"I'm Winter," Ariel's Turkish Angora said as she stepped inside.
"I'm Snow," Seraphina's Ragdoll followed as she entered.
"My name is Amber," Bastion's tiger said, closing the door behind her.
All three had clear anthropomorphic features with cat-like heads and muzzles, large paw-shaped hands with soft-looking pads, swishing tails behind them, soft fur covering their entire bodies, including their private areas, and digitigrade feet similar to Elyra's own. They were all quite beautiful, with attractive human forms that justified the whole furry phenomenon Seraphina had been explaining to Bastion.
Without instruction or shame, the three women approached each of their clients and made themselves comfortable, true to their cat-like nature. Winter crawled between Ariel's legs and slid up her body, rubbing her fur against her skin before sitting on her lap, pressing her body against Ariel's and nestling her head into the crook of her neck.
Snow made her way to Seraphina's side of the bed, then lay down with her back to her, allowing Seraphina to wrap both arms and legs around her like a body pillow. Amber lay on the couch and placed her head on Bastion's lap, allowing him to pet her freely.
Without hesitation, Bastion, Seraphina and Ariel began running their hands over the fur, assessing it as they went, and all three reached the same conclusion. It wasn't nearly as soft as Elyra's fur along her ears, tail, and legs.
'Your fur is far superior, Ely,' Bastion commented in his head as he continued to rub Amber's exposed belly.
'Thank you, Master,' Elyra replied with pride.
"It's alright," Ariel said as she stroked Winter from the top of her head down her back to the base of her tail, earning soft purrs of comfort.
"It's more than alright," Seraphina said as she pulled Snow close and buried her face in the crook of her neck. "It's heavenly."
"Is my fur not to your satisfaction?" Amber asked after noticing Bastion hadn't given his opinion.
"It's alright," Bastion said. "Elyra's fur is better."
"That's because she's using my concoctions," Seraphina replied, her words muffled by the fur she had buried her face in. "She uses my Rank 2 shampoo for perfect hair and regularly drinks a special potion with concentrated nutrients to maintain its strength and silkiness. Her Charm isn't far behind these girls either, so of course her fur would be better."
All three demihumans suddenly turned their heads toward Seraphina, with Snow shifting her entire body to face her.
"Rank 2 shampoo?" they asked in unison.
Seraphina, unbothered by Snow's movement, kept her head buried as she continued hugging her.
"Yeah," Seraphina's muffled voice replied. "Depending on the materials used, the shampoo can have a greater rank and resulting effect. It's particularly important to use potions of matching ranks to avoid resisted effects or an overdose, like that time you took my plague troll heart potion, Bastion."
"Couldn't you have watered it down?" Bastion asked. "Then it wouldn't have taken days to wear off."
"I could have, but then you wouldn't have managed to take down Varyn now, would you?"
"Is there a chance we can purchase some of this shampoo?" Snow asked, her voice husky and inviting.
"Sure," Seraphina replied. "Just come down to the Wanderer's Trove carriage in the market in a day or two and I'll hook you up. We're staying for a while, so you can take your time."
Bastion sighed, realizing Seraphina had just secured a significant amount of clientele. No doubt she would be flooded with cat brothel workers starting tomorrow. Once she ran out of ingredients, however, her customers would likely turn into an angry mob. So he would need to nip the problem in the bud by setting expectations with those who would likely spread the word.
"Seraphina, how many of those potions do you have, and how many more can you make if you exhaust all the ingredients in your inventory?"
"Hm… a few hundred crates' worth. Don't worry, I doubt I'll run out any time soon. You can continue to enjoy Elyra's luscious fur for much longer."
"Any chance you can replace them with the kingdom's local ingredients?"
"Sure, but the quality will be subpar, considering the diversity of plant life here is significantly lacking. We'd have to go all the way back to the Kingdom of Spores to get the really good ingredients from the black market."
"You heard her, ladies," Bastion said. "The supply is limited, so keep it to yourselves. Once it's discovered you have access to a superior shampoo, you'll lose out in no time."
With renewed vigor and excitement at the possibility of even softer fur, the three demihumans poured themselves into pampering their clients. Winter sat up, turned around, and settled back down, deliberately offering her soft, exposed belly to Ariel's eager hands. Those fingers explored her, savouring the silky belly fur before sliding higher to cup and knead her full breasts and slipping down to stroke the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Winter's breath hitched, soft, needy moans spilling from her lips as her body arched into every touch.
Snow cradled Seraphina tenderly in her arms, pulling her close while her thick, bushy tail slipped between their legs and curled warmly around Seraphina's back. The luxurious fur pressed flush against her cooling skin, wrapping her in soft, heated comfort. Seraphina sighed with pleasure between Snow's breasts, melting into the embrace as the gentle, rhythmic caress of Snow's tail and the enveloping warmth lulled her into a drowsy haze.
Bastion meanwhile was left with a needy Amber who craved more attention. She sat up eagerly and straddled his lap, pressing her heated body flush against him. Without hesitation, she dragged her prickly tongue slowly up his neck in long, wet licks, savouring the taste of his skin.
The rough texture of Amber's tongue would have torn flesh from any normal human, but Bastion's strength allowed him to simply enjoy the tingling sensation. Amber grew bolder, grinding her slick, aching sex against his groin in slow, deliberate rolls of her hips, desperate to draw more affection from him. Her soft paw pads roamed and kneaded his back, pressing and squeezing while her breathing turned into desperate whimpers.
"Alright, alright," Bastion said as he began scratching her neck and the base of her tail. "Settle down, I'll play with you."
Like an obedient pet, Amber settled and curled up on Bastion's lap, purring contentedly at having her back stroked from her head all the way to the base of her tail.
"Careful," Winter said, glancing over from her place atop Ariel while hands still roamed her body. "Don't indulge her too much or you'll trigger her feral drive."
"What happens if her feral drive is triggered?" Ariel asked.
"She'll demand sex or rip his throat out if he refuses. Tiger demihumans are solitary by nature, so they don't care who it's with. If they get horny, they will demand sex or kill their object of affection."
"Why isn't she a slave then?"
"Because her clients wouldn't hesitate to have sex with her, so she hasn't had an incident yet. I'm not sure how strong he is, but he'd better be ready to fuck or restrain her."
"It's fine," Bastion said with confidence. "I have her under control."
That seemed to egg Amber on as she began leading his hand lower down her body.
"If she dares to lose her mind," Bastion said in a much colder voice, "I'll use one of Seraphina's Rank 2 sleeping potions, so she'll probably just sleep off the rest of her day and lose money."
Quickly, Amber quelled her instincts and allowed Bastion to do as he pleased. It was one thing if Bastion had said he would restrain her; she'd like to see him try. It was another thing entirely to sleep through the day and lose all her money.
For the next few hours, Bastion, Seraphina, and Ariel enjoyed the three demihumans' company without taking things any further. Bastion was determined to remain faithful to the girls, so he kept his clothes on and his affection appropriate.
Seraphina, meanwhile, was utterly absorbed by Snow's soft fur, her mind growing hazy and clouded as she sank deeper into its warmth. Sexual pleasure was the least of her concerns; all she wanted was to drift into a slow, blissful sleep, completely lost in the comfort of it.
Ariel never allowed herself to be touched, but seemed perfectly content giving Winter a pleasurable time with her fingers. She also avoided crossing any lines, understanding that she wasn't a solo adventurer but part of a harem party.
Meanwhile, in the lower districts of the city, Elyra came across a curiosity.
"Would you like some candy, miss?" a young orphan offered, holding his hand up with the candy resting on his palm. "It's 10 copper coins each, but it's really good, I promise."
That was certainly too expensive for a mere piece of candy. Ten copper coins could buy a night's stay at a tavern in a rural village and a day's worth of meals. Even in this city, that amount of goods and services was equivalent to a silver coin, meaning the candy was being sold for a tenth of that value.
"No, thank you, little one—" Elyra started to say, then paused, noticing the peculiar piece of candy in the boy's hands.
It was wrapped in an unfamiliar material, brightly colored and printed, which wasn't unusual given the available technology. What was strange, however, was the writing on the wrapper.
Unmistakably, it was in Japanese.
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