Perhaps it was karma looking down on him, or maybe it was the fact that his mother’s genetics were more potent in him like it was with Winter - after all, Weiss didn’t have that much of a figure to look at, to begin with.
Either way, it caused an annoyed groan to escape his lips as he shook his head. Patting himself down and smoothing out his high-quality garbs, Whitley turned upon his heel and strode out towards the door, although he was already loathing to be in the presence of the lowly Faunus maid once again.
Hopefully, a bit of breakfast would change his mood.
Not even sparring the lowly Faunus a glance, Whitley closed the bathroom door behind him, sat fluently on the chair by the study table, and began eating his breakfast with regality that could only be bred into someone.
However, Whitley didn’t know that this breakfast of his would be the last breakfast he would ever have, well, at least, when it concerned edible, human food.
Unseen to him, Blake watched with rapt attention as he began to all too eagerly gulp down his breakfast, a simple meal of pancakes with a small side of whipped cream and yoghurt. Soon, a rather savage grin etched onto her features as she watched Whitley’s eyes slowly droop before his body started having trouble staying awake.
Then, a tiny little beat passed in the room before Whitley let out a rather loud yawn, and his eyes closed before his body seemingly lost control of itself as his head slammed into the table below with a mighty *THUD* .
If it wasn’t for his aura - as weak and near insignificant as it was - his nose would’ve easily broken with the sheer force of the impact.
Licking her lips in delight, Blake slowly started to make her way towards Whitley, all to eager to start her revenge against him.
Groaning loudly, Whitley’s eyes fluttered open. At first, he blinked slowly, but when he noticed his surroundings, he blinked multiple times in quick succession. That was when the feeling of hysteric confusion started to bubble up within his body rapidly.
He was not in his bedroom. Nor was he in the Schnee Manor.
In fact… going by the… disgusting smell of hay, this terrible musty and musky aroma that seemed to create a slight haze in his surroundings, stale urine, and the smell of faecal matter that hadn’t been adequately washed away… he was in the stables.
But… how?
As he went to move his arms, his heart suddenly lept into his throat, and the feeling of dread made itself known.
He couldn’t move!
Quickly looking over his shoulder, he squeaked fearfully as he noticed that he was completely naked, not even a single scrap of clothing on his body, not even socks nor his high-quality shoes. And then he saw that he was lying down on what seemed to be a weird device that was pretty rubbery, and his arms and legs were tied to the underside of this elastic mat… thing; his wrists were locked together, and his ankles were tied together too, leaving not even a smidge of wiggle room.
“Well, someone is finally awake,”
Snapping his head to where the voice came from, fear ran rampant within Whitley’s very being as he noticed Blake, his maid. However, the cruel, taunting grin plastered on her face caused shivers to run down his spine. Yet, his eyes trailed downwards, and he noticed she was holding a lead connected to a halter.
Standing a few heads taller than Blake was the renowned breeding stallion of the Schnee’s, a purebred stallion named Rufus.
Seeing those piercing, coal-black eyes roaming his naked form caused Whitley to shiver, and the fine hairs on his body stood on end from the domineering gaze.
“B-Bl-”
However, Blake was upon him in a flash before he could finish his sentence. Then pain flared in his cheek and his head whipped to the right.
She… she just slapped him! With the back of her hand!
“Shut. Up.” Blake growled threateningly, “You are in no position to speak, Master ,” She gave a soft tug to the lead in her hand, causing Rufus to knicker in annoyance. Powerful rattles disturbed the wooden floor of the stables as the hefty stallion was led right behind Whitley before Blake murmured under her breath as she reached up and tied the lead around a large, thick log that was held up by solid and firm chains that were attached to the ceiling.
Bound and unable to move his limbs or his body, Whitley whimpered as the bulky stallion's massive shadow covered his entire form.
“Kukuku~” Blake giggled nearly maniacally when she heard the whimpering of her terrible master. Oh, how she just loved the way that fear seemed to radiate off his very being, “Obviously, you know who this is, don’t you, Master ~” She taunted happily, licking her lips as her body shivered in arousal as she noticed the frantic struggles.
Of course, Whitley didn’t answer verbally.
“Rufus here… well, I’m sure you know of his breeding prowess,” Blake said, reaching up and gently running her hand across Rufus’ snout, causing him to exhale sharply, the warm, moist air lingering heavily for but a moment, “After all, he has impregnated dozens of eager, desperate mares, the exact words of your mother, no less,” her eyes glinted, before she leaned down towards Whitley’s face, her breath tickling his ear, “Now… he’s going to have one more under his list; you,”
“W-what, n-no, you can’t!”
“Oh, but I can, Master~” Blake retorted, “For the past few weeks, I have been drugging you… slowly raising the dosage each time; that’s why your body has been changing as it has… because of me,” she said, her finger gently trailing down his smooth, naked flesh, “Ever since you made it your goal to belittle me, taunt me, accuse me… I decided to enact my revenge upon you,” she let her words settle in his mind for a few moments, “That’s where Rufus comes in… he is going to fucking break you , like how you broke me,”
Sighing almost longingly, Blake slowly reached up and petted Rufus’ firm underside. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she watched with rapt attention; her amber eyes gleaming as she saw Rufus’ massive cock slowly slipping out of his sheath, hardening before her very eyes.
A massive cock that could put her arm to shame, and as thick as her wrist, the soft creamy coloured rod with bright pink spots all across the length, and of course, a massive flared cockhead that was drooling at the slit.
“Well, looks like your new Master is ready for you, Mare ~”
Giving a rough kiss to Whitley’s cheek to welcome him to his new role in life, she reached up, and lowered the suspended log down a few inches, allowing Rufus to have a better angle to fuck his new mare. Instantly, his mottled cock bounced and slammed against his firm underside before it hit back down on Whitley’s supple ass cheeks, causing a rather lovely ripple effect.
Rufus grunted and knickered, his nostrils flaring outwards as he inhaled the tainted air of the stables. Then, his strong back legs flexed, and his hips bucked before his entire body lurched forward slightly as his tail whipped behind him.
Of course, it caused his massive horsecock to slip across the entirety of Whitley’s back. And poor Whitley was shivering like a leaf, doing his best to try and escape his bonds, but it was pointless, and his entire body shivered violently as he felt the thick precum slowly dribble along his back and down his sides.
Then, Rufus knickered angrily as he felt his cock slap across his mare's back. His cock throbbed and pulsed angrily. Pulling his hips back, Rufus felt his cock slip between a rather tight aperture, but the sensitive flared head easily parted the crevice before he felt the winking flesh upon the tip of his cock.
Knickering once again Rufus pulled his hips back as far as they could go, before slamming his hips forward.
Instantly, the weak resistance easily fell through, allowing his massive cock to burst through the small, tight opening that it found itself in.
“AHHHHHH!”
Screaming out in absolute pain and agony, Whitley’s entire being suddenly spasmed, his muscles clenching, trying to push out the massive invader that nearly tore his asshole open. But his weak, meagre muscles were no match against the imperious cock of a riled-up breeding stallion.
Blake meanwhile, had her hands down into the waistband of her panties, her fingers gently dipping into her soaked quim. A soft moan escaped her lips as she dug her index and middle til the second knuckle, and she gently ground her hips from side to side, trying to coax out a little more friction to work with.
Yet, as she continued to masturbate, watching her former ‘Master’ being bred by the devilishly good looking breeding stallion, her eyes lingered upon Whitley’s fat ass, a nice shade of reddish-pink, currently being abused by a large, leather sack that contained the breeding stallion's massive cum factories.
She licked her lips as she saw the delighted look pass over Whitley’s features; his mind already apparently broken from a mere few seconds of breeding, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, and his tongue lolling out uselessly.
“That’s it… fuck your new mare, Rufus,” Blake moaned out softly, “Impregnate that little bitch!”
Yet, her words went unheard as the gurgled cries of the Whitley, and the frantic huffing and knickering of Rufus.
Seeing Whitley’s open mouth, Blake suddenly had an idea—an idea she wanted to make a reality.
Slowly making her way over towards the Phantom Mare that Whitely was bound on, she groaned slightly as she hoisted herself up onto the device before pushing her hips forward until her pelvis was mere inches away from his open mouth and his nose.
Pressing her sodden, panty-clad snatch against Whitley’s open mouth, Blake couldn’t help but giggle as the thrusting caused Whitley’s tongue to grace her body, “Pleasure me, mare,” Blake commanded with a lustful look as shivers ran up and down her body, “Unless you want to suffocate on my cunt whilst being fucked by your new owner~”
A few seconds passed before Blake moaned out breathily as she felt Whitley’s tongue slowly drag itself over the sodden fabric covering her most precious place.
This will be an excellent pleasure session for her and everyone involved~
[Epilogue]
A soft frown marred the face of the Schnee Matron; it had been nearly a month since she had last seen her son, Whitley. Even though she… didn’t like him all that much - as horrible as that was to say about your child - as he took after her bastard of an ex-husband way too much, there was still a little bit of concern that blossomed within her heart.
“Blake,” Willow gently said, yet despite her soft and mellow voice, there was still a hint of power in her tone.
“Yes, Mistress?” Blake responded in kind, dipping her head ever so slightly as she regarded perhaps the best Schnee of the bunch.
“Whitley,” Willow began rather awkwardly, almost unused to speaking her son’s name as she gazed at the girl who was his maid, “Where is he?”
“Last I saw of him was two and a bit weeks ago… on a Bullhead with a local Faunus girl who hailed from Mistral,” Blake lied almost effortlessly, her face set in a neutral tone, belaying any possible sinister undertones, “From my understanding, Whitley had been in a secret relationship with her for a month or so now,” Blake lied once more, a soft smile regarding her features, “I wouldn’t worry too much, ma’am, it looks like they both have an intense, intimate bond with each other that won’t be broken easily, and there was no sinister motives from the girl in question,”
Although Blake was thinking about how Rufus loved to fuck his new, bound mare multiple times a day, sometimes for nearly twenty minutes straight.
Oh~ She just got chills thinking about witnessing such events~
Willow had a frown marring her features once more, her eyes flashing with a hint of hurt yet also pride. She is hurt that her son hid this kind of relationship from her, although she supposed that she didn’t even deserve it at this point. She is also proud, as Whitley’s prejudice for the Faunus seems to have eroded.
“I see,” Willow murmured, “Thank you, Blake,”
All that Blake did was dip her head down once more, although the sudden movement caused her breasts to jiggle ever so slightly from the confines of her clothing.
“You are free to go now, or if you so desire, you can stay and continue working as a Maid of the Schnee family,”
“Of course, I would be glad to stay,” Blake said, a soft smile on her face, yet Willow was too busy with the paperwork at her desk to see the sheer delight crossing Blake’s face.
Arriving at the private stables on the Schnee property, Blake couldn’t help but flare her nostrils out and take a deep breath of the tainted air of the poorly ventilated stables, and her ears twitched when she picked up the noises of broken, simpering, moaning and the loud and powerful knickers and neighs of Rufus.
Grinning, Blake took out a small feeding tube from within her skirt pocket and strode her way towards Rufus’ stall and a sickening grin crossed Blake’s face as she took note of Whitley, naked as the day he was born and looking like a proper whore. Then, her eyes trailed towards his heavily distended belly, and she nodded proudly at the prominent horseshoe branding proudly displayed on his ass cheeks and his navel.
The medicine she had been giving him seemed to have worked perfectly, and now Whitley would be the mother of Rufus’ darling foals and would forever be the mare of the Schnee stables.
Licking her lips, Blake made her way towards a post that had become her favourite seat, where she could openly finger herself to multiple orgasms as Rufus continued to fuck Whitley’s pillowy ass with reckless abandon.
END