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Tristano had many fears; he had a fear of spiders, a fear of people (sometimes), but the worst fear he had was probably his fear of heights; he'd had it since he was a cub, and it never went away, it seems. This was a large and quite prominent problem for Tristano since his family loved to throw galas and other gatherings on their private airship, and to say Tristano had a rough time of it would be grossly underselling how he felt at this moment in time. Aboard an airship, several thousand feet above Elhiem, he wants to die with every single fiber of his being. He could feel the fur on his body rise and the skin beneath it crawl as he held onto the nearest railing for dear life, trying not to look down as he hurled his lunch into the abyss of the sea below them.

"Still vomiting?" Tristano heard a familiar voice speak; her voice was feminine and grating to his ears. Turning around, he saw clad in a lilac and sapphire dress was his younger sister Agostina, her hands on her hips as she looked on at her older brother with disdain and dissepiment that only came from seeing someone who you're supposed to respect looking worse than a wretch. If Tristano could talk, he'd tell her to jump off the airship and join the fish below, but his mouth was currently occupied with sending the contents of his stomach into the ocean. The younger feline pinched the bridge of her nose, then handed him a bottle. It was an antiemetic that the family's apothecary made for him in bulk for such occasions. "Take this; Father wants you out into the main hall in five minutes so we can properly greet the others." Agostina said as she left. Tristano didn't say anything as he grabbed the bottle between his teeth and downed it in one gulp.

A few moments later, Tristano's stomach was feeling much better. Standing up on shaky legs, the feline wobbled his way to the main hall of the airship. His family's private airship 'Prosperity' was a very large vessel; even by airship standards, it was practically a flying mansion with 30 bedrooms, 40 bathrooms, two grand libraries, two sunrooms, one tennis court, a fully stocked kitchen, and a grand ballroom, all on one ship. It lived up to its name, that's for sure; the thing even had a dock for smaller airships to attach to, and that's how most of the guests who were attending his family's gala were arriving. He was lucky that the guests hadn't all been introduced; it would be rather unbecoming if the eldest son of Prince Antonio Di Grazia was not present when the guest introductions took place. Tristano had made it into the ballroom, where his other family was waiting for him.

"Good on you to join us, son." Tristano's father said that Antonio Di Grazia was a portly ratfolk; most of the ratfolk that Tristano knew were at least as lithe and rather thin; even members of the nobility preferred to be rather skinny. His father, though, was a much larger man than most of his contemporaries, even among the Vernia Principalities. This was in complete contrast to his mother, who was as skinny as a beanpole and seemed to be rather lithe; his mother was a catfolk like him and his sisters, but he'd seen his mother when she was much portlier, especially after the birth of his youngest brother Macario, who was currently at their main home being looked at by their nursemaid. Tristano gave his father a dirty look; he hated these galas, but his father was one of many princes and princesses who ran Vernia; he had an image to maintain, even if half of the people who were coming would sooner stab him in the back, both metaphorically and literally. His father didn't either care about his look of pure anger or didn't notice it. Either way, the older ratfolk motioned for their family's crier to begin the introduction of the guests who were waiting outside the grand hall.

One after another, various ratfolk and catfolk were introduced with grand and often, in Tristano's opinion, exaggerated titles Prince Such and Such of one province or another. He hated most of them for one reason or another, most personal in some fashion, others because they tried to have his father or him killed: his father had many friends and just as many enemies amongst this den of rats and lions.

"Introducing Princess Sabrina Ferlito, First of Her Name, Heroine of the Third Battle of Montarine," the crier said aloud as a woman descended the grand staircase of the ballroom. Tristano's eyes caught sight of her, and to say he was taken aback would be doing a disservice to how he saw this woman at this very moment. Dripped in a sapphire dress that accentuated her figure, her muscles were on full display as the dress was sleeveless and showed off her arms, which were large; the dress also did not hide her curves, which were as fluid as water is; but most of all, she was huge, both in size and stature, standing well above all the other rats and cats in the room. Tristano felt a lump form in his throat at the sight of her, and he spoke up to his father for the first time in the evening.

"Father, who is that woman?" Tristano asked, and the older rat thought for a moment, trying to recall who Sabrina was from his extensive catalog of people who he knew from all around Vernia. The older rat then spoke up.

"Ah her, she's a former mercenary captain turned princess who carved her own little kingdom out of the East Province of Zoro." His father said, Tristano looked at Princess Sabrina again. He thought of the best way to approach the princess. Tristano was many things, but a ladies' man was almost assuredly not one of them. Then his mind went to his only 'in' with women in the area, his sister. He walked up to his sister Agostina and asked her to help him make an introduction to the princess. His sister gave him a wry look but agreed, seeing as her brother was, as she put it, 'a fish out of water when it came to women' (his sister had a way of cutting him deeper than any damn blade probably could). His sister did what she did best and walked up to Sabrina, him in toe.

"Good evening, Lady Sabrina," Agostina said as she curtseyed towards the taller feline Sabrina. "Lovely event my family has thrown, haven't we?" Agostina asked, and the feline nodded. Tristano didn't realize just how tall Sabrina was until he was close to her; she absolutely towered over him. He was short, especially by catfolk standards, but Sabrina? She was a mountain of a woman--a beautiful mountain at that.

"It is good so far, though too full of old annoying idiots," Sabrina said as she grabbed a champagne flute off a nearby servant's saucer. "But I guess it's better than going to another strategy meeting with my uncle." Sabrina said that as she took a sip of the champagne, she then noticed Tristano, who felt that same lump in his throat grow larger.

"This is my brother, heir to the Di Grazia family," Antonia said as she pushed Tristano to the forefront and before the larger feline. Tristano looked like a deer caught between a group of hunters. Sabrian seems woefully unimpressed by the heir to the Di Grazia family, which wasn't too hard to see why. Tristano was best described as a wet noodle in terms of muscle mass, and he was 4'9 on an exceptionally good day (this was not one of them).

"U-Uh hi," Tristano said, trying to not seem like he was a fish out of water (which he was). Sabrina gave Tristano a wry look as she sipped her champagne. "Enjoying the gala?" Tristano asked, trying to make small talk with the princess, and the young prince was hoping that she wouldn't leave before he got a chance to speak to her in any capacity.

"It's fine, though it could take longer to be livelier. I think a duo or two would liven things up." Sabrina said as she looked at all the guests gathered that most of them were not of the age to do such a thing, so she would have to find some other way to entertain herself. Then a devious, almost predatory smile flashed across the felines face, and Tristano didn't know if he was going to like what came next. She downed the rest of her drink and grabbed Tristano, who let out a yelp as he was dragged to D'argento knows where. They eventually found the tennis court. Tristano didn't know why his father had insisted on building this thing inside an airship; he knew his father and mother played it quite a lot. Still, this seemed like a waste of space inside an airship. It was a large court with several nets in neat rows, and several rackets were held on racks, with their balls in the same racks.

"Now let's see, how about me and you play a little game?" Sabrina said as she grabbed a racket and a ball and handed another to Tristano, which he managed to catch. She bounced the ball in her hand a few times and took up position at the far end of the court. "Tell me, how good are you at tennis?" Sabrina asked. Tristano shook his head, and he had a bad feeling that this was going to go in a way he didn't like. The other feline smiled as she served. Despite the fact she was wearing a long, flowing dress that would normally preclude such physical movement, she was able to jump a considerable height. Tristano, blindsided by this whole ordeal, had the yellow ball fly right past him and hit the other side of the court.

"Love, 15." Sabrina spoke with the kind of confidence that only came from someone of her stature, beauty, and ability. That lump in Tristano's throat grew larger as he went to retrieve the ball. Taking a deep breath, he tried his best to give a good serve. His serve was a little weak, but not as bad as he figured. This serve was quickly countered by Sabrina, and Tristano did his best to keep up with the woman, but she was apparently a beast at tennis, even again with a dress that would have made this kind of activity seemingly impossible. She kept up with him, or rather he kept up with her as she sent back every weak reply he gave. Soon Sabrina had scored the requisite 40 points, and he'd only managed to stay in the game by the seat of his teeth with a 15 that Tristano was almost certain that Sabrina gave him out of pity.

"Hmm, how about we make this more interesting? For each score, the loser discards some clothing." Sabrina said with a sly look on her face. Tristano swallowed, knowing he was probably going to be almost buck-naked in a few minutes if he didn't put his A-game on. She was next to serve, and she did so with gusto, and Tristano almost didn't return the serve, but managed to keep his composure, and soon the rapport of the ball began to ring out in the empty tennis court. Bop, bop, bop, it flew and rang out as the two seemed for once evenly matched, though Tristano's ability to keep up with Sabrina's strength was fast approaching its end. Then, with a misstep, his racket missed the tennis ball, and it flew past him, hitting once and then twice into the wall, marking 15 Love.

"Oh, too bad. Hmm, what shall you discard?" Sabrina spoke, inspecting the quiet, scrawny frame that belonged to Tristano. He could feel her eyes undressing him with each passing moment, and he swallowed as the lump in his throat got bigger. She then smiled and said, "Your shirt." She said with a purr. Tristano nodded and unbuttoned his shirt; he was wearing a white undershirt under his larger vest.

"All of it." She corrected, and Tristano took a deep breath as he took off all of his shirt. He wasn't muscular by any stretch of the imagination, nor was he fat; his frame was wiry, and he looked more akin to a rather scrawny teenager on the cusp of manhood, even though he was in his early thirties and was long past that. Sabrina seemed to not mind as she licked her lips with a predatory grin. The next round began, and he tried his best to keep up with Sabrina's athleticism. This was a lot more difficult than it would appear. Sabrina was like a force of nature when it came to her abilities; he wanted her to at least lose some of her clothes, even if in the end he ended up naked. Sabrina had given him one more powerful return, and Tristano, with as much strength as he could muster, sent the ball over Sabrina's head, and it landed behind her, signaling that they were tied for points now at 15-15 love each. Sabrina smiled as she waited for Tristano to give her the order to strip.

"Well, I lost that round, so what shall I discard, my prince?" Sabrina asked, and Tristano took a moment to think, then he spoke up.

"Y-your dress." He said with a nervousness that he didn't think would go away anytime soon. Sabrina smiled as she turned her back to Tristano. She raised her strong, thick arms in the air and unclasped the sash that was keeping her dress in its place. Soon, it began to fall off her body; it was cut off at her torso, and she lowered her arms, allowing the dress to fall fully from her frame. It pooled around her legs, and she stepped out. She turned to Tristano, and he saw her in her full frame. If she looked magnificent and beautiful in the dress she wore, she looked even more so out of it. Her bust was cradled by a cream-colored corset that fit snugly against her frame, giving it an even shapelier visage. Her already incredible bust was amplified by the corset. Her lower half was girded by a pair of cream-colored bloomers, but not the full-length kind that he was used to seeing his mother and sisters in whenever he had to help them dress on occasion; these were shorter, stopping right around her upper thighs, and they showed off her shapely legs in ways that Tristano didn't know he wanted to look at until today. She was beautiful in the dress, but out she was a whole other beast; her beauty was unparalleled by anyone he'd seen.

"Like what you see?" Sabrina asked as she turned around and flexed her muscles, and Tristano nodded and spoke as much.

"By Oro, you're gorgeous." Tristano spoke barely above a whisper, but Sabrina could hear it, and she licked her lips. As she turned around, she bounced the tennis ball against the court floor, and then with a jump, she sent the next serve flying. As it turns out, Sabrina's dress was hindering her, because without it, she became so much more agile that she was almost akin to a blur when it came to her movements. She would serve, and he would struggle to even catch a glimpse of her and even harder to return them, and slowly she whittled him down, first his belt, then his pants, and then his shoes and socks, until he was down to his underwear. The other feline looked at him, her tail swishing back and forth as she inspected him like a predator inspects its prey before it pounced and attacked, making him wonder just how much she was enjoying him in this state of undress, and he hated how much her predatory glances were turning him on.

"I see you're enjoying our little game." Sabrina purred as she looked at his crotch; his underwear didn't hide the growing erection he now was sporting; her body was turning him on, and this situation turned him on more.

"I apologize, my lady." Tristano apologized, but Sabrina shook her head, dropping her racket. She sauntered over to him, her hips swaying back and forth, and, as she ducked under the tennis net, Tristano contemplated running away, but he was in such a state of undress that he knew that he wouldn't get far, not with her; she was faster than him when she was in her dress; there's no way he'd outrun her now. As she got closer and closer, his heart began to beat faster and faster. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Sabrina stopped just a few inches away from him. He could feel the intense heat resonating from her. Her tail swirled towards him, and she moved her tail up his spotted body.

"Don't apologize," Sabrina said as she pinned him against the wall. Tristano let out a gasp of surprise. Both her hands were pinning his wrists against the wall. She moved faster than he could have thought. Her face was only a few inches away from his. He could feel the heat from her breath as she breathed in and out. She lad a look of intense and furious lust on her face. "I thought you would be easy to intimidate, and I would have some fun playing with a little help from a prince." Sabrina growled out, let go of his left arm, and used her free hand to trail a clawed finger down his chest. He felt the fur on his body begin to shiver as she got closer and closer to his crotch. Slowly, oh so agonizingly slowly, her finger trailed around the waist of his britches. She then pushed past them and towards his cock. She gripped his member with a kind of strength that he expected from someone of her stature; her hands were also soft, softer than he expected from a seasoned warrior; she purred as she felt the size of his cock and seemed to enjoy its girth and size.

"I knew you were quite endowed, but you're so much bigger than I imagined." Sabrian purred out as she pulled his underwear off completely, letting Sabrina see his member in its full glory. His cock twitched and throbbed with each beat of his raging heart, and Sabrina seemed to like this sight; his veiny member had cum dripping from its tip. She then began to stroke his cock. Tristano groaned, hips bucking against her hand as she stroked him. Her hands felt like heaven to him, and he hoped no one would walk in on them at this time. He knew that the gala was in full swing, but he also knew that guests moved about the airship a lot, though the thought of someone walking in on them only made him harder. Then she stopped leaving him to wait till she started up again, and then she stopped again, again and again, so she'd bring him close to the edge, stopping before he came.

"P-please!Let me cum!" Tristano begged, and Sabrina gave him a deeply predatory smile. She then kissed him deeply as her tongue explored his mouth, and she began to stroke him as fast as possible. The level of stimulation he was experiencing was too much, and his knees buckled nearly under his weight as he came. Spurt after spurt of his seed erupted from his cock, and Sabrina looked at it as she purred with delight, seeing him come completely undone. After the last drop of his seed flowed out of his cock, Tristano collapsed against the wall, and Sabrina smiled as she grabbed his head and pushed him down.

"Now it's my turn." She growled out; her pussy was dripping, even though her bloomers were stained. Taking a breath, Tristano pulled down her bloomers, and he saw how sodden she was; her juices dripped from her pussy lips. Tristano took a deep breath and plunged his face into Sabrina's waiting cunt. He'd been with one other woman in his life when he was in his late twenties, and so he knew what to do when it came to this. Pressing into her cunt, his lips kissed her outer lips. Sabrina let out a moan as Tristano continued to play with her cunt, licking, kissing, and shoving his tongue as deep as he could get it, wriggling it in and around her cunt, making Sabrina moan and cry in pleasure as he continued to eat her out. Pushing deep and long into her cunt, Sabrina moaned again and again as she held Tristano's head in place. He then began to suck upon Sabrina's clitoral area; this was enough to bring the bigger feline to climax. She let out a guttural and primal moan as she tried her best to steady herself as she felt the waves of pleasure hit her. Again and again, waves of pleasure wracked her body.

"F-fuck."Sabrian moaned out as she collapsed against the wall, using her arm to keep herself steady as she came down from the height of her orgasm. A few moments passed until Sabrian regained her composure, and she smiled at him as she picked up Tristano from the floor.

"Fuck, I haven't come that hard in forever," Sabrina said happily. She pulled her bloomers up and looked at Tristano. She smiled at him, and as she walked to her dress, she spoke up. "I think this was a good time; we should meet again; I'll talk to your father; I haven't had a man court me yet." Sabrina said as she left Tristano alone. The feline let out a sigh. Was it too early to say he was in love?