The life of a catboy was only somewhat different from the one Aster had led before that fateful curse was laid upon him. The amount of spontaneous sex with adventurous women was about the same, but he found himself moving around a lot more. Bards lived on tour, but at least he could stay in one town for a month or two back when he was still human. That was when the worst thing his cock could do to someone was knock them up. Now it could make him less lonely as a strange beast in this world of furless humanoids. Maybe it could knock people up, too, the cursed young man never stuck around long enough to find out.<br/><br/>Aster was half a mile from the river crossing when his horse poofed out from under him. He'd found a scroll of Phantom Steed in his last adventure and used it to get as far as possible from the last village he'd stayed in. Thankfully, the bard was mindful of the spell's duration, and being a cat, would have landed on his feet anyway. His clothing was that of a mysterious traveler, loose clothing, hooded shirt, and tough gloves to hide all but his face. If people wanted to stare, they'd have to look right into his eyes. He wanted to see who dared. Who was so curious, so frightened, or even so... intrigued.<br/><br/>Ultimately, crossing the river sounded like the better option. Aster had money to pay the ferry and being on the river would possibly give him some time alone with someone. He was starting to get desperate after days on the run. Lust was like a hunger now, and walking among the sea of people felt like staring through the window of a butcher's shop.