The cart creaked and groaned as it slid through the muddy streets of the small backwater village. The driver attempted not to look anyone in the eye as he passed, the downtrodden place reminding him of depression and wanting, something which he had grown up all too familiar with and had no wish to remember. Folks walked by, heads hung low, their eyes on the ground in front of them as they walked and no one offered so much as a greeting as the cart plod onward.

“I say we burn her at the stake!” A voice called out from father down the street, a slight country twang in the tone. “Her kind are good for nothing anyway.” The driver looked up from his trail, eyes narrowing as he attempted to see what had the people of the small village all riled up. For a place that seemed no better than the lowliest of backwaters, he was sure that they would do anything to entertain themselves. However, shouting to burn a woman at the stake seemed extreme even for this depressing place.

“Your kind ain’t welcome here!” A woman’s voice shouted, and the driver of the wagon saw her raise a hand and toss a small stone forward at likely the target of her tirade.

“You fuckers at the reason that we lost the Culling Wars!” Another man growled as he kicked dirt from the ground in the same direction as the stone was thrown. The driver, for his part, was merely curious at the moment, trying to peek over their heads from his vantage point as the cart plodded along slowly.

The chorus of jeers continued to grow louder as the cart neared, passing several feet behind them and finally the driver was able to see the target of the villager’s derision. A woman of the feline race of Nekos. They were a smaller race, akin to dwarves really but averaged a bit taller, humanoid with all of the expected parts, cats ears, a tail, fur in differing amounts either covering their body or only parts. The driver couldn’t tell much about this one as she was filthy.

“Arnold, stab her with your pitchfork! Be done with her!” A man called and a thin man stepped forward a little shakily as if he was only doing this because the crowd was egging him on. He clutched a well used pitchfork in his hands as he looked back and forth between the Nekos woman and the crowd, looking as if he didn’t really want to end the woman’s life but afraid of what would happen if he didn’t do as the crowd demanded.

A miserable place, indeed.

The cart came to stop as the driver pulled loosely on the reins, and he slipped down into the mud, his boots squelching as he did so. He walked forward, pushing his way through the crowd with a sigh, moving people aside with ease as he came up to Arnold’s side and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Step back, Arnold.” The driver said calmly yet sternly, increasing the pressure upon the man’s shoulder until he did so, a look of relief upon his face to not have to kill the woman. The driver walked over and knelt next to the woman, her small statue seeming even more so next to his large one and he used a hand to lift her chin so that her eyes met his. She had been moments away from death and now some stranger was staring at her. He saw the hope and fear in her eyes and with a sigh he turned to look at the crowd as someone else yelled at him.

“Run her through, stranger! The world will be better off without her kind!” The same woman who had thrown the rock screamed at him.

“That is enough!” The driver shouted, his voice carrying easily, coming from deep within his chest. He lifted his arms and threw back his hood, letting his cloak fall open to reveal the uniform of the Inquisition, the most feared institution in all of Yvian. “I am inquisitor Yvalde, and I will be taking this woman into my company. If any wish to dispute this claim speak now.” His voice was calm but there was a warning in the tone, his eyes shifting over the crowd as he spoke, willing anyone to dare defy him. Instead, the grumbled voices of the crowd lessened as they dispersed, their entertainment taken from them and sending them back to their dreary lives.

Nekos were not regarded kindly in the land ever since their army had retreated from the front lines during the Culling Wars against the invading demons. Since then, they had found nothing but derision, even if it had been the fault of a cowardly king at the time and not their own. The Nekos warriors themselves had wanted to stay and fight, but their king, afraid for his life, had ordered his entire army to flee with him to keep him safe. Still, that was a hundred years ago, and the Nekos were still considered less than civilized, merely beasts to be used and killed as one pleased.

“Come, you need to rest.” Oryan Yvalde said softly as his blue eyes looked back into her own, the fear still there but abated somewhat. “You will be safe, I will not allow anyone to harm you.” He slipped a knife from his belt and cut her bonds, sliding his arms underneath her to lift her and carry her back to his cart. She was covered in feces, mud and other filth, but still he did not hesitate t drop the gate from the back of the covered wagon, climb up and inside and then settle her down atop his own mattress there.

“Get some sleep and stay out of sight until we are far from this village. My name is Oryan, and Inquisitor for the crown. You are safe in my protection.” With a soft smile he nodded once, then turned and took a small flask of water down from a shelf and set it beside her and then exited through the back, lifting the gate once more and then crawling back up into the driver’s seat. With a soft cluck of his tongue, the horse started moving again, and the cart slowly made its way out of the cesspit that marked the beginning of a beautiful journey together.

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So this is an odd idea I had that I would love to play out. An investigator for the crown saves a small cat woman from being tortured and killed and the travel together as he does his duty. Nekos are a very short race, as I really enjoy a good size difference. This will be a fantasy world where the big bad inquisitor protects the Nekos woman and they slowly grow attached to one another. She could be a warrior, a mage, a librarian a healer, I don’t really care. Just that she found herself somehow in that unfortunate situation. There will be racism cast against her for her ancestor’s deeds, which is unfair, but Oryan will always come to her rescue. I hope to find a literate partner interested in exploring this world and relationship with me through Reddit PM’s, although chat is fine to introduce yourself.

Kinks for this are definitely Size difference, large cock, lots of cum, fantasy setting and world building. Slow burn romance, romance and love, cat girls, adventure, risky sex, public sex, clothed sex, outercourse, we could work it into a more dom/sub relationship if preferred so petplay is not out of the question, maybe breeding, creampies, blowjobs, mutual masturbation, and many more.

Limits: Keep all ages legal please, no sexual gore, no humiliation/degradation.

If this sounds interesting, I do hope you’ll reach out.