You drop your voice to a quiet whisper for the sake of privacy and pose a very important question to Cait: what about kids? She doesn't seem to be using any kind of protection that you've seen, and even setting aside your trysts, Cait is more than a little promiscuous. Isn't she worried about getting knocked up?
As soon you pose the question, the cat-girl's customary bubbly smile fades — just for a moment before she forces it back. "Nope. We've got nothing to worry about there, Test, you can go ahead and blow as many loads in me as you want. Whole village can for all I care. Anyway, what were we talking about a minute ago?"
Evasive much.
Cait sighs and puts a hand on her belly. "Fine, okay, look, all the young initiates have it done! The temple can reverse it when we're older, you know they sell a matron's womb for a very high price to nobles or merchants or whoever needs a holy heir. That's how me and Calla were born! Of course, since I left the temple without saying a word to anybody, nobody's gonna undo the magic. I'm not an apostate per se but I can't, you know, just go to a temple and-"
"Woah, slow down there," you tell her. "What're you talking about?"
The pink kitty forces herself to halt, breathe, and then look you in the eye. "I'm sterile. All Mallachite temple harlots are. I mean, we've gotta be, right? Otherwise once we're sworn in, we'd just spend all our lives constantly knocked up, or the boys would just be knocking up every woman that came through the temple. And of course Mallachite orgies at the full moon every month mean we'd all mingle and... it's a whole thing. So the day we're supposed to join the temple and start giving ourselves to the parish, a priest comes and casts a spell to dam the river, so to speak. It's called the Brand of the Harlot. Here."
Cait pulls her skirts down and presses two fingers to the bare, pale flesh just above her crotch. There's a slow glow of magic around her fingertips, and then a series of swirling dark lines manifest themselves around them. It looks like a tattoo.
When Cait lifts her fingers, the tattoo vanishes back into her skin. "I left the temple the day I was supposed to join the sacred courtesans, but... well, I hadn't made up my mind about it right when I woke up of course. So I didn't know to stop the Grand Cleric when she came in and put the brand on my womb. I still thought I'd be spending my life there."
Oh. "And you didn't ask her to undo it?"
Cait shrugs helplessly. "No. I thought... well, I wasn't doing much thinking that morning. It's not like I was a slave or something, nobody was compelling me to take the brand or join mom as a sacred slut. I wanted to! And then all of a sudden, I didn't. I barely even packed, I just ran after dad and Calla as hard as I could."
You nod. "Is there any way to undo it?"
The cat-girl snickers, the first bit of that familiar warmth you've seen since she started talking. "No. I mean, I'd like to have kids someday... if I meet the right person... but it'd take pretty stout magic to reverse the spell. I'd have to go — you know what, no I'm not gonna tell you how to undo it. You're the kinda person that'd go on a whole quest to undo the brand just cuz you're a sweetie. Or you wanna put a bun in my oven. Either way, I'm happy the way I am, and I don't need to be getting all knocked up while there's demons trying to steal my friend's soul and my sister's missing. Got more pressing things on my mind than breeding."
"Anyway, if you're done prying into the workings of my uterus, can we talk about something else?"
