She was ready.

That’s what she told herself as she sat behind the controls of her borrowed Bullhead, hands on the yoke and eyes downcast. She had landed a whole minute ago and was still belted in place, heart pitter-pattering and a bit of sweat slipping down from her hairline.

Velvet ran a hand through her hair, making sure it didn’t bunch up near her ears. The casual gesture helped. It was normal, bracing even. Just something she did. Something entirely unlike anything she was about to do.

She glanced at the package resting on the seat next to hers and flushed before looking away from the otherwise ordinary briefcase. The contents were so benign, just cloth and lace and... and she was breathing hard and cursing Coco for helping her again.

Mind made up on the spur of the moment, Velvet took the case in one hand, undid her buckles with the other and stepped out of the Bullhead and onto the dry ground of the Grimmlands.

The Spire rose up above her, surrounded by countless flying and flitting Grimmsects of all sorts and sizes, the occasional normal Grimm joining the swarm. Akelarre was certainly within if the number of them meant anything.

A few Grimmsects buzzed by her, but they were quick to give her room as she walked to the side entrance of the majestic, evil and majestically evil tower. Unfortunately, her plans of racing up to Akelarre’s rooms and meeting her friend were derailed as soon as she stepped into the shadows of the building.

Salem was there. Tall, and a thousand times more imposing then that monolith behind her. Her darker-than-night hair fell on her shoulders with a graceful wave as she nodded to Velvet. “Hello, little one,” she said.

“Ah, h-hi,” Velvet said. Even after all that time, she still had a hard time not squeaking when facing the queen of the Grimm.

“You are here to see Akelarre,” the queen said. It wasn’t a question. Her eyes roved over Velvet’s body, inspecting her the way Velvet might a freshly developed photograph. “What’s in the box?”

Velvet hugged the case to her chest, blood rushing up her neck and to her cheeks. Salem’s only reaction to that was a slight upwards twitch of her brow. “J-just a gift. For Akelarre.”

“Show me.”

She wondered how far she would get if she turned tail like a frightened little rabbit and ran straight for the Bullhead. At least dying would be less mortifying than showing Akelarre’s mom what was in the case.

Salem extended a hand in a ‘give me’ gesture and Velvet surrendered without a fight. Her eyes focused on the ground. Made if she stared at it hard enough the planet would do the nice thing and swallow her up.

Taking the briefcase in one hand, Salem turned just as a Beowolf ran over and deposited it in its waiting arms. She snapped it opened and took a long look within. “Hrm,” she said before reaching in and pinching something. When her hand rose it was holding onto a collar. A very lacy collar. “Well at least you have good tastes,” she said.

Velvet started looking for a rock. A nice big rock. A rock good enough to bash her silly head open with.

She suddenly found the case being--rather gently--pushed back into her arms. “There’s a bathroom next to Akelarre’s bedroom. Do take a shower first. I will ensure that my daughter is distracted for the new hour or so.”

“T-thank you,” Velvet said. Or she said something that sounded like that, if one could translate her squeaking.

“Hrm, think nothing of it, child.” The queen turned on her heel and walked back into the depths of her castle. Velvet thought she heard ‘grandbabies’ and ‘little bunny ears’ coming from the woman, but it might have just been the wind.

She had bigger things to think on as she rushed into the castle and up to Akelarre’s floor.

***

Stripping for a shower was only a little bit embarrassing. After all, this wasn’t her home, or even the dorms back in Beacon, but she had certainly spent her fair share of time in the Spire over the last year or so. It didn’t feel like home, but it did feel like a safe place.

And she knew that Akelarre would never betray her privacy with bugs while she showered.

Probably.

There was a bit of a thrill to the idea that maybe Akelarre was a bit of a pervert and snuck a peek sometimes. The thought alone had Velvet’s cheeks flaming as she got the water to a nice temperature and stepped under the spray.

Was it weird to be thinking of her friend as a pervert when she was getting ready to... to do... she swallowed. “D-don’t be a silly bunny Velvet,” she whispered as warm water slid down her head and back. “You’re going to do it, and it's g-going to be great.”

She started scrubbing herself down with a cloth while thinking of all the advice she had received. Most of it... all of it actually, was from Coco. She started rubbing at her chest a little harder, then down her legs and finally between them.

She might have spent more time there than was necessary, but she wanted to be clean for... that.

After all, Coco and some of the other girls at Beacon had told horror stories about their first times, how they weren’t quite ready and how it had hurt a little. She thought she was ready. Very ready. Gushingly ready. She shook her head, ears flopping out as she did and turned off the shower to towel off. Maybe Akelarre had lube around if they were going to do things with... toys and things.

She had to take a while to towel off properly.

Then it was just her and the briefcase.

With trembling hands, Velvet snapped the locks open and opened it. Black fabric greated her, lined with white lace in tiny intricate flower patterns. Everything was laid out in the order she would have to put it on.

She took out the black hosiery first, a pair of neatly folded thigh-highs that she had to bend over double to slip on. They were nice and soft and silky over her legs, stopping just a few inches above her knees and leaving a little indent of flesh along her thighs that Coco said was the ‘hottest thing ever.’

Next came the garter belt. Her face was rather warm as she slid it on just above the curve of her hips, then she attached it to the thigh highs with little suspenders the way the nice lady at the shop had showed her.

The corset was just a little tricky, but she was already very slim and this one was designed to be tied at the front and removed very easily. The implications of that, and the way it made her bust look in the mirror, had her throat going dry.

She looked at herself for a moment, blushing all the way to the tips of her bunny ears as she took in the way the lingerie made her legs look very long and, hopefully, inviting. The way her bust was squeezed together a little certainly helped draw the eye, but the biggest thing was the distinct lack of panties or anything else covering her there.

She looked away and dove back into the briefcase and found the lacey maid top and poofy skirt with all the ruffles. At least that would hide everything important. She hoped. There might still be a breeze, especially as... she paused and picked up her towel again. Obviously she hadn’t been as through as she had to be.

When she was done she stood before the mirror again and nodded to herself before fitting her little white cap on at a jaunty angle. It was perfect. She tried a smile, but it came out as more of a wobbly, uncertain smirk.

Well, at least no one could say she wasn’t putting her best foot forwards for this. She had wanted something to happen for a... while now. A long while. A long while spent dreaming and fantasizing and almost making a move or waiting for Akelarre to make one and being disappointed in herself when she didn’t and overjoyed when Akelarre didn’t push.

No more!

She was a brave bunny and she was going to prove it.

Just as soon as she was ready... in a few minutes.

***

She was waving the feather-duster around, sending tiny plumes of dust into the air to dance in the sunbeams coming from the windows in the bedroom’s far wall. It was actually kind of fun. Certainly it was distracting her from all the other things, like the way her thighs rubbed together when she got to her tippy toes (she had refused to wear the so called ‘fuck me heels’ that Coco had found, opting instead for sensible flats,) or the way there was a bit of a breeze along her lower regions.

She was distracting herself so well, that the sound of the door opening took a few long seconds to register. She froze, arms outstretched to reach the highest shelf of a bookcase and legs poking out behind her in a way that probably made her look like the kind of woman her mother didn’t want her to be.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Velvet turned her head around to find Akelarre standing in the doorway, mouth agape and cheeks slowly going pink.

Velvet had lines. She had practiced them, much to her eternal shame, with Coco all night. She was supposed to greet Akelarre, turn around, bow and say ‘welcome home mistress,’ then something like ‘I’m sorry this poor maid hasn’t finished her work on time. I suppose you’ll have to... punish me.’

None of that came out. Instead, she said, “Weee,” her voice’s pitch shifting wildly before she coughed and tried again. “Mistress... punish?”

Velvet’s face was fire.

Akelarre slowly closed the door behind her, never taking her eyes off of Velvet save for a quick glance up and down Velvet’s body that had the rabbit faunus feeling very faint. “Velvet?”

“Y-yes?”

“Why are you dressed like a maid?”

Velvet blinked slowly. That was a very good question. A terribly good question. She had the impression that ‘because that’s how they do it in my Mistraillian cartoons’ was not the right answer. Nor, apparently, was staring while her face flushed harder and harder.

“Okay, maybe another question then,” Akelarre said. “What are you doing in my room?”

“Punish me.”

The two words had slipped out of her like a gasp, coming out low and breathy and far, far more sensual than she had imagined.

Akelarre grinned, and it was that easy going smile, the one that she only ever showed her friends, the one that made Velvet’s heart do funny things and that made her lov-- Her thoughts were cut off like a train running into a mountain. She was ready to sleep with her best friend, but not admit to that. Not yet.

She was a brave bunny, but not that brave.

“So you want me to...” It was Akelarre’s turn to have her face light up. “P-punish you?” Akelarre asked. There was a lilt to her tone that Velvet had never heard before. Teasing and... flirty. Oh lord it was working. Akelarre started walking towards her, hips swaying with every step.

She nodded, not trusting her voice at all.

“And have you been a...” Akelarre paused as if looking for words and almost tripped. “B-bad maid?”

“S-so bad,” Velvet squeaked.

Akelarre was right in front of her, not so much as a step away. She had been this close to her friend before, of course, but there had never been an electric tingle in the air like she felt now. “So bad, huh?” Akelarre asked as she leaned even closer to Velvet.

Velvet was desperately trying to remember if she had taken those breath mints like Coco said she should when softness touched her lips.

Her body stiffened, everything going really tight for just a moment before she felt a warm hand touching her belly and she sank into the kiss.

She didn’t know what she was doing, but Akelarre seemed to. Not that she had never kissed anyone, of course.

Her dad used to kiss her forehead before she left for school when she was little. Every morning. That meant that Velvet had gotten lots of kisses. Those counted. She was certain.

She Akelarre pulled back, tongue darting out to lick her lips, Velvet found herself leaning forwards towards the slightly taller woman. “So, Velvet,” Akelarre asked, her voice somehow husky despite the unbelievably red blush on her face. “S-should I, um, punish my maid, or should I reward her for her hard work?”

Akelarre’s stuttering, and the way her eyes dipped down, only to focus on her bust for a second before darting back up, had Velvet feeling all giddy inside. She still had to answer though. Just as soon as she found her voice.

“I, I should be pun-punished, for taking, um, taking my Mistress’ kiss like that,” she said. “And then, maybe I can, um, reward my mistress for being so good?” Oh wow that had been many more words than she was ready to speak.

“Yeah, that sounds, that sounds nice,” Akelarre said. Her eyes started scanning the room, stopping on the four-poster bed in the middle for a moment before darting away. Next to the bed was a lounge chair, a big armless chair that was almost a small throne. “Come here, maid,” Akelarre said.

She grabbed Velvet’s hand, sweaty palm wrapping around Velvet’s own before she started pulling her towards the bed. She gave Velvet a comforting squeeze before she sat down, then, after a bit of fumbling where Velvet felt as if the grace of a dozen years of hunter training had left her, Akelarre guided Velvet to her side.

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“B-bend over,” she demanded.

Velvet swallowed, suddenly hyper aware of her rather uncovered backside. “Um, on, on your knees?” she asked. She hoped. She tried not to faint.

Akelarre nodded, blushing furiously.

Velvet complied, bending almost double and placing hands that burned on Akelarre’s thighs so that she was bent over her best friend’s lap, her butt sticking out obscenely into the air and the ruffles of her skirt spreading.

She twitched when Akelarre placed a hand on her butt, even if it was through all the layers of her skirt. “So, how uh, how bad of a maid were you?” Akelarre asked.

“T-terrible,” she said. If only Akelarre knew that kinds of degenerate thoughts she’d had she wouldn’t even want to touch her.

There was a fwump as Akelarre’s hand came down, almost lightly, on Velvet’s bum. Through all the material it didn’t feel like anything more than a squeeze. That was still enough that she felt her heart speeding up.

“Have you been having bad, naughty thoughts about your... mistress?” Akelarre asked.

Velvet nodded. “I, I have.”

Another fwump, this time on her other side. She bit her lip, expecting pain, but there was nothing but the silky material of the skirt being patted against her backside.

“And, and how long have you been having these thoughts?”

Velvet was so happy that she couldn’t see Akelarre’s face from her position. “A, a year?”

This time the smack was a little harder and back on the first cheek. “A whole year?”

“Y-yes?” she said, the shame in her voice unfeigned.

The next smack wasn’t as hard, and Velvet had to suppress the disappointment. “How awful. Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?”

“...Harder?” Her breathing stopped. That had not been what she wanted to say. Well, wanted yes, supposed to... no.

Akelarre paused for a long time, but her hand wasn’t idle, it slid under her skirt and ran up and down her thigh, never going as high as Velvet feared, or wanted, but trailing across her thigh-highs and to the naked skin between her legs all the same.

“Well then, you’ll need to scoot up a little bit,” Akelarre said.

“Up?” Velvet asked. She tried to comply, scooting backwards so that her butt was way up in the air. She wondered if the blood rushing to her face was from the position or the embarrassment. Then it got a lot worse. Akelarre tugged on her skirt, making it ride up her tummy and lift from her hips until she rolled it forwards and exposed her rear to the world. A hand pressing down on the small of her back had her resting on Akelarre’s lap again, butt bent right over her legs.

“You’re not wearing panties,” Akelarre observed in a whisper.

“I... I’m not,” she confirmed.

The smack came out of nowhere, a firm slap across her butt that made a clear and ringing ‘fwap’ sound. She eeped even as a jolt of burning pain raced across her bum and warmed up her tummy.

“How naughty,” Akelarre said. She smacked her again, on the other cheek this time.

Velvet closed her eyes as she felt her butt jiggling from the stroke. “I’m sorry,” she squeaked.

Another smack, right over the first one and just a little harder, hard enough that she squeaked again. “I didn’t hear you,” Akelarre said before hitting her other cheek.

“I said I was sorry,” Velvet said. She was panting. She didn’t remember when she had started panting.

“Oh,” Akelarre said. She placed a too-warm hand on her butt, then raised it suddenly. Another ‘fwap’ and jolt of warmth across her bum, then another on the other cheek. “Do you think that’s enough punishment?” Akelarre asked.

Velvet shook her head so hard her ears flopped, then she realized what she was asking for.

The next smacks came before she could consider it properly. Not that she could speak well, with how hard she was biting her lower lip. Soon, after a few more smacks, she had her gasping under control enough to speak. “Harder, please. I’ve... been a really bad bunny.”

“Harder it is.” The next strike had her bouncing on Akelarre’s lap. It stung, it hurt, she could feel all five fingers leaving a mark that would probably still be there the next morning.

She moaned.

“Oh, wow,” Akelarre whispered as she squirmed a little under Velvet’s weight. The next smack was just as hard and Velvet tried to keep her voice to herself. She succeeded when only a pleased whimper escaped. “Damn, that’s hot,” Akelarre murmured. Velvet had the impression she wasn’t supposed to hear that.

Akelarre was building up to a rhythm, a smack coming in every ten seconds or so. Sometimes she would gently rub Velvet’s butt between spanks, the soft touch sending warm, electric jolts up Velvet’s spine.

“My leg is... wet?” Akelarre asked.

Velvet took a few seconds to realize the cause. Her inner thigh was soaked, and where she could feel her... her special place rubbing against Akelarre’s pants it was far, far from dry. “I, I’m so sorry,” she whimpered.

That earned her another excellent pair of smacks across her rear. She was breathing hard not to moan out something obscene and far too lewd. There was a long, long pause, then she felt Akelarre’s hand sliding down from her butt and between her legs.

She gasped when warm fingers brushed past her lips. No one had ever touched her there before, not that she hadn’t been waiting for this moment for far, far too long. She twitched when Akelarre’s fingers moved in a circle, pushing her lips aside and rubbing against all of her... her pussy.

“M-mistress?” she squeaked.

“I... I see that my maid has been, um, really affected by her punishment,” Akelarre said.

Velvet could hear the hitch in the girl’s breathing as she pushed her lips wide open in what had to be the most obscene gesture. It was a fight not to squeeze her thighs together around her probing fingers.

Then something slipped into her. She tensed as Akelarre dipped in and then our of her with her middle finger. It didn’t go deep, no deeper than Velvet had explored herself, but it felt like an intrusion, like something so different from her own explorations that she didn’t know how to react.

Her body, on the other hand, seemed to know what it wanted. Her hips bucked as Akelarre’s fingers moved over her again, and when Akelarre found her button...

Velvet moaned, the sound only growing louder as Akelarre dipped into her just a little, she used her now-soaking fingers to massage the top of her pussy all around her button. She felt her butt rising up and following the little motions.

The coiling heat in her tummy exploded.

Velvet shivered, her legs squeezed together until Akelarre’s hand had no chance to move and her breathing hitched. Sparks filled her vision and for just a moment she thought she might black out.

Then the feeling receded, leaving her a gasping mess on Akelarre’s lap.

“That didn’t take you long,” Akelarre said.

Velvet felt herself flushing again. She had had an orgasm. A small one, but it had only taken a few pokes from Akelarre to get her there. “I, I’m sorry?”

“N-no, don’t be,” Akelarre said. She wiggled a little under Velvet and, taking the hint, she pushed herself off and came to her feet.

She almost fell back when her legs wobbled under her, and the sensation of wetness running down her thighs had her feeling like her face was going to light up again, but she was distracted by the wide-eyed look on Akelarre’s face.

Her friend, her best friend, stared at her hand that was covered in her juices. She looked up to Velvet, and with a mischievous gleam in her eye, brought her hand to her mouth and licked her fingers clean.

Velvet almost fainted again.

Giggling, Akelarre got to her feet with a bounce and patted her pants down. She gripped the edge where there was a rather large stain and pouted a little. “Going to have to clean these,” she said as if the stain wasn’t made by Velvet’s... velvet.

“That, that’s my fault,” Velvet said.

Akelarre shrugged one shoulder. “It happens? I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“N-no, I should, I should do something about it,” Velvet said. She stepped closer to Akelarre, hands reaching out towards her friends hips. She paused when her hands touched her belt. “If my mistress wants?” she asked.

When Velvet glanced up, her eyes locked with Akelarres and the two stared at each other for a long time while Velvet’s breathing evened out and her hands started to burn over her friend’s belt.

“If you want,” Akelarre said. “It seems fair that my maid would clean up the mess left by her punishment.”

Velvet hid a smile by looking down and allowing her hair to cascade before her rosy cheeks. She busied herself unbuckling Akelarre’s belt, then undoing the buttons of her pants.

The pants dropped with a clatter, leaving Akelarre with nothing on but her shirt, her socks, and a pair of beige boy’s boxers.

Boxers that had a large, unseemly stain on the front, a stain that had them pressing up against Akelarre’s...

Velvet swallowed and used the word that Coco had taught her and that she had always found so, so dirty. But there was no denying that Akelarre’s pussy was right there, and just a little bit visible though the wet, sticky parts of her underwear.

She placed a hand on each side of the underpants and slowly, slowly pulled them down.

They stuck a little down the middle, coming off Akelarre’s pussy with just the slightest bit of wet resistance.

Velvet let go of the boxers and let them fall down to Akelarre’s ankles. She was too busy staring to care, staring right at the puffy lips, at the little tuft of pitch black hair and at the slightest bit of wetness she could see, wetness that she had caused.

“L-like what you see?” Akelarre asked.

Velvet nodded. She did, she really did.

She started to lean forwards, mouth opening just a little as she caught the barest most tantalizingly dirty scent.

“Wait, wait,” Akelarre said.

Velvet stopped, not that she really knew what she was going to do.

Akelarre stepped out of her pants, shucked off her socks and the boxers still around her ankles, then walked over to the bed. She sat down on the very edge, crossed her legs, then uncrossed them. “There, isn’t that better?” she asked.

Velvet nodded and moved closer on her knees, like a dog crawling to its master. It was humiliating and if Akelarre so much as commented on it she was going to leave a mess on the floor. Her butt still stung from the punishment, so there was no way she could sit back on her heels.

Gently, with fingers that were trembling just the tiniest bit, she pressed against Akelarre’s thighs and her friend allowed her legs to spread.

It was so lewd. It was also the hottest thing Velvet had ever seen, especially then Akelarre looked away from her with cheeks tinged pink.

Taking all of her bravery in hand, Velvet leaned forwards and kissed Akelarre’s lower lips. The thighs next to her head twitched, Akelarre let out a tiny gasp. Velvet smiled. She was getting a reaction.

“It seems like my mistress hasn’t been taking care of herself,” she said. The wash of pride when she didn’t stutter went ignored. “As her maid, I will have to clean after her, of course.”

“Of course,” Akelarre said, then she squeaked when Velvet gave her a big, long lick.

She didn’t know what she was doing, not really, but at least she had enthusiasm on her side. Akelarre was tensing around her with every lick, it was as if Velvet was pulling on all the little strings that controlled her best friend.

Taking a deep breath through her nose, Velvet doze in, eyes half-lidded as she focused on the little twitches as gasps Akelarre made, the attention always going back to the bits that made her react the most.

Her jaw was aching, her tongue was sore, and it had only been a minute or two at most, but Velvet was proud of her progress, especially when a hand slid behind her head and pushed her closer.

Akelarre was breathing hard when she reached out and touched Velvet on one ear and ran a hand up the delicate organ. “You’re so pretty, you know,” she said.

Velvet froze, tongue sticking out and a bit of drool and other stuff on her chin.

“Such a pretty maid deserves a reward, I think,” Akelarre said.

Velvet wasn’t expecting Akelarre to bend forwards and grab her under each armpit, she was expecting it even less when she was lifted and tossed onto the middle of the bed, her butt protesting at the bouncing motion. “What?” she asked.

Akelarre jumped on the bed to stand above her. There was a look in her eyes that had Velvet shuddering all over. “Time for part two,” Akelarre said.