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After the war was over, there came an era of reconciliation; bonds of peace forged with monuments, trade agreements, gifts of gold and crops traveled between the cities of the south and the villages of the north. One of those gifts, rarer and more precious than most, traveled in the back of a caravan as it pulled into the humble city of Slor, just as the first snowfall of the season fell upon the cobblestone streets, blanketing the little log houses that pushed up against the winding rivers of the town. Once the carriage stopped outside the city hall, Keeva stumbled out and pulled down the hood of her cloak. The amour leopardess was raised in the south, where snowfall was considered an unlucky blight that happened at most, three times a decade. She didn't see what all the fuss was about--she found the cold bracing, refreshing. While port workers unloaded the rest of the caravan, Keeva stood still, taking in the town with the ill-contained anxiety of someone who was about to start down a new and foreign path in life.

An elderly and well-dressed tiger came up to the caravan and asked for her by name. Keeva turned around, the two of them bowing at each other awkwardly. The man--Keeva pegged him for a veteran based on his stiff and officious demeanor--asked her to point out her bags so he could carry them into the hall. She didn't bring many things with her--a single satchel of clothes and a book bag full of knick-knacks given to her by her family before she left. The tiger told her to mind the snow as he opened the rear door to a large building and led her down a stone hallway. The place gave the impression of something ancient yet well-cared for; the wooden floors creaked loudly under her footfalls.

"What is this place?" Keeva asked.

"Before the war, it was the Jarl's palace." The tiger made two sharp turns and walked up a flight of stairs, and it occurred to Keeva that she would probably be lost if it weren't for the tiger. "Now, it's a lot of things. The royal court hall serves free food, the middle floors are mostly administration. The top floor was residential, and it's been given to the more esteemed veterans and generals now. Speaking of..."

The hallway opened up into a large entryway with a crackling firepit, where proud stone pillars flanked doorways on each side of the hall. The tiger was about to knock on one of the doors when Keeva felt a large hand on her shoulder. She jumped and suppressed a frightened squeak.

"I can take her from here, Boyd." The voice behind her was deep, feminine, and it reminded Keeva of how it felt to run her hand across finely sanded hardwood. The woman took the bags from the tiger and opened the door, beckoning Keeva inside.

The room appeared to be a large loft, complete with vaulted ceilings and a fireplace. Tall stone archways led out to what Keeva assumed was the bedroom. The place smelled strongly of burning wood and copal, and after days on the road, the warm, perfumed air felt like a comforting embrace.

"Shoes, if you don't mind. The rug is older than I am, I suspect." The voice said. Keeva nervously untied her boots and put them on a little shelf by the floor she suspected was for that very purpose. She looked up to see the tiger who had first welcomed her inside.

She was slightly older than Keeva, staggeringly tall, with dark hair tied up into a loose bun where a few stray strands fell over her angled face, blending with the black stripes that cut across her countenance. She was wearing traditional sheepskin robes, dyed green and brown, with a cut in the middle to show the curve of her breasts.

"You must be Shea?" Keeva said, her voice a squeak. She was utterly out of her element.

The tigress smiled warmly, soft brown eyes twinkling. "That would be me." She leaned forward and untied the knot holding together Keeva's cloak, and put it on a peg by the door. "Goodness, you're pretty." She took the leopardess by the hand, guided her into the center of the room, and then stood back to look her over. Her smile didn't falter. "How was the journey?"

"Never been on the road for that long before. I can't say I enjoyed it, but I guess it's nice to see new places." She said earnestly. Already, Shea had a way of disarming her.

Shea, towering over her, ran the back of her hand up Keeva's neck. The motion was so light, she barely felt it. "I'm not sure if this counts as an arranged marriage or not, but I feel like I've been given something beautiful and precious to care for." She lifted Keeva's chin with her index finger. For a second, she thought the tigress might kiss her, but instead, she pulled her into an embrace. Keeva could feel enormous muscles under the robe. "I'll be sure to take excellent care of you, my pet." She let go, hands around the leopardess's hips. "This is what you want, right?"

"Yeah, I..." Her heart was fluttering, and the words in her head struggled to order themselves. "My aunt knew some of the council people involved in the peace negotiations. We all met for dinner, he told me about you. When I was younger, I would sneak books out of the adult section of the library, stories about the north, about priestesses, war heroes, and town matriarchs who were gifted life partners as status symbols and as...pets. It was something I thought about a lot when I was by myself, if you catch my meaning."

Shea chuckled. If she picked up on the innuendo, she didn't show it. "That certainly resonates with a certain kind of person. It's a tradition that goes back centuries." She leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. Keeva felt her knees start to wobble, and Shea put a hand around her midsection to steady her. "We should get you into some nicer clothes." She pulled away.

Keeva realized she was still wearing the same cotton pants and jerkin when she started out her journey. She had bathed yesterday after the caravan stopped at a small inn outside a fishing village, but she felt a pang of horror at the thought of how ragged her clothes looked and probably smelled. If Shea noticed, she didn't say anything and instead pulled out a folded dress from a drawer in the corner.

"This will look good on you, I promise." She put the dress on a table and started to unclasp the top button on Keeva's jerkin.

"Oh, are you--"

Shea smiled. "You're going to be naked around me a lot. Might as well start early." She undid the top button, agile fingers moving slowly down the row. Keeva felt her heart beat, breath caught in her throat as the tigress's hands brushed against the space between her breasts. The last button came undone, and Shea pulled the top down around her arms and cast it aside into a basket by the wall. Keeva hadn't spent much of her life naked around others, and her cheeks were burning as Shea looked over her bare chest, the tigress running the palm of her hand down her side, thumb brushing against the areola of her right breast. She inhaled, her knees going wobbly again. She wasn't quite as large as the tigress, but if her past partners were any indication, she had more than enough to put in one's hands. The tigress kissed her on the forehead again. "It'll take some time to get comfortable around me, but until then, you can try to relax."

She undid the cotton string holding up Keeva's pants and pushed them down. Keeva was so full of emotion--she wasn't sure if it was excitement or nerves--that she didn't think to step out of the pants until Shea told her to.

"What did you do before you came here?" Shea said, trying to soothe her nerves.

"Carpentry. Learned it from my mother."

The tigress nodded. Keeva realized she wasn't wearing any underwear either. The tigress leaned down to pick up her pants, and for a brief second, her muzzle was right at the level of Keeva's groin, inches away from the nest of wiry auburn pubic hair that covered her. The leopardess had never been with a woman, although she had worked out many fantasies in her head over the years, and for a brief second, something told her to spread her legs, to show herself. She resisted, but the warm tingle between her legs signaled her arousal and growing wetness. She heard the tigress take a deep breath in through her nose, inhaling the unsubtle scent of her desire before she put a paw on the leopardess's backside, fingers ever so slightly reaching into the cleft of her rear. She stood back up.

"How old are you, anyway? Never bothered to inquire." Sheva said, throwing the cheap cotton pants into the basket with the rest before she unfolded the dress.

"Twenty."

"Thirty-two." The tigress responded. Keeva couldn't decide if she looked older or younger--the war had added years to many people.

"Here, put your arms up." Her voice was different this time, inflected with a slight growl. It wasn't threatening as much as it was dominant. She lifted her arms, and Shea let the dress fall over her, sticking her arms through the sleeveless straps before Shea had her turn around so she could tie it up. The dress, made of earthy blue-green cotton, would have seemed almost modest if it weren't for the deep cut between her breasts. It fit tight around her chest, pulling up her breasts.

"As expected, you look lovely," Shea said, beaming. The tigress picked up a brush from the dresser behind her and combed through Keeva's light brown hair before re-tying the bun herself. This time, the kiss from her mistress landed on her cheek, and Keeva unconsciously leaned into it, making a sound like a happy kitten as she felt the lips on her fur. She never thought she'd feel like this around someone she had known for less than an hour, but perhaps Shea had that effect on her, and perhaps she had just spent the last four days preparing--and yearning.

"I have a little social thing in a different part of the hall--it's silly, but you're coming with me. You'll meet some people, and there's free tea." Shea said, her hands on Keeva's shoulders. "It'll be a good start to the first day of your new life, I think."

***

The tea wasn't the only thing that was free. Keeva suspected that the room was some kind of royal bathhouse before the war, as hinted at by the panel walls and wood seats built into the floor. A variety of throw pillows and carpets had converted the space into a sort of smoke room. Boyd, nodding curtly, came in and set down a plate of tea, alcohol, smoked fish, and a wood box of something that looked like tea leaves. Aside from Shea, there were four others, some as old as Boyd, some Keeva's age, some men, some women, and a few whose gender she couldn't quite determine. She suspected all were veterans of the war, and a young androgynous snow leopard sitting across from Shea was missing most of the fingers on their right hand.

Keeva shared a soft pillow with Shea, her head resting on her mistress's shoulder as she talked. She had no idea if she should be doing that, but it seemed like the right thing to be doing in her head, and Shea didn't seem to mind. A few of the others shot her jealous glances, and their looks made her swell with pride. Her friends back home always told her that she was too attractive for carpentry. Perhaps they were right.

The bowl of dried leaves wasn't tea at all. The seven-fingered snow leopard emptied the box into a sandstone bowl with charcoal tabs and lit it from their cigarette. As the five of them talked, Keeva hanging over Shea's shoulder, light flowery smoke filled the room. Whatever was burning made her feel slightly buzzed, the knot of tension in her chest slowly unbinding. The rest of them chatted about the war, and democracy, and the coming salmon spawning season. She wasn't sure if she was just exhausted or if it was something in the smoke, but she stopped paying attention. Shea's hand was resting on her hip, and after days of miserable travel across the country, the simple touch felt better than anything.

"Keeva," Shea said after someone else asked what her name was.

The word brought her back to reality. "What?"

"How you taking to Slor so far?" It was the snow leopard.

"Oh, I haven't even been here a day so far, but it sure looks nice from the hill coming into town."

A few of them chuckled. The liquor bottle--Sheeva had no idea what it was, but it was green and smelled strong--was half-empty.

"You seem like you're settling in quite well for someone who hasn't even spent a night here." The snow leopard said.

"Four days on the road will do that to you." She said.

"Shea will do that to you too. She has an effect on people of any gender." A lion nursing a half-empty glass of drink said.

"I can vouch for that from first-hand experience." The snow leopard said. Another round of hearty laughs followed. "Consider yourself lucky. She's a good lay and better endowed than most men."

A few people raised their glasses, and Shea mumbled modestly. Keeva bit her lip, blushing furiously under her fur. "Good to know, I guess."

"We'll have that talk soon enough." The tigress put her paw under Keeva's chin, lifting her head as she looked into the leopardess's eyes. "As rushed as this morning might have been, I do wish that we would have kissed earlier." She said, her voice nearly a whisper.

Even if it wasn't phrased as a request, Keeva understood and pulled an arm around Sheva's shoulder, drawing herself close to her mistress. The tigress's breath smelled like alcohol and wormwood, and when their lips touched, it sent a shiver down Keeva's spine. She mewled weakly as Shea pulled her in close, the tigress using her tongue to spread apart her pet's lips. Keeva gasped as the tigress's tongue filled her mouth, exploring her. She was wet, warm, and tasted like medicinal herbs. Keeva pushed her own tongue along Shea's teeth, matching her intensity. A paw ran down her side, stopping at the low cut in her dress. Shea reached under the fabric, pulling her breast out and gently squeezing from beneath. Someone whistled. The tigress ran a thumb over her nipple, the nub of flesh already hard and poking out from the soft fur of her chest; the sensation elicited a gasp that was lost in Shea's welcoming mouth. She squeezed her legs together, her heart beating so fast she wondered if the tigress could feel it beneath her chest. Against all instinct, the feeling of being so exposed and vulnerable, her naked breast shown to people she didn't even know, filled her with desire. She imagined all of them watching her, looking at her body, all of them _wanting_her. So few times in her life had she felt the desire of another, and now she was drunk on it.

Shea slipped Keeva's breast back into her dress and pulled away from the kiss, her face set in a warm, loving smile. She whispered something in Keeva's ear only she could hear.

"You're a very good kitten, Keeva."

The words made her insides turn over, a little kernel of need blooming deep in her belly. The fur of her crotch must have been soaking wet.

When she sat up and patted herself down, everyone else was watching. There was a sizable bulge between Shea's legs. "That's all the show you folks will get," Shea said, "the rest is for me."

***

Keeva, very flustered, stumbled over herself as Shea opened the door to her room. She lifted one of her legs as if to take off her shoes before realizing she wasn't wearing them.

"Have you smoked before?" Shea said, raising an eyebrow.

"Smoked what?"

"Nevermind," Shea said, beckoning her into the bedroom. "I just worry that I'm taking advantage."

Her bedroom was like the rest of the hall, proud and majestic, but now showy. Large windows let in a sparkling orange-blue sunset, the last rays of light illuminating the crowded wooden bookshelf covering an entire wall.

Keeva sat down on a corner of the bed, which was large enough for four people, and looked at the sunset out the window. "How long were we in there?"

Shea started to undo her robes. "Not that long. This is the north. It'll be well after dark before we eat dinner."

The tigress stripped down to a thin, silky undershirt and her pants. The leopardess felt her breath catch in her throat. She had no idea what direction the night would take. Shea took something out of the bedside drawer and put it in her pocket.

"Mind if I undress you, kitten?" Shea said.

"No," Keeva said, her voice turning back into that nervous squeak.

Shea straddled Keeva's hips, reaching behind her to undo the knot holding the back of her dress together. She pulled the arm straps down, the rest of the outfit falling to the floor. She sat in front of the tigress, completely naked. Shea took the band out of her hair, letting it fall across her bare chest.

"At the risk of repeating myself, you look amazing. There're pornographic oil paintings in the local bathhouse that aren't as alluring as you are." She said with a crooked smile. "I doubt I'm the first person to tell you that, though."

"No." She said, biting her lips as she tried to suppress a grin.

Shea took her under her arms and pulled her onto the middle of the bed, sitting across from her. She took the thing out of her pocket and held it in her hand. "You still seem nervous."

"Yeah." She paused. All the wires in her brain seemed crossed. Arousal, fear, whatever was in that incense burner. "I want this. It's just scary, that's all."

"You'd make a lovely little pet to have by my side, Keeva."

"I know. I want it."

Shea opened her hand, a steel necklace shimmering between her fingers. The steel links were larger than the chains on a normal necklace, as though it was meant to be sturdier and perhaps to never come off. "I take it you read about this from your books?"

Keeva, without being asked, picked it up and put it around her neck. The fit was tight but comfortable. "How does it look?"

"Very nice, kitten." The tigress took a small roll pin out of her other hand and reached behind Keva to take the chain from her, fitting the two ends together and closing the clasp before she pushed the pin into the little lever that opened the last link, permanently locking it.

She ran her hands down Keeva's sides, grasping each of the leopardess's breasts in her paws. She gently pushed her onto her back. "Mine." The tigress pulled off her shirt, finally giving Keeva a good look at her chest. The sight made her beam with desire.

"Yes." Keeva tried to say more, something incredibly filthy from her books, but she was too excited.

"Help me out here." She said. Keeva reached her hands down and undid the buttons on her pants, sliding them down past Shea's buttocks. She was hard and judging by the generous smearing of pre across her tip, she had been for a while. She pressed a paw between Keeva's legs, and the leopard instinctively pushed her hips upward to meet her; after a brief second, two of the tigress's fingers slipped in with ease. Keeva mewled, thrusting into the digits.

"Such a good little kitten, and so needy." She whispered, her voice soft and loving. "I'll need to take care of you." She pulled her hand away, licking her fingers clean before she reached behind her pet to take a pillow from the headboard and put it under the small of Keeva's back, lifting her hips. The leopardess spread her legs, desperate for the hand to return.

"It's been a long time since I've slept with anyone." She said.

"Someone as pretty as you, I'm surprised. Let me guess, a few fumbling teenage experiences before you learned to be a little more discerning?"

She laughed nervously. "Yeah, that sounds about right."

Shea put herself on top of her pet, one hand by her head, the other holding her penis between Keeva's labia. The leopard wrapped her hands around her owner's neck, holding her close as he gyrated her hips over her erection. Shea ran a trail of kisses across her neck and up her cheek. "When was your last period?"

Keeva thought. "It ended right before the trip. Good timing, I figured."

Shea touched her lips to the leopard's and kissed deeply, her tongue more forceful and urgent than when they were in the smoke room. "Good timing indeed." She said after she pulled away. "A fertile, beautiful kitten landing right on my door."

Keeva momentarily tensed up, her ears lowering to her head. "Wait, are you going to pull out?"

Shea kissed her partner's forehead, cradling the leopardess's head in her hands. "No. Don't worry, you'll be a very good brood-cat, I can tell."

"I just never really thought about...that."

"It'll be fine. The priestesses have medicine to take care of everything from morning sickness through birth. Back before the war, the temples took care of children for the nobility. They still do if you ask nicely." She said, her voice soothing and sweet as she ran her lips down the sides of Keeva's muzzle. "Let it happen. It'll feel as natural as can be."

In one smooth motion, Shea lined herself up and thrust forward until the root of her penis pressed against her pet's entrance. Keeva gasped, pleasure washing over her in little shudders; despite the fear and uncertainty and everything that had happened, she couldn't help but break into a smile as she wrapped her arms around the woman who now owned her. Shea's thrusts started slow and deliberate; each time she bottomed out, she would press forward just a little bit more, forcing Keeva's hips upward and eliciting a little moan. The angle and the motion seemed to hit just the right spot somewhere inside her.

"Good girl. Good breeder kitten." She whispered in Keeva's ears as she rutted her. She unwrapped the arms around her back, pinning Keeva's wrists above her head with a single hand. The grip was gentle, but the leopardess could tell she probably wouldn't be able to free her hands even if she wanted to. The other paw fondled her breast, thumb moving across her nipple in slow, circular strokes. Every now and then, she would squeeze, just hard enough to elicit a soft grunt. There was no urgency in her owner's thrusts--each movement was deliberate, slow, and intense, and Keeva could tell from the look on Shea's face that she was concentrating on keeping her own orgasm at bay for as long as she could. Occasionally she would playfully wiggle against Shea's grip on her hands, and in response, Shea would squeeze just a little tighter and pin her to the bed with a bit more force.

The languid, pleasurable rutting couldn't last forever. Pleasure rendered the passage of minutes uncountable, but soon the thrusts became harder and just a little bit faster, each motion pushing Keeva into the bed. The hand on her breast moved up to stop at her collar bone, pinning her in place as the tigress nibbled at her pet's ears. Keeva could only mewl in response, her whole body achingly sensitive as she teetered on the precipice of orgasm.

"You're such a good pet. So wet and warm." Shea whispered. "A good, fertile kitten. A good breeder."

The next thrust hit her at just the right angle, a little orgasm washing over her. Shea snarled as she pushed herself in all the way to the hilt, burying her teeth in Keeva's shoulder, the bite painful enough to make her suck in air through her teeth. She felt the tigress pulse inside her, and for a second, it was all she could think about, and her entire world and everything that had happened collapsed into that sensation, and the knowledge of what Shea was doing to her, something no one had ever done before. The tigress--her owner--was right; it felt perfect, natural, so utterly right that any remaining doubt fled from her mind. This is what she was now, undoubtedly: a pet, a breeding leopardess, filled with the seed of a diligent and caring mistress. For the better part of a minute, Shea didn't move her hips, their bodies pressed together as the tigress emptied herself inside her new pet.

Shea finally pulled her jaws away from Keeva's shoulder and removed her hands from her wrist and chest. The leopardess couldn't command the power of speech, so she pulled the tigress into a hug.

"I was right, wasn't I?" Shea said.

Keeva mumbled and nodded. Shea slowly pulled out, eliciting a squeak from the leopardess, who was frightfully sensitive after the orgasm. Shea was already flaccid, her penis glistening with the product of their bond.

"Keep your hips angled up." She said, adjusting the pillow under Keeva's hips. "It'll help it take." She climbed off of the leopardess and sat next to her, pulling her head onto her lap. Keeva could smell herself all over her owner's crotch, and she figured that was the wettest she had gotten in her life.

"You were so good, my kitten." She said, stroking Keeva's hair. "You did such a good job taking me, pleasing me." Keeva could only blush furiously and bury her head in her hands. "Such a dutiful and obedient leopardess." She leaned down and planted a wet kiss right on her lips. "You're going to be heavy with cubs very soon. I can feel it." Shea put her paw over the lower half of Sheeva's belly.

Keeva finally found the power of speech. "I'm so glad I did this."

Shea chuckled. "I'm glad you did it too. I'm going to get dressed and go downstairs to get some food. I want you to stay lying down like this, alright, kitten?"

"Okay, I will."

Shea gave her a departing kiss before she got up, dressed, and left for the dining hall. Keeva cupped her hands between her legs, feeling her own wetness and heat under her fingers--she didn't want to spill a drop of what her owner had given her. Her Owner. She played that phrase over and over in her head. Owner. It was just like the little paperback books she stole from the library years ago. She started to grind into the palm of her hand, and by the time Shea returned, she had brought herself to orgasm again.

After they ate, Shea took her for a nighttime walk around the outskirts of town, through a little wooded path that ran up the hills where she could see every twinkling light in every house and the moonlight reflecting from the rivers that ran through the town like fingers of a godly hand. Keeva held her head high, showing the chain choker around her neck. She assumed other people knew what it meant, judging by the looks in town, as Shea wrapped her hand around her leopardess's waist. After they got back, Shea rutted her again, this time from behind with Keeva lying on her chest, Shea spreading her cheeks so she could see everything, and after she cleaned every inch of the leopardess's womanhood with her tongue. The next morning she awoke to the feeling of Shea's erection between her legs, and they mated while the late-morning sunrise languidly poured in through the window. Each time, Shea was careful to never pull out and to keep her pet's hips angled up as she came inside her, and after, she would always shower her in soft kisses that ran from her breasts all the way to her ears.

***

Two weeks later, Keeva's period was late. A week later, she told Shea--who was apparently keeping track and had suspected as such--that she was pregnant. That afternoon, Shea retired to bed early and finished herself across Keeva's chest for the first time, patterning her modest breasts with streaks of white semen. It was the first time Shea initiated sex without the express goal of pregnancy. Afterward, she gently turned Keeva over onto her chest, rubbed oil under her tail, and took her anal virginity; she told Keeva to relax, take deep, slow breaths, and then pushed herself in to the hilt as the leopardess exhaled. After a tense few seconds spent with her claws buried in a pillow, her body started to relax, and Shea came inside her. She had been trying to give Keeva a litter for over two weeks, Shea reasoned, and they had to make up for the lost time. By the third night, the experience was not merely comfortable but pleasurable, and she would grind against her hand until she reached orgasm as Shea took her under her tail.

As the long northern winter rambled across short, uncountable days, Keeva's belly started to grow. At first, Shea took her pet's dresses to the tailor, but soon the brooding leopardess was content to lounge around the home in varying states of undress as her breasts grew, nipples chafing painfully on clothes. Shea, true to her word, brought healers from the village temple to manage her bouts of morning sickness and increasingly sensitive stomach.

Shea's desires remained unrelating throughout the months, although she proved increasingly gentle and accommodating. As the snow began to clear with the coming of spring and Keeva grew too exhausted to leave the bed after an afternoon looking to the urges of her mistress, Shea would sit the leopardess on her lap, one hand on her swollen stomach, the other clasped firmly between her legs while they watched the sunset out the large double windows in the bedroom. The position of Shea's hands was possessive yet gentle, and the effect was so disarming that Keeva would often fall asleep in her arms. Despite her fear of the upcoming birth--a fear that sometimes gripped her with paralyzing intensity--the hands on her body and the collar across her neck made her feel beyond the reach of any turmoil or unhappiness. The litter Shea gave her, and the absolute intimacy that she experienced in the wake of her collaring, gave rise to the realization that everything in her life was as it should be, and that no part of her soul was left wanting for anything more.