Princess Sassy

You cock an elegant brow at who it is.

With the clip-clop of her satyr hooves and the twitching of her donkey ears, Princess Sastina Perkivo Pekorin enters the slave shop. Even with her ornate, elegant, regal dress, she still looks like an ass. As the crown princess of the Kingdom of Pekorin, you'd recognize the short, petite princess anywhere, especially with the tiny, pink, erect nipples hair-widths away from popping out of the corset barely covering her perfectly flat chest. But what's she doing here?

The princess clops up to you, a snake-like smirk on her face, oozing smugness. You grip the hilt of your sword, but Sastina raises her finger.

"None of that!" she chirps, her other hand flipping some of her long, wavy, sandy blonde hair. "No attitude at me! I'm a customer!"

"Oh, welcome to Human Consignment! I'm Terco-"

"Yeah, yeah, Elfy. Later. I'm talking to this product of yours."

The elven noble pouts, placing his hands on his hips.

"Ah, how I relish this sight of you..." Sassy says, crossing her arms over her flat chest and taking in your nude form. Blushing, you cross one arm over your bust, struggling to contain it and cover at least one of your inverted nipples. The other holds the hilt of Joyeuse to self-consciously place the sheathed blade between your legs to cover your hairless cunny. "I knew the second I saw you at that meeting... 'I have to get that fat bitch nude and on her knees for me.' Look at those sea cow tits... I wonder what it is with you selkies? Blubber? No wonder you took to the sword. How did you expect to get a rich, noble spouse with those knockers?" She smirks, raising her hand to jostle one of your breasts. And not gently...

"Y-You mean... This was all a set-up?" you squeak, wincing at the princess's ministrations.

"Oh, I can't confirm or deny that, sea cow. Besides, not like it matters! You're a big-tiddy slave now. And I'm a fabulously flat princess with a lot of money."

Your bottom lip quivers. "Y-You don't mean...?"

"Oh, yes!" She raises her other hand, examining her fingernails. "Shopkeep! How much for the sea cow?"

Tercorrin cocks a brow. "For Miss Durendal there? She's a rarity. Noble, selkie, a skilled swordswoman, Blade Tamer of the cursed sword Joyeuse, and-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Sassy waves her hand dismissively. "How. Much."

"Mmmm..." Tercorrin brings his hand to his chin. "I'm afraid I can't let her go for anything less than seven hundred gold coins."

You can't help but smile gratefully at the shop owner. That's double the price he quoted your father... He's obviously trying to intimidate Princess Sastina away.

"Eight hundred and keep the tip. Pocket change for me," she says, reaching into her hair and retrieving a jingling bag of coins. "I'll even have enough left over to buy a Milky Potion on the way out for my new toy!"

Your heart sinks, looking at the sadistic gleam in Sassy's sharp-toothed grin. She licks her lips, staring at your breasts like a ravenous wildcat looking at a wounded cow... Or sea cow, as she so aptly put it.