Kitten Udders--Also, Beacon!

What's the worst that could happen? I don't think it'd be an exaggeration to say everything that used to be me has changed, including morals. I'm not above **** anyone who's got a mind to rat me out.

Evidence shows that I'm adept at orgasm ****, so here's hoping it's another Faunus to break.

I stand, brush an imaginary speck off my shoulder, and open the door.

Outside, a picture-perfect copy of Blake with a different haircut and more subdued wardrobe stands, her hand still held up mid-knock. "O-oh...I'm sorry...I think...I-you-I..."

It then occurs to me that not only am I still naked, and Heat is still running as powerful as ever, but Blake's prone, shaking form is still visible behind me. Oops. My face hardens and I yank her inside, locking the door behind us.

I expect her to resist, but not even in my most radical predictions does she act the way she does. She turns Blake over gently, rubbing her daughter's thighs

"Did you...impregnate her?"

That's not the kind of response you should expect from a mother. I scratch the back of my neck absentmindedly. "No. We didn't get that far."

A relieved laugh. And just like that, all perceived tension is broken. She grins, exploring her daughter's cunt! Two fingers lewdly move through Blake's folds. Her hypersensitive nerves make her body jerk in unconsciousness, a truly arousing sight. Well, more arousing.

"That's good to hear." All the timidness is gone from Kali's voice. "I don't want Blake to have to worry about children until she's finished her education. So if you're gonna keep this up, do be sure to remain protected or get yourself infertile." A final flick sends Blake's body into a spasm, stirring more juices out of her flowerpot.

The sight in front of me looks too good; I kneel behind the canonically older Faunus and get to work groping her sizable chest. Damn, I thought Blake was stacked! Then again, Yang does exist, so I just need to explore more.

"Sorry for prying, but... mothers generally aren't as calm as you after seeing their daughters passed out on the floor of a bathroom."

A second laugh. "Yes, but then you don't know of a mother who'd partake in their daughter's 'special place', now do you?" Kali leans back into my shoulder, her fingers still drilling another orgasm out.

My hands brush smooth skin to remove her robes. I wonder if the ease at which I pull them from her frame was considered when they were designed. "There a story behind that?"

"Just a mother and daughter who love each other very much," she giggles, "and I'm rather sad to see she's cheated on me. I suppose punishments are in order once we've got a bit of privacy."

That sounds hot. Kali wriggles her bum against my thick buddy, purring. "But you're not getting off without punishment either, brother. I'm gonna milk this cock," she grabs and squeezes for good measure, "drier than a desert."

She turns around, holding a boob the size of the moon in each palm, and seals my dick between them, pumping vigorously.

Holy! That's amazing! No wonder Blake acted like an animal! I'm tempted to hump with wild abandon, but this is a process that demands respect.

The boobjob is divine from start to finish. When my head swells, she gives a shit-eating grin and snares it deep in her throat. The sensation of her tongue rolling over my glands hits the spot: sticky, hot semen pumps free. Her eyes glaze over, and a small dribble escapes her lips, but the rest goes down.

She smacks her lips, eyeing the object of her pleasures. "Not bad. Not bad at all. Now why not show me--"

The airship changes directions, sending us to the floor beside Blake, who is just beginning to stir out of her orgasm-addled haze. Kali whimpers unhappily but moves away all the same.

"Looks like this bus is nearing its destination. Get dressed, brother, and I'll take care of Blake."

She's only eighteen, but her words have all the authority of my mother. I oblige, then do my best to swab up the pool of juices that came to be. I'm not sure this bathroom has ever seen as much action as today, nor will it ever again in the future.

Kali managed to stuff Blake back into her clothes while drawing out another four orgasms--damn!--of the poor catgirl. She sags on her mother's shoulder, while the more mature one (in theory) grins like a Cheshire cat.

We exit as a group, me behind to take the liberty of fondling both Bella-booties. Kali's look is endearing and Blake's is needy. Did we break her? Uncertain, but there's one thing that is: Kali's new presence in Blake's life unfortunately proves that I'm not her first.

Our bench is where we left it, and we settled in just in time for Glynda's welcoming speech. I'm more interested in her chest size than her words. She raises morale and promises a grand future for the best and bravest of civilization, blah, blah, blah. It's cute, but I don't think it would've gotten a positive reaction from me even if I wasn't preoccupied with my existence as a fuck lord. Fuckboy? Fuckman?

The airship lands, and I see a few familiar faces. Jaune raced toward the nearest depository for his stomach. Nora, hanging off Ren like a human accessory. Ruby and Yang are tussling, the latter especially not caring about how much skin she flashes. She catches me staring and winks before the crowds obscure her.

I try to spot Velvet, but Kali pulls us into a bathroom to clean up a little and wring more orgasms from Blake. Honestly, I'm starting to worry for both of them. Whatever inhibitions Kali might have had towards her daughter seem to be gone, while Blake can't seem to catch a break, still as hypersensitive as ever. Can Heat turn her skin into an erogenous zone? I'm pretty darn sure it's trying its hardest.

Once we reach the orientation hall--barring a few of the 'incidents' in the show--Ozpin gives his grand speech, further impassioning all the Huntsmen-in-training present, before we're sent off to the great hall for the one-night mass sleepover.

It's tempting to run around to scout future targets, locate Velvet, or even try to spy on Ozpin and Glynda to get some information on Salem, but I opt to forgo all that in exchange for pleasant company. One way or another, Yang found me and dragged her sister over to say hello and flirt.

My eyes were drawn to Ruby's creamy shoulders more than her sister, who enjoyed my gaze but was too shy to act upon it. I'd remedy that later. After seeing her chest wasn't having the intended effect, Yang got all buddy-buddy with Kali. I think she might've even partook in fingering Blake's twat, or just watched. Either way, her cheeks were scarlet by the time she left in lieu of her sleeping bag.

Ruby, whom I'd been making pleasant conversation with, made her leave too, but not before we exchanged scroll numbers--one was at the bottom of my bag--and that of her sister too. I wouldn't have to wait long until I had the jerk and **** material Images promised.

I climbed into a larger sleeping bag with Kali, where we spent most of the night practicing our French kissing. Blake was on her own to our right, staring at the ceiling vacantly while her fingers moved as a blur beneath the cloth, frothing her pussy into a frenzy. I hope she'll get some rest, else she'll be dead tired tomorrow.