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On the night the Prince came, Felix took a back hall to the reserved room. The Prince had wanted this to be private, and he’d probably come in the back way. Also, none of the whores would be wearing clothes since they were supposed to be acting like pets, and they didn't usually walk around the whorehouse completely naked. Felix had to take off one of the fake paws to turn the doorknob.
“Wait for me!” One of the other guys came running down the hall. “Do you like my mask?”
Felix raised an eyebrow at the hideous brown dog mask that covered most of his face except for his mouth. “Are you trying to scare off the Prince because that's kind of ugly?"
“You’re just saying that because you’re a cat now.”
“Pfft. He might not like that.”
"Tab said he'll likely take a cat, but I'd rather be a puppy if I'm going to dress up."
Felix knew the Prince wouldn’t take him once he entered and saw one of the other whores. Oliver must have gone shopping since he had a diamond bell collar, and the matching red lead had more studded along the length. He’d dangled little gold chains from his nipple piercings, and his red tail was big and fluffy. Tab or someone must have helped him since he’d already locked his paws on. A gag with a red leather ball was also strapped into his mouth.
Even though he was nearly thirty-five, he was usually pretty popular with his gold curls and enormous blue eyes. Some of the other whores joked that Oliver only had to get on his knees, look up with his huge eyes, and any customer would be ready to empty their coin purse for him right there.
Felix might as well give up now that he'd seen Oliver. The fake paws he’d gotten out of the storage room in the back were pink, and they weren’t as bright or new. His collar was black leather with a bell, but it didn’t have any diamonds, and he hadn’t thought to bring a lead. The plug tail he'd put in his ass was black too, and it wasn't as fluffy or new-looking.
Felix had brown hair, and while his eyes were blue, he could never quite seem to get the same look on his face like Oliver even though he’d practiced in his looking glass.
He suppressed a sigh as the whore with the dog mask got on the floor and lolloped over to Oliver who took a fake swipe at him with his paw. Felix sat on a low stool to put his paw back on which took a little effort. They fully encased his hands, made his fingers useless, and were flat on the top and bottom. The toe beans were stitched on the bottom in paler cloth.
One of the whores on the couch lifted a leg up in the air. “Should I lick my own ass or is that taking the animal thing too far?”
“You couldn’t even reach it,” one said as Tab bustled in with his pet following.
“No pets on the furniture. Remember?”
“He’s not here yet, and I'm not in character at the moment.”
“I don’t care," said Tab. "Get down.”
Tab’s pleasure slave had a blue horsetail plug up his ass tonight, and a bit gag kept him quiet, but he’d left off the fake hooves. He went to sit off to the side.
A table by the couch already had wine and snacks. The armchairs had been pushed back, and Tab had tossed around a few toys. Felix had never done cat play and was sure he’d look stupid while swatting at a bell ball or attacking a stick with strings or feathers.
Especially with Oliver already practicing as he smacked at a ball while looking like a perfect pet. He batted it toward Felix who knocked it back. The dog whore with the mask attacked it, grabbed it with his teeth, and shook it as he growled.
“Dumb dog,” said one.
He dropped the toy. “Say that to my face!”
“I will if you take off the damn mask. Why didn’t you just do dog ears like me or a hood mask? That thing you got on is ugly.”
“Everybody be quiet,” snapped Tab. “He’ll be here in a couple of minutes. Felix, get off the stool. Remember, act like whatever you picked, and try to relax. He wants to see how you do. Play with each other, but no fighting. You're not actually animals.”
Tab had said the Prince would probably take a kitten, but a pup wasn't out of the question, so the whores who’d agreed to be “adopted" for a bit should pick what they preferred. Someone might be more comfortable as a cat and not a puppy. Forcing it wouldn’t work.
Felix felt like he was forcing it as he waited closer to the door on his knees and tried to sit like a cat. Grandma would have a stroke if she saw him right now and knew what he did for a living.
Tab left and returned after a few minutes to open the door for Prince Rainier. Felix had only seen him at a distance a few times. He wasn’t dressed overly fancy, but his knee-length black coat probably cost several months wages for the average commoner. The turned-back sleeves were silk, and his cloak and trousers were black too.
He’d heard the Queen was a massive prude. Maybe Prince Rainier didn’t want her finding out he’d come here for this, and that’s why he’d picked dark colors to go out in.
The other whores came a bit closer although they hesitated. Felix was suddenly a little embarrassed to be meeting the Crown Prince with a plug up his ass despite the sexual freedom of this realm.
Prince Rainier first looked at Felix who hadn’t expected to see a slight tightness around his eyes and mouth. Oliver came right up with an expression of pure adoration and didn’t hesitate to rub himself on the Prince’s legs just like a cat.
