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MidReal Story
The Catgirl I Accidentally Bought Online
Anonymous
Feb 5
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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Dylan Harper
apologetic, and overwhelmed. After a late night of browsing, he wakes up to find Mia, the catgirl he unintentionally purchased. Dylan struggles with the unexpected situation and tries to make amends with Mia. Despite his initial shock, he begins to show kindness and understanding towards her, promising to help her adjust to her new life.
Lily Harper
curious, and playful. Lily assists in settling Mia into their home by providing clothes and offering words of encouragement. Her presence helps ease tensions between Dylan and Mia as she interacts with both warmly.
Mia
obedient, and hopeful. Mia arrives at Dylan's home unaware of the circumstances surrounding her purchase. Initially nervous and unsure, she tries to adapt to her new surroundings and role as Dylan's companion. Despite her fear of being returned or unwanted, Mia shows resilience and gratitude towards Dylan's attempts at kindness.
“Master?” a soft, worried voice called near my ear.
I lifted my head from my desk slowly, groggy and disoriented.
My neck ached, and the screen in front of me blurred for a moment.
When my vision cleared, I froze.
The last thing I remembered doing was browsing some weird website before my head hit the desk.
The website must’ve been one of those joke sites, right?
I mean, catgirls aren’t real.
You can’t just order one online and—
I turned to face the voice that had spoken.
A light tap on my shoulder sent a chill down my spine.
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.
“I wasn’t sure if you were awake. The delivery people left me on the porch with these.”
She held up a packet wrapped in plastic and tied with tape.
“They told me to give these to you."
“The delivery people?"
My mouth dried as I struggled to process what was happening here.
The girl tilted her head, looking at me in confusion.
“Yes… Master?"
She curtsied slightly, waiting for me to say something.
A million questions swirled in my head — how did she get here?
Who are the delivery people?
What is going on?
But only one thing kept repeating in my brain: Master?
I rubbed my eyes, hoping she was some dream I could shake off.
"This can't be real, can it?"
I whispered, more to myself than to her.
The girl’s ears twitched, and she looked at me with a mix of confusion and concern.
I stood up slowly, trying to shake the remnants of sleep from my system.
The room felt surreal as I glanced around, searching for any sign that this was some elaborate prank.
"I… I need a moment," I muttered, stepping back.
The girl nodded, clutching the packet tighter.
I paced the room, trying to clear my head.
This had to be some kind of joke.
There was no way a catgirl just showed up at my doorstep.
My phone buzzed on the desk, breaking the silence.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart.
The girl stood there, her eyes wide with uncertainty.
"Okay, Mia," I said slowly, "let's figure this out."
She nodded, her ears twitching slightly.
I gestured for her to sit on the couch, and she moved cautiously, sitting with her hands folded in my lap.
I grabbed my phone and scrolled through emails and order confirmations, hoping to find some clue about how this happened.
Mia watched me intently, her gaze flicking between my face and the screen.
"Do you remember anything about arriving here?" she asked softly.
