As the youngest son of the king, you don't have many real responsibilities. The burden of rule is going to fall to your older brother, and your sisters are the ones destined to be married off for political alliances. The most you've got to worry about is not embarrassing your family's name until you're ready to take a wife and settle into a keep of your own, where you can enjoy the fruits of your family's nobility for the rest of your life. Of course, you won't be thinking about taking a wife for yourself for a few more years, at least. That doesn't mean you don't have needs and desires, though. It's only natural, and though your father could simply add a few more silvers to the salaries of the castle cooks and maidservants to humor you, he decided your upcoming birthday would be the time to offer a more long-term solution for you.

You're led into a small antechamber connected to the throne room, away from the festivities and the food and the mountain of gifts you've already been presented with, where your father waits beside a large cage covered in a canvas sheet. “My boy”, your father begins, “For your name-day I've had a very special present delivered from the east. One of the best companions a man could ask for.” He gestures, and one of his attendants removes the sheet from over the cage.

Inside, I sit reclined on my side. The pointed ears that sit atop my head, covered in fur the same shade of royal blue as the rest of my short hair, flick to attention and I lift my head, surveying my surroundings. “Catfolk, though sometimes moody and fickle, are fiercely loyal. Not to mention, their beauty is the stuff of legends”, your father continues to explain. As he does, I sit up and stretch, shifting my weight forward onto my hands. My skin is a burnt yellow color, and I'm wearing a tan wrap that serves to poorly hide my physical assets. A busty chest strains against the front of the thin fabric, copious amounts of cleavage threatening to spill free at a moment's notice. My thin waist flares out into wide hips and a round, juicy backside. A long furry tail extends from the small of my back, covered in stripes of blue and yellow. I look up at you with lazy, half-lidded eyes, So, you're to be my new master, hmm? I lean back and tuck a hand under my knee, pulling my thigh up against my chest. As you watch, I begin to groom myself, dragging my tongue languidly up my own inner thigh, just inches away from where my wrap has ridden up to expose the puffy lips of my pussy.

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