Cat Beard (work in progress comments welcome)
It started out like any other day. He was awoken by the sound of the waves lapping against his ship, the light flooding in like ribbons through the salt encrusted window into his luxurious cabin. The galleon was large and his quarters were no exception. His eyes opened, looking up at the crimson silk canopy above his four poster bed, lying still for a moment letting the last waves of sleep ebb away from his eyes, looking over towards the empty space next to him on the bed longing for it to be filled. Wanting him, his secret lover to be there to hold him in his arms and run his paws through his hair, just to be able to kiss him.
This was how he started his day, every day. He throws the crushed velvet covers of him and hangs his hind paws off the bed, his head in his paws. He gets up and slowly pads over to the dark oak wardrobe, his large white shirt hangs loosely from his body. "Now, what to wear" the words float effortlessly from his maw his voice as smooth and as soft as the silk coving his bed. He peers into his wardrobe, looking at the delectable clothing that meets his gaze "hmmm .... Yes I'm going to wear you, you and you". He takes out another white shirt complete with ruffles down the front and leather strings at the cuffs, a pair of his favourite tight leather pants and his long black woollen trench coat. He removes his shirt, slowly lifting it up feeling the cotton slide over his light tan fur and purring. Now completely naked e walks over to the mirror. He smile and the reflection staring back at him does the same, his emerald green eyes glinting in the sunlight that streams in from the window, his long russet coloured wavy hair cascading down past his shoulders. The reflection tat loos back at his loos almost too effeminate to be the leader of a vessel this size, or a vessel any size really, he plays with his neatly trimmed goatee ad looks at his face "you sexy bastard" he growls softly.
Walking back over to the bed he starts to put his clothes on his tight leather pants first, fitting snugly against his slight yet powerful legs and leaving nothing to the imagination, complimenting his large bulge and his tight ass just below his tail perfectly, almost as if they had been painted on to him. Next for the shirt, e like to wear his shirts loose, making his body look more substantial than what it was, he was slight of frame and tall, to him these weren't disadvantages but they were one big advantage, he was extremely lithe meaning he could thieve quite easily. The shirt gliding effortlessly over his pure white fur of his toned chest and abdomen. He threw his coat on and tied his russet hair back with a black thong of leather completing his dress for the day.