MidReal Story

Whiskers of Fate: A Catgirl's Tale

Rickey Faircloth

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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“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.

Sarah Jennings

relationship with Ethan as a confidante and Mia as a guide.

Mia Whiskers

relationship with Ethan as her master, petite with feline features, timid yet loyal.

Ethan Hart

accidental catgirl owner, relationships with Mia and friends, average build with messy brown hair, curious and slightly awkward.

"Order Confirmed—One Catgirl, With Express Shipping."

I groaned at the screen in front of me and buried my face in my arms on the desk.

What the hell was I thinking?

Catgirl… it was a stupid website, I was sure of it.

I’d been browsing through catgirl anime the night before, and I must’ve gotten drunk and clicked the wrong damn button.

Express shipping?

What the fuck did that even mean?

I lifted my head off the desk, rubbing my eyes.

The website was still open on my screen.

I had been browsing through it for a good hour last night before I passed out.

Catgirls… catgirls everywhere.

The website was called MeowMart, and they claimed to be able to deliver a catgirl straight to your doorstep within 24 hours.

It was ridiculous.

Yet… here I was, staring at the order confirmation page.

And… here she was?

Standing right next to my desk.

A catgirl, with pink hair and fucking cat ears.

My jaw dropped open, and I stared at her like an idiot as she stared right back at me.

She looked around my room with wide eyes, taking in all my messy clothes and half-opened drawers.

Then she looked back at me.

"Master?"

She said again, softer this time.

I finally shook off my haze and nodded my head.

"Yeah. That’s me."

She nodded once and then looked down at the ground.