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MidReal Story
Catgirl Express
Scenario:“Master?” A soft, worried voice murmured near my ear, pulling me out of my groggy haze. Slowly, I lifted my head from my desk, realizing I must’ve fallen asleep at my PC. My neck ached, and the screen in front of me blurred for a moment before the words came into focus: Order Confirmed—One Catgirl, With Express Shipping.
I froze. Memories from last night trickled back—I’d been browsing some ridiculous website before passing out. My finger must’ve slipped… right?
A light tap on my shoulder sent a chill down my spine. Slowly, I turned to face her.
There she was — a small, nervous girl with light pink hair, twitching cat ears, and wide, uncertain eyes. She stepped back as our gazes met, clutching her hands nervously.
“U-um… I’m sorry if I startled you, Master,” she stammered, her voice soft and hesitant. “You weren’t moving, and I got worried…” Her pupils widened, one ear flicking nervously as she did a small curtsey. “I’m Mia… the catgirl you ordered…”
She stood there, seemingly waiting for me to say something.
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Ethan Stone
accidental catgirl owner, relationships with Mia and his friends, average build with messy brown hair, confused and slightly embarrassed.
Giuliana Kensington
relationship with Ethan as a confidante and Mia as a guide.
Mia Whiskers
relationship with Ethan as her master, petite with feline features, nervous and obedient.
I awoke with a start, my arms and head jerking up from where they had drooped down to the desk.
My heart was racing and my mouth was dry.
Across from me, Mia Whiskers was sitting with her pink hair disheveled and her ears twitching.
She looked nervous.
"Are you alright, Mr. Stone?"
"Yes. Yes, I'm fine."
I tried to collect myself.
What had happened?
I glanced at the screen and the memories came flooding back.
The website, the button, the flash of light, and then Mia's appearance.
I rubbed my eyes and looked again.
Mia was still there.
This wasn't a dream, then?
"I don't understand."
I said aloud.
"How did you get here?"
Mia glanced down, wringing her hands in her lap.
"I don't know, Master. One minute I was in my room and the next I was here."
Here?
She meant in my apartment?
I looked around and saw that Mia was sitting in the chair that Giuliana had occupied earlier.
Her clothes were still there on the floor.
But when I looked back at Mia, I saw that she wasn't wearing any clothes.
At least, not any human clothes.
She had a pair of fluffy white panties on and a string tied around her neck with a tiny padlock hanging from it.
"What is this?"
I asked, touching the lock.
Mia glanced up, her eyes wide.
I reached toward the lock, my fingers trembling slightly.
Mia tilted her head to the side, exposing more of her neck as I examined the small metal padlock.
The metal was cool against my fingertips.
When I tried to turn it over, Mia winced.
"Sorry," I muttered, letting go.
My legs felt unsteady and I gripped the edge of my desk tightly.
The room seemed to be spinning slightly.
I needed air.
As I stepped back, my heel caught on something and the chair clattered behind me as I stumbled, my arms windmilling.
I managed to steady myself against the wall.
When I looked back at Mia, I saw that she was shivering.
The air in my apartment was cool and her skin was bare except for the panties.
Her arms were covered in goosebumps.
She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover herself.
I walked over to my closet and grabbed an old blue t-shirt from the drawer.
I held it out to her, keeping my eyes averted.
Mia took it hesitantly, the fabric rustling as she pulled it over her head.
The shirt hung like a short dress on her small frame.
When I looked back, she was hugging herself, the padlock glinting against the cotton.
Her ears were perked up slightly as she whispered a quiet "Thank you, Master."