Christmas Kitty

Jaune Arc was very into Christmas.

He loved the season, loved everything about it. The weather getting colder, the look of a landscape blanketed in fresh snow, Christmas music playing everywhere, the red and green decorations, the lights, the wreaths, the trees, buying gifts for your friends and family… the Christmas season was the highlight of Jaune’s year, and this Christmas was going to be his best ever.

Because this year, Jaune… Jaune had a girlfriend. Yes, in spite of the incredulous response he’d gotten from Saphron when he mentioned it, it was true. Jaune now had a girlfriend, and he was walking on sunshine everywhere he went thanks to her. And while Jaune was a little miffed to hear Saphron (and Blanche and Chrys and June and Joan and…) make clear her surprise that he had a girlfriend, even he had to admit… even he had to marvel that he was dating Blake Belladonna. It wasn’t just that she was beautiful, extremely looking the part of the Princess of Menagerie (even if she insisted that was not her title), wasn’t just that she was such a passionate and ardent champion of Faunus rights, wasn’t just that she… had an extremely sex-positive view of relationships (though that was definitely up there) with a kinky side Jaune had never expected of any girl he might date. No, what made Blake so special was…

Well, it was that undefinable Blake-ness that she had. From their first moment of true friendship, after Jaune had caught up to her on accident after she fled from her team, where Jaune had just given her a space to speak her feelings without judgment after he shared with her that he was here on faked credentials, to their first romantic moment, after Jaune had devised a plan to finally trap Roman Torchwick and, as the police led him away in handcuffs, Blake had caught him by surprise with an impulsive kiss on the cheek… followed by an impulsive kiss on the lips and then more, Jaune had found himself utterly enchanted by the mix of vulnerability and self-determination that came from her passionate commitment to her causes. Blake risked herself, risked herself utterly as she struggled with her disenchantment and uncertainty, but she never let it defeat her.

And for Christmas, Jaune was going to make sure that his girlfriend was shown how much he treasured that intimacy. He had plans to make use of their Christmas break, utterly showering her in affection, pampering her and making Blake see how loved she was. He was housesitting for his Aunt, so he would spend the break in Vale with Blake, just the two of them, and Jaune was excited for a chance to really show off. As he walked up to the front door of his Aunt’s place, carefully balancing the bag full of all the supplies he’d need to make the Arc family traditional Christmas punch, he was confident that this was going to be the best Christmas ever.

Except that… as he came into the house, Jaune pretty quickly realized… he wasn’t the only person who had some plans for this Christmas “celebration.”

Standing slack jawed, groceries in hand, in the middle of the room, Jaune had been frozen by what he saw as he glanced at the Christmas tree, beautifully decorated and sparkling while completely overshadowed by an even more decorative element beneath it.

Blake.

Blake w-wearing nothing but… but red ribbons, her nipples and pussy covered with bows as ribbons criss-crossed her pale flesh, wrapped tight around her and tying her arms and legs behind her back. She was tied in a position that spread her legs wide and arched her shoulders back, putting her on full display, as a shiny red ball gag blocked her mouth. Jaune struggled not to just drop his groceries as he set them on the floor and staggered closer to what Blake figured would make for a very merry Christmas.

With her mouth gagged, she couldn’t respond with more than muffled moans as Jaune drew nearer, giving no explanation (well, nothing spoken—her body language was sending some clear signals) as Jaune saw the tag tied to her gag. Lowering himself closer to the bound beauty (who whimpered in the most erotic way Jaune had ever heard as his body drew nearer to hers), he took the tag and read it.

FROM: Yang

TO: Jaune

DO NOT OPEN UNTIL CHRISTMAS

Jaune gave his bound girlfriend a teasing smile and a raised eyebrow. So Yang had been involved in this plan? Obviously someone had to have tied Blake up, but it was certainly an intriguing thought to imagine his girlfriend’s partner tying her up with ribbons and gagging her as a surprise for him.

“Don’t open until Christmas…” he mused, seeing how Blake silently pouted in response, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes as she thrust her chest out in an effort to tantalize him. And not a bad effort, either, judging from how his pants seemed to tighten in response. Blake’s breasts were perfect, just the absolute ideal size for her body, two soft handfuls that were so sensitive, Jaune could easily get his kitten purring as he squeezed and pinched and licked and suckled them all over.

In fact… well, if he couldn’t open until Christmas, that just meant he couldn’t unwrap his gift. But there was nothing saying he couldn’t play with it before Christmas came around, was there? So with a wicked grin on his face, Jaune began to run his hands over Blake’s body. Softly, at first, he merely traced the contours of her curves, enjoying the suppleness of her flesh as he gave her thighs a playful squeeze with one hand as the other stroked her cheek, feeling her soft, silky hair as it cascaded over his fingers.

But while Jaune more than enjoyed this playful exploration, Blake’s eyes rolled at his slightest touch. Even stroking a finger up her abs made her shake and shiver in her bonds, her hips beginning to roll in pantomime of what she’d like to be doing right now. Which made Jaune just want to tease her more. His hands roamed over her body, avoiding her most sensitive places, but with her sensitivity evidently cranked to the max by this denial, every part of her was apparently an erogenous zone. And if that was the case, well, he decided to cap it off by giving her something he knew would drive her utterly wild: kissing her ears.

As soon as his lips met the soft fuzz on her ears, Blake exploded, making a wild, muffled squeal into her gag as her whole body bucked in what was clearly an orgasm. Blake had- had just cum from just kissing? Oh, now Jaune had to see how far her sensitivity went!

Mercilessly tormenting his girlfriend, still caught in the wave of orgasmic bliss, Jaune’s lips and tongue explored her further. He worshiped her ears, whispering sweet praise (Blake’s biggest secret turn on was that she loved being praised, especially for her looks) as he nibbled her earlobe. Then he traced south, kissing around the ribbons that wrapped her breasts, his lips met the heavenly softness of her tits as his tongue darted closer and closer to her covered areola. Poor Blake was in hell as he continued to drift further and further down, her hips jerking upward as though she could break free of her confinement and make his tongue reach her needy clit. But Jaune respected the ribbons, and the instruction not to unwrap his gift, as he traced down past her pussy to kiss her thighs all the way down to her kneecap.

Blake was so overcharged with desire that even kissing her kneecaps was getting her off. Jaune had no idea Blake was so into bondage—she’d certainly never hidden any of her kinks or more adventurous fantasies from him before—but she really responded to getting tied up! Looking up from between his girlfriend’s legs, Jaune marveled at how aroused she was, her whole body flushed and slick with a sheen of sweat as her eyes, glassy and unfocused, swiveled about the room. She struggled against her bonds, desperate to get out and get some relief for the molten heat that was emanating from her pussy, to the point that Jaune began to sympathize with his poor girlfriend.

He knew the card had said not to open his present until tomorrow, and Jaune didn’t want to ruin Blake’s bondage fantasy by untying her too early, especially when she was getting off on this so intensely, but at the same time… he wasn’t sure he could resist temptation any longer! The thought of having Blake tied up for the rest of the day, seeing her in the corner of his eye, hearing her mewls as he got things ready for Christmas, going to bed with the knowledge that his sexy, submissive present was waiting for him beneath the tree… no, no, there was simply no way he had what it took to endure that. So instead, Jaune slowly rose up and placed a hand on the cheery red bow between Blake’s legs.

Her eyes went wide, suddenly snapping into focus as Jaune cupped her pussy. He could feel her struggling to clench her thighs, to trap his hand between her legs and let her greedy pussy suck his fingers in. He could feel the literal heat emanating from her snatch, a fire in her loins only he could quench. All he had to do was untie her, and they could… they could…

Jaune hadn’t realized he’d already pulled the strand to untie the bow until he heard the ribbons shift around Blake’s entire body as, with the knot untied, the whole thing was no longer capable of holding back an experienced—and extremely horny—Huntress from what she wanted. As she slipped an arm from it’s restraints, Blake unlatched her gag and looked at Jaune with a dangerous, toothy, predatory smile.

This was how the mouse felt when cornered by the cat, wasn’t it?

“N-naughty boy, opening- opening your present early,” she giggled deliriously. Evidently, the time spent tied up had… amplified Blake’s lustful side, making Jaune realize he might have made a mistake in untying her, “Naughty, bad- bad boy!”

“Uh, Blake-”

“B-bad boys,” she panted, looking at Jaune with a mad, hungry gleam in her eyes, “get- g-get punished…”

Before Jaune could get a word out, Blake pounced, moving with an agility and grace Jaune had not nearly the experience to counter as she knocked him flat on the floor. Fully pinned, he could barely struggle against her—Blake knew how to subdue a foe—as her fingers sank deep into her shoulders and her dripping pussy ground against the bulge in his pants.

“Too much,” she whined, “Too much clothes! No! NO CLOTHES!”

Jaune was about to reach for his belt until Blake simply slashed his shirt open, her fingernails raking his muscular chest like claws, leaving long red scratches that made Jaune’s eyes go wide. Aura-amplified strength simply snapped his belt as his jeans were reduced to shreds, but in doing so, Blake had freed Jaune’s dick from confinement, standing tall and proud and more than ready to do its part. It was the one thing that could make his cock-mad girlfriend pause as she stared at it, mouth open and eyes wide, wholly consumed by the object of her lusts.

There weren’t many places Jaune excelled as a Huntsman. He wasn’t a great fighter, his knowledge of Grimm wasn’t yet up to par, and while he had a knack for tactics, he wasn’t yet used to commanding his team in the field. But he’d learned enough at Beacon to know that when you had a sliver of opportunity in a dangerous situation… you took it. With Blake hypnotized by the sight of his dick, Jaune knew he only had mere seconds to try and take charge of the situation. So he grabbed two handfuls of Blake’s hair and yanked her face into his dick, pressing his shaft against her nose as he heard the sound of her deeply inhaling his musk as she began to wildly tongue his balls.

From there, he guided his girlfriend into blowing him, her warm, inviting mouth desperately taking as much dick as it could handle as she took him with a feverish intensity. But as her head bobbed away on Jaune’s rock-hard shaft, Jaune felt his control slipping away once more until he released Blake’s dark, silky locks and instead began to stroke her ears as she gobbled his dick. Hearing her erotic moans as she choked on his dick, though, only made things worse! Self-control became more and more impossible as Blake lavished him with the sloppiest blowjob he’d ever experienced and- and- and- ohhhhh fuck!

With a groan, Jaune released into Blake’s mouth, who barely even slowed down to slurp up his seed. He’d never cum this hard before, and yet, Blake didn’t even seem phased by the volume of his emission. She was wild, animalistic, animated entirely by need as she licked his dick clean and made sure she hadn’t missed a drop before slipping her mouth off of his dick. She’d managed to get him hard again, even after already cumming once, and the look in her eyes told him she needed more.

“Nyaaaaaaa,” she giggled, “Kitty needs- needs c-cock in her pussy!”

Jaune’s dick might be raring to go for round two, but the man himself was not so ready to go back into action after draining his balls. He tried to sit up and explain to Blake that he’d need a few minutes to recover, but there was no reasoning with that which wasn’t reasonable. It wasn’t really “Blake” looking down at him, his intelligent, witty, and conscientious girlfriend. This was lust personified, and Jaune realized that, once again, if he let her control the scenario… he was a dead man.

Springing into action, Jaune seized Blake and spun her around, throwing her face down, ass up in front of him. With a growl, he added, “Kitty needs cock, eh?” as he grabbed her generous hips. “Well then, MERRY CHRISTMAS!”

Without delay, he penetrated her, hearing Blake sputter and squeal in ecstatic surprise as his dick went right down to the hilt in her thoroughly lubricated slit. Her walls gripped his shaft in a desperate embrace, echoed across her entire body in a lusty, all-consuming need for his seed. Jaune set to thrusting away, trying to ignore the goddess-like allure of his beautiful girlfriend caught in the grips of raw sexuality, as he did his best to wear her out before she got the chance to devour him.

He would very likely die this Christmas—hell, making it to Christmas might be too much to hope for at this rate!—but as Jaune’s fingers sank into the plush cushions of the Bellabooty and he slammed into her pussy, he knew that this was going to be the best Christmas he, or anyone else, had ever had. No matter what happened, no matter how exhaustion or dehydration overtook him, he was going out as a man!

“MRAAAAAAAOW!” Blake yowled beneath him, “HARDER, MASTER, FUCK YOUR KITTY HARDER!”

Which, Jaune reckoned as he complied with her demand, was just a very enthusiastic, possibly lethal, way of saying, “Merry Christmas” to him, too.

LINE BREAK YANG

Christmas was a bittersweet time. For Yang, Christmastime was about family, and that meant the big empty space where her mom had once been was never more present than when they gathered under the tree. But it was also a time where Yang saw Ruby’s eyes get as wide as saucers at the sight of presents, saw her dad doing his best to give his kids the Christmas they deserved, and sometimes got to see Uncle Qrow after a little bit too much Christmas Cheer try to sing carols in a voice that could only be compared to a dying cat. So there was always a lot of good, even among the bad.

And this year, Yang had brought Weiss with her back to Patch, and got to see how good her family Christmasses really were, with her girlfriend simply melting in the face of so much familial love and care. So this year, her Christmas had been far more sweet than bitter, and it made all the difference in the world.

But what was also giving her a bit of sweetness was knowing that her partner was definitely having a very merry Christmas. Yang had never expected the quiet, bookish girl she met in the woods would be such a kinky freak, and Yang was here for it. Seriously, never would have guessed that there was a dirty girl beneath all that political theory, and what a lucky Vomit Boy to be getting that surprise. Especially with what she had planned for Christmas.

Turns out, cat Faunus actually did go into Heat—seriously, Yang had thought for sure that was just a myth!—and Blake’s would hit its peak the day before Christmas. So she’d asked Yang to help her set up a little Christmas surprise for her lucky boyfriend, leaving her tied up and bound as she endured the submissive delights of being Jaune’s helpless little Christmas present until she’d gotten the Heat out of her system just in time to get unwrapped for Christmas. So Blake would get to experience a fun little bondage fantasy and Jaune would get to enjoy kinky sexytimes without getting his pelvis crushed by a lust-mad catgirl. All around a win-win, and really, the two of them had the most adorably supportive relationship (as much as Weiss grumbled that she didn’t see what Blake saw in Jaune, Yang immediately picked up how much her partner just needed someone as attentive, compassionate, and supportive as Vomit Boy) that Yang didn’t mind getting roped into helping.

Thinking about that, Yang felt she owed her partner a call. She’d left her be over Christmas other than a quick text (that, from the look of things, Blake had been too “busy” to even check), but now would be a good time to call and… hear her dish the dirty deets! In the early morning, wearing her robe and slippers as she poured herself a strong cup of coffee—oh, how she wished she could get Patch-grade coffee in Beacon!—Yang was in the perfect mood for some salacious gossip as she punched in Blake’s number and let it ring. And as her early-rising partner picked it up-

Oh.

Yang knew to expect that Blake was probably spending a lot of time getting frisky with her boyfriend, but… she did not expect to see Blake answer the call wholly buck naked and from the sweat and… other fluids apparently on her, fresh from getting fucked.

“Uh, hey Blake…” Yang began, feeling more bewildered than she’d ever expected to be. “I, uh, see you’re having… a good Christmas?”

“Kitty was baaaaaaaad, mrao!” Blake purred, “Tried- tried to punish Owner for being a bad boy and opening his present early. Had to be…” she shivered in pleasure, “Had to be taught a lesson…”

“Ummm… okay…” Yang was starting to wonder if maybe there were other concerns about banging a Faunus in Heat than the risk of a broken pelvis, “Can you… can you put Jaune on?”

But Blake just shook her head, giggling, “Mmmmm, Owner had to sleep. Had to teach Kitty lots and lots, had to punish her- snrrrk, her naughty pussy until she was a good Kitty!”

Ah.

Well.

So that was something.

Yang made some polite talk to Blake- er, Kitty, who was more than happy to tell Yang everything she might want to hear about how sexy “Owner” was and how many times they did it. Credit to Jaune, he evidently wore out a literal cat in Heat until she… got like this. Where Blake was now telling Yang a whole bunch about how now Kitty wanted a collar to show the whole world that she was a good, domesticated kitty. By the time Yang had hung up, she was starting to wonder, just from the enthusiasm in Blake’s voice, if she hadn’t set this up with the intention that Jaune would open his gift early and, um, break her in…

Well, if that was the case, it was consensual, right? And that meant… it was probably all okay, right?

Sipping her coffee, Yang figured she’d… see what things were like when she, Ruby, and Weiss got back to Beacon and then they’d… deal with things then. Maybe the problem would just fix itself!

Yeah, that was possible. She’d focus on that. Though… and she had to chuckle thinking about it—Pyrrha was going to be jea-lous!