The noblewomen have naughty ideas

A few days after Patrick left...

You're reviewing some notes on fertility spells and double checking some catgirl vs. human girl details when Harmony bounds into your study. "I heard noises from the noble's room," she says, tail high, eyes sparkling and ears perked up.

"We should definitely look in on that," Sandra says, rising from her own cataloging so she can run her fingers across the back of your neck.

"Fine, fine," you reply as you start casting the scrying spell so all three of you can check in on Ekaterina and Siggra. When the scrying window clears the three of you are in for a sight.

Laying on the bed is Ekaterina, one hand wrapped around the bedpost as if she needs support and the other hand clamped over her mouth to quiet her moans. She's not naked, but her long dress is bunched up and the head and shoulders of lady Siggra have managed to wriggle in between Ekaterina's thighs.

You did make Ekaterina hornier than usual with a little magic, but you were right not to mess with Siggra. Despite being the older of the two, Siggra was more pent up to start with.

"Ho, ho!" Harmony says, hugging you from behind. "Looks like lady Siggra has a new favorite snack."

"But I thought relationships between women were frowned on," says Sandra. "Whatever will the other nobles think?"

"Yes, yes," Harmony says, laughing, "I'm not sure their families would approve. Naughty!"

Almost in time with Harmony's "Naughty!" Ekaterina's body tries to lift off the bed and her eyes go wide. It seems Siggra is good at this.

"Please, no more," Ekaterina begs. "My heart can't... hah... take it."

Siggra pops up, looking very pleased with herself. "Did I tire you out?" She asks as she slides up the bed to hug Ekaterina's . Siggra, mouth still glistening from her foray under the skirt, nuzzles up to Ekaterina and kisses her. A kiss that is eagerly received and returned.

"Oh, what are we going to do?" Ekaterina asks.

Siggra starts running her fingers through Ekaterina's long black hair and says, "Well you're not going back to your family."

"No."

"I'm not going to leave you."

That earns an immediate hug from Ekaterina.

"I guess maybe we could convince the mage to let us go back to my family. You would have to become a catgirl though."

Ekaterina asks her, "Do you think your family will accept you? My mother said it out loud, but your family will have heard that you were taken to Jalsenn. All the stories about slavers, ****... all that. Will they trust that you haven't been corrupted somehow?"

Siggra shifts uncomfortably and sighs. "Yes, it's pretty likely that they would keep a watch on me to make sure I wasn't doing anything that could be bad for the house. They also wouldn't be able to find as good a husband for me."

"Yes, even the suggestion of Jalsenn would keep all the best suitors away..."

They both lie together in silence for a moment. Long enough that you're wondering if they'll just drift off to sleep.

"What about the other option?" asks Ekaterina.

"You mean both of us changing into catgirls and staying here?"

"We don't have to stay here."

"Two young catgirls without any connections or contacts? We would be far better off staying here. If we both change then we're more or less at the mage's beck and call."

"Yes," says Ekaterina, "but from the sounds of it he already has multiple wives. Maybe he wouldn't even want us in his bed."

"He'd have to have a lot of wives to turn down a pair of beauties like us," Siggra says. "But I guess I can allow myself that little dream. If I had the chance to just... stay with you, that would be amazing."

Ekaterina pulls Siggra to her and after several more kisses says, "But what would we even be doing if we worked for him?"

"I don't know. Maybe seducing noblemen? But let's forget that for a second - there's another few questions that come before that: What would you look like as a catgirl? Do we get any say in how we look?"

Ekaterina shoots back, "What would you like me to look like? Are you already imagining me with a coat of fur?"

Siggra stops and the smiles. "Well, I wasn't... now I'm starting to wonder what you'd look like in black, head to toe."

"Oh, I hope it doesn't have to be black fur just because of my hair," Ekaterina replies. "I would get so overheated in the sun."

Siggra sits up and stretches. "What about me? Who knows if we even saw every possible color or pattern, but do you have a favorite in mind for me?"

"You'd actually let me choose?"

"If you made a good pick," Siggra says with a grin. "Come on, have you always had a thing for blondes or redheads? Or did you always want a cute little snow white kitten when you were a kid?"

Ekaterina laughs and says, "Honestly, you do look nice with brunette hair, but I don't know if you would look quite right if you had brunette fur. You're so naughty, I can't help but wonder if red would be a better match."

"Hah! Oh that's funny. After I got into trouble once, one of my tutors told me that 'your inner self only shines through when you are standing before the setting sun'. I was younger then, so it took me a while to realize he found a flowery way of saying that I looked like a redhead when the setting sun shone through my hair."

"Did your family dislike redheads as well?"

"Mmmm, yes. I think most of the nobles have trouble with them. Probably because of some ancient war or something."

"So you're not mad I picked red?"

"No, no. Now, as for you," Siggra pulls back and rubs her chin, looking Ekaterina up and down. "Not a redhead, I don't think. And you don't want to be all black. I do have to wonder what you would look like in cream or blonde."

"That could be nice," Ekaterina says, her eyes starting to droop. "I... think you tired me out."

"Hmmm, good. Get some sleep, lovely girl."

Ekaterina just grins. As her eyes close Siggra rubs her head against Ekaterina's large chest and then settles there for a nap of her own.

"Boy, they're not getting a lot of work done," Sandra says, laughing.

"I'll have to see about finishing another illusionary ring. It looks like the best way to convince them is going to be giving them the chance to see each other as catgirls."

"Makes sense," says Harmony. "After all, they're noblewomen. They're used to getting the chance to pick and choose their wardrobes."

"I wonder how they'd get along with Doe and the rest of our family?" asks Sandra.

"Never you mind! I've got eight wives and two more who will marry me inside a year."

Sandra starts laughing like crazy. "Ah, gotcha!"

You tickle her mercilessly and your red furred lover laughs and squeals the whole way through.