CHAPTER 1
I was lounging on the sofa when the serving woman brought my dinner. It smelled delicious, and the first taste confirmed it. But I knew it was important to keep the servants on their toes, so looked at her haughtily and turned away. I did not have to say anything, I knew she would bring me something else. If I ate it, I would leave at least a third as my mother had taught me. To clear a plate was not something a princess did, no matter how hungry she might be.
The serving woman looked disappointed, as she should. She was an ugly lumpy thing in coarse clothes, unlike me with my trim figure and beautiful costume. Yet I have to say she was very dutiful, and I rather liked her. It was just important to maintain the proper order in the palace.
Yes, I lived in a grand palace where I could wander where I pleased, and with a large garden. I had servants to look after my every need. But it was still a prison, with high walls to keep intruders out, but also to keep me in. How different from the life of my parents, free to roam their estate! I had imagined that I would join them, or at least have my own estate where I could wander and even go hunting.
From the upper windows I could see over the walls and down into the town. The servants went there to get supplies, yet I, the mistress of the house, their princess, could not. Last night I heard a love song in the distance -- some youth serenading his love. How sweet his voice was, and how much I wished I was that town girl!
As I lay on the bed that night, I could faintly hear the serenade again, and wondered if the town boy and girl would get together. When I came here, I hoped and even expected there would be some prince for me, but after all this time I had seen no-one. Why could I not go into the town and find my own lover? I did not know what lovemaking was like, but knew that I yearned for it. Somehow I knew it meant filling me up in a way different from food, no matter how delicious.
It seemed unfair that the servants could go out when I could not.
Just occasionally, very occasionally, I wished I wasn't a cat.
CHAPTER 2
When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was what I didn't notice. I seemed to have lost my sense of smell. I must have a cold to add to my despair.
I yawned and stretched, then noticed with horror that something seemed to have happened to my paws! The fur had gone, and my claws seemed to have been snipped while I was sleeping!
Somehow I was under the quilt instead of curled up on it, and I struggled to get free. My body was not obeying me as usual, and I could not feel my tail at all!
The room seemed smaller, and the colours were different -- I had never seen anything so bright and garish.
With horror I realised that I seemed to have been turned into the serving woman!
Getting free of the quilt, I leapt down to the floor as I usually would and landed with a painful crash which jarred my forelegs. The manservant ran into the room, and asked "Darling, what's happened?"
I must have lost control, for I heard myself say "Nothing, Sweetheart. I had a strange dream about being a cat, then fell out of bed." Somehow I understood their words and discovered that the serving woman had a name, Darling. The manservant was called Sweetheart.
I noticed that the manservant had a stiff cock. He must have been pulling it in the bathroom, as I had often seen. Why he did this instead of mating, I did not know, but I realised it was my chance.
I took control of the body and crawled onto the bed, resting on my forepaws and hind legs. I raised my haunches toward the man, and wiggled my hindquarters. I tried to miaow that I was ready to mate, but what came out was servant words "Fuck me!"
I felt the cloth over my hindquarters being pulled down. Of course! I had these stupid bits of cloth over my ugly pink body. How inconvenient!
Then I felt his paws on my sides, and he pushed his cock in. Mummy had said it would hurt, but it did not, not at all. Then he was thrusting in and out and at last I was being mated!
It was so good I was trying to purr, but some other noises came out, which must have pleased the man, because he said "Oh Darling! You're so wonderful!" and started groaning. I could feel him putting something inside me which must be the stuff that Mummy had said caused kittens.
I was so happy! When he had finished mating he came round to me and I bit his forepaw in thanks, which seemed to surprise him.
"What's up with you Darling? Never mind, it was great! You were like a cat on heat!"
I just relaxed and enjoyed the feeling. So that was lovemaking! I liked it and I wanted more as soon as possible! He made that snarl that servants do to show they are happy. Mummy had told me that when they showed their teeth they were not actually threatening.
I sat up with my forepaws between my back ones, but it was not comfortable. My legs were the wrong shape and my knees were up high.
He closed his mouth, then opened it again, not showing his teeth.
"Oh I see! You're a cat!" he snarled again.
But I was uncomfortable so let Darling take control of the body.
"What the fuck?" she said, as she moved me to a more comfortable position, and I could feel her mixture of pleasure and surprise. So it had been good for both of us! I quite liked her, so was glad.
This body was too hard to control all the time so I relaxed and watched what she did. It was amusing as she went around with a plate of food calling "Princess, princess!"
"She'll be hiding somewhere," said the manservant. "Just put down the food and she'll find it. Bye, Darling." He made that snarl face again.
I was apprehensive as she went into the shower, but then she had no fur, poor thing. It actually felt quite nice as she stroked herself, including the strange wobbly bags at the front. I had noticed the bumps on her, but now I knew how they felt, which was mostly heavy and inconvenient. But it was nice to have them stroked.
I could feel she was cheerful. I had never really thought much about servants having feelings before.
I had the experience of putting dirt and grease on my face. I did not understand why the serving woman did this, even afterwards. She sprayed herself, and I smelled the smell I recognise her with, but much fainter. So servants did have a sense of smell after all, but a poor one.
She sat on the toilet, which I now understood as being some sort of litter tray. Of course, servants were not permitted to mark territory, so had to dispose of it this way. No cat would do it in water!
I felt an itch in my ear and automatically went to scratch it with my rear paw, and nearly fell over. After that I was careful to let Darling control her own body, though with the occasional mistake. I tried to lap coffee, but it was too hot, so I made it clear that I desired water, and drank it in that strange way the servants do.
CHAPTER 3
I found that I, as Darling, was rather deaf. The world was very muffled, with no high notes, though this was good because travelling to what she called work was very noisy.
What happened when she got to the work place was just too confusing. I suppose I had imagined she would go hunting for food; instead she just sat in front of a screen, pressing with her paws on a thing we have which I like to lie on, and talking to other servants. Though I could understand the words people said to her and how she replied, I rarely understood what it meant.
That is until I was approached by a manservant, who had a rather unpleasant pine scent under his forelegs, but quite a lot of nice musk around his genitals, as I noticed when Darling bent down to pick up some paper. I could tell she rather liked him, and was thinking of mating with him. He put his paw on my hindquarters which felt strange, as they are huge and fat.
