Author's note: Slightly different format for the final chapter here. This story has been very chronologically sequential up until now, but this chapter skips ahead a bunch. Thanks so much for sticking with this story to the end! I <3 all of you.
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Kitty sat at her Momma's feet as she talked with the other Chieftains. She wasn't really paying much attention to the conversation anymore. Momma had asked several of her new allies to talk about her plan to send a delegation to Lek, to demand a place in the Palace. She'd been listening then, but not now. Now they were talking about weapons and sex and... farming, apparently.
"I can't believe you guys still grow so much rice. Who even buys rice?" Rugana laughed. Kitty couldn't care less about rice, but she still watched their body language. What really had her attention was the fact that they were eating the veal that Laniwyn had spent all day preparing. She was eagerly watching her Momma's every move, hoping she'd offer her some. Momma ripped a chunk free with her knife, and ate it without offering any to Kitty. She didn't pout or whine. Momma didn't like it when she whined and with company there she was much stricter about the rules. Her eyes remained fixated on her Momma, watching her every movement.
"Rugana your cat has been staring at you for like an hour. Do you feed it properly? It looks like it's starving." Jurez' voice. Kitty recognized him, he came around every now and again. He called her an 'it' and she didn't like that, but Momma humoured him.
"Hrmph. She eats as much as I do and still stays that skinny." Momma rolled her eyes and ripped off a piece of the veal. She held it out for Kitty and she eagerly moved forward to gobble the meat up. It was every bit as delicious as she knew it would be, and she ate it quickly.
"Thank you, Momma," she purred happily, licking her fingers clean.
"Hrmph. I spoil you too much," Momma grunted, but petted her anyway, giving her a quick scratch between her ears. She rested her head on Momma's knee, rubbing her forehead against it, enjoying the feeling of Momma's skin on hers.
The meal wound down to a close, and Kitty heard the sound of her Momma patting her knee twice. She climbed up onto her lap by herself, nuzzling into her chest and wrapping her arms around Momma's waist. She was being extra affectionate partially because she knew Momma liked to show her off to the other Warlords, but she also didn't mind the contact. Momma had been really busy and stressed out organizing all of this, and she hadn't had time for much else other than fucking Kitty before bed.
"So I heard that your pet there is nobility or something, Rugana. You ever considered using her as leverage to get us into Lek? Trade her back for a spot at the table?" One of the other voices, she wasn't sure who. Kitty felt a wave of dread pass through her, and she tightened her grip around Momma's waist. She didn't want to go back. She didn't want to be taken away from Momma and given to her old family again. She looked up at her, eyes fearful, begging for an answer just as much as the other Orc had asked her for one.
"Nah. That's a shit idea." Momma smiled at her and patted her on the head reassuringly. She felt the dread drain away, and she sighed in relief, resting her head on Momma's breast. She didn't offer the Orc who'd spoken any more reasoning, and they let it go. "Alright boys, I'm off to bed. You know where your rooms are, we'll talk more tomorrow, yeah?" She got a chorus of "yep's" and dragged Kitty off to her room.
"So. What do you think?" She asked Kitty, when they got back.
"Jurez did it again." She pouted at her.
"Yeah, he's kind of an ass, but that's not what I meant." Momma frowned a little, her hands on her hips.
"Mmm, Gura's only going along with the plan because he's afraid of you. And when you asked Tak who buys rice, he looked really nervous for a second there and avoided answering you."
"What? Really? I didn't even realize he didn't answer me." She frowned at Kitty, like she didn't believe her.
"Yeah. Maybe he's transporting something else in those ships." Kitty shrugged.
"I'll look into that. Good work tonight, Kitty."
"Does that mean I get to cum twice tonight, Momma?" She asked, a sly grin on her face.
Momma snorted in amusement. "Yeah, I definitely spoil you way too much."
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Kitty sat on the big plush chair in Momma's room, grumbling to herself as she rubbed her sore tail. A new person had started in the Kitchen that week, and Kitty had never liked him. She'd never really been able to pinpoint why she didn't like him, he just sort of rubbed her the wrong way. Today, he'd cemented her opinion of him by yanking on Kitty's tail, chortling as he did it like it was some kind of joke.
Laniwyn had been furious. She'd slapped the Orc right in the face, hissing out the word 'cunt'' several times. Laniwyn almost never spoke, only growling out the occasional curse word when she was really pissed. In a weird way, Laniwyn was almost more protective of her than Momma was. She could be a little... overzealous sometimes, actually. Kitty didn't really mind, it felt nice knowing that Laniwyn cared for her, same as Momma.
She'd considered telling Momma about the tail pulling thing, but after seeing how hard of a time Laniwyn had given the kitchen helper, she thought it wouldn't be necessary. Momma might be mad, or she might just find it funny. It was hard to tell with her, sometimes.
"Kitty, you here?" Momma's voice came from the door as it opened to admit her. She was dressed in her 'casual' hard leather armour, and she had a wooden crate tucked under one arm that clinked softly when she moved.
"Yes, Momma," Kitty replied, hopping off her chair and padding over to her eagerly, her tail swishing.
"You know what today is, Kitty?" Momma asked jovially, setting the crate down on the nearby table.
"Ummm... the... forty fifth?" she asked, trying to remember how the nonsensical PriMat calendar worked.
