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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
female friend of Ethan's who helps him deal with Mia's arrival,relationship with Ethan as a confidante and Mia as a guide.
Mia Whiskers
female catgirl with pink hair and twitching ears,relationship with Ethan as her master,petite with feline features,nervous and obedient.
"Ah—I’m sorry… Mia? No, I wasn’t sleeping—I was just uh… meditation. Yeah that’s it."
Oh for fuck’s sake.
And what the hell did I mean by ‘meditation’?
I’d definitely fallen asleep at my fucking desk though.
In front of me, the pink-haired catgirl twitched her cat ears and seemed to ponder my words in silence for a moment before nodding once and letting out a hesitant smile:
"Master Ethan you should get some rest then—a lot has happened today, yes?"
Ugh; Master Ethan?
Jesus christ how much had I drank last night?
But apparently this pink-haired cuteness thought she was a genuine catgirl—and somehow through some method unknown even had feline features: the aforementioned twitching ears and small whiskers near her nose moving with each breath.
"What—uh yes maybe soon."
Christ am I blushing right now?
"This is all still really surreal to me if you don’t mind me saying so," she admitted nervously as she adjusted her small skirt which looked like it belonged on someone from an anime episode; "This whole being made thing…”
Her big eyes were wide in uncertainty again as she trailed off mumbled something incomprehensible about packets before falling into silence once more.
No no no please keep talking!
I leaned forward, trying to keep my voice calm:
"Mia, can you tell me more about being ###?"
Mia shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her pink hair swaying slightly as she fidgeted.
"Well… Master E##n," she said softly, her b###s coming in short n###s g##s.
"I was created in a lab. My DNA was engineered and then I was grown in an artificial womb."
She took a deep breath, her small chest rising and falling as she let it out slowly.
"After that, I was trained in different skills and languages. And then I was shipped to you."
She fell silent again, her eyes uncertain as they searched my face for a reaction.
"So you’re g##########d then?"
I asked softly.
Mia nodded once and then twice, her cat ears bobbing up and down.
"Yes Master Ethan. My DNA is human but it’s been modified to give me f#######s."
She lifted one hand and examined it thoughtfully.
"I’m not sure how much of this is natural though—maybe none of it?"
Her small nose wrinkled as she frowned slightly.
"Do you remember anything before arriving here?" I asked, trying to piece together the implications of her existence.
Mia hesitated, her eyes darting to the floor.
"Only flashes," she admitted quietly, "like waking up in a strange place and hearing voices talking about 'Project Neko'."
I sat back in my chair, processing what she had just told me.
Mia’s tail swished anxiously behind her as she perched on the edge of my bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
The morning sunlight streaming through my window highlighted the unnatural pink of her hair and the too-perfect curve of her ears.
"I’m not sure if those are real memories or if they were p####d into me," she said softly, her voice c###g slightly.
I pushed my chair away from my desk and rolled closer to her, but Mia flinched at the sudden movement.
She didn’t retreat though, and I could see the lost look in her eyes like a scared a##l unsure of its s#####s.
"Mia, do you want to find out more about your past?" I asked gently, trying to reassure her.
She nodded slowly, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of hope and fear.
"Yes, Master Ethan, but I'm afraid of what we might d###r."
