A Catgirl Shrine Maiden

Nyan nyan nyan!

Jerry and Titania heard their catch before they saw her. Inside the net trap was a struggling tiny blur of red, white and light brown. The creature was flailing wildly but could not seem to free itself if the expertly woven confines of Titania's trap. Jerry took a step forward but Titania held out a leather-gloved hand to stop him.

"She'll tire herself out eventually."

Titania had a look on her face that was both bemused and exasperated. Sure enough, after a few minutes the blur started the take on more defined features as the wild kicking and thrashing started to slow. Jerry saw a young woman, probably slightly younger than Titania appeared. She had short, shoulder length light brown hair, a pale complexion and was lithe and skinny. If she had any curves to speak of they were hidden by her baggy clothes. She wore a white kimono jacket that had been slightly stained by the dirt she was writhing in and a long red pleated skirt tied in bow. The young woman would have come off as having an almost cat-like grace if she wasn't currently struggling to free herself.

"Hang on," thought Jerry, "noticing something else he had initially overlooked.

The shrine maiden was catlike in another way as well. Atop her tangled, tomboy hair were two soft, fluffy, furry cat ears. Furthermore, poking out from behind her was a slender light brown tail! This girl wasn't just a girl! She was a catgirl! Titania had begun to approach her. The catgirl was wheezing comically. Her posture mad her look defeated but she eyed the approaching Elf with eyes that spoke pure hatred.

Titania smirked, knelt by the netted shrine maiden and turned to Jerry.

"This irksome creature is called Mildred. She's a priestess-in-training in The Capital."

Mildred's tail straightened and her ears arched back. "Nobody calls me Mildred, razor ears." Her voice was high pitched, youthful and dripping with ****.

Titania rolled her eyes. "Sorry Milly," Her fingers moved leisurely to the net. She worked almost mechanically as she began untangling the catgirl's arms and legs from their hemp prison.

Jerry, who had been silently observing this whole time, thought that now might be the time for some fun.