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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
college student, relationships with friends and the catgirl, average build, brown hair, curious and naive
Elara Voss
purchased online by Jason, relationship with Jason is complex and evolving, black fur with blue eyes, initially fearful but intelligent
Julia Presley
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.
I mean, I've done some pretty cool stuff.
I've been to Japan, I've been to New York, I've been all around the country.
I thought that I had seen it all.
That was until the day that I saw her.
She was beautiful, with black fur and blue eyes.
She was being sold online, and I just had to have her.
I didn't know what she was at first.
All I knew was that I wanted her, and so I bought her.
It wasn't until she was delivered that I found out what she was - a catgirl.
Having a catgirl isn't all its cracked up to be.
At first, she was afraid of me.
She would hide in the bathtub and curl up, trying to get as small as possible.
She wouldn't let me touch her, and she wouldn't talk to me.
I thought that maybe I had made a mistake.
However, as the days went by, she started to open up.
She would follow me around the house, and she would sit next to me on the couch.
She started to initiate contact, and soon enough, she would curl up in my lap while I watched TV.
It was also around this time that I learned her name - Elara Voss.
As time went on, we grew closer and closer.
Now, I'm sitting cross-legged on the floor next to the corner where Elara is.
I'm trying to keep my distance from her, but it's hard.
She watches me intently as I sort through old college papers.
Her tail twitches every so often, and I can see her eyes flicking between me and the papers in my hand.
It's been an hour or so since she woke up from her nap, and she's slowly relaxing.
She leans forward on all fours, clutching something in her hand.
I pretend not to notice as she inches towards me.
After a few moments, she's only three feet away from me.
She extends her arm, holding out whatever it is that she has.
I don't look up at her as I take the piece of paper.
Her claws retract as she places it on the floor before quickly retreating to her corner of the room.
I reach for it slowly, trying not to startle her.
Once I have it in my hands, I look down at it.
"It's a drawing," I say, glancing up at her.
"Do you like it?" Elara asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"It's beautiful, Elara," I reply, genuinely moved by the intricate sketch of us sitting together.
"Thank you," she says, her ears perking up.
She watches me for a few more moments before turning back to the window.
I watch her as she presses her palm against the glass, her eyes fixed on something outside.
I get up and walk over to her, peering over her shoulder.
She doesn't flinch away from me like she used to, and I'm grateful for that.
"What are you looking at?"
I ask, peering out the window.
The backyard is dense forest, with tall trees growing so close together that you can barely see a few feet in.
Elara points to a narrow dirt path that winds its way between the trees.
I squint my eyes as I try to see where it leads, but it disappears into the foliage.
"What's there?"
Elara asks softly, her voice still barely above a whisper.
"I don't know," I reply, turning to look at her.
"But we could find out."
Her eyes widen slightly as she looks up at me.
I can see the fear of the unknown in them, but there's also a glimmer of excitement.
She nods slowly as she takes a step back from the window.
She reaches into her pocket and pulls out the drawing that she made earlier, folding it neatly before putting it back into her pocket. She looks back at me as I stand next to her, and then she turns and walks towards the kitchen slowly.
I follow behind her as she stops in front of the back door.
She turns around and looks up at me, hesitating for a moment before reaching out and grabbing my hand.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask, feeling the warmth of her hand in mine.
"I think so," she replies, her voice steadier now, "but only if you're with me."
"Always," I assure her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze as we step outside together.
We make our way down the back steps hand in hand, stopping at the edge of the forest.
Elara tenses at every sound - a bird's call, a branch rustling in the wind, the distant hum of traffic.
Her grip tightens as we reach the dirt path, her ears twitching nervously.
I pause for a moment, giving her time to get used to being outside.
After a few deep breaths, she takes the first tentative step onto the path.
Her bare feet press into the cool earth as she tests the ground.
When a squirrel darts past us, she jumps behind me, but she doesn't run away.
I stand still for a moment as she catches her breath.
When she's ready, she takes my hand again and we continue down the path.
With each step, her grip loosens a little more.
She points out interesting leaves and rocks, her fear of the unknown slowly giving way to wonder.
The path winds around a massive oak tree, and something catches Elara's eye.
She tugs on my sleeve as she pulls me towards it.
We stop in front of the trunk, and I look down at her curiously.
She tilts her head back, looking up at me as she points to a peculiar shimmer in the bark.
I lean forward to get a closer look, and I realize that it's an intricate pattern carved into the tree.
It's made up of interlocking triangles that seem to shift and dance in the fading light.
Elara reaches out a finger to touch them, tracing over the markings slowly.
"Do you know what it means?" she asks, her voice filled with a mix of awe and curiosity.
"I've seen something like this before," I reply, recalling an old book I once read about ancient symbols.
Elara's eyes light up with intrigue. "Do you think it's a map or a message?"
I pull out my phone and snap a few photos of the symbol, Elara watching intently as I work.
When I show her the pictures, she points to a nearby tree, where I see a similar carving.
"This way," she says softly, tugging on my sleeve as she leads me along the path.
We continue deeper into the woods, following the trail of markings etched into the trees.
The sun is dipping below the horizon now, casting long shadows across the forest floor.
The air is cool and damp, filled with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves.
Elara's eyes seem to glow in the fading light, and I realize that she has night vision.
She moves more confidently now, her steps quickening as she leads me between the marked trees.
We reach a fork in the path, and Elara pauses for a moment before choosing the route that leads further into the woods.
The carvings seem to be getting fresher here, and I can see that they're leading us to some sort of clearing.
"Do you hear that?" Elara whispers, her ears twitching as she stops abruptly.
I strain my ears, catching the faint sound of water trickling nearby.
"There's a stream up ahead," I say, realizing that the clearing might be more than just an open space.
Elara nods, her ears perked forward as she pushes through the dense undergrowth.
The sound of the water grows louder, and I can see a soft blue glow filtering through the trees ahead.
We reach the edge of the clearing, and Elara's grip tightens on my hand.
She peers cautiously around the trunk of a tree, her eyes scanning the area before she tugs me forward.
Through a gap in the branches, I see a small pond surrounded by moss-covered stones.
The surface of the water is mirror-smooth in the fading twilight.
But it's not the pond that catches our attention - it's the stones that circle its edge, dozens of them radiating outward like ripples in a pond.
Each stone emits a pale blue glow, similar to the carvings on the trees.
Elara takes a tentative step forward, tugging me toward the nearest stone.
"Do you think it's safe?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nod slowly, trying to sound more confident than I feel. "I think these stones are meant to guide us, not harm us."
Elara kneels beside the glowing stone, her fingers brushing its surface. "It feels warm," she murmurs, glancing up at me with wide eyes.
I kneel beside her, watching as she traces her fingers over the intricate patterns etched into the stone.
The blue glow seems to pulse softly, casting an ethereal light on Elara's face.
She shifts closer to me, her shoulder brushing against mine.
Her ears twitch forward, as if listening for some hidden sound.
The forest grows quiet around us, even the water seeming to still.
I turn to ask what she's thinking, and I'm startled to find her face inches from mine.
Her eyes are wide and questioning, her breath carrying the faint scent of mint from the tea we shared earlier.
"Do you feel it too?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over the silence.
I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. "It's like the stones are alive, communicating somehow."
Elara's gaze flickers back to the stone, her expression a mix of wonder and determination. "Then we need to figure out what they're trying to tell us."
I lean closer, my own fingers brushing the markings on the stone.
Elara's continue to trace their path, her touch growing more purposeful.
The blue glow seems to intensify beneath her hand, pulsing like a heartbeat.
She hums a strange melody, and I feel a sudden jolt of recognition.
The stones around us are lighting up in sequence, forming a path toward the pond.
Elara's ears perk forward as she senses the change in energy.
But instead of retreating, she grips my arm tightly and points to the center of the pond.
Ripples have begun to form there, spreading outward like concentric circles.
A soft blue light starts to emerge from the water's depths, casting an otherworldly glow over the clearing.
Elara's voice is steady, but there's a hint of urgency. "We have to go in, don't we?"
I hesitate, glancing at the shimmering water. "It feels like it's calling us," I admit, my voice tinged with awe.
Her grip on my arm tightens, and she nods resolutely. "Then let's answer."
We stand, our eyes locked on the pulsing blue glow beneath the pond's surface.
Elara releases my arm, taking a tentative step forward.
The water laps at her toes, and she pauses, as if waiting for some hidden danger to manifest.
But nothing happens.
She turns back to me, extending her hand in a silent invitation.
I slip off my shoes and socks, rolling up the hem of my jeans before joining her at the pond's edge.
The water feels like a warm bath against my skin, nothing like the cool forest pond it appears to be.
Elara wades deeper, pulling me along by the hand.
The blue light swirls around our legs as we move further into the pond, growing brighter with each step.
We take a deep breath and plunge beneath the surface, ready to uncover the secrets hidden below.
The water envelops us, and I feel Elara's grip loosen.
We surface in a dimly lit underwater cave, the air pockets within the stone providing a safe space to breathe.
Our clothes cling to our skin as we emerge, dripping droplets of water into the pool at our feet.
The walls of the cave are lined with blue crystals, casting enough light for us to see the tunnel stretching ahead.
The tunnel narrows as we move deeper, forcing us to crouch and eventually crawl through the tight space.
The air grows thick and damp, heavy with the scent of damp earth.
We pause for a moment, catching our breath as we help each other up from the ground.
As we stand, a soft clicking sound echoes from further down the tunnel.
Elara's ears perk forward, her grip on my arm less fearful now that we've made it this far.
A faint blue glow appears in the distance, illuminating a figure emerging from the darkness.
The creature is unlike any I've seen before - its body a mix of fox and fish, with silver scales shimmering in the dim light.
Its eyes are gentle and curious as it approaches us, its four webbed feet carrying it effortlessly along the ground. The creature bows its head respectfully, gesturing with its tail for us to follow.
Elara and I exchange uncertain glances, but something about this place feels peaceful, like we can trust this strange guide.
We nod in unison, stepping forward to follow the creature into the unknown.
Elara and I move in tandem, our footsteps echoing softly through the crystal-lined tunnel.
The passage gradually widens, sloping upward as the clicking sounds of our guide's webbed feet grow more excited.
The air shifts, a warm breeze carrying the scent of flowers and fresh greenery replacing the dampness of the cave.
As we round a final corner, the creature pauses, its head gesturing toward a thick curtain of vines.
Elara's ears perk forward, her eyes narrowing as she senses sounds beyond.
Together, we push through the vines, our eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness.
The air envelops us, thick and heavy with humidity, as we squeeze through the narrow gap.
We shield our eyes from the sudden light, blinking as they adjust.
The tunnel opens into an underground chamber unlike anything we've seen.
The walls stretch high, lined with a tangle of greenery that defies the laws of nature.
Massive flowers bloom in shades of purple and gold, their petals reaching toward a ceiling that glows like natural sunlight.
The air is thick with the scent of blooming plants, and the sound of water trickling through hidden streams.
Our fox-fish guide scampers ahead, its webbed feet leaving wet footprints on the moss-covered stones.
Elara's grip loosens on my hand, her fur beginning to fluff in the warm air.
She takes a tentative step forward, her ears perked and twitching as she surveys our new surroundings.
I stand beside her, awed by the beauty of this hidden garden.
The fox-fish darts ahead, its tail flicking as it weaves between the thick stems of the flowers.
Elara tugs my sleeve, pointing to strange footprints in the moss.
They resemble a cross between a paw print and a human foot, echoing the shape of our own prints in the soft ground.
The fox-fish clicks impatiently, circling back to us from ahead.
Elara's ears perk up at the sound, her eyes narrowing as she steps forward cautiously.
I follow close behind, my own senses on high alert.
We make our way through the garden, careful to avoid trampling any of the delicate flowers.
The fox-fish leads us deeper, its clicking growing more urgent as we move further from the entrance.
The footprints grow clearer, leading us along winding paths of moss-covered stone.
As we move closer to our guide, it becomes clear that it's leading us toward a cluster of mushrooms unlike any we've seen before.
Their caps pulse with a blue light identical to that of the pond stones we followed earlier.
Elara's eyes widen as she reaches out, her hand hovering above the cluster.
The mushrooms grow in a spiral pattern, their caps overlapping in a way that seems almost deliberate.
She studies the pulsing blue light, her ears perked forward as she senses something beyond what I can see.
The fox-fish clicks softly, its tail flicking as it watches Elara's every move.
She reaches out slowly, her hand trembling slightly as her fingertips make contact with the nearest cap.
The mushroom's glow intensifies at her touch, spreading like ripples through the entire cluster.
The pulsing blue light creates strange shadows across Elara's face, casting an ethereal glow over the entire chamber.
The fox-fish clicks again, its head tilting as it watches us intently.
Elara's fingers brush a second mushroom, and a clear chime rings through the chamber.
She jerks back against me, but keeps her hand extended toward the mushrooms. The chime echoes off the walls of the chamber, growing louder as more of the mushrooms respond to her touch.
Their lights pulse in sequence now, creating a pattern that beckons us forward.
I step closer to Elara, my own senses heightening as I study this strange phenomenon.
The chamber hums with anticipation, as if waiting for us to uncover its secrets.
Elara's fingers dance across the mushrooms, creating an intricate melody that resonates through the chamber.
The fox-fish perks up, its webbed feet tapping in time with the sequence of notes.
The stone wall behind the mushrooms begins to shift, a grinding sound echoing through the chamber as the hidden doorway opens.
Elara jumps back against my chest, her fur fluffing in surprise.
But she keeps playing the melody, her fingers moving deftly across the glowing caps.
The doorway widens, a stream of crystalline light spilling into the chamber.
The light illuminates our faces, casting an otherworldly glow over everything around us.
Through the gap, we glimpse rows of shelves carved into the rock.
They stretch far into the distance, lined with countless objects that glimmer and shine in the crystalline light.