Red Sword Princess 2 - (Mushoku Tensei AU, FutaEris!SI)

Warning! Futa-on-Trap unfolds in this chapter.

Going out to buy a 'new maid' was not as simple as buying some food off the market. The specific area restricted to slave-selling was considered one of the least favored as... the commoners didn't like the practice itself.

The reason for that wasn't as unifying as many would expect, with a vocal minority advocating to an end of slavery out of seeing it a moral degrading institution, while the rest just resented the fact that slaves replaced those lucky ones among them that could have scored a paid job with the nobles.

Admittedly, the age we were in was far from actually seeing this practice ending, but the sight of so many individuals of all sizes, forms, and ages being treated as property truly left me with a sour taste in my mouth. Those that worked at the Boreas Manor had long been given extensive rights like having a chance to claim breaks and even taking a few days off to rest.

The issue was that the rights were the 'best' thing we could give those women - they were individuals that had long lost their families, hardly could avoid being enslaved again if freed, and that found safety and warmth in the Boreas Manor.

I was planning for my 'henchgirl' to be someone that I could trust wholeheartedly by making their stay at the manor as wonderful as possible. While I was originally planning to stick with 'girls', I was given a growing annoyance in the form of my grandfather being... well, a naughty grandpa.

Sauros' giddy look was hardly hidden as his smug eyes turned left and right. Maybe it was a massive round butt, maybe it was a pair of huge tits, or maybe it was a cute pair of ears. The old man was just behaving like a child wandering into a Lindt shop, and I found myself growing ever so weary of his eager attention.

It also defined some concerns - what if I pick a maid that my grandpa wants to fuck? Like, I know he would have the right to do so, but that didn't mean I was fine with it. Plus, just telling him 'no' would just make him want it even more.

To put it bluntly, I only trusted my father as the sanest of the core family back at the manor. The man had a single source of pleasure, and that was his wife. He never fucked a slave, and he tended to chide Sauros when he would get too revved up about kemonomimi.

So, I had contemplated an alternative to this. Maybe I should hire a butler for my first take but... that would also piss off grandpa as we hardly had any butlers at the manor since 'maids are cuter'. So, I couldn't go for that hard switch. No, it had to be... a compromise of sorts.

And my eyes soon found the solution to this dilemma as I walked off from Grandpa's distracted watch and approached one of the slaves in line. The cat-eared beastfolk had some light-brown hair, hazel eyes, and looked around my age. They were wearing the same 'potato sack' dress the other slaves were and... they were soon looking at me.

"What's your name?"

They blinked. "Angus."

I blinked at how feminine his voice was, then smiled inwardly as a rather devious idea was born inside my already devious head.

"Can I call you Angie? I love your ribbon."

The cat-boy paused and yet slowly nodded, smiling as I complimented his pretty hair-ribbon.

"I wouldn't mind, miss."

"Angie, are you good at reading and writing?"

"So-so," He admitted quietly, looking sad. "Mom taught me a lot but... I am here now."

"I see. Numbers too?"

He nodded, and I offered a pleased smile before turning to the slave owner. "Sir?"

"Hmm," The old man said as he approached, Sauros only now realizing I may have picked one and he nodded at the seller - they knew each other. "Young miss, I suppose you are Lord Sauros' granddaughter."

"Yes. How much for this one?"

"Five golden coins."

Sauros spared a look at Angie, the cat-eared trap looking a bit uneasy under his gaze's pressure, but the old man seemed to fail to recognize that he was a boy.

"I want this one, grandfather."

The old man nodded, handing out the coins and helping me get the documents signed properly. I was soon the 'owner' of Angie but-

"Let's go get you some proper clothing!" I announced, getting a groan out of Sauros as I invoked the bane of most men - shopping.

I had been a bit worried that Angie would have been upset in having to dress as a girl but-

"So pretty!" He squeaked in delight. "Mistress, a-are you sure I can try those?"

"Yup. I can't have my first and finest maid go around with a potato sack."

Angie was given a few dresses to try out, but I wanted her to still stick into something 'simple, pretty, and girly'. Even though I bought her a few fashionable ones, we ultimately settled for... something blue and oddly familiar.

Angie looked pleased as I paid all the stuff and he could leave with me with that outfit on. A beautiful dress for a beautiful femboy.

"Are you two done?"

I nodded at Sauros, and he soon guided us back home. I used this chance to explain Angie about his roles and chores within the manor, and how he was going to work strictly under me from this day onward. He had no complaints to levy on the situation, feeling overall delighted by how things were going.

As we got in the carriage, I was also tempted to try and ask something of him.

"Could you rest your head on my lap?"

The request felt a bit odd, but Angie shrugged as Sauros stared in amusement as I proceeded to get Angie to meowing through the entire ride by playing with his soft ears. I used a tender touch, knowing that he was still young and that those were quite sensitive.

As we finally got back, I was asked by Philip to check his office to report on the purchase. I introduced Angie in his full name since Sauros was off to nap, surprising my father with my decision and motivating the sale on two things - Angie was reliable in the matters I wished for him to deal with and he was a boy so grandpa would be disgusted to even consider doing anything untowards him.

By the time I was done talking, I could tell Philip was really trying his best to lecture me while holding back a laughter. Couldn't blame him, he had to let out some amusement as Sauros was definitely going to raise hell once he realized the full truth.

Still, he warned me to not do anything 'drastic' with Angie with my 'purity'. He was referring to my hymen- the blood of my first time would definitely cause a scandal among the servants and trigger some of the worst reactions possible on the matter. I understood and promised to not entertain that-

After all, I have a feeling Angie is not looking to dom anyone anytime.

In fact, the cat boy was actually very obedient as I showed him around the house and explained where everything he needed to know was. The boy was giddy, ecstatic, but growing a bit restless as I finally brought him to my room.

"M-Mistress, may I ask you something?"

"You may."

"Is... is there something wrong with your... scent?"

I tilted my head to the side. "I think I know what it is, but you should close the door. Don't want others to nag at us."

He did so and, as I allowed myself a quick sigh, I dropped the news.

"I have a penis."

...

"A girl with a... a penis? Mistress, that's- that's a bit silly and-!"

I pulled my skirt down, revealing the hardening bulge by my panties. Angie looked shocked, and also... intrigued. Almost instinctively, he crouched, eyes fixed on the bulge as I took a step forward.

"So?"

"I-It's a penis."

"That's what I told you and... do you want to smell it?"

He blinked, confused but also nodding as he leaned in to press his nose against the panties. I admit that there was a sense of bliss in seeing my femboy maid on her knees, sniffing aggressively against my panties as my cock throbbed against his nose.

I had been worried he would have said no but... I had indeed caught up to his instincts. It wasn't just the body - it was also the mind. Angie was a girl at heart from the looks of it and I had to hardly do anything to coerce him to react to his urges.

"I will never hurt, Angie, but understand I am a girl with her own desires. And I wish to have a close partner for those things. Someone that can willingly accept it. So, if you so wish so, we can do more naughty things in the bath tomorrow morning, okay~?"

"Y-Yes, mistress~."

I could have gotten a sloppy top from that silly trap, but I didn't want Angie to be my sex slave. I wanted him to be more than that. So, while he would be incentivized to want to keep around me, I would also take care of other chores - like teaching him how to fold clothes and where to plac those.

He didn't seem too embarrassed in handling girly clothes, clearly familiarized to it as he remarked how he had helped around his mom when she was sick before she died. So... yeah, he had a tragic backstory, but not one that truly got him to break apart entirely.

Instead, I had a rather interesting maid. And one that couldn't wait for the morning bathroom date that I ended up waking up the next day with a certain cat-boy already nuzzling on my crotch.

"M-Morning, mistress~. The smell- the smell is stronger today~."

I blinked, then frowned, and then I sighed. "Angie?"

"N-Nyesh, m-mistress~?"

I pulled my poor black panties (now stretched due to the morning wood I was having) down. "Suck."

The cat-boy didn't hesitate in giving me a good and nice 'early morning blowjob'. Inexperienced, clumsy, but craving milk straight out of my cum-tanks. I didn't disappoint and he didn't let any of the jizz trickle out of his slutty mouth.

I thought I would have to 'teach him' about sex but... his instinct was proving to be a fun thing to play with.

AN

Next time we will entertain a different POV. Ghislaine learns that Eris has a dick, the 'male-maid' loves to take it in the butt, and she is somewhat bothered by this (just not in a disappointed way).

For FFN readers: Reference for Angus/Angie is Felix Argyle from Re:Zero.