Summoned Again?

No matter what world I was on, what the goods were or who I was with, shopping was still shopping. Even our guide had gotten into the act as the four cats excitedly chittered over something that caught their eye. They all got new bags at the tannery for their things. The quality was much higher than the ones they had. The shearer had several lambs, actual teenagers in fact, having their wool sheared off. One of them shivered with pleasure as she was shaved, soaking through her underwear.

I had to leave because I had gotten an erection from seeing it. I also didn't want to keep staring. I mean, it was okay in their society to look, especially with her being out on display like that; but, I felt guilty that anyone looking at her would know that she was getting off by being treated roughly and clean shaven. She was old enough by their laws to mate and have children, which was why she was being shaved. I just knew that it wasn't something an outsider like myself should be seeing.

Plus, her perky white breasts, all six of them a perfect hand size, had large pink nipples and were kind of driving me crazy. I wanted to suck on all of them, just too see if it was that much different than normal breasts. My eyes had immediately gone to our guide and her pretty much human form.

“Yes, I have them.” She said as we walked to the next approved building, a clothing store. “Mine aren't quite so prominent, nor are they as useful.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“I cannot have children. They won't grow or produce milk, making them superfluous.” She responded.

I opened my mouth to say that there were several other things that could be done with them, the first of which was attracting males, then we entered the clothing store and I was distracted. Even the badgers were excited by the wares they carried. We spent a good half an hour picking through everything. I bought several outfits for the cats and they put them into their new bags while happily purring.

We moved on to a footwear building and I decided to not ask what kind of leather it was. The best part was that they had custom boot makers there. They were actually excited about making boots designed for the cat people and examined their feet. After another half an hour of measurements, discussions about functionality and wear and tear, it took them half an hour to make a pair of boots that would allow better traction and the deployment of claws when fighting.

One pair of boots cost the same as all of the outfits and the bags I had bought earlier. I paid without question and ordered three more to be made immediately. Now that they knew it worked, they easily copied the original pattern and made three more pairs.

“Where can we buy an outfit like yours?” I asked the Freemartin.

“You cannot.” She said and didn't volunteer anything else.

“Is it something only you can wear or...”

“My mother made it for me.” She said. “She won't make another for anyone but me.”

I didn't ask any more questions and she brought us to the face covering place. Once again, the cat women were purring and making pleasure noises as they tried all the different fabrics and felt everything. They adored the patterns and designs that would make them stand out. It took them a while to decide what ones they wanted and brought over one each for me to buy for them.

“You're not limited to one.” I said and they let out chitters and purrs, gave me quick hugs, then went back to shopping.

“You are spoiling them.” The Freemartin said.

“A little.” I said and watched the four cats excitedly choose several more face coverings each. “I assume you have a great leather worker around here somewhere... besides your mother, that is.”

She nodded. “You will be buying new leathers for all four of them?”

“I think so. I want them all to be comfortable and protected, while not losing the ability to move.”

“You are not just looking for aesthetics?” She asked, surprised.

“If I did, I'd be begging you to take me to see your mother.” I said and reached out and rubbed my armored hand over her sleeve. “I really do like the look of your outfit.”

I couldn't tell what kind of look she was giving me, just that she was. I stopped rubbing her arm and waited for the cats to finish. I bought whatever they brought over and they carefully put them into their bags. The badgers bought several of them, too. They had only chosen one at first, then copied the cats when I said they could have more than one.

The Freemartin led us to a leather worker and the four cats vibrated at the sets of full leather garb available.

“This time I am going to limit you to one each.” I said and the four of them turned to look at me.

“We can have one?!?” My favorite asked.

“Like I told the Freemartin, I want you protected and still able to move, so your current cloth outfits are sorely lacking.”

My favorite walked right over to me and rested her forehead against my helm. “I want to see your face tonight when you take me again.”

A hush fell over everyone at her words.

“You know I'm not one of you.” I whispered.

“Yes, and I want to see you.” She said with a growl and a purr.

“I'll have to tie your hands so you can't rip me apart.” I said and she put her arms around me and purred louder. I didn't mean that as a turn on. I thought with a little bit of surprise as her purr went down my spine and my erection came back.

“I look forward to it.” She whispered and went over to the closest leather armor outfit. “I need fittings!”

“Yes, miss.” A well dressed figure said and came over to her, her face covered just like everyone else. She took the outfit from where it hung and led the cat woman into the back. The other three also chose nice armor and were led to the back by other attendants.

“Are you sure you would rather metal armor to leather?” I asked the Freemartin.

“I could challenge the Tup for leadership of the settlement if I had armor.”

I chuckled and she turned to look at me. “Are you sure that's all you'd need?” I asked. I still couldn't see her expression; but, I could tell it was full of consternation. “If he's who I think he is, metal armor alone isn't going to let you win.”

The Freemartin sighed. “I just want to change our society so that others like me can be left alone and still stay with the herd without having to fight for dominance.”

“I understand.” I said and I felt her eyes bore into me. “Yes, really. Where I come from, there are others that are similar to you and they fight for a place of their own as well, while still wanting to stay with the rest of society.”

“Being separate and together is a very difficult balance to achieve.” The Freemartin said.

“The problem is that they all see you as separate. Being accepted and changing people's minds is the difficult part.” I said and she didn't say anything in response.

We both stood there and waited while the four cat women were fitted with dark leather armors. They came out and I had to admit that they looked extremely deadly, especially with the new hooded cloaks and the fancy face coverings. The swords and daggers on their hips seemed superfluous.

“Damn, you look sexy.” I said as they sashayed around in front of me.

“Have I made you hard?” One of them asked and her pawed hand touched the crotch of my armor.

“You can't feel anything that way.” I chuckled. “You'll have to wait until later.”

She purred in response and walked over to the others.

“Would you like to pay now?” A very short female sheep asked me.

“Can I ask how old you are first?” I knelt and held a hand out to her.

“I'll be having my eighth turn in a few days.” She said and took the hand, then she didn't know what to do with it.

I couldn't see her face, just as she couldn't see mine; but, I imagined that she was very cute and shook her hand. “How about I give you a little treat to eat and then you can lead me over to the counter to pay?”

“OKAY!” She yelled and everyone in the store laughed, even the Freemartin.

I took out the partially eaten bag of potato chips I had stored and opened it up for her. Everyone in the store froze at the sight of the crinkly bag and I took out a large potato chip for her. “It's a sliced potato that's been cooked, so you don't have to worry that it might have meat in it.”

The sheep girl very slowly reached for it.

“It's brittle, so it might break. It tastes really good even when broken, though.” I said and she took it. “I sometimes crush them to make them easier to eat, too.”

She stared at it and didn't know what to do.

I chuckled. “Here.” I gave her the bag to hold in her other hand. “Take me over to the counter and you can go in the back to take off your face covering and eat them.”

She nodded and walked me over to the counter. We all stood there and watched her go into the back. After a moment, a startled bleat was heard and then loud crunching sounds.

“I'd say she likes it.” I said to the being behind the counter. “How much?”

She stuttered as she said the price and I was sure that if she was showing her face, it would be flushed red.

She must think that buying four sets of leather armor is expensive. I thought and easily paid the fee with the money I had gathered as loot. She stared at the pile of money on the counter as if she didn't know what to do with it all. I chuckled and waved at the cat women to leave and just as the Freemartin and I went to the door, the little sheep girl came out with the chip bag. The others gasped, because her face was still uncovered.

I knelt down and she stopped in front of me. I was right. She's damn cute. I thought and looked at her white face and plump rosy cheeks. Her hair wasn't hair at all and was just a mass of cottony fluffiness on the top of her head. She had a human nose, even though the bottom of it was slightly rounded and black. Her lips were covered in salt and chip crumbs and her ears flicked around as if listening constantly for threats around her.

“Do... do you... have any more?” She asked, her whole face going red in embarrassment.

“Well, I'm not really supposed to show people what I can do.” I whispered to her. “But, you're just too cute to say no to.”

The one behind the counter gasped again.

“Watch.” I said and did some fancy hand waving, then stuck my hand out to make a whole pallet of boxes of potato chips appear. The attendants let out yells of surprise and froze still, then fainted. I held in my laugh and looked at the little girl. She didn't freeze or faint and stared at the bags and bags of delicious food and drooled. I reached into the opening I had made to get that bag out and pulled out another one.

“Try to take your time with this one, all right?” I said and gave it to her.

She took it reverently and then had a look of confusion on her face.

“It opens like this.” I said and pulled on the top. The bag opened and she took in a deep breath through her nose. She shivered, took another deep breath, then shivered again. I think I just discovered a highly addictive drug for sheep. I thought with a chuckle. Potato chips!

The attendants recovered when there were no more frightening things happening and stood up.

“Most people eat them one at a time, and sometimes they share them with friends and family.” I said and she looked at me and then at the one behind the counter. “It's all right. That one's yours. I'll give them their own.”

The little lamb nodded her head and took out a chip, then ate it with a dozen tiny bites, as if she was chewing on thick grass.

No wonder her lips are covered in crumbs. I thought with a laugh and pet her head. “Go on out back, in case anyone else comes in and sees.”

“Okay.” She said an started walking away. She stopped and came back to me and hugged me. “Thanks, metal man.”

“You're quite welcome, Little Lamb.” I said and she let me go and went into the back room. I grabbed enough bags of chips for everyone and walked over to the counter. “I'm sorry for scaring you with my trick.” I said and opened each bag and gave it to them. Every one of them did the same thing as the child and took in deep breaths through their noses. “Enjoy.” I said and walked away. They didn't even notice that the huge pallet was no longer there in the middle of their store.