The next evening she got something out of a box by the bed. It looked like a manservant's cock! Pink like Sweetheart's not black like Dirk's. I was interested to see her mate with it, but she pushed me out of the bedroom. I heard the purring and some meowing from her. That evening and next day I showed her I was offended. That evening I was on the bed early, but she picked me up and put me out the door. The next evening I did the same, and she made a long sound, then stroked me and lay down to sleep.
I woke up getting out of the bed on my hind legs, and calling my name. As I obviously didn't come, I looked under the bed, moved my shoulders up and down, then closed the door. I took the cock out of its box and lay down.
Now that I knew what to expect, it was even better! I was mated three times. Perhaps not the real thing, but very good.
In the morning I woke up on the bed as a cat, and was as nice to Darling as I could be.
Then it was the days for not going to the office. The man servant came to my palace and I hissed at him. When he tried to stroke me, I scratched his hand, and he shouted, and waved his hind leg at me, but I was too quick. Darling hit him with her paw and they both shouted at each other. That day and the next he carried things out of the palace. Darling didn't mate, just drank some of the strange liquid that acts like catnip at night.
On the next office day, after giving me my dinner, she put on dirt, short cloths and things to make her wobble. I was sure she was going to be mated, but no matter how much I wished, I stayed a cat.
When she came back to give me my supper, I was disappointed to smell she hadn't been mated. She had some of the catnip drink and soon went to bed, so I followed. She went to the box by the bed, and got out the cock. She looked at me, made the snarl face and sound meaning happy and moved her shoulders up and down.
I watched with interest as she mated herself. Of course I wished I was her as well, but still I was glad for her. Would she get kittens? I thought not. It's the kitten juice, not the cock.
But next day she came home with Dirk. They talked while eating, and I could smell their desire. When they went to the bedroom, I was sure they were going to mate, but they pushed me out of the door. I scratched at it, but they didn't open it, so I lay down outside. I so much wished I was Darling again!
Then I was on my hind legs and Dirk was putting his tongue in my mouth. I just stopped myself from biting it, as Darling pulled me away.
"What's up?" he said.
"Nothing, someone walked over my grave," I said. I don't know what that meant.
I was Darling again. I mustn't try to control her body, just let her know I wanted to mate. But there was no need, she wanted it as well.
It was odd to lie on my back seeing his face, but his cock felt good as he put it in, and started mating me. Then he paused and suckled me a little! I didn't have any milk, so it was not as good as the kittens had been, but pleasant, like a special sort of stroking in one of the better places. But it was better than him suckling my mouth, though Darling liked it. But best of all was when he went back to mating. It was so good as he did it as hard as he could and I felt hot feelings coming up and meowed in that special way for pleasure, as he put kitten juice in me.
I dozed a little as they talked, then he started massaging my nipples (how strange to have only two) and suckling my mouth. Then I turned over and got up to invite him to mount me from the back. I could feel Darling was a little puzzled, but he was happy enough and we all enjoyed it, with some more kitten juice. He mated me again later, quite a long time and only a little kitten juice. I soon fell asleep.
And woke up outside the bedroom door, so I scratched on it. Darling opened it, and I rubbed her legs and purred. Then they both made short loud sounds and started going around quickly, but gave me my breakfast and put out some beads for later. When I got back from the garden they had gone.
Over time, Dirk carried things into the palace and Darling showed him his duties. They mated quite often, but I always remained a cat. Then one evening, I became Darling again and we mated again and again.
"You're like a cat on heat!" said Dirk, and I felt a shock go through Darling, so kept quiet. Did she know?
She got up and started going round calling for me.
In the morning I was on the bed between them.
By the next not-office day I was sure. I could smell that she was going to have kittens, and wondered what they would be like. Would there be a black prince and a pink and black princess? The mixed fur ones are always female.
I watched Darling swell, but never became her, though I often slept on the bed. I was a bit worried because it took so long, but she finally littered. Only one, a prince. Tawny in colour.
One night I woke up. The little prince was crying and I was getting ready to suckle him. It was odd not to be lying on my side with several, but it was as good suckling him as it had been with the kittens. It lasted much longer, more than two snows, and I was glad to have it several times.
I now had the challenge of managing as a cat with this little servant, which was sometimes rough, but never nasty. He eventually grew less clumsy and loved me a lot. Darling swelled again and he had a sister. I was disappointed to see she was also tawny, but enjoyed feeling her suckle me.
Darling and Dirk mated a lot.
I think Darling recognised what had been happening, though possibly not believing it. Because when I heard the princes outside singing their love songs, and my yearnings grew, I would find myself in Darling's body and feel welcome to enjoy mating along with her.
