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MidReal Story
The Wild Catgirl in My Room
Scenario:I’m just a normal guy. I go to college, have some friends, and live a pretty ordinary life. But there’s one thing I’ve always wanted: someone to welcome me home, cuddle me, and share romantic moments. A catgirl seemed like the perfect fit.
When I checked online, I was shocked—a good catgirl costs 10k! Still paying off college, I couldn’t afford that. Then I found a sketchy website promising catgirls for 90% off limited time. Like an idiot, I bought one.
After a week or so, there was a package with holes in it at my door. I opened it and found a cute catgirl with black fur and blue eyes.
Now it’s been a day since she arrived. She’s beautiful, but there’s one problem—she’s totally wild. She hisses "stay away! Don’t hurt me!" She trembles and shows her claws and fangs in the corner of the room.
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Jason Ryder
firstperson protagonist, male, college student, relationships with friends and the catgirl, average build, brown hair, curious and naive
Elara Voss
protagonist, female catgirl, purchased online by Jason, relationship with Jason is complex and evolving, black fur with blue eyes, initially fearful but intelligent
Julia Presley
side protagonist, female friend of Jason's from college, supportive of Jason's life choices, petite with curly red hair, caring and skeptical
I never thought that my life would take a turn for the strange.
But then again, I didn't expect to be buying a catgirl online.
It's not every day that you get a package with a naked girl who looks like a cat, curled up inside.
To say that it was unexpected would be an understatement.
I mean, I thought that I was purchasing something ordinary.
Something that would just sit in the corner of my room and look pretty.
But I suppose ordinary is relative when you're buying something online that looks like a cat but has the body of a human girl.
It's hard to really describe the feeling that I had when I opened the box.
A mix of shock, confusion, and maybe even a little excitement.
She was curled up in a ball, her black fur blending in with the shadows of the box.
At first, I thought that she was dead.
But then I saw her chest rise and fall as she took a breath.
She opened her eyes, and I was struck by how blue they were.
It was like looking into a pool of water on a hot summer day.
She looked at me, and I could see the fear in her eyes.
Her pupils were dilated, and she was shaking.
I tried to talk to her, but she just hissed at me and backed away.
I didn't know what to do, so I just sat down next to the box.
I wanted to reach out and touch her, but I knew that would be a bad idea.
I sat there for a few minutes, watching her.
She was so beautiful.
Her black fur was shiny and smooth, and her blue eyes were mesmerizing.
I could see that she was scared, but I didn't know what to do to make her feel better. After a while, I got up and went into my bedroom.
I lay down on my bed and stared up at the ceiling.
I couldn't believe that this had happened.
I had never seen anything like it before.
I wondered if it was some kind of prank or if someone had sent me a fake catgirl as a joke.
But as I looked at her again, I knew that it wasn't fake.
She was real, and she was alive.
I got up and went back over to the box.
She was still curled up in the same position as before, but now she was looking at me warily.
I reached out my hand slowly and touched her on the head.
She flinched away from me, hissing again.
I sighed and sat down next to the box.
I didn't know what to do with her now that she was here.
I thought about calling someone for help, but who would I call?
The police?
Animal control?
It's not like there's a special hotline for people who have bought a catgirl online. After a few minutes, I got up and went into my bedroom again.
I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes.
I could hear her moving around in the box behind me, but I didn't look back at her.
After a while, I drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, she was still there in the box looking at me with those big blue eyes of hers.
I approached the box again, this time carrying a bowl of milk and some tuna.
I set them down a few feet away from the box and then slid back to give her some space.
She looked at the offerings warily but didn't move.
I sat down cross-legged on the floor and started eating my own sandwich, pretending not to watch her.
After several minutes, I heard her stomach growl.
She inched forward on all fours, still trembling.
Just as she was about to reach for the food, she froze.
Her ears twitched, and her tail puffed up like a bottlebrush.
She fixed me with an intense stare.
"Why did you bring me here?" she demanded in clear, perfect English.
Her voice echoed in the silence, leaving me speechless.
