Johanna von Greifensee

This will be a short story set in the high middle ages of central Europe. Here the women of noble houses are kept as pet girls, with their appearance tied to the coat of arms of their family. Having pets that closely align with your heraldry is a matter of prestige and legitimacy and as such, matches are made to produce women that best fulfill the particular beauty standards of their house.

Of course, only adult women are involved.

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"Hurry up Johanna, the heir will arrive soon.", her father said in his typical nervous voice. Baron Weimar of Greifensee was a good father, at least Johanna thought so, but he was also the head of a minor branch family and a notorious worrywart.

Johanna suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, that wasn't becoming a lady like her, and hurried up finishing the bowl in front of her. Eating without hands and on the ground wasn't really conductive to speed or cleanliness, though and while Johanna had three months of experience at it, she still wasn't very good at it.

Still, she finished and looked up at her father, who quickly wiped her messy face clean with a handkerchief. He smiled and clipped a leash to her collar before rewarding her with some headpats.

"Father...", Johanna said in an annoyed voice. "You said we were late."

"And the heir is waiting!", Regi, one of her sisters, added from her place at her fathers feet. She looked quite similar to their father. Pale white skin, shining red hair and a slim, elegant built. Then again, their father wasn't naked and didn't have cat ears or a long tail.

The rest of her sisters did though, all five of them who were naked, leashed and waiting at her fathers feet for her. Not that Johanna looked any different.

She was three months past her eighteenth birthday, three months past her collaring. Like all good ladies of noble birth, she too had become a pet after reaching her maturity, no longer wearing clothes but instead a collar, faux animal ears and a tail that was attached to a plug in her rear.

As a member of a Habsburg branch family, her ears were a pair a red cat ears. The expensive, articulated sort that could produce realistic motions with enough training. They were attached to her scalp with a complex web of leather bands that attached to different parts of her skull and allowed intricate manipulation. The leather bands themselves were hidden beneath her hair, so the ears really looked like they were part of her. That said, after three months, Johanna had not yet acquired the reflexive skill that her mother and other more experienced pets had.

For them, their ears moved almost on their own and conveyed intentions and emotions. For experienced pets, communicating only with the motions of their tails and ears was considered a prestigious art. At gatherings of accomplished ladies, the spoken word was often an admission of inferiority.

Johanna's tail was the same color as her ears and hair, gently swaying side to side as she followed her father down the hallway and into the great hall of their residence. It too was an expensive marvel of the tailers-guild. The plug in her rear was made from four parts, which translated specific clenches of her rear muscles into motions of her tail.

Unlike her ears, which still needed training Johanna was fairly confident in her skills with the tail.

Inside the great hall, her father removed his daughter's leashes and they all took position in a line. Each of them knelt next to the other with their arms crossed behind their backs, proudly displaying their slim bodies and obediently staring at the far wall. Then they waited.

Johanna could feel the nervousness of her siblings. Hell, in the corner of her vision she could see Aria's ears twitching with excitement. She grumbled at the sight. Her older sister was much better at using her ears. With two years of experience, their operation had already become a reflex which she didn't need to consciously control.

A trait that would certainly endear her to the young main family heir that was here to chose his wife.

That said, Johanna still had some confidence in being picked herself. Among her siblings she was the smallest and daintiest, while also arguably being the prettiest. All traits that the pet wife of the head of the Habsburgs should have.

Unlike most of her siblings, she was also not a full cousin of the heir. Her mother was her fathers new pet, after his former wife died giving birth to her youngest brother. Her mother had been a peasant from Thuringia who had been brought south by their family's agents to be married into a branch family and bring in new blood.

Considering all that, Johanna thought that she had good chances of being chosen.

The door opened and she heard steps. Excited, she straightened herself, pushing out her breasts more and putting on her most obedient face. The steps came closer and she heard the heir talking with her father. Then they came to a stop in front of them.

Johanna kept her eyes locked on the same spot on the wall, not moving a single muscle as she felt her bundled up nervousness suddenly bubble up. She struggled to get herself under control. A good pet needs to behave properly! No one wants a catgirl who can't be obedient!

"A beautiful litter.", she heard the heir say to her father.

"Thank you, my Lord.", he replied and they started to walk down the lineup of sisters, starting with the oldest. Which meant that Johanna would be the last one.

It was nerve-wracking. Each stop they made, she felt her whole world crashing as she feared that the prince would pick one of her sisters on the spot. Still, she was well-behaved and didn't move.

And the prince did not choose them.

Finally, he arrived in front of her. Johanna continued to stare a hole into the wall. Only that now the prince's crotch was in the way. The thought of maybe being taken by the cock inside these pants made her feel tingelish inside.

Like any unmarried lady, she was a proper virgin. That said, she had often seen her father take her mother or her brothers enjoying their wives attention. She couldn't wait to feel what had elicited all those delicious moans from them.

"Look up at me.", the prince commanded and Johanna automatically obeyed, lifting her head. Surprising herself, she even managed to make her ears stand at attention at the same time.

Taking a first look at the Habsburg Prince, Albrecht the fifth, she noted to her relief that he was attractive. He, like all Habsburgs, had fiery red hair and pale white skin. Unlike her father, he was somewhat taller, probably two heads taller than herself. Not that she would have the chance to compare them directly. He had a thin build, but there was some muscle on his frame. Unlike her father, he must have regularly trained.

"You are a pretty one.", Albrecht said to her as he took her chin and moved it side to side. Johanna relished the praise as he scrutinized her.

"And she is from your second wife?", he asked her father. Johanna couldn't see him, since the prince had turned her head away from him.

"Yes. She is perfect to bring new blood into the main line.", her father answered. The tone in his voice told Johanna that he was hopeful. Which in turn made her more excited than before.

"Hm...", the prince hummed and turned Johannas head to look him in the eyes.

"Would you like to be my wife?", he suddenly asked.

Johanna blinked, surprised by the question. Who wouldn't want to be the pet of the heir?

"Y-yes!", she pressed out quickly as she managed to catch herself.

"I very much would like to."

This prompted a laugh from Albrecht. "Well then," he said, letting go of her chin and turning to her father.

"It's settled then. I shall marry Johanna."

The words struck her as if god himself had said them. Her mind went slack as she felt happiness and excitement overtake her. She had actually been chosen! She was the next head's pet wife! She was chosen among all the other branch families, because she was the best!

She had been so absorbed in her own mind, that she didn't notice her father's excitement and how the prince attached a beautiful bronce colored leash to her collar.

"Come then Johanna.", the prince said.