You head to the shopping centre, but not to shop. Not today. Instead, you want to meet up with Velvet on her break, both to have a chat with her and get a little closer, but also to make sure she doesn’t somehow lose her nerve over the course of the day. You really can't afford for her to bottle out now.
You need the money she could potentially bring in.
Sure enough, you find Velvet on a little seat out in a diner in the centre, and slide in across from her. She looks up, then goes bright red on seeing who it is. Her ears shoot up straight. "Eep!"
"Relax. I don't bite." You wink. "Though I can tonight, if you want me to."
Velvet's neck is bright red, and the colour creeps up her face. "W—What are you doing here!?" she hisses.
"Meeting a friend and colleague for lunch. There's nothing suspicious about that. Though, your reaction to me might raise a few eyebrows." Velvet looks around and notices the people watching you. She forces herself to calm down, or at least to try, and turns back. "I really just wanted to hang out a little," you tell her. "Is that so bad?"
"No…" Her shoulders droop a little. "B—But don't mention tonight."
You run a finger over your lips. "How are things with Coco?" you ask, changing the subject to a safer topic. Velvet appreciates it, and quickly answers.
"Ugh. They're the same as ever. Just today we had a client who didn't like the clothes I picked out, which is fair, right? I can make mistakes. I can be wrong. But as soon as they criticised me, Coco got in their face and took over. Didn't even give me a chance to fix it on my own!"
"Talk about defensive."
"Exactly!" Velvet throws her hands up, apparently more than over her embarrassment now she's annoyed again. "She wasn't even being rude to me; she just didn't like my choices. I thought she was going to cry once Coco was done with her."
"Did you pull her aside and talk to her about it?"
"Of course!" Velvet rolls her eyes. "And do you know what she said? She said that I should just ignore people like that, and that my sense of style is fine as it is." Velvet growled and hit the table with a delicate fist. "Fine as it is! That— Isn't that as good as admitting it's bad? And that rather than improve, I should just give up and accept it?"
"It sounds that way to me." You lean in, like a co-conspirator. "Coco needs to learn you're not some useless child in need of constant protection. When did this all happen anyway? How did you meet her?"
"It was back in school. Coco came to do her last year at our school – which was really pointless. She knew everything and had been taught far beyond our level, but she told me it was something she demanded from her parents because she wanted to see how the commoners do it." Velvet rolls her eyes again. "And I like that. Sort of. Coco is probably a lot better than most other rich kids because she cares to even try… but it's like… what's the point of seeing what things are like for us if you're just going to try and force us to change? Do you understand?"
"I think so. Coco said she wanted to be an observer, but she came down from her high tower and started meddling."
"Yes. Yes, that's it." Velvet looks happy to have someone understand her point. "Anyway, no one would talk to her in school, or me," she admits easily. "I was a bit of a loner. I felt bad for her and talked to her, and we've been best friends ever since. And I do think of her as my best friend," she adds, almost guiltily. "But…"
"Best friends can be wrong, Velvet. Being friends with her just means you have to put up with her flaws more often, and it means she should be more understanding of what you need."
"Yeah." Velvet sulks glumly. "But Coco is Coco, and she's so used to everyone just rolling over and doing what she says that sometimes I think she doesn't even hear me standing up to her. Like, she expects me to be happy so much that she doesn't even notice when I'm annoyed." Velvet sighs. "What do you think I should do?"
>RECONCILE: Encourage Velvet to continue with your porn videos, but also to try and make up with Coco on the side.
>CORRUPT: Tell Velvet she has to stand on her own two feet, and the only way to do that is to do something Coco wouldn't be caught dead trying to help her with.
>DESTROY: Coco is holding Velvet back, and you can't help but think that Velvet could do with a new friend – one who won't be afraid to put her on the spot and give her plenty of room to grow.
“You need to stand on your own and prove her wrong,” you say, knowing it’s terrible advice. It suits you, however, and you can’t afford to have Velvet going back under Coco’s protection. “Going and apologising to her is just telling her she should keep acting as she does.”
“I guess…”
“You need to prove that you’re as capable as her – that you’re better than her!”
“B—Better? But Coco is—”
“Rich. Entitled. Advantaged. Don’t forget that everything she has, she was given on a silver platter. I think it’s much more impressive for a student from a poor background, in a low-quality school, to get an A, than it is for a rich child in a private school to get that same A. Don’t you? I bet if you had half the upbringing she did, you’d be twice as confident as her.”
Velvet looks at you. “You think?”
“I do think. You just need to remember that Coco’s foundation is all built on money.” You poke a finger at her. “Yours is built on hard work. And I’ll tell you now, hard work means a damn sight more than family connections.”
Lie.
An obvious one, for someone familiar with how the world works. Connections and money open doors, while hard work often gets you relegated to a desk job where more advantaged people can make money off your work.
But Velvet doesn’t know that.
Velvet doesn’t need to know that.
“You’re right!” she says, ears standing tall. “You’re right! I need to show her what I can do. I need to beat her.” She takes a deep breath and nods at you. “Let’s do our best tonight.”
“Agreed.” You offer your hand, she shakes it. “Let’s make this a debut to shake them.”
“Yes. My debut. My first appearance.” Velvet closes her eyes and takes a shuddering breath. “A new start. And a chance to show Coco I’m more than just the quiet bunny in the corner.”
You manage to reach the hotel before your scheduled video with Velvet and sit down to explain to Emerald the situation you, or she, finds herself in. She listens, still, but also immediately resigned to what’s going to happen.
“It won’t be forever,” you assure her, and you hope that’s true. “It’s just until we can start making money to move out and get our own place.”
“What will he make me do?”
You try to think of a way to sugarcoat it and fail. “Anything he wants.”
Emerald grimaces.
“It’s going to save us 700 lien a week, Emerald. That’s money that can buy you the best food and get us to a place that serves even better than this. Think of it like acting. We already agreed we’d sleep with other people for money, didn’t we?”
“In front of a camera.”
“Imagine there’s a camera.”
Emerald pulls a face.
You push for the bigger guns.
“Emerald, we have to face reality. You and I – we have no one but each other. And we’ve both of us agreed, whether we like to admit it or not, to have sex with people for money. We’re whores. Both of us. We can do it in front of a camera and call it art, but the reality is that we’re still fucking for money either way. You realise that. Don’t you?”
Emerald bobs her head.
“This is just an extension of that. Don’t think of it as being degrading, because you came with me off the street fully prepared to sleep with me for one night of food. You were already at rock bottom and willing to sell yourself to eat. I’ve offered you more than that – and I’m doing my best to make it work.”
When you’re not spending too much money on laptops, going out drinking, and throwing 1,000 lien at clothing. You push on.
“But we’re both going to have to do our best, and that’s going to mean doing things we don’t want to do.” You place an arm around her shoulder and pull her in against you. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
The poor, foolish girl.
“Then trust me now, Emerald. Trust that I believe this is in your best interest. Our best interests. Think of a nice house, with just the two of us, cooked meals and a warm bath filled with bubbles. Think of that…” You trail off. “And do whatever he tells you to do.”
Emerald is silent for a few moments, but she eventually nods. You knew she would. The only question in your mind was how much it would cost you. Emerald can’t afford to go back on the streets now. She knows she’d never survive it. For better or worse, you’ve turned her into someone who will sell her body for food and money, and even if she runs away from you, you’re sure she’ll be in an alleyway somewhere, hands against the wall, taking it up the ass from men twice her age.
You’ve taken this desperate homeless girl who put her faith in you and turned her into something she might once have found abhorrent.
You’ve turned her into a profitable asset.
“Thank you, Emerald. I promise we’ll find a way out of this. We just need to be prepared to make some sacrifices along the way. Until we can start making big money.”
You’re a monster.
But Emerald needs a monster who is willing to do anything to keep her off the streets. The orphanage is the kind of place where “kind people” operate, and they had to let her walk out homeless with no hope for the future. Remnant isn’t a kind place, and Vale isn’t a kind city. It eats those people up.
It takes something more to succeed here. And that’s what she needs you to be, whether or not she’d care to admit it. Everyone likes to call themselves a “motives matter” kind of person, but the harsh reality is that results always matter more.
And you won’t be going bankrupt next week thanks to this.
“Let’s get ready for Velvet,” you say, to distract and brighten the mood. “We need to put on strong faces for her.”
“Hmm.” Emerald gets up. “Okay.”
Velvet looks terrified.
Some people might like that, but you’re not sure it’s as “alluring” as she thinks.
That's not to say Velvet isn't good looking, because she really is, but she looks so afraid and so nervous that you're not sure how this video isn't going to come out looking like you've kidnapped her. It's with that in mind that you came up with the specific "story" for today's video, which Velvet did end up agreeing on.
Then again, you think she'd have agreed with anything at this point. The panic has well and truly set in.
You'll just need to ease her into things. Her eyes keep glancing to the camera as well. Luckily, that fits the idea for this film. Velvet is holding it today, unlike how it's usually resting on the dresser. You clear your throat and her big, brown eyes snap back to you.
"So…" you say, reaching out to brush a finger over her cheek. Velvet shivers. "You're the little voyeur who was watching my girlfriend and I, hmmm? Did you enjoy the show?"
I—I'm sorry!" Velvet squeaks. "I didn't mean to! I didn't plan it! I didn't do anything!"
You don't even think she's acting at this point.
"Oh, but you did do something, didn't you?" Your hand cups her chin and tilts her head up. "You stayed to watch. You crept closer. You wanted to see us. Isn't that right?"
Velvet squeaks a non-answer.
"I said—" You bring your hand around and push your thumb past her lips. Velvet offers no resistance, and you push down on her wet tongue. That alone has you hardening. The desperately nervous way she looks up at you only makes it better. It sounds awful, but Velvet is a natural victim. Someone who looks good being forced to play out the role of the weakling. "—that you wanted to see us. Isn't. That. Right?"
"Mmhm." Bright red, ears drooping, Velvet nods. "Mllm."
"You shouldn't speak with your mouth full," you tease. "And you shouldn't sneak up on people and watch them making love, either. I think you deserve a little punishment. Don't you think so, darling?"
"Definitely," says Emerald, holding the camera. "The little pervert got off on watching us."
"That, she did. So, tell me, what should her punishment be?"
"Mm!"
"Not you," you chuckle, pushing Velvet back onto the bed. "You don't get to choose."
Emerald laughs harshly. "Isn't it obvious? If she got off on watching us, then the only way she can make it up to us is if she returns the favour. I'm the one watching this time. Give me a show."
You smile devilishly down on the nervous faunus. "You heard the lady."
Placing your knee onto the bed, you crawl behind Velvet and hold her back to your chest. Her eyes stare ahead, wide and expressive, and her face is bright red. Reaching around her, you cup her chin and turn her face to the side, then force another expression onto her entirely by pressing your lips to hers.
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Velvet's lips are soft and taste of strawberries. They're nervous, pliable, not moving at all at first, but letting you guide them. When you run your tongue over her bottom lip, she obediently opens up, her eyes closing and her eyelashes tickling your skin as she lets you in.
You're not the best kisser in the world, but it's obvious Velvet doesn't have much to compare you to because she goes completely limp in your arms, leaning back and making muffled sounds of shock and, just maybe, delight against your mouth.
As you kiss her, you move your hands over her stomach, stroking and caressing, relaxing her, before finally daring to roam just a little higher. Velvet stiffens as you cup her breasts through her top, but she doesn't fight you. The experience is new to her, shocking, but she quickly realizes it doesn't hurt and loosens up.
Every touch is like that with her. Startling, shocking, but then accepting. She's more like a frightened rabbit than she cares to admit, and yet here she is, doing this, in an attempt to prove Coco wrong. All because you somehow convinced the silly girl that this would be the best way to do it.
You find the zipper holding her top shut and gently tug it down. Every tooth of the zipper makes a sound, and every moment of it is caught on the camera as it zooms in. Velvet's creamy skin is revealed piece by piece, and you can feel her heart racing against your hand as you pull down further and further. Your fingers brush over her taut stomach, so soft, dipping in slightly, but not at all hard with muscle or bone like Emerald's.
Finally parting her top, you peel the two sides apart and let the world see the white bra she wears underneath. It's so very innocent, and you can't tell if she felt this was appropriate for porn, or if she just doesn't own anything more risqué. Once you have her top off her shoulders and down her arms, you cup her breasts once more and brush your fingers over her nipples, feeling them harden against the thin, silken material.
You release the hard pink nubs from their fabric prison and show them to the world at large. Horrified, Velvet pulls her lips from yours, but isn't able to do anything with your arms around her. All she can do is look at the camera and imagine all the other people on the other side of it watching her. You flick your fingers over her nipples, making her gasp and jump, and then use that moment of distraction to fully pull her bra down and let her tits hang free.
They're a good size – bigger than Emerald's, though you know better than to say that. You cup and hold them, allowing the heat from the palms of your hand to suffuse her flesh. Velvet places her hand over yours, maybe to try and pull them off, maybe for some other reason. Your response, either way, is to start massaging her chest and to pinch and roll her nibbles between finger and thumb.
"Anh— Ah. Mnh!" Velvet bites into her knuckle and writhes against you, her feet kneading the bedsheets in front of you as she gives in to the strange new feelings. You take your time with them, and even lean around at one point, under her armpit, to take one into your mouth and suck. Velvet squeals and kicks at the sheets, her head thrown back. Her ears, capable of expressions of their own, stand out perfectly straight, flicking about urgently.
"Nhh! Ahhh~ Gnh! Oh god!"
Velvet's innocent noises set a fire in you. You slide out from behind her and Velvet, so used to leaning back on you, falls with a little shriek. You follow her down, and pin her down, and Emerald comes up on the side of you to watch as you press down and nip at Velvet's neck, drawing out gasps and fluttering eyelashes as she wriggles under you.
Her shoulders bunch up to try and push you away, and yet it's clear she loves the experience. The little gasps and panting moans she lets out fill the room, and you feel her arch up into you, her head pressing back to allow you greater access to her smooth, creamy throat. Delicately, you kiss your way down it, then go further to her breastbone, her breasts, then her stomach.
You kiss down the dip toward her bellybutton and circle it with your tongue, then reach the waistband of her jeans and unbutton them. "Eh—?" Velvet lets out, trying to sit up, but you yank her denim jeans back and up, raising her hips into the air and making her fall back.
Despite a white bra, Velvet wears black underwear with a little bow on the front. The mismatch of colours is somehow endearing, and you slide the material aside and push your tongue against her slit. Emerald's thighs crash in on either side of you, and her entire body rocks up.
"Oooooh! A—Ah! Not there! Ah!" You push your tongue against her again, licking a slow pattern up to her clit. Velvet spasms and crashes back down again, the bedsheets jumping up. "Hngh! Ah!" Her legs part suddenly, feet digging down and toes curling, as she exposes more of herself to you and the camera. "Nghhhh!" she whines, and you’re sure she's bright red and probably whining piteously at the camera. "D—Don't…"
"You say don't but you're wet down here," you tease. In truth, she isn't exactly soaking, but then the audience don't want to know that.
"I'm not!" she cries, "I'm n—" You push your tongue inside, parting her lips. "—oooooooh!"
You peel her knickers down over her knees and off her feet and toss them off the bed. Velvet lays before you, fully exposed, with her fingers fidgeting between her breasts and her arms positioned to nervously cover them. You gently take her wrists and move them aside, letting the world see the faunus in all her glory.
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It's time for the main event, though. You slide a rubber on, trusting in the added lubrication of it to make the experience a little easier for her. Velvet holds her legs apart, looking down the length of her own body at your erection. Her eyes widen, and her breathing quickens, but she doesn't protest.
Then again, she's seen this before when she recorded your video with Emerald.
You have to wonder, even then, if she hadn’t imagined what it might feel like inside of her. You loom over her, taking your place between her spread legs, and push your tip against her entrance. Velvet tenses, but then takes a deep breath and forces herself to relax. To go soft and pliant under you.
You lean down onto her, even as you push into her, sliding yourself slowly in, inch by inch, and giving her the time she needs to get used to you. You're a new experience to her, the sensation of fullness, and she grunts and gasps, lifts her hips up, angles herself, and grabs onto you with her hands, digging her nails into your back.
“Ah!”
As inexperienced as she may be, some things are instinct, and Velvet finds for herself the perfect angle to let you push through her hymen with minimal pain. There's a momentary resistance, and then nothing. Only a brief tightening of her hot walls on your cock, a startled gasp from her, and the heady knowledge that you've just taken this girl's first time.
Velvet's virginity – her first sexual experience.
They say the first is never forgotten, and you know she'll never forget the feeling of you, the smell, the sight that her misty brown eyes take in as she looks into your eyes. You push down, claiming her lips once again and laying down upon, and within, her fully.
Holding there for the three minutes it takes her to signal the pain has gone is agony, but you know you can edit it out. When she feels comfortable, you begin moving, dragging your body back and almost withdrawing yourself from her. Velvet is so tight that her body clings to you, like it's holding onto you and doesn't want to let you go.
At the very moment it looks like you might spill out, you push back in – still slow, for now. Velvet gasps as if you'd punched her in the stomach. Wind comes out her mouth in a harsh puff, and when she tries to draw air back in, there's a crackled gasp.
Emerald kneels on the bed to get a better angle of both Velvet's face. The sex is happening down below, but Velvet is so expressive and so reactive that you don't blame Emerald focusing on her face. Velvet blushes hard and tries to hold an arm over her face to hide it, but Emerald pulls that away.
"I don’t think so. You watched us. It's only fair if I get to watch you."
"But it's embarrassing," Velvet mewls, in such a soft whisper that it makes you want to start fucking her like a wild animal.
"That's the point," says Emerald. "Besides, you like this. Look at the way you’re holding onto him."
"Mnghhhh!" Velvet presses her embarrassed face into your shoulder, but that's just the signal Emerald needs to start recording down below, where you've begun to pick up your pace in sliding in and out of her.
“Tell me,” says Emerald. “Did you think about us fucking after you ran away? Did it stay in your head?”
“Hngh.” Velvet clings to you. “Mmm!”
“Is that a yes? I think we deserve an answer.”
“I thought of it!” Velvet gasps, rocking into you. “I—I kept thinking about— I touched myself!” You’re not sure if she’s saying that for the bit, or if she’s telling the truth. It could be either. Maybe your plan of making her watch you and Emerald awakened something inside her. “I rubbed myself!” she cries. “I—I squirted all over my bed!”
Gods, you want to know if that’s true.
Velvet's innocent pussy is stretched wide and glistening, with only a tuft of brown pubic hair above to mar her perfectly smooth skin. You pull away from her to sit up, reaching down to hold her by her waist as you push forward harder and harder. Velvet bounces in front of you, her lovely, full tits jumping up and down the rhythm of your sex.
Her ankles lock behind your hips, Velvet finding her own position to be comfortable in, even as she throws her head from side to side and makes patterns in the bedsheets, pushing her hands around like she's trying to make a snow angel.
You quicken your pace again, knowing she's into it now. Her tight walls are like a furnace, and they keep squeezing whenever her body tenses up, which is practically every thrust now. You're sure you can bring her to orgasm. Velvet has never felt anything like this.
In fact, you're certain she's never even used a toy, maybe only her fingers. There's no other way to explain how helpless she is under you, mewling and writhing and arching her back like she's having a fit. Her mouth is fully open, her tongue sticking out, and she's found one of her own ears to pull on, yanking it down to her mouth to bite onto.
"Gnh! Hn! Mn! Fhhh!"
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You slam into her harder and harder, and Velvet's back arches so much she's practically a bridge on the bed. You slide your hands up to the small of her back and lift her up to face you, her breasts to your chest, and without the slightest hesitation, she smashes her lips into yours. Still shy, still not knowing what to do, not even pushing her tongue in, but just wanting the touch.
Lost in the moment and the sensation. Forgetting, even now, that this is all just a video.
That she isn't supposed to be enjoying this so much.
"Hah! Ah! Mngh! Ah!"
Your hands grasp her ass and use that to bounce her up and down, slamming your cock deeper and deeper. Your tongue invades her mouth in search of her own, finds it, and swiftly dominates it.
Velvet's arms clap around your back, hands linking over your spine even as her ankles link over your hips. The girl clings to you, finally finding some rhythm of her own and grinding her hips back and forth. Her instincts have kicked in, her instincts as a woman in the midst of sex telling her that this feels good and she wants more of it.
You slide your lips down to her neck and her head falls back again, giving you full access. You bite and nip, lick and smooch, all the while slamming her up and down. Velvet goes stiff suddenly, and then lets out a ragged cry. "Ahhhhh!"
It's about time.
You push her off you, almost snapping your dick off as her body clings to it, and slide your condom off before anyone can notice. You Kneel between her legs, jerk once, and immediately spray over her chest.
"Ungh! Agh! Gah!"
Your thick, white cum splashes down on Velvet's heaving breasts and runs between and down them. Your second shot lands against her stomach, quivering as she fights for breath, and some of it pools in her bellybutton like a little white lake. The last, smaller yet, paints a white stripe down over her pelvis, splashing across her mound and down the inside of her thigh.
Velvet lays there, bright red, eyes on the ceiling, mouth open.
Emerald leans over her with the camera to look her whole body up and down, before she says, "Did you like that, you naughty little bunny?"
"Mmmmm," moans Velvet.
"Say it."
"I… I liked it." Velvet shivers and goes limp, as the camera pans around her flushed and sweaty face. Even then, she manages an almost drunken smile. "I liked it a lot. D… Do you see me, Coco? I hope you see me now…"
Video Results:
Joker x Velvet: "Bunny Girl’s Debut"
Joker – 1 Star
Velvet – 3 Star
Base Roll: 186
Modifiers:
Novelty – You haven't made a video like this one recently. (+10%)
Debut – It's Velvet's first video. (+25%)
Hyped Debut – You hyped the debut for a one-time bonus (+25%)
Virginity – You deflowered a girl on camera (+20%)
Roleplay (+10%)
Reputation (-45%)
Final Roll: 270
Comments:
Hot damn, a new girl - and such a looker!
Omg I love how frightened but turned on she looks
I'd love to see her tied up, left somewhere, and just USED by people
Hoping to see some girl on girl with these two sometime - green one on top
Faunus sluts are only good for one thing - don't let her think she's a real person
Grip those ears tight next time. Handles are made for use
Videos Sold: 70 lien
Salary: -120 lien
Legacy Earnings: 7 lien
Total Earnings: 200 lien
You have 3,954 lien and earn 7 via legacy, leaving you with 3,961 lien.
Author's Note:
Original Quest: https://fiction.live/stories/Running-the-Red-Light/z3DQkYE5X8YBXovZ8/home
Visual Novel: https://andoravn.itch.io/running-the-red-light