A Chance Encounter (RWBY)

A Chance Encounter (RWBY)

A/N: A Chance Encounter was a Patreon Poll Winner originally written back in 2018, posted to HF back in 2021, and now posted here for people to enjoy!

Summary: Jaune Arc worries at ever getting a girlfriend. Meanwhile, Blake is having problems with an unassertive Sun.

Themes: Breeding, Pet Play, Body Writing

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He felt weird, needless to say. But then, it was the first time Jaune Arc had ever been in a bar. It was the first time he'd ever had alcohol at that. Here he was though, seated on a stool, nursing a glass of some sort of drink that the bartender had recommended. As a hunter-in-training at Beacon, he was allowed to, apparently. Well, so long as he didn't get drunk and then use his aura and hunter abilities to cause damage.

Heh, of course, Jaune was also a fraud, wasn't he? Sure, he had his aura unlocked now thanks to Pyrrha, and she was also tutoring him every single day, but that didn't change the fact that he'd forged his transcripts, nor did it change that Team JNPR was way more than he deserved. It was just one big mess... and besides all that, Jaune found himself bemoaning his chances of ever getting Weiss to like him.

... Maybe he was reaching there. Maybe it was silly of him to be trying to woo the Schnee Heiress. She was so far out of his league that Jaune... well, he needed another drink. Taking a swig of his current one, the blonde doesn't quite choke this time like he did with the first gulp. It still burns going down though, but it also feels pretty damn smooth.

Regardless, was it truly ridiculous for him to want to find love? Jaune didn't think so. Especially not when their lives were so dangerous. His parents had gotten together early on and had his oldest sister before they even graduated. It was a dog-eat-dog world out there and pairing off and making babies was just the way things went. And yet, Jaune despaired at ever getting a girlfriend, just as he despaired at ever being a respectable hunter. How was he supposed to do either when he was just so... pathetic?

Someone sits down beside him and slaps some Lien down on the table.

"Get me a drink."

Jaune freezes at the familiar voice, even as the bartender takes the Lien.

"The usual?"

"... Yeah."

Slowly, Jaune turns his head and looks to his right. At the same time, Blake Belladonna finally turns her head to regard him as well, and judging by her widening eyes, she had NOT actually recognized him until now.

"B-Blake?"

"Jaune?!"

For a moment, they both clamp up. Then, Blake's drink arrives, and she takes his attention off of him for a moment to snatch it off the bar and take a big, long gulp. When she's done, she slams the glass back down and looks at him.

"What're you doing here, Jaune?"

The moment of shock and hesitation has clearly passed quickly for her, while for him its... well, he's not nearly as confident or self-assured.

"I, um, I... j-just getting a drink?"

Blake's eyes slide down to the glass in his own hand, and she snorts derisively.

"What do you have to drink about, huh?"

Indignation rises in his chest, even as he flushes with embarrassment. Before Jaune can think it through, he blurts out the first thing to come to mind, completely off the cuff.

"Well, a lack of a girlfriend for one. Why, you offering?"

Blake's eyes widen at the brazen come-on, while Jaune has to fight not to react in the same way to his stupid mouth. He's half-ready for a beating, only for Blake to throw her head back and laugh. For a moment, Jaune thinks she's laughing at him, and his neck gets all the hotter as he grits his teeth. But then Blake's hand is on his arm and her lips are at his ear.

"Let's get out of here, Jaune. I know a place nearby."

Wait, what? How... was this seriously happening? Blake's hand squeezes his arm in a surprisingly intimate way and her breath ghosts across his ear, and then she's pulling away from him, slipping off the barstool just as quickly as she'd gotten onto it. She takes a few steps and then turns, giving him a nice profile of her backside as she plants a hand on a hip and grins.

Grabbing hold of the tail coming out of her ass, Jaune gives it an experimental tug, confirming that its lodged firmly in her back door.

"Slut..."

The word leaves his mouth, even as he uses his other hand to guide his saliva-covered cockhead into Blake's sopping wet cunt. She's more than ready for him, though she still moans and even squeals as he penetrates her, her insides clenching down tightly even as they stretch around his girth. It's like she's never had sex before, but Jaune high doubts that if she has the confidence to present herself like this to him. He's the virgin here, not her... but he's also the one in control, and he kind of likes that.

Smacking her ass HARD, Jaune grunts as he fucks Blake in earnest. But even as he does so, he finds himself wanting more. He wants...

"Where's the pen, pet?"

Blake moans, but a moment later, he's presented with a black marker. She'd had it in her hand the entire time, and he just hadn't noticed it. Grinning like a loon, Jaune uncaps the thing and holds Blake's ass in place, even as he continues to pound into her while writing on her butt cheek. The words "Fuck Toy" stare back at him in sloppy lettering when he's done, and Jaune feels a fresh pulse of arousal at seeing them written on Blake's flesh. Meanwhile, Blake is obviously getting off on it as well, the strangest mewling leaving her throat and her hips bouncing back into his cock harder and faster.

Jaune proceeds to write even more degrading things all over his pet kitty cat's body, panting breathlessly as he adorns her flesh with such classics as "Cum Dump", "Cock Slut", "Free Use Whore" and the like. Whatever stupid, ridiculous, but most of all lewd things pop into his head, the young man writes them on Blake's back.

And she loves it. Jaune makes sure to tell her each time what he's written on her, disparaging and degrading her verbally, even as he fucks her roughly. Blake clenches down HARD around his cock again and again, and ultimately Jaune realizes she's actually cumming, her orgasms bringing him closer and closer to his own.

But then, where else is he supposed to cum? She IS his breeding sow. With a victorious shout and a triumphant grunt, Jaune cums inside of Blake, filling her inner passage with his seed, pumping most of his load directly into the cat faunus' womb. In response, Blake arches her back and tilts her head towards the ceiling, positively shrieking her own explosive finish as she orgasms one last time from the feel of him cumming inside of her.

And then it's done, and Blake slumps forward, prone, Jaune's cock slipping out of her slick insides and just oozing the last bits of his cum down onto her. Kneeling there, staring down at Blake's graffiti adorned body, Jaune can only think of one thing to do. He reaches over and grabs his scroll, opening it up and starting video.

Blake notices of course, her eyes widening as she twists to look up at him. But she makes no move to stop him as he takes in all of her with the scroll, a wild grin on his face.

"For posterity's sake, pet. Say hi to the camera and tell everyone watching just who and what you are."

It was a gamble, sure, but Jaune was riding high on practically everything at this point. If this was what got his ass beat twelve ways to Sunday, then fuck it... he'd take the beating with a smile on his face and memories to last him a lifetime. In the end though, that's not how it goes. In the end... Jaune's gamble pays off as Blake bats her eyelashes again, pouting mightily up at the camera, her freshly fucked body with degrading writing all over it fully on display.

"Hi, everyone. I'm Blake Belladonna... and I'm my Master's loyal Breeding Sow."

Jaune lets out a happy and perhaps partially relieved sigh, before shutting the scroll off and grinning at Blake.

"Not going to show that to anyone... ever. But god if it isn't the hottest thing in the world."

Biting her lower lip, Blake wiggles her rump in his direction, the tail plug in between her butt cheeks wiggling too.

"Have I been a good girl, Master? Do I get a reward?"

Reaching down and grabbing Blake by the hips, Jaune draws her up onto her knees and with a lot more confidence then he'd had at the beginning of the night, gives her a wicked grin and a nod.

"Oh yeah... in fact, I think my pet is due for another thick, sticky load of cream-filling."

Blake opens her mouth to speak, but Jaune is already inside of her, filling her cum-plastered insides with his massive meat rod all over again, turning whatever, she might have said into a fresh moan of pleasure as she just lays there and takes it, and Jaune gives her all he has.

Maybe... maybe following in his parents' footsteps wouldn't be so hard after all.

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