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For centuries, Fort Arc had been the forefront of Humanity's sovereignty, a bastion of endurance and resistance against the endless hordes sent forth by the Empire of Menagerie to break the last stronghold of Humanity in Sanus.
Before Fort Arc stretched No Man's Land, ravaged by artillery, mines, the tracks of armoured vehicles, rockets and missiles over the course of centuries of brutal warfare. Behind Fort Arc was the Breadbasket - miles of fields that sustained the last strip of Humanity on Sanus - and beyond the Breadbasket the city of Ansel, one of the last human cities in the world.
For forty years, Nicholas Arc had been Marshal of the Bulwark, defender of Sanus and a hero to mankind. Six months ago he had fallen during a Faunus assault, brought low in an enemy airstrike. Now the defence of Fort Arc fell to his son, as did the responsibility of being the “Shield of Humanity”.
Jaune wasn't ready for this. He was seventeen! Yet he had been raised with the expectation his father could die at any time and he would be expected to take over. He mourned his father, but it was far from a surprise and Jaune did his best with what he had available to him.
He sighed, slumping as he read another report detailing the grim state of their shell production. Humanity stood strong…but the ground beneath their feet was quickly crumbling. Aging infrastructure, strains supply lines and a crippling inability to effectively maintain the ancient production lines they did have meant that the upper echelons of Human leadership could now quantify when, now if, Fort Arc would crumble. The Faunus did not even need to intensify their already immense offensives in order to break down what little Fort Arc and Ansel had left, and considering the steady uptick of their attacks, but the lack of desperate infantry and armoured assaults that typically came with them, caused Jaune to fear the Faunus knew it too.
“That's a grim look on your face.” A sweet voice said, making Jaune look up to see Kāla Atropa entering his office. Jaune smiled and hoped he wasn't blushing as the beautiful middle-aged woman sauntered over to his desk and placed a steaming cup of coffee on it. Despite being the same age as his mother, the receptionist he inherited from his father and who had doted on him as a child was undeniably sexy. “What's wrong cutie?”
“Just… everything …” Jaune sighed explosively, the brief desire to be more of an example and swallow down his doubts and fears crumbling before her warm gaze. “Things are bad, and I don't see how I can fix them. If…I-If dad was still here maybe there would still be a reason to hope but…I'm not him.”
“You aren't.” Kāla said bluntly, making him wince and look down in shame. “But you don't need to be.”
“What do you mean?” Jaune asked, tilting his head in confusion and emotional whiplash. Kāla giggled and stepped around his desk, her swaying hips drawing his eyes momentarily before he looked away in guilty self-loathing at ogling her. She perched on the edge of his desk, looking down at him warmly, her eyes filled with a kindness his own mother hadn't been able to afford out of fear of weakening him and leaving him unable to take up the duties of Marshal of the Bulwark the day his father passed.
“Times change, they always do.” Kāla explained. “Your father was a man of his time, but things are different from when he took over Fort Arc. You don't need to be your father, and for the sake of Humanity maybe you need to be different.”
“How? In what ways?” Jaune frowned. His father had been a rock, solid and steady, and Fort Arc had changed over the course of his tenure as Marshal from being on its last legs to a proud bastion once more.
“In Ansel there are twenty-two million Humans, and in Fort Arc there are one million soldiers, support staff, administrative personnel and others. In the entire Freedom Zone there are millions more. Every airstrike, every shell, every bullet puts their lives at risk, and for what? A few more years of doomed resistance? The Empire has almost the entire world and its resources at their back. They can wait us out. Is fighting for pride worth the lives it costs us, even when we know defeat is going to happen someday?”
“Y-You…” Jaune swallowed nervously, not sure he was hearing her correctly. “Y-Y-You mean surrender?”
“Yes cutie.” Kāla said, smiling warmly. “Please…for all our sakes.”
“I can't.” Jaune shook his head seriously, suppressing a yawn as a sudden drowsiness washed over him. “What happens when the Faunus take over? I'll be made someone's slave, and my mother and sisters will be killed.”
“Not all propaganda is true.” Kāla sighed sadly. “You likely won't see them until they have been de-radicalised, and you won't be a slave to someone you are married to. You will love them in time.”
“W-What are you talking about?” Jaune yawned, struggling to keep his eyes open. He must have been more tired than he thought.
“Even your father never trusted me to get so close, let alone make him his drinks.” Kāla murmured, her warm and soft hand brushing over his cheek. “Sorry Jaune, you are too kind to be Marshal, though I did make sure you ended up that way.”
“W-Wha…” Jaune mumbled, eyes falling shut despite his best efforts. The last thing he saw was a rueful smile on Kāla's face as her motherly voice echoed in his ears and through his mind.
“Sleep.”
Jaune drifted open from a restless slumber, his mind feeling foggy and his limbs heavy and unresponsive. For a moment he thought he had fallen asleep at his desk after overworking himself, but the clink of metal and the tilting of his head meant he saw a four post bed and chains leading to fluffy cuffs keeping him chained there. Jaune jolted, startled, and even then barely managed to muster much of a response, his body feeling like he had run around Fort Arc dozens of times whilst carrying a rucksack of equipment and participating in a dull meeting about the production of tinned food.
Trying to recall what had happened was foolish, as the fog engulfing his mind prevented him from remembering what he had eaten for breakfast. The situation clearly wasn’t a good one, though the walls of metal and stone were one of familiarity, even if the room was not. He was in Fort Arc, though in a way the comfort that knowledge provided was outshined by the fact he was very clearly tied to a bed at someone else’s mercy in what was ostensibly his own fort.
The door clicked, and after a long moment of heavy locks unlocking it hissed open, revealing the motherly smile of Kāla Atropa. She was not wearing the usual professional and form fitting uniform she typically did, instead wearing a black and white dress that had slits in the skirt to expose shapely legs and plump thighs, as well as a generous cleavage and gap over her midriff, exposing her smooth, soft stomach that jiggled slightly with every sway of her hips.
“K-Kāla?” Jaune gasped, earning an amused giggle. “I-Is this some sort of w-weird dream?”
“Not unless you’ve dreamt of this sort of thing happening before.” Kāla winked, making him blush. He was still confused and lost, but the familiar, warm presence of Kāla made his worries ease away, especially when she carried a tray of delicious smelling food. Her eyes dipped, noticing his intent gaze on the food, before offering a pout. “A woman doesn’t wear a dress like this so you don’t stare at her instead of the food she’s carrying Jaune.”
His blush deepened and he stammered a response, earning an amused giggle as she sauntered over and sat on the bed next to him, perching the tray over her lap. She grabbed a knife and fork, speared and sliced a sausage before holding the fork in front of him.
“Open up for the aeroplane~” Kāla teased. “Eat up and then we can talk. I’m sure you have questions.”
Jaune obeyed, not exactly in a position to insist otherwise, and the rumble of his stomach prompted him to cave. Kāla smiled warmly, not an inch of judgement on her face as she fed him the food he assumed she had prepared considering how tasty it was. When he finished, she wiped his lips with a napkin and giggled at his renewed blush before setting the tray down on a nearby desk. She bent at the waist and spent a moment to set it right, during which time her hips swayed idly and he struggled to avert his gaze from the large rump pressing against the tightened fabric of her skirt. The beginnings of arousal curled in his belly, where the warmth of the tasty food he’d been fed began to settle, despite his lingering confusion over what the heck was going on.
Kāla looked back at him suddenly, making him startle and quickly turn away. She sauntered over with a giggle, her short hair falling around her face as she stood over him, her face beautiful in an almost otherworldly way despite the clear signs of her age in the corners of her eyes and the wrinkles on her otherwise unblemished skin.
“I’m glad I get to keep you Jaune, you are far too much of a cutie to let go, let alone the fact you’re an Arc, the Arc, in fact.” Kāla said, and his confusion must have been evident as he was snapped out of his gawking at her beauty. “Do you not remember? Those drugs must have kicked in faster than I thought. One moment cutie~”
Kāla leaned back and reached for her hair, undoing the ribbon that she had worn for as long as he could remember. Her eyes narrowed in concentration for a moment before seemingly fixating on his face. She paused for a moment, before her fingers pulled apart the final seams of the ribbon and the dark fabric fell from the loose and landed next to him on the bed, brushing past his cheek before landing.
Jaune barely noticed, his eyes fixated on the triangular ears on her head.
“Y-Y-You…”
“Are Faunus.” Kāla smiled, though it was not the smug smile of a conqueror. “I sincerely wish it doesn’t have to be like this. Don’t you Humans realise we just want what is best for you? There is nothing wrong being cared for, in being protected, by a superior mate.”
“H-How?!” Jaune gasped. “T-This…Y-You…”
“Your father was suspicious towards the end, though he didn’t realise either. No-one in the empire believed my plan would work because of how stupid you all would have to be not to notice my features, but they fail to realise that sometimes the simplest of deceptions are the best ones.” Kāla explained, a warm thumb brushing over his cheek idly. “It helps that you Humans are so… lacking compared to Faunus when it comes to your senses.”
“...W-W-Why?” Jaune asked finally, closing his eyes as his emotions got the better of him and tears welled in them. “W-Why c-c-care…p-pretend to c-care about m-me?”
“I needed your trust.” Kāla said, her words still warm and motherly yet stabbing his heart worse than any of his father’s insults or acrimony ever had in just four words. “Because I didn’t need to pretend, because I do care about you. I understand the evil propaganda of your forebears makes you think otherwise, but Faunus don’t wish to eradicate or harm Humanity. What do you think the Faunus want?”
“S-Subjugation.” Jaune answered weakly. “C-Conquest. S-Supremacy.”
“Care, comfort, protection.” Kāla responded quickly, her hands warm and soothing against his cheek. “We need one another. Faunus lack males, and Humanity has too many. It is a simple solution, no? Yet you just had to fight and argue against a good deal. But that is in the past. Fort Arc belongs to the Empire now. The Recovery Guard are advancing into the Breadbasket and Ansel as we speak. Soon, every Human and every Faunus will have a mate, will have love and children and families in time. You, Jaune, are mine .”
“W-What?!” Jaune blinked, opening his bleary eyes again. Kāla smiled and kissed his forehead.
“You grew into such a handsome boy, a brilliant young man.” Kāla said, nuzzling his nose with her own, the action startling him and making her giggle. “I couldn’t help but claim you as part of my reward for bringing down the defences of Fort Arc single-handedly, especially when I know you would be the perfect stepfather for my Blakey and the siblings we’re going to make for her.”
“H-Huh?!” Jaune exclaimed, and before he could voice his surprise further his mother was sealed by warm, plump lips. He gasped, and Kāla quickly seized the advantage to deep their kiss due to his mistake, her wet, warm tongue entering his mouth and swirling around his own. She moaned against him, sending shivers of arousal down his spine, and he was too lost in the shock and pleasure of losing his first kiss to consider the consequences of what had happened and what was happening.
They parted for air eventually, or rather Kāla pulled back and Jaune laid against the bed stunned and breathless. Kāla giggled, running a hand over his head and brushing his messy blonde hair backwards.
“I can't wait to make you mine dear.” Kāla purred warmly, and Jaune felt himself respond to her words in ways he knew he shouldn't. “But first you deserve to know my real name. Kāla Atropa is just my codename, the name I used to infiltrate your ranks, and it made your father suspicious of me when he started to connect the dots about my identity. My name, my real name, is Kali Belladonna.”
Jaune somehow bit back the gasp that bubbled in his throat, which suddenly felt tight and constricted like he was being strangled. Kāla, Kali , seemed torn between amusement at his reaction and sadness. If what she said was true, and he doubted she had good reason to lie about something as simple as her name at this point, it meant the matronly, kind-hearted woman who had all but raised him as her own was none other then the Nightstalker herself, the kunoichi responsible for some of the worst acts of sabotage against Fort Arc and Humanity’s defence during the early years of his father’s tenure as Marshal of the Bulwark. She had disappeared a decade before Jaune was born, and the woman who had him chained to the bed, who had read him bedtime stories and snuck him treats whenever his father wasn’t looking, was supposedly her. Considering she had been hired two years after Jaune had been born, he had no reason to doubt her due to a non-existent dubiousness in the timeline she proposed.
“I was wondering if I would somehow enjoy your fear once I told you the truth.” Kali murmured sadly, kissing his forehead. “I’m glad to know I do not. Soon it won’t matter.”
Kali undressed, her skimpy clothing falling apart easily as she united the strings keeping her form fitting dress together. Jaune watched helplessly, enraptured by the beauty before him even as horror and shock rendered him mute and sick in the stomach. Despite himself, he felt his jeans tighten as his body responded to the mature beauty who stood above him, shadowing him beneath her plump, slightly sagging breasts.
He had dreamt of this, not this exact scenario obviously, but of Kāla - Kali - in the past. It had been hard enough being a child raised to be a war leader, but the hardest challenge he faced was being a teenager with a doting, beautiful woman not related to him always present in his life. There had even been times where she had clumsily slipped or tripped so that her body pressed against his own, or she dropped something and bent over to pick it up in front of him. He was starting to doubt those were true ‘accidents’ as she cupped his cheeks and kissed him once more, her breasts brushing lightly against his shirt.
Kali moaned, and Jaune reciprocated the action. Her lips were too soft and too gentle and too right for him not to feel aroused, to not want more, even as his mind told him he should rebel and fight and not surrender. Their kiss ended sooner than their first one, and Kali’s amber eyes were blown open, her feline ears pressed against her head. She looked sharp, alert, and all of a sudden he felt very much like a mouse that had caught the attention of a cat.
“You’re going to be mine, Jaune. Please don’t fight it.” Kali murmured, licking her lips before kissing him chastely. “I can’t wait for our future.”
He had so many questions and feelings that his body shut down, laying numbly as she unbuttoned his shirt and divested him of his belt, jeans and underwear. To his shame, Jaune junior stood proudly and at attention, throbbing with urgent need as Kali gazed at it with a look of wonder and hunger.
“I haven’t seen this not-so little guy in a long time.” Kali teased, her warm, soft hand wrapping around his thick shaft. Jaune groaned at the feeling, especially when she lifted her other hand and teased his foreskin, circling the sensitive skin with her fingertip trailing lazy, invisible circles. “You’ve certainly grown up in more ways than one. Let’s see how else you’ve grown shall we?”
As much as he wanted to shout and to scream and to fight, he couldn’t do anything to stop Kali as she lowered her head and smooched the head of his shaft, sending thrills of electrified pleasure shooting through him. Even if he was not bound to the bed, Jaune doubted he would have been able to resist her advances. For so long, she had been a woman who he had desired but was too afraid to pursue not just because of the difference in age and stature but because she was precious to him even without any additional romantic or sexual ties between them. She was the reason he pushed himself on after his father had died and why he had dared to dream he could potentially become a worthy Marshal of the Bulwark like his father before him.
She was the reason that dream had crashed and burned, even if part of him wanted to deny what she had told him. But she was still the same one, in looks at least, as the one who he had privately loved and lusted for ever since he had been taught what a real adult relationship was.
So any verbal protest, any denial or vehement hatred was drowned in his moans of pleasure as she suckled the head of his shaft, easing back his foreskin and slurping at the head of his cock. Precum stained her tongue, though despite her better sense of taste as a Faunus she moaned in delight, sending another thrill of pleasure down his sensitive shaft. His lack of experience soon showed as his cock throbbed and pulsed, his groans became more strangled as his chest tightened and his heart thumped in his chest.
She pulled back suddenly, leaving him high and dry and whimpering against sweaty bed sheets. His cock was stained in saliva and twitched desperately in the cool air. Kali smiled warmly at him, no judgement on her face as her hands gently rested on his thighs.
“There’s somewhere else I want you to come cutie~” Kali purred, moving to straddle him. Jaune was caught in deliriousness, his mind fragmented and torn between hatred and desire, fulfillment and loss. In the midst of his internal strife, he distantly remembered the reason why Humanity spent so long resisting the Empire of Menagerie.
“Faunus should not be underestimated, even if their race is primarily women.” Grunted the old, long dead veteran who once taught Jaune due to a background as a former teacher. “Aside from their natural beastly advantages, their beauty and ability to use pheromones to warp the minds and feelings of men during intercourse make them a direct and subversive threat.”
Kali’s warmth engulfed him as she sank down on his cock suddenly, breaking him from the haze of the past and the grief and turmoil of the present. He gasped as she slowly fell down until he was balls deep inside her, their pelvis’ flush against one another. Kali panted heavily, leaning over him so that they were eye to eye, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly for stability.
She did not say anything, though her amber eyes were practically burning with lust and desire as she started to rock her hips. Her wordless actions made everything seem that much more real and impossible to try and deny or ignore. Her fingernails dug against his skin and kept him stuck in the realness of the moment through slight pain, whereas her tight pussy kept him grounded in reality through an unreal pleasure that left every muscle of his body trembling.
“I want you to come inside me.” Kali told him breathlessly, her breasts swaying just above his face as she threw her head back and rocked her hips harder and faster. “Fill me with your seed and get me pregnant with our first child.”
Jaune gritted his teeth, which did little to stop the moan that spilled out of his mouth other than distort it slightly. His hips bucked up in her on instinct at the images her words inspired, at the primitive urges and hard-wiring in his brain she activated. His turmoil at the situation couldn’t ruin the moment as he heard words long confined to fantasy, felt things he had long written off as impossibility.
“C-Close…” He managed to utter, unsure why he was trying to warn her. Shame at being relatively quick? A desperate plea for her to reconsider and pull away so he did not come inside her?
“Do it!” Kali demanded, slamming her hips down onto him, her breasts rubbing against his face. “Come inside me! Do it!”
She somehow got tighter around him, and his virgin cock couldn’t hold back any longer. His balls tightened and churned as his cock pulsed and shot forth a deluge of his seed inside her eagerly awaiting womb, shooting spurt after spurt of sticky, warm semen and painting her insides white.
Afterwards they laid in bed, the scent of their intermingled juices floating through the air and foreheads resting together. Jaune didn’t feel like anything was different, and he wondered if his old teacher had been wrong. Maybe it had been propaganda?
He would have to ask Kali. He could always trust his mate to be truthful right?