But if you indulge him, he might settle down.

You didn't like sitting on just half a stool. Now you have the whole thing- ... but you feel Felix's buttcheeks right atop your crotch, almost perfectly placed to sandwich your flaccid cock. He isn't heavy, so that's not a problem- ... but where do your arms go? Afraid to touch him, you grip the seat of the stool instead.

His butt actually feels pretty soft- the perky kind of soft, not the mushy type. "Just this once..." You grumble, dreading the thought of anyone seeing you like this- but who were you kidding? It's dead out here.

Phillip might even be your only companion for this journey at the rate this is going. "So you wanna get rich out here?" He asks with a satisfied gaze over his shoulder.

-that's a tough question, actually. It would normally be obvious but... "Honestly, it wasn't working out in town. I just need enough to travel or something." You explain realistically. No adventurers made their whole careers in just one venture: though there was treasure, it was rarely a lifestyle of profit...

Phillip nods at you and looks forward. "I'm just a thief. Learned to shoot poaching with my dad." Explains the catboy, while kicking his feet back-and-forth...

You might as well strike up some kind of conversation. "It's ridiculous that hunting is a crime. The king owns all the wild game? That's just hubris." You continue; you had heard of peasants being hung for hunting during a famine. Surprisingly, that was the norm...

It makes you glad to be out of town for the time being. "Heeh, you sound like my dad now- not that it's a bad thing." Phillip teases with no small amount of pleasure... -and you roll your eyes while looking aside.

Abruptly, he gets up off you and starts stretching with a yawn- ... but he's bending forward. That tiny leather tunic does nothing to cover his naked butt, especially not with his tail hiking it up! His cheeks are perky but ample, almost thick...

And you don't know how to feel about seeing his snug-looking ballsack: it's stretched taut around his modest testes, a tight but small sack of soft smooth skin. He doesn't seem to grow body hair of any kind...

He looks back at you and catches you oggling his behind. You dread the acknowledgement in his eyes. "It's okay to look! I'm happy if you do actually. If you want I'll pretend I don't even know you're looking." He generously offers. You're not sure how to take that generosity.

In your normal, every-day mind: there's no way. In your instinctive, underlying mind of impulse, though... -he is a perfectly valid sexual outlet, possibly even viable for you. Whatever you feel, it is good to know he's available to you.

His long bare legs gracefully step toward your tent. "We should be up early, right? Night sucks here anyway- let's sleep." Phillip suggests, at which you slowly rise with a fluttering heartbeat. For some odd reason, the feeling of his soft butt sitting on your lap keeps repeating in your mind...