Hey,

In my ever expanding list of characters at my behest, I felt that one or two more would do. Now, I am a fan of legs, however quite a few of my characters simply don't have them. Tentacles, tails...goop? Here's a new girl then; Kasha, who has four.  royalty fashioned her up, a tigertaur (chakat, whatever) with big paws and a feline compulsion to sit on things. She's quite the bossy sort, and likes to see people feel the strength of her front and hind paws, typically as she smothers them while casually drinking a cup of tea. I imagine her as a step or two below a CEO, perhaps a regional manager of sorts where both good and bad employees come to her and face a day of light stomping and smushing. She'd also use you as a warming cushion.

Below is a little fic, done in the second person style, I almost never use since people will say "but I wouldn't do that" or "my wings get in the way" or "*teleports behind you*". None of that today, just go with it.

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On a mountain hidden beneath swathes of towering bamboo, there lay a single hut. It withstood the winters, the harsh rain, fierce gales without a problem. So hidden, it was, that even finding the path to it was a challenge in its own right. Something of a mystery, its existence was the stuff of fables spoken in the village stationed at the foot of the same mountain.

“I'll be the first to find it.” You had said, venturing off into the bamboo fields that stood several times your own height. In the wind-swept strands of bamboo that looked for all the world like hair from a distance, visibility was quickly blocked in all directions. Your village disappeared in seconds, and for the next few hours you were completely alone.

The sun began to set as exhaustion from scaling the side of a mountain began to set in. The pleasant green light from the bamboo stalks had turned crimson as night fought above for control of the sky. You had to find it before night, before darkness made the infinite maze of bamboo impossible. Already the chill was setting in.

Then, a parting in the stalks. A clearing, from nowhere, almost empty. It would have been nothing to be excited about if the clearing was empty. But, in the middle where the frame was masked by bamboo, there was a hut. Almost hidden, if you weren't desperate you would never have found it. Elation ran through your skin as you stepped near. The door was open, and you entered.

Empty. Not abandoned, but vacant. It seemed as though someone had just stepped outside as you walked in. You had stumbled upon a quaint room; a small stove was burning away in the corner with a teapot seconds away from whistling.
“I was curious when a new one of you would show up.” A voice behind you spoke up. It was feminine and unfamiliar. Instinctively, you spun around towards the speaker, but something heavy shoved against your back. It was strong, and you toppled to the floor.

Thankfully it was soft, a sort of cushiony paper. Hands sprawled, you landed on your front. Before you could pick yourself up or turn over to see who this aggressive figure was, the same heavy weight laid down over your back. It spanned from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, and actively pushed you to the ground if you tried to move.

“Following you was not too difficult. You were quite loud, you were quite easy to corral.” The weight rolled from side to side, pushing down with enough strength to make it difficult to breathe. “The last servant ran away and she was so good at tending to me. I thought I would have to wait a while until the next one arrived. But here you are.”

The weight lifted. You could breathe again. You pushed off the ground with a gasp, and the woman seemed to take advantage of that. Out of the corner of your eye, a black and orange shape moved. It was blurred but those stripes could mean only one thing. Something hooked under your shoulder, and then flipped you over without any sort of effort. You landed with a grunt on your back, before gazing at whomever had been behind you.

Tall was the first thing that came to mind. She looked like she would be at least head and shoulders above you, but that might have been more for the fact that you were sprawled on your back. From head to toe she was covered in orange fur, with black stripes down her back and legs, with a paler white on her bare stomach and undersides. She stepped forwards towards your prone body, on all four of her legs. Four legs belonging to her lower body, shaped like that of a large tiger. She moved silently on four large paws, observing you from up high on a humanoid upper half. A taur.

“Speechless, I know. It is good practise to be quiet in my company. As my new servant your duties will be little to with talking and more with ensuring my day goes smoothly.”
“I’m...not here to be your servant.” You say, backing away from her.
“You’re here for curiosity’s sake.” One large front paw presses down on your chest as she moves closer. Her full weight crushes your torso, distributed across the wide foot that reaches both shoulders. As your hands instinctively reach to push it off, her other front paw lifts and hovers over your face.

“The last servant was all too docile. A feisty one will mean I get to train you too.” The paw came down, warm and soft. Your entire face was hidden, muffled and muted. Her thick toes drummed a beat on your scalp, calmly dominated you. Her paw on your chest controlled whether you could breathe. Even if she allowed it, the thick fur and weightiness stopped any large breaths.

“I’ll knead you into a shape fit for servitude. It might take a while.”

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If you liked that story, and you want your own, then hit me up with a note and I'll get back to you when I can.

Art:  royalty

Story & Character:  solidness

See you all next time!