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The afternoon was warm with very little clouds in the air. The ride back to her new husband's estate took awhile but she rode back alone. Her white fur glistened against her little black dress that hugged her ample breasts, showed her tiny waist with it showing the flare of her hips. Her tiger ear flicked as she heard the brakes being pressed. She was one of the rare ones whose stripes were faint. Once the car came to a stop she stepped out of the car as she saw servants rushing over pulling her trunks out of the the car.

Sighing as she told a young black cat maid she'd wanted her things placed ina a room away from her husband's. It was clear why Lillian was alone and she knew her husband ran off to his mistress's house to screw her. Her long white hair was flowing around her her shoulders as she stood there watching the progress but she felt alone since she was far from home. With her walking to the steps she looked over to one servant who seemed to have gotten her attention. Maybe it was his scent that made her stop in her tracks.
 
There was an overly large bear in the what would pass for his best suit. Untucked, too tight, sewed together where it riched from his arms, and legs, his body more outlined than if the fur was standing at all ends. Infront was an apronned boar, tusks carved with inscriptions for some reason, who threw an arm up in frustration, heading back towards where many barrels and cases of food where being held, where he swore at some woodland creatures. "Hands off or the Master will have you on the Wall!" The moose among them snorted, spitting some of the tobacco that he had swiped to the ground. "You four, don't look so..." The four limber legged stags bolted, their powerful thighs bumping against the leather aprons they wore, blood splattered on two as if from several yeards again.

The sideshows went on as the bear turned to a large bull. "Listen Warren, it doesn't matter how much you detest it, we need that the herds fattened and their udders bloated." The bull snorted at the part about detesting, then gave a flirting look to the other. "Not that I mind Samson, but what got your oats in a vise?" He gave an unprovoked swat at the bear's tightly wrapped package as he acted like they were telling jokes. "If we don't have the milk, then they can't make the cheese, then can't catch the mouse, then than the Big Boss can't catch the cat, so he heads off to Court and stops taking his lays from the townstead, meaning you can't have your drink and watc-" Near drink the bull smacked the bear lightly on the leg. Light for them. A brick in a sock for most. The seams tore a bit and the bear snarled. "Listen here, rump roast, if we don't have everything peeerfuct, then they will stop with the dolphin and peacocks and have your workers be both the dinner and the entertainment, while your prize winning balls will be served as a delicacy to the bride and groom. Got that!?!" Samson bared his teeth while Warren's nostrils flared. A draft horse drove through them as he carried cases of large candles. "In that house that your great-great-great built." Warren looked at the candles being set down. "All the honey in the land and you get whatever is mixed from the wax." "At least I have a place to fall from, you'll never even get a gold ring for your fat snout!" They parted ways, getting back to work, the bear towards the side door, the bull towards the stables. All the blood, sweat, and concentrated testosterone was going nothing to keep the staff calm on this hectitc day.
 
While the two joked in their quarters for the servants Lillian was in her room being helped out of her dress by the black cat.

"My lady, what do you plan to do today?" She asked as she was slender with her looking at her Mistress.

Lillian took the dress as she moved away sighing softly. "I don't know, Brittany. Perhaps explore abit." She said as she hung her dress up and slipped into a tunic with her getting tan britched on with boots up to her knees. The black cat walked over as she helped Lillian braid her hair. "I may go to the stables to see if my husband has taste in horses and stock." She commented as she looked in the mirror seeing the black cat's reflection she wore a tailsmen. She knew the necklace as those who were seen as bad luck had t wear them. "Thank you." she commented to the woman she soon left the large house.

The scent of wood and flowers filled her nose but she walked off to the side where she heard stallions nickering to have their sacs emptied into the finest mares. Lillian's strides were smooth as if she was sent off to charm school to become a lady but she abandoned the thought. With her getting closer to the stables she could hear the men who did the more labored work roaring with laughter from their haven. Laughing oftly as she entered the stables seeing one golden stallion was being lead from the pastures as he had blood on his hooves.

She stood there in shock as the horse reared up then bucked hitting a wolf in his chest that sent him into the bales of hay. Those moments seemed so slow to her as the males went to their friend and the horse got loose heading right at her. Lillian sank her claws into her hand to snap herself out of it but stepped aside when the large beast went by her though she grabbed the lead rope. The power the horse had as he galloped by sweeped her off her feet and she jumed onto his back.

"WHOA!" She pulled hard on that one rope having his head twist to one side. The horse turned in circles, snorting, slamming his hooves in the ground in annoyance. Lillian laid her ears back as she bared her teeth hissing, out of instinct. Shortly the stallion stumbled and fell backwards but Lillian fell with him with her legs tightly wrapped around him and her holding the rope. While on the ground she noticed another stallion being lead off and he was seriously wounded. "Mating season...Got to love it..." she sighed softly. "Can someone get this stud off of me?!" She called otu as her leg under the massive horse was starting to go to sleep.
 
The shouts of anger and frustration continued for a time, but as theor deadline was raised up by the delay of the feast they were begining to relax. Too much, in the case of some. "It's not funny." The laughs didn't die much as one of horsemen who came with the bride told tales about barncats slipping into the royal stables and- You had to be there. "And what about the Nip people talk about?" A kidd asked, far too interested in it for someone of his age. Still, cats would better suit his size than most creatures around there. Like the one riding by th- "Feki!" There was a bit of shouting as a horse got away from it's handlers or- yah, looked like someone was taking a joyride. They watched as it zoomed by. Nice distance. Except for the biter they usually got tackled before passing the rootcellar. "Where's- WARREN!" Samson roared, heading over to the horse. He was beat by Warren, who just charged and brought down another one heading towards the horse above the smaller person, planning for a cheap win. "Only if it's to make some room for me." Warren winked to the cat in the plain clothes, but began to lift the horse off when Samson approached. "Another one?" Samson asked gruffly. "Let's get you to your part of the servant's quarters. Anything broken?"
 
Lillian laid there holding the stallion down until Warren approached. "Thank god.." She muttered softly but her ears perked up as Samson asked if anything is broken. "I'm fine, thank you." Her words were crisp and clear and Brittany, the black cat, ran out in her maid's dress.

"MY LADY!" she rushed to Lillian and checked her over as her hands went over Lillian's back, chest and legs. While Brittany's hands went over Lillian's chest a necklace popped out from under Lillian's tunic showing their master's family crest.

Lillian did wince when Brittany grabbed her inner thigh as it was bruised. "I'm fine, Brittany..." She said as she got to her feet dusting hersself off as she looked to the large males. "I'm your Master's new wife. I'm Lady Lillian." She introduced herself as Brittany went off to chew the stable hands asses out for letting the horse get away from them. "About that comment..." She said looking to Warren smirking. "haven't had the chance to be bedded yet. Though doubt you can keep up." she winked at him as she called for Brittany who rushed to Lillian's side but Lillian limped off though her spirits were high. Shortly she looked over her shoulder looking at Warren and Samson. In her mind they were both cute and what she always looked for in a male. Strong, tall and primal in a sense. Though Brittany yanked Lillian inside to tend to the bruise.
 
"Maybe she stole it?" Warren suggested to Samson, who seemed to be having trouble thinking straight. For starters, he was doing it in his head and not commanding to get what bit of prestige and comfort he could get from the job. It had the desired effect, with Samson shaking his head like a wet dog, eyes opening wide before schooling his face back. "No, the Master just seems to have collared this one wuickly. Seems to believe the marriage part more than the past ones did, so I'd say-" "Same as the other ones?" Warren asked with a leer as he brought the two horses under control, pulling them to the ground while smiling back at the Lady. "Thought he liked the reuse the tags." "Only if they try to escape." Samson nodded grimly, looking back over his shoulders at the limping Lady Lillian. "Looks like one of these is doing to feed the hunting hounds. Any suggestion?" Samson looked over at the storyteller, thinking about how they might blame him for not being at his post with his Mistress's horses. "Let's see if we can find another one to blame. He wouldn't like to lose his racehorse. Considering the Hippo mistress he had in when we started preparing for the arrival..." Warren got a somewhat goofy look on his face. Samson grunted, letting Warren take the lead with his domain. Hopefully to Groundskeeper someday. "I was with you securing the horses, which is why I let the Mistress leave on her own." Warren heard the half question in it and went for the usual 'gentlemen's agreement'. "Yah, think I'll remember that. Also remember how you were having my bring the cats cream tonight. Maids looked like they needed it, heh?" Samson nodded and they continued on their way to reinforce their alibis.

OOC: What should the husband be?
 
OOC: Thinking a slender house cat. Since Lillian is a tiger whose form is of a cat.

Lillian asked Brittany about the two males who helped her. Brittnay shivered at the two.

"Rather bothersome pair...I'd stay away from them if I were you." She said as she applied cold wet craags to the bruises inner thigh.

Lillian winced but looked out the window at the pair working the horses back into order. Sighing as she closed her eyes as she looked at her necklace at her husband's crest. He played the he left the wedding bands at his home where she'd wait for him. Lillian laughed softly at the thought about him expecting her to wait. Once her bruise was treated Lillian slipped into a dress that was hunter green and nearly skin tight on her. After getting dressed she pulled her shoes on and returned outside once more exploring.

While walking in the garden in the back yard she'd look over seeing Warren and Samson talking. She couldn't help imagine either one of the two being her first. Those images made her ache for a male's touch but she believed in her vows and being loyal to even a cheating bastard. After exploring the garden she ventured close to a pen where mares and her foals were grazing. One little white foal snorted at her and slowly ventured to her. Kneeling down as she reached through the railings caressing the foal's cheeks. "Hello there..." she said softly but giggled as it pushed its head into her chest nuzzling her.
 
The pair had parted ways for a while, only meeting back up when it started to dim. The Master seemed to be off doing the usual and the Mistress was apparently stuck bedridden, leaving the food for getting the good impression on. "So, how do you think the two got married?" Warren asked Samson, the two taking some joints of meat, slabs of bread, and jugs of spiced wine and mead with them. "Dowry seems most likely." Samson grunted, tearing off a fist sized hunk of meat as he laid byy Warren on a stone wall near the mare pens. "Doubt he'd go for a brideprice without being able to get a newer model." The bull snorted, undoing his belt and stretching his, a mild ache in his thigh muscles from the usual burden of carrying his arms and torso. "Paw me?" That got the ursine to cough on the meat befor giving him a look. "No." Warren rubbed his muscles, keeping in good spirit. "You didn't mind last time." Then came the denial. "That was only the one tim-" "Eighteen." Stalemate. "Didn't you want to do something about bringing the cats cream?" Samson asked, changing the subject as best as he could. "And shouldn't you be the one with the big house, oppulant rooms, and exotic wife?" The bull teased in return, the seething in the bear's eyes turning to exasperation. "We really have to stop seeing each other."
 
Lillian heard them and ventured closer as her feet carried her quietly closer to hear them speak of her husband. Laughing so the two would hear her. "Arranged...By our fathers on a damn bet. As for newer..you also get dumber." she informed them as her once braided hair was loose around her shoulders. She looked from one to the other seeing they were close.

"Are you two...Lovers?" she asked them as she had to look up at them since they seem to tower over her. She may had tripped onto a sensativee subject but the way Warren went on with asking Samson to do a favor and earlier smacking Samson's sac. She saw the actions in which their joking around got her interested in them.
 
Both got a jolt as they found they had company. Samson's hair begin to stand on ends as he snarled before noticing who it was exactly speaking. He was faced by some some of his embarressment by having Warren pull back spill some wine onto his foot, distracting him before he stomped. "Only sometimes." Samson sputtered and got back to denying it. "I think you milk yourself enough during the day to nod need to resort to sodomy!"

Warren snorted as he drank some of the wine as he pulled down on the back of the bear's overstretched pants, causing them to rip. He dropped to the ground to prevent them from showing off to the Mistress. "You I'll get there eventually my Lord
." Samson closed his eyes and breathed in and out steadily a few times befor answering his Mistress. "After heavy listing like fighting corraling the horses today, some of us get a bit tense and need our muscles kneaded." Warren continued with the same tone he was using before Samson's explanation. "Wait until your birthday..."
 
Lillian did turn her head as Samson struggled to keep his pants up from revealing himself to her but she giggled softly. Once he was concealed she looked over hearing the comment Warren made made her lay her ears back as she blushed. Loooking at Samson's form seeing the tears here and there then looked to Warren.

"Does my..Husband require you to wear suits?" She asked as it was clear she was left with a bad taste in her mouth when she said "husband". Walking to Samson and pulled her skirt up revealing a hidden knife. Once unsheathed she sliced a piece of fabric from her dress then stepped closer with the knife in her mouth. Reaching around him as she fashioned a belt for him to help hold up his remaining pants. Pulling her knife away as she looked to Warren. "I hope I get the same treatment when my birthday comes around." she winked at the men as she didn't want to be playful as she did hope it would happen.
 
What have you gotten us into, you overgrown cow? Samson kept the thought running through his mind and continued the cold glare. When Warren opted not to go the talking, he went ahead and did it himself."We like to look as best as we can, especially when he trying to impress a guest." And then the sage of the great outdoors came to bring us his wisdom. "It's tearing up because he's been laying it heavy on the honeyed pigletts." The bear didn't rise to the bait, so the bull went on with what he had hoped he'd blurt out. "His larger one got a bit damaged a year or so back. He wanted to one-up the tomcat in the fancy bedroom by his favorite mistress until there was no doubt she was only faking it for the Lord of the Manor. On his pillow, too." All he got was his friend's stoney face, likely planning on how to get a job a few counties away, leaving the bull to do the sucking up to nobs for him. "Your birthday wasn't in the past months since the engagement, was it? I'd be forced to make up for forgetting your gift." Samson might have replied, if not for the issue of the tigeress having had her arms streetched around his waist, bosom rubbing his crotch. He spent the time willing himself down, as he a belt would do little good if the front stitches went undone. The stoney face was taking some work to maintain.
 
She smiled as she tied the belt tightly around Samson's waist as she felt something grow hard at her breasts but her finger tips moved over his fur. "Please stop wearing suits.." She said as she looked up at Samson but caught herself. "Wear something more suited for working." She didn't want Warren running around naked or did she? Smiling at the thought as she atted Samson's chest with her stepping away from him.

"Hush." She swatted Warren in hopes to get him to stop teasing Samson. "My birthday is at the end of this week. I'll be 25. I also know my husband has several mistresses. Doesn't bother me since he won't be bedding me."
 
'Not your wife, not your wife...' Samson wasn't about to correct how he worked around the manor, especially with the fingers on his furs acting like the other mistresses did with the ma- She was patting him? 'That's... Degrading.' "If you were found 'spoiled' the Master could have you thrown out." Warren tore off some more bread, acting casual though eager to try his hand at an upper class lady. "Not as if you could blame the horse on tearing her hymen." The bear shot it down right away. "I think they could tell the difference between a tear inside and you. Big difference." The small tidbit of dirty talk was enough to leave Warren content. "He's right. Besides." A Sidelong glance to his partner. "Need to save up for your birthday."
 
Smirking as she stepped between the men as if sizing them up for the end of the week. "Who says I wanted you?" She asked as her tail moved up the side of Samson's thigh then flicked the tip of her tail at Warren. "Besides my choice on who I want to take to my bed. If he gets to have fun why shouldn't I... Also how can you screw a man like him. I prefer men like you two." She shrugged her shoulders as she displayed she understood how some men worked while others confused her like Samson. She was the youngest in her four siblings and she was the only female among them.

"Where do you two work mainly?" She looked at them as she knew it was getting late and this day had been rather long. though she was thinking of asking either one of themm to come around more often or hang close to their work areas to know the other servants. She knew who actually ran the estate and didn't dare piss them off.
 
Samson looked away as Warren looked at him during the birthday comment, responding in a way to balance his loyalty to the job with the desire to cuckold the tomcat and to sleep in his bed while he was away. "You could simply be enjoying our company. Or want to sleep next to us. It doesn't mean that you want us inside you- r." He cut off the Freudian slip before he started getting graphic. "I deal with incoming supplies and some of the household ledgers." Warren stood up while Samson spoke, making sure to retie his belt as he towered over the Mistress. "And help with showing the horses sometimes. Same with the faulty windmill, when you aren't too proud to come down from the Manse. I take care of the herds, dairy production, wool, breeding, most things involving animals outside the forest. Not including what happens when it's time to butcher." 'Some fine roast ham.'Samson gave a rather inappropriate licking of his chops while drooling a bit. These were the sorts of reasnos why he took his freetime away from the aristocrats.
 
Nodding as she looked to the side seeing one horse was dead. She knew it was from competing to mate in the pasture. "Sad that horse took a beating in the pastures just to mate." looking to the men she smiled softly to them. "I'm heading to bed. It was nice to actually talk to you two..." she said as she waved to them. With Samson looking away not taking advantage of her when she was standing so close to him. Warren seemed to eager to tend to her sexual desires.

Walking away from the two as she slipped to the mansion but she managed to dodge all of he house servants and get to her room. She noticed her curtains were opened and facing out over the gardens and the mare's pen. With the lights on she slipped out of her dress and tossed it aside to be made into something else. Once she was naked she stretched her arms above her head as she bent backwards stretching her back which made her moan in relief.
 
A brushlike tail swatted the area Samson was trying ignore, finally getting his attention after a few sounds from his friend were left without a response. "You're ignoring me." The bear looked flustered and more than a bit tired. "Sorry, it's been a long day and I feel like getting to sleep will take even longer. Maybe not tired enough? What where you saying?" The bull unbuttoned his shirt, the horns leaving no chance for any other sort. "I was saying, what do you think? Besides about what makes her tail so special, besides being thick. Though not as thick a-" Again, he was cut off. "I don't know. Still no idea why she married the Master and what either of them got out of it. I wouldn't want to get in the crossfires of some of the feline aristocracy. I mmmm!"

After a short powerplay Warren broke off the kiss, leaving Samson flustered enough to not stop the removal of his shirt. "Sure you don't want to take your chance for cream with the maid?" A deep chuckle came from the bull's throat. "Nah, you said you weren't tired enough to sleep. And what are friends for?" He proceeded to turn the oral contact into a challenge, and moved onto pushing each other's bodies around as well to gain dominance. After wrestling for a bit longer they lay on their backs panting, sleeping until daybreak
 
When dawn broke Lillian was dressed in plain clothing and running through the woods nearby. This was her own way of getting to work off the stress thats been pent up. Her husband came home and never said a word then left this morning. She had nothing to gain from this arrangement. Their fathers were friends and her father needed money so when he couldn' pay the loan off she was promised in marriage.

After her little run she found a creek that seemed so peaceful. The idea of a swim was to promising as she stripped downto her birthday suit and jumped into the water. Unable to contain her shock on how cold it was as she cried out into the calm air. Smiling as her faint tiger stripes were unnoticable when dry but when she got wet they were noticeable.
 
"Stop prodding me, I'm already awake." Samson pushed his back against Warren who- "Hands off." Warren huffed as Samson removed his hoof from his morning wood. "It's time to work, you compost pile, so get yourself cleaned an-" "Don't try and put it off on me Samson, you worked up the bigger sweat last night." Samson would have continued but it was light enough at that point to realize that they were sleeping on the dead horse that somehow had gotten in the area near the mares. "Yah, probably should get washed up later. Around lunch if you're free and it's sunny?" Warren agreed and they went on their seperate ways, towards and away from the manse.
 
Once her swim she got dried off and dressed. Walking back to the manor she noticed the dead horse was still there. Walking inside she could smell breakfast cooking. Smiling as she grabbed her plate and moved sitting outside in the garden.

One of the maids who was helping out smelled Samson or Warren who wasn't far off. "Ok whoever that is...Go get a bath first!"

Lillian heard the shouting and began to laugh softly as she looked down. Silently she ate her eggs with her sipping the fresh orange juice. Looking out the walls she was lost in her own thoughts.
 
Samson had managed to get some clothes, not as high quality as the last ones but big enough to fit in, then got to work seeing if the piping for the Master's bath was arriving in good order. He might just scrap it now or put it in one of the more up-to-date houses like for his mistresses. The bear munched on a cooked potato, partially hollowed out and filled with minced rabbit, mushrooms, grilled tomato, and a fried egg. Getting to the kitchen early had it's advantages. He measured a few of the pipes that had arrived for show, trying to imagine which balls they would need to go through.

Warren made do with some of the leftover food from his cut-short picnic, setting them aside when he got to the cows, udders full and ready. Still apparently needed to find a way to get even more milk out of them. Well, still a chance to try and get in good with the Lady's servants when they finally arrived. Maybe they already did. He didn't tend to wander around the mainhouse.
 
Lillian finished as she moved inside then slowly went to her room. Not thinking what to do as she went to her bed hearing the deliveries and such going on downstairs. Walking to the window as she opened her windows looking out over the lands.

"Who knew the rich were so miserible..." she said as she sat down with her closing her eyes for a moment. Unable to sit still as she moved downstairs then back to the stables. There she ordered the golden stallion to be saddled up.

"My lady..." one black dog whimepered.

"DO IT!" She said as she was frusterated now with her feeling the need to do something. The stable hands moved getting the golden stallion saddled up and she was up in the the saddle handling the rough steed. The massive beast pranced out with her on his back.

Brittany noticed Warren sticking around. "Warren, do you think you could go help the girls bring in the milk from the barn?" She said as she was behind him as she was the Lady's Servant.
 
Warren was moving around the kitchen at this time, gathering up what buckets and empty canisters he could find. "Got these cleaned?" The goose with him shook it's head, the long neck a site to see. "Busy yesterday, could hardly get out the door with everything coming in. I think some of the milk tin drums were crushed in." Warren moved aside the tables off to the side were cleared, allowing the kitchen to be the improptu tavern for the servants it usually was. "Going to need to find some people to drink a lot more then or get a blacksmith to hammer things out." He heard something, but it was too high pitched for most things around here, even the rooster. Had a bit of a roar to it. He turned to see Brittany heading from wherever it came. If whatever it was that caused the sound didn't manage bother a maid it probably wasn't anything for him to get worked up over. "We're going to have to wait for a bit. More cheeses." Well, might as well have fun. With someone besides his girls. "I'll see if they have enough containers for a few trips. Now, y want to come and get some cream fresh from the tap?"

OOC: Turning in for the night. Talk tomorrow, if you're free.
 
OOC: Night

Brittany smirked at Warren and shook her head. "Screw you? Done that once." she said as she walked to the window seeing their mistress riding the golden horse. Smiling as she looked to Warren. "Hows Samson doing on not getting any action from a woman?" She looked over at him and nodded too their Mistress who was riding around in leisure.

"I think she needs a good fuck from someone before you get ahold of her." She smirked as she walked away from him but she ran her hand over his balls and cock.
 
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