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Olivia stood in front to the mirror looking herself over, the round curve of her ass and breast. He called her undesirable, Uncle Rufus, what did he know. However, sadly, the only one that seemed to take a liking to her was Gustav and he had been sent packing years ago. Hed taken her virginity in a matter of seconds and retreated to his room. She felt only pain no pleasure as she was promised by the young man, perhaps he grew scared at the rustling he heard in the stall next to them. It was a new stallion, he was skittish and constantly shuffled about, though she figured, Gustav would have known this already. Sighing she shifted her form entirely to the one she liked, the grey fur sprouting up all over her pale skin. The only thing that stayed the same were her shape, the black curls on her head and the bright blue eyes. The rest was a rabbit, all the way down to the soft tuft of hair above her rounded backside. Turning in the mirror, she giggled as she made the little tuft wiggle and dance about. A sharp rap to the door had her scrambling to slide into her robe as the door was flung back. Olivia, the nasally voice stated giving her a sour expression to go with the look of utter disapproval. Why must you insist on being in that ridiculous form? The hare is hunted and docile, in need of constant protection, weak and very tasty in stew. A chuckle left his lips after this. I understand Uncle Rufus. but this is how I was born. My mother... His skin and bones hand snaked out and slapped her cheek, Youll not speak of that whore! She left my brother and you. His grey eyes softened, I did not come here to argue or fight. I came to let you know that your present will be delivered to your room tonight. His eyes lingered on her a little while longer before retreating to the door. Goodnight, sleep well. The door closed and she scowled at the door. Stepping in the tub, she began to wash slowly. Her human skin was back replacing the fur that had covered her flesh just moments before. She thought of her birthday the next day and how her uncle dawdled on finding her a suitable mate. As the princess of Colviere, she needed a man at her side to take over the throne, a strong leader of the shifters. Sighing she opened her legs to wash , like always the rough surface drug over her little nub and sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. Blushing she closed her legs and slid the rag over her full breasts, her nipples ached at the touch and she quivered. Pausing for only a moment she opened her legs and moved the rag between her legs repeatedly, letting the pleasure course through her small body like blood. Leaning her head back on the edge, she moaned and lifted her hips. The rag floated away as her fingers played over her soft nether lips. She pushed a small slim finger into her tight channel and began to vigorously rub her clit while caressing her inner walls with the digit. The water splashed around her as she moved her finger faster and faster, pistoning her chasm with it as her hips thrust up almost out of the water entirely before she cried out in pleasure. Panting she lay still in the cooling water for a moment longer, eager to see what was left for her. She didnt bother with a towel as she rose on shaky legs, the thin door separating her bathroom from her chambers was pushed open and her gift was before her. Her jaw went slack, her mouth open in surprise as she rushed to cover herself.