Job Suggestion [Kabushiki Kawaii]

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Kabushiki Kawaii is an underground, black market company which specializes in humanoid anomalies. The company's main focus is the creation, training, and sales of these anomalies, selling them as servants to wealthy customers or corporations.

Kabushiki Kawaii is known for its ability to create anomalous humanoids, which are primarily sold into the sex trade. These anomalous humanoids (primarily females) are the company's biggest export, who through a combination of genetic manipulation, brainwashing, and intimidation are often groomed to act as an individual's ideal sex slave or servant, depending on what is specified by the customer. The exact method that Kabushiki uses to create these products is unknown, but it is implied to be a mixture of biological science and anomalous technology. The reach of Kabushiki's genetic manipulation extends beyond the ability to create humanoid anomalies, but the company focuses on humanoids due to their popularity.

Although the main storefronts of Kabushiki Kawaii are known to reside somewhere in Japan, the company has offices, laboratories, and testing centers scattered across the world. Assistance from anomalous items, front companies, and under-the-table dealings are commonly used to prevent discovery. Individuals stumbling across the group by mistake are often bribed into silence or become products themselves. Kabushiki Kawaii is strictly focused on maintaining a low profile, and will not actively confront the Authority- but will make every attempt to stay hidden when discovered. Authority agents who have attempted to infiltrate Kabushiki laboratories have been rumored to become victims of their experimentation, although this cannot be fully confirmed.

The SCP Foundation works to apprehend any anomalies created by Kabushiki Kawaii for questioning and proper containment. Should a front company, laboratory, or testing center be identified, Authority forces are to clear the location and recover any anomalies or files found for research and containment purposes.




Being a sales manager at Kabushiki Kawaii generally ensures a constant flow of colourful characters in and out of your office, which is to be expected when you’re dealing with the kind of clientele who wish to purchase a living, breathing human being- more so when those human beings are made-to-order anomalous frankensteins. All considered, Jonathan Grunch probably shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was when he found a stout, cloaked man with an entire Nurse Shark for a left arm (He’d been sure to google the species shortly after the man walked in) and some kind of glowing rune carved into his skull (Which he had also been sure to google, but with less success) shambling into his office at eleven in the morning. Still, a client is a client, and this one was asking for a big enough order to overlook his… oddities.

With a quick realization that the walking video game miniboss had finished his rant about… evolution? The Cambrian explosion? It was hard to tell, and Jonathan had zoned out about five seconds in to go back to unsuccessfully googling the rune. Still, he was obviously done with it, and his blank stare indicated he wanted an answer to something.

“Right… before we continue, and I apologize for the repetition, but I must ask specifically- what did you say your.. 'organization' was after, again?”

Smooth, as always. Or, at least, smooth enough to get the insane shark man to get back to business.

The man’s eyes narrow for a moment, but whatever thought caused it quickly passes out of his mind. Possibly into that of the shark, given its expression, but then again they’ve always been hard faces to read.

“We uh, we need six of ya’ finest produce, at whatever’s ya’ most modest price”

His voice as gruff and New Jerseyian as one might expect from a squat, round man with a shark for an arm, but underpinned with the kind of naivety only a poorly informed buyer can muster. An easy sell, obviously.

“And… what product would that be, sir? We offer a large number of fine products at, of course, a reasonable price for such luxury quality. You won’t find anyone else offering the kind of quality service we do here.”

Predominantly because any competitor had been bankrupted, bought out, exposed then turned over to The Authority and, in one particularly gratuitous case, assassinated by a covert squad of elite half-feline operatives. That didn’t make it less true, of course, and obviously the shark-cult-rune-man agreed. He wouldn’t be here otherwise.

“Oh of course, of course, ya’ know we wouldn’t expect any less. Yous got a good track record with some buddies of ours- we uh, we was hopin’ you’d be able ta’ hook us up the same as you did for those guys. Great Lakes Malthus, was their name.”

Jonathan barely managed to suppress a scowl at being reminded of that fiasco, choosing instead to chew on his lip in feigned thoughtfulness.

“Hmm. Right, of course, the… GLM. Right.”

He took another moment of lip-chewing to try and regain composure, only stopping when the obnoxious taste of copper started to inform him that the act was slipping.

“I.. am contractually obligated to remind you that modifying or altering our products without the use of a proprietary-licensed member of our genetic support staff is against our terms of service. Of course, I don’t mean to be presumptuous of your intentions, but following the… incident you’re referring to, we made substantial changes to the transparency of our modification policies.”

Just being forced to remember the paperwork headache that was the disposal of eighty four shambling flesh monstrosities- that is, amateurish shambling flesh monstrosities, the slobbering morons couldn’t even be bothered to shell out for an actual fleshsmith, and just tried to homebrew it- was already giving him a migraine. It’s not easy to kill something that’s already technically (and, according to at least four major religions) dead, let alone one that’s broken its mental conditioning and decided it’s time to go kill-bill on its creators. Legal must’ve had a field day trying, and failing, to weasel out of a refund.

Still, he didn’t pick this shark man to be a total idiot, so self inflicted suicide via mutated C cup cat girls seemed unlikely to be his intent.

“Oh, yes, of course, we ain’t lookin’ to uh, follow in their footsteps (gods rest their souls). We just, ya’ know, me and the boys are just hurtin’ for new recruits. Thought some foxy little ladies, and boys a’ course since it’s twenty-nineteen, would help bring in the new blood, ya’ know?”

As if to top off the sentiment, the shark grafted to his left shoulder gasped in an uncomfortably audible show of its agreement. Jonathan’s sigh in reply managed to twist itself into a whistle of agreement just quickly enough to avoid detection.

“Hm, well, I think we can definitely do that. Testimonials show our products can improve sales rates by up to 23.2% when used in an advertising role, similar results seem likely for… group membership. Do you have a model in mind?”

The number seemed to perk the man up- or, the man and the shark? The two’s status as independent entities, or simply two portions of the same beast, remained unclear. He’d have to google it later. Whatever he was, all four of his eyes glistened at the possible improvement.

“Oh wonderful! Wonderful, sounds very good to me, we uh- ya’ got any of those kit-soony girls? We heard they’re hot right now with the kids, I think ‘cause of the Naruto.”

It took a significant amount of effort to ignore the man’s pronunciation and swap tabs from “runeology.com/sharks” into the internal KK database. Everyone remembers the fancy names advertisement cooks up, but only the most obnoxious office know-it-alls know the model numbers off by heart, and Grunch had no intent of being that pathetic.

“Right. In that style we have the… Deluxe Vulpes Package- full gender spectrum, full suite of extras available, the.. ah, an older model, the Sacred Flame line- only female, these ones, but they come in all age ranges, depending on your, ahem, preferences. Aaaand..”

A new entry? Not unusual, but the vulpine range hadn’t been as popular as expected, not too many buyers anymore, so the idea R&D would scrape something new for it was suspicious. Still, another option, and one hot off the presses by the looks of it.

“Ah, an extremely new luxury line, first shipping to be available a few weeks from now. Seems like they just pulled the genetic template together from some trace genes. They’re calling them the… hrm. The ‘Hiroshima Special’? That’s.. I suppose that’s HR’s problem. It’s a good package though, female-only again but with a full suite of anomalous extras baked in, some stuff like minor shapeshifting, all at no charge.”

He scrolled through the profile a little further, memorizing a few smaller quirks of the model. Innate potential to learn some more anomalous tricks? Potential to expand some of the genetic elements into part of the shapeshifter lines? And… huh. That’s certainly a new one.

“Hm, says here it’s even made with real Kitsun- ah, ‘kit-soony’ genetic material. No idea where the labs scraped that from, but makes it fairly unique amongst our lines.”

The occult man’s face, and indeed, general bodyplan, indicated he cared very little for authenticity in his products, particularly in his living advertising fodder.

“Ah, nah, don’t need none a’ that stuff. Just wanna go with the uh, Sacred Flames ones, don’t need no fancy extras. How much do ya’ think they’d cost?”

Jonathan creaked out a thoughtful “hm” as he scrolled up and down the catalogue aimlessly. He knew the pricing offhand, of course, you don’t make it to head of sales without it, but this was obviously a man who’d appreciate the appearance of effort, and that was a bare minimum he was prepared to offer.

“Right, six Sacred Flame would normally cost you, with our…” The urge to say “unfortunate” welled up, and was subsequently suppressed “…ahem, Friend Referral discount, would total to 80 000 USD.”

The immediate frown on the man- and possibly also on his shark- showed the con was working as expected. Malthus were not a group considered particularly asset rich.

“…However, as it’s a bulk purchase, an old model, and we have a surplus- that ensures you’re not paying for gestation- your total drops to… Hm, 45 500? I’ll have to tell sales about this one, this is basically selling at a loss!”

The frown(s?) turned instantly, and the occultist quickly scrambled to pull some kind of glowing card from his pocket, slapping it on the table. Luckily for everyone involved, he decided not to utilize the shark arm.

“Oh that’s wonderful, thank yous’, I can do that deal right here- do ya’ take American Runic Express?”

Jonathan, whose hands raised a little too defensively at the suddenly produced artifact, quickly drops them and shakes his head.

“Oh, no, my apologies, I’m not authorized to do transactions. I’ll forward you on to Martha, the sales exec, she’s a wonderful woman and will be sure to hash out the finer details with you.”

Truth was he certainly could authorize payments, but even the idea of nailing down the value of whatever golden orbs and flesh dollars this schmuck counted as currency was giving him a migraine. Either way, Martha had taken his yogurt out of the office fridge yesterday and she was in for some karmic retribution anyway.

“Ah thank yous’ mister, uh, Gunch? I’ll be sure ya’ tell m’ friends about yous’ and your great service!”

With that, he hobbled out of the office, dripping a steady stream of… something that could’ve been saliva, salt water or something in between, from the maw of his dangling piscine arm, and onto the waiting shag carpet.

With a sigh, Jonathan tapped the button on his intercom, the electronic click indicating a connection.

“Janice? Forward the… lovely man onto Martha. Oh.. and be a doll, could you figure out what my next appointment is? I need a chaser after that guy.”

The crumbling of papers echoed back through the intercom for a moment, before a voice just chipper and focus-tested enough to betray its lab-grown nature replied.

“Oh of course mister Grunch! Hmm… says here you’ve got a meeting with a um… hm, a representative from a group calling themselves ‘Moms Against Magic’? I um, I see her out in the lobby, she’s holding a protest sign.”

A frustrated sigh that’d built itself up steadily over the last half hour exploded from Jonathan, and his left temple began to throb distinctly.

“God, tell management I’m clocking out for lunch.”



Cat Girl X3.531X5

Congratulations on your new cat-girl! You have chosen a companion that will bring you years of joy, friendship and love. That said, there are a few things you will need to know about the proper care and maintenance of your new cat-girl. So, first off we'll need to go over the basics.

Essential Requirements.
1. Clothes:
Your cat girl will require basic clothing. Nothing too fancy at first is required. It is likely the shelter or breeder you received her from only had her wear basic t-shirts and pants/shorts. Almost any brand will do as long as they are cotton or natural fiber cat-girls have delicate skin. Undergarments' are at your discretion. Let your cat-girl smell and mark indicated rubbing her cheek against them the new clothing after you have handled the new clothing and rubbed them on your face before attempting to dress her in them. It is important she recognizes these clothes as gifts from her master your odor and are thus now hers her odor. Nicer, flashier clothing can be purchased later once your cat-girl settles into her new home, if you intend to Show or Breed her. Ferals and strays instinctively will wear whatever clothing they can scavenge. It is imperative that you get such a cat-girl her own clothing in accordance with the previously mentioned guidelines so that she will bond with you more quickly as her provider and caretaker. Be sure to undress a feral/stray with care when presenting her with new clothes. Her old clothes are a symbol of her old unbonded life and should be disposed of out her sight.
Shoes are optional and should not be forced. Shoes should still be required when the temperature reaches near freezing, if traveling outdoors..

2. Litter Box Logic
A. Many cat-girls are initially raised to use litter pans for elimination. By the time they are sexually mature a good breeder will typically have them toilet trained and you will only have to show her the basic functions of flushing and the location of sanitary cleaning materials.

However, if your cat-girl is a stray/feral from a shelter it is possible she was never fully toilet trained. This matter is fairly easily rectified in a few ways. When your cat-girl evinces signs of elimination squatting-straining calmly and carefully pick her up under the arms and place her on the toilet. Gently hold her there until she eliminates. Demonstrate proper sanitary wiping upon completion. Your cat-girl is a sanitary and fastidious creature. She will very quickly grasp the mechanics of clean and safe elimination on the toilet and be much happier for it, as will you.
B. Unfortunately, some cat girls have never been toilet trained or even spent much time indoors. This is especially true of strays and ferals. Additional time and patience is required to achieve the desired result. If your cat-girl will not permit you to pick her up to move to the toilet, when she evinces elimination it will be necessary to gradually shape her behavior. Be aware this may take a few days to a week or more. When she evinces elimination quickly and calmly place a Cat-Girlz! Brand floor nappy underneath her.
She will quickly equate the nappy with the spot for elimination. Again, cat-girls are neat and clean creatures about elimination. Now move the floor nappy closer to the bathroom each time, till finally the nappy is in front of the toilet. Then finally place the nappy over the toilet bowl. She will quickly grasp the implications. Be sure to use soothing and calm words during this procedure and praise her effusively when she eliminates on the proper instrument. Cat-girls, even strays and ferals are quick to respond to positive reinforcement.

3. Feeding Facts

Your new cat-girl has particular dietary concerns. A proper diet will ensure a fit, active and healthy companion of many years. A poor diet can result in an overweight, lethargic cat-girl with serious health issues.

Your cat-girl is bred to be specifically compatible with most human food. However particular care must be given avoid certain types of food except for occasional treats.

A proper diet consists of a large amount of daily protein intake to keep her happy and active.

We suggest:
50% low-fat meats, chicken, fish, and beef. She can eat them raw or cooked. It is suggested that the majority of her meat to be cooked to avoid possible intestinal parasites and to keep her breath smelling acceptable. Kitty-Klean mouthwash is highly recommended in any event.

40% fresh vegetables and fruits. You cat-girl should immediately express an interest in fresh greenery. Encourage this. A cat-girl eating plenty of greens is cute to watch and is a cat-girl with a healthy digestive tract. IF your cat-girl is reluctant to eat fruits and vegetables, encourage her with the application of Krazy-Kat protein spray on them. It's delicious!

8% Grains. Cat girls enjoy occasional grains such as rice, barley and the like. Be careful with these! They can make her feel unpleasantly bloated!

2% or less Sugary Snacks . Your cat-girl will love sugary snacks. They are NOT good for her! It will give her energy and taste delicious but provide no nutrition! Save sugary snacks for a special treat.
Alcohol: should never be given to your cat-girl. It is metabolized in them in a similar fashion to humans. But an amount that would get an average person "buzzed" will likely have them passed out. Fortunately the smell of liquor is generally reviled by most breeds and can used to on objects to discourage their interest.

If your cat-girl begins to develop a belly, you should first cut back on sweets and attempt more vigorous exercise routines and longer play-time with her. If your cat-girl is from a less active breed you can control her weight by reducing the meal portion sizes and breaking them up over a period of time during the course of a day. It is important to keep your cat-girl on a schedule of feeding and to avoid snacking. Do not reward her begging. We know that can be darn hard!! But remember it's for her own good!
If you choose to take your meals with your cat girl at the table, it is best to let her have her own bowl. Utensils may not be required. Some of the more intelligent breeds are instinctive mimics and derive pleasure from imitating their masters with utensils. If she doesn't appear to want to use or be interested in utensils do NOT force them on her. Remember, cat-girls can be quite stubborn.

4. Grooming and Bathing


Your catgirl will spend a large amount of time grooming herself. Catgirls find their appearance very important and find the relationship between their own look and those of other catgirls very important.

Again, breeders will generally instruct your catgirl in the basic rudiments of grooming their head hair and taking care of the appearance of their ears and tail. Typically in these cases you will only have to provide your catgirl a mirror and basic grooming items: brushes, catgirl hair oils and catgirl soaps and skin conditioners.

DO NOT use human soaps and shampoos on your catgirl, her skin and scalp are very delicate. Take care to ONLY use S.P.C.G.A. approved products. If the breeder has been using a particular brand it is a good idea to stick with what your catgirl knows already.

Ferals and strays often have some difficulty with grooming, as they have never been taught properly. If this is the case, wait until you see your catgirl attempting to groom. This will often involve an awkward attempt to either lick or run her fingers through her hair. She may become a bit distressed and depressed. Sit beside her and offer her a soft brush. Be sure to let her smell and mark it.
This is important: Strays and ferals are very, very sensitive about items not marked as "theirs and master's". By establishing "her" property your stray/feral will begin to bond. The importance of her accepting you as her provider and caretaker is difficult to even exaggerate!
Begin gently, carefully brushingher hair from crown to back of her head. Be cautious of snags and snarls especially around the ears. After a few strokes your catgirl should have her eyes half-closed and she should begin to purr, demonstrating her pleasure and contentment. Catgirls enjoy being touched and petted by a beloved caretaker as much as any -girl. This simulates the grooming her mother provided when she was still in her care. Continue until her hair is brushed out neatly and the tufts of hair on her ears are lying smooth and untangled.

Praise her during the brushing and after. Offer her the mirror to see herself and praise/pet her. It won't take her long to get the hang of it! She will quickly begin to groom herself if left the tools once shown how. This alone should perk her up and provide valuable bonding tie. Be careful not to spoil her much by doing all the grooming!She may come to expect you do it every day, and you might find it hard to say no!

You need to be very careful about attempting to brush your catgirl's tail. Most are remarkably possessive of their tail. Indeed, their tail is the pride and dignity of your catgirl. Most catgirl spats and fights are started over insults and touching another catgirl's tail uninvited.
They generally prefer to groom their own tails. Attempting to do so without her explicit permission often ends in hissing, spitting and even biting! Therefore, it's strongly recommended not to go there unless invited. If you are lucky enough to have your own catgirl offer you their tail to groom, you should be honoured to be held in such high esteem by her. Please be certain to treat it with your utmost respect.


As previously entioned, your catgirl is a remarkably neat and clean creature, but even that being the case, she will require regular bathing. If she is a sedentary breed she may only require a weekly bath. More active breeds that energetically play and sweat may require almost daily bathing. Again, we cannot stress strongly enough that you use S.P.C.G.A. approved bathing products. Catgirls have no real body hair except for the head/ears and tail. Thus their skin is vulnerable to strong soaps which may cause itch and painful irritation.

A catgirl from a breeder is used to bathing. She generally will have been bathed with her siblings and mother. It is highly likely she will look forward to bathing. Indeed, many catgirls will investigate the tub while YOU are bathing. It may be difficult to dissuade her from joining you!

Again, ferals and strays may present their own challenges. Coaxing a stray/feral into the water is usually traumatizing, for both the owner and catgirl! Again, behaviour shaping often works best. Your catgirl will begin to display signs of disgust, such as hissing at her reflection in the mirror and demonstrating agitation with grooming herself if she begins to feel unclean and dirty. But if an actual tub of water is too frightening to her and you attempt to force-bathe her, she may become further distressed about her appearance and depressed by disobeying you.

If this occurs you can ease her distress accordingly. Begin by placing some warm water in a medium-sized bowl with some soft natural fiber cloths. Have several soft towels for drying handy. Add some catgirl soap to the warm water, wait until the foam settles. It is usually a good idea to do this in a room without a carpet. Call your catgirl to you and gently undress her. Speak soothingly and sit her on a towel, wring out a washcloth in the warm soapy water and again, let her smell it.

Begin to gently wipe her neck and shoulders. She may tense up initially, but continue wiping and speak calmly and gently to her. Praise and pet her if needed. Make sure the cloth stays warm and is not too sopping wet. Continue to wipe her torso and arms taking care to get under her breasts and arms. Extra care should be taken with catgirl breeds with large breasts as they are very sensitive to the touch even when not in season. By this point she should be relaxed and/or almost comatose! If she is still tense, continue to wash her upper body until she relaxes while speaking soothingly. Mutual trust will get you through this!

The afromentioned doggirl soap can also be used on her hair in lieu of a catgirl shampoo until she can be bathed in a proper tub. Use a bit more water on the wash cloth and be sure to dampen all the hair thoroughly while avoiding getting water in her ears. You would only frustrate her and yourself. The soapy water can be left to dry in her hair without rinsing, as there are quick-drying hypoallergenic compounds in the soap. Make sure her eyes are bright, clear and not bloodshot. Take the opportunity to examine the insides of her ear folds for signs of irritation and wax build-up that may be causing her distress. Feel the muscles of her upper and lower back while washing. They should be firm and should not demonstrate sensitivity. Be alert for anything that seems amiss with her joints and extremities. An ounce of prevention will prevent a lot of pain later. Your catgirl may know something is wrong with her, but she might be unable or unwilling to describe or articulate it properly.

Continue by washing her legs and feet, checking them for splinters, blisters and other injuries. Her legs should bend smoothly and easily. Moving on, be sure to clean her genitals and anus thoroughly. She may become agitated or uncomfortable while doing so initially. Be gentle! This is a sensitive region! Continue to speak soothingly and calmly until done. It is important for her genitals and anus to be clean in or der to avoid irritation and infections of the delicate tissues. Be sure to check for any unusual rashes or signs of irritation. Most catgirls will enjoy this inadvertent genital stimulation during bath time by their masters even when not in season and encourage you to continue, so be careful to not overdo it as it may teach her bad habits!
Continue this "dry bathing" for a week or more, until she is comfortable with it. Then move the bathing spot to the bathroom by the tub. Then over the next few times try "dry bathing" with her in the empty tub until she willingly climbs into the tub. Next, have about an inch of warm water in the tub. Then a few more inches, then one time with the tap running very softly. Eventually she will happily jump into a full tub with or without you! Be sure to offer her the washcloth and indicate her tail. She should generally be left alone to wash her own tail, unless she indicates it is alright for you to do so. Remember, you are handling your doggirl pride and joy! Treat it with dignity and respect, and she'll thank you for it.

Showers should generally be avoided as catgirls' ears can be filled with water easily if the water pressure is too high, causing ear-aches and possible ear infections. If your catgirl insists on showering with you, coax her into wearing a waterproof shower cap. Then wash her hair in the sink or tub normally. Your catgirl will quickly learn how to run a bath for herself when she needs one, or you can get her on a schedule to bathe with you.

Your catgirl will learn her grooming and bathing habits from YOU so be sure to do a good job!

Help dry her if desired and leave her to finish her own grooming with a brush unless she indicates otherwise. Some catgirls will dry themselves once they know what to do and others will be insistent about their master doing it. Remember, the same rules about her tail apply as in grooming or bathing as to drying. Bath times should be an enjoyable experiance for you both together or a source of pride for her to be able to do it by herself.

5. Safety in the Home

Your cat-girl, as she settles in to her new home, will be both
adventurous and very cautious about exploring. Be sure your home is a
safe and inviting place.
1. Keep sharp objects which are usually shiny out her reach
2. Make sure the household plants are "cat-girl" safe, see catgirlcare.org/plantinfo for more information
3. Keep your dirty clothes in a sealable hamper. She will likely end up
finding the scent of her master intoxicating so to keep your clothes
safe keep them put up. dog-girls are not alone in this behavior.
4. Insure she cannot get herself tangled up in power cords while you may or may not be at home.
5. Make sure any cleaning chemicals, cooking ingredients and medicines are secured.
6. Ensure doors and windows are locked till you are sure she will not
wander outside unless accompanied by a household member.

6. Playtime!

Your cat-girl is an inquisitive, bright and intelligent being. Depending on the breed and specific breeder plans your cat-girl will be at least as intelligent as a 5 year old human toddler to being almost indistinguishable from a late teenage girl. These descriptions are not entirely comparable as she will in either case be a fully functional member of her own species regardless. And as such they will crave stimulation and activity in levels determined by breed, intelligence and personality. Luckily for you, she will be distracted by almost anything. Any of the Petgirlco line of cat-girl toys will keep her endlessly entertained. Keep in mind the best playtime she will have will be when YOU are playing with her.
She will enjoy stalking and pouncing on you if you are so inclined or watching TV, or observing you in your hobbies. If you allow this be SURE to correct her if she bites while roughhousing. When she is done playing be sure to stop. Some cat-girls, from the more intelligent
breeds, may show interest in particular TV shows and even books! Teaching your cat-girl basic literacy is possible, again depending on your patience, her breed and personality. You may find having a fairly articulate and literate cat-girl a bit more of a handful than some
Owners who do not encourage this, but you will have companion that can react better in an emergency involving you or her home and to say nothing of a companion you can converse with!

You should generally keep your cat-girl indoors unless accompanied by you or a household member. Many owners enjoy taking their cat-girl out shopping and to parks to play. This can be a bit risky with other cat-girls and dog-girls around. If she is well trained and an intelligent breed, outings may prove beneficial to her advanced socialization and acquiring additional life skills. It is important to keep her in check as the outside world will be full of sights smells and other -girl animals she has not experienced. The situation may be a bit daunting for her at first. Try time in the yard first. Progress to short trips around the neighborhood. before leaving familiar areas. Most cat-girls if coaxed and encouraged can easily travel in cars and trains even on long trips. Be sure to bring toys and snacks!

7. Downtime

Cat-girls will typically sleep about 10-14 hours a day. Some owners claim they need so much sleep because of their supercharged levels of energy for the rest of the day! She will usually curl up with her master before naps. This is an excellent time for bonding by petting and stroking her. She will indicate her contentment by a rhythmic purring and her ears laying slight back and down. She may smile and sigh and snuggle against you and "kneed" her fingers in your legs. Cat-girls have been shown to have a therapeutic affect on individuals suffering from depression and high levels of stress. Depending on her age she may even attempt to nurse on finger or piece of cloth! Don't be offended, this is a singular honor your cat girl is paying you unconsciously.

It is your choice as to the disposition of her sleeping arrangements. Some owners have a normal human bed prepared, others a small cushioned area for her to stretch out on. Still others allow their cat-girl to sleep in the same bed. Regardless of your choice it is important to mark her sleeping space with your scent. However your cat-girl may wish to make her own sleeping arrangements Allow her to explore a bit. Strays and ferals are more prone to sleeping alone in their home till they get used to their new life. Then they usually desire the presence of their master while sleeping. Cat-girls rarely sleep in clothing they generally find it too constricting so be sure their clean clothing is nearby for dressing when they awaken. Ferals and strays are usually extremely difficult to relocate from the owner's bed if they have gotten used to sleeping there, be alert to this. They will jealously and even violently defend their sleeping privilege against dog-girls and rabbit girls and even human females! So be warned if you let your cat-girl share your bed on regular basis.

8. Health Concerns
Cat girl breeds are specifically tested and monitored to ensure the maximum healthy lifespan and identify any possible weaknesses in them. Your cat-girl will require a visit to your local Cat-Girl Health Care Provider within 6 months to insure that she is settling in with her master and that no lurking health issues have yet to surface, then visits yearly thereafter. The CGHCP will give you an overall view her health and any additional advice or lifestyle/feeding changes that may be needed.
All approved breeders are carefully monitored to ensure the litters produced are full of healthy, energetic and intelligent kittens. Genetic screening on kittens is done in the first few weeks following birth to make sure all gene markers are within norms. This will ensure cat-girl companions that will have long and happy lives. The average life of your cat-girl will depend on the breed but due to advances in nano-tech you can easily expect a lifelong companion!

It is still of vital importance for owners watch over their cat-girls overall health under the guidance of an accredited CGHCP.
If you notice sudden changes in your cat-girls temperament, bowel movements, appetite and/or vomiting or diarrhea than last more than 24 hours: Contact your CGHCP IMMEDIATELY!

9. Reproductive Concerns:
Your cat-girl, upon sexual maturity usually in her 5-7th year, will go into "season" 3-4 times a year. During this time she will be sexually receptive and capable of conceiving. Do not breed your cat-girl unless under the strict supervision of a Licensed and Accredited Breeder Registered cat-boys are rare and rigorously screened for genetic defects; a mating with an unlicensed male can produce still born offspring or worse! *

Identifying that your cat-girl is in "season" or "heat" is fairly easy. She will be flushed in the face. She will be even more insistent for your affection, often in socially awkward ways. She may even avoid you and alternate between extremes of affection and anger!

Her behavior may envince in appropriate behaviors in front of other. She may begin touching her genitals and may insist that you do so as well in inappropriate situations. Your cat-girl may "present" at you randomly *getting on all fours and lifting her buttocks towards you* and even attempt to have you mount her during bathing or grooming, by awkwardly pulling you onto her. She may rub up inappropriately against objects for sexual stimulation.

This awkward behavior can be handled thusly:
Cat-CareCo.'s Feline Relief pills. They contain a synthetic progesterone analogue to suppress the ovulation cycle and a mild tranquilizer to minimize the undesired behaviors. A single pill with her morning meal will keep her decently calm for up to 24-32 hours. The known side effects are excessive sleeping, headache, nausea and lack of appetite. This is an excellent option for owners during busy work periods or owners that are a bit squeamish about their cat-girls breeding cycle. If drug control of your cat-girl's ovulation is contraindicated by current medication or an aversion to synthetic hormones or if financial issues prevent purchase there exist other options for the prudent owner.

The worst of your cat girl's behaviors can be mitigated with daily manual stimulation during her ovulation week.
Make sure your hands are clean and/or you are wearing a latex glove. When she "presents" kneel behind her and pull her pants down, spread her thighs as needed. Place one hand on the small of her back just above the tail and apply firm pressure *this simulates the weight of a male* Take the other hand and gently insert your fore finger into her vagina. The number of fingers will depend upon the build of your cat-girl. Given the state of her agitation you may need to add an additional finger or two.
She should not require lubrication if in season. The cat-girl vagina was modeled closely on the human female vagina to facilitate easier care. Curl the finger(s) slightly upward and work them up to the last knuckle in a back and forth motion. Start slowly and work up to a fast and firm pace. Your cat-girl should begin to vocalize (moan, mew, whimper, growl) and tightly contract her vaginal muscles against your fingers and press her hips back against your hand. She will climax at least once over 3-5 minutes, perhaps more. Her climax (analogous to a human female's orgasm) is usually indicated by loud vocalizations, rhymic contractions of her vagina followed by slumping over, ragged breathing and panting. At this point, it is usually a good idea to give her a break.

Continue finger insertion until this occurs, and then rapidly and with force insert your fingers several more times and then stop while pushing the tips of your fingers firmly against her cervix for several seconds. *this simulates the male's orgasm" The extra force you use to simulate male climax will not injure her, as a male's penis is knobby and covered with nurled spines, and can be generally fairly painful for your cat-girl, so even if you are fairly clumsy and unsure it will be difficult to cause her discomfort or injury.
Now spent, this is a good time to wipe her vagina of the accumulated sexual lubrication fluids she has produced in abundance. You may notice a scent of salty and slightly sweet. This is normal. She may shake uncontrollably if you wipe her with too much pressure, so be gentle!

She's had an exhausting run! Stroke her hair gently and talk encouragingly to her. This is a time of extremes of emotion, stress and agitation for your cat-girl. Please be supportive and extra kind to her during this period!
She may sleep, or rest for a bit and likely awake and seek another round of stimulation. The first round is generally the longest, next time or two can usually be brief. At this point it is generally unlikely she will require more attention till the next day. This will depend on your cat-girl's personality.

Exercise care bathing her after this as her genitals will likely be a bit puffy, red and very sensitive. If she seeks additional stimulation while bathing you can accomplish relief for her by locating and gently manipulating her clitoris in slow clockwise and counter-clockwise circles. At this point, stimulation of her nipples by fingers or mouth will likely be appreciated. If she indicates she desires manual insertion you may do so at your discretion. Her climax may take a bit and be particularly intense and emotional for her, which may be expressed as crying, sobbing or clutching onto you, but will put her out of commission for a while and you can have a well deserved break.
Your cat-girl will likely spend the time you have together that day afterwards being especially attentive and affectionate towards you. You may wish to give her a favorite treat or toy to settle her further down. If she "presents" again in the evening, it is the owner's choice to
indulge her or not if she is not demonstrating distress. This offer for stimulation is most likely a desire to bond further with her master not a desperate hormone induced plea. It is not a good idea to provide manual stimulation in your bed or sleeping area, lest she come to associate mating with the sleeping arrangements! If you live alone this may not be a problem. If you have a significant other, they may very well take that amiss!




Hokkaido, 19931

The southwest-off Hokkaidō earthquake occurred at 13:17:12 UTC on 12 July 1993 in the Sea of Japan near the island of Hokkaidō. It had a magnitude of 7.7 on the moment magnitude scale, triggering a major tsunami that caused deaths on Hokkaidō and in southeastern Russia…




There had been a time, when he felt the sting
Of cold iron on cursed skin.
Throbbing flesh
That cut him deep; Violated
The beating of a heavy hand
Begging God…

There had been a time, the demon screamed;
The hot iron pierced his skin.
Pulsing flesh
That acrid sweat; Cried to hear it:
The lumber of heavy steps

There had been a cage, each night; It seemed
The nightmare wouldn't end
Grasping limbs
That fucked deep. Haunted by it;
The never-ending sleep of Hell

"-GOD!" he shrieked. Back from Hell. Buzzing fluorescent light. Ishmael's eyes shot open, fixated blearily on the stenciled image in white paint on a bare, concrete wall; Vitruvian Man, he thought. A hooded figure in a full mask pulled away, withdrawing the needle from the boy's stomach. "Pray?" the boy sneered, "What do you plan to extract from me? I know I do not belong in this world. But you know that too, already; don't you?"

"They said you liked to talk," came the male voice. Soft, a bit nasally; probably not a fighter, but he couldn't be sure of that.

The cambion chuckled. "Yes, well I was sleeping; I have friends?" he quickly added, the implication being they might go searching for him. "They will find me. I am…" Ishmael smirked; whispered: "Precious!"

"Oh, you are precious," his captor muttered sarcastically. "Who are you?"

"Call me Ishmael?"

"Cute. Who are you working for, Authority?"

"Ah-heh?! I? Nonsense. They would not allow such a thing as myself to wriggle about their inner workings; even on a leash. I am Vatican, sir." Those little bat wings protruding from his head fluttered softly, prompting the man to pinch one between his thumb and finger, and gently pull on it. "Ah-? Ahh! Stop it!" Ishmael growled. "That hurts, stupide!"

"You look like some loose merchandise from the Japs."

"Ah? You think I'm ugly, sir? The devil has a second face, you know." Ishmael's voice dropped to a whisper. "On his ass!" he hissed.

He ran a hand across a small brand on the cambion's thigh, protected by a thin, medical glove: SLUT it said, burned into boy's flesh. A plain, silver cross dangled from a piercing on his right nipple. "Kabushiki2 thugs did a number on you." The man looked up. He couldn't tell, with the mask, but Ishmael felt eyes on him. "Why's the Church meddling in the slave trade? They're some of their biggest customers."

"More than you would know, boy…"

"Boy," he remarked, seemingly taken aback. "How old are you, exactly?"

"Ah. Time. Time is roue du miserie, fool- But? If I must wager a guess? Four? Five hundred years?"

"I doubt that. Things like you don't live very long. Especially when they go out of their way to get in trouble. You seem like a bad idea someone came up with in their basement. You expect me to believe you're hundreds of years old?"

"I was lucky. And rescued on one occasion. Perhaps we make two, yes?"

"Don't count on it," he said. "Still didn't answer my question: Why were you sent here?"

"Here? Then we are still in Japan. Interesting. I've not been out long."

"You've still got flesh and blood. Bone. But no balls; I'm guessing you pissed someone off." The man leaned close, issuing a low, growling threat. "I'd watch my mouth if I were you."

Hm. Maybe more dangerous than first surmised. "Ahhh, so serious. I am helpless, sir! If I were planning to escape, I would certainly keep what I've learned to myself. Is better to play fool than be found wise; certainly, in situations like this!" A skeptical gaze lingered, before the man capped the syringe and set it on the plastic cart next to him. Ishmael squirmed in his bonds. Naked. Cold. Stainless steel against his back. Leather at his wrists and ankles; limbs outstretched like the image before him. Felt like something leftover from the Kawaii sex dungeons; probably was. That's right, he thought. "Did they make it?" The cambion tried not to sound too concerned, but simply asking was enough to betray his intent.

"No." The man didn't turn from his work, picking up a cotton swab next. "Last I heard, they were pumped full of lead. Authority probably fished their bodies out of the river and incinerated them."

Ishmael cast his gaze aside, head secured in a strap. "I see." A cruel answer his captor had given, and quite intentionally, but it told Ishmael they'd not found any bodies. His mind worked, rapidly exploring what options he had. Wait for an opportunity? Always had time to wait, but any avenue of escape had to be assessed here and now, considering the very real possibility of being drugged again; His next cell might be a grave.

"Why were they so important?"

Ishmael's answer could have been seen as deflecting if he weren't so visibly crushed upon replying: "They weren't…"

"Open your mouth?"

"…you are going to put your hand near my fangs? You really should have obtained that sample while I was still asleep."

"Are you going to bite me?"

Ishmael sighed. "No. No, I suppose not."

The man took a swab from the cambion's mouth and carefully stored it next to the stomach sample. "That's everything," he said, pausing once more to ask: "Vatican?"


"Why tell me that? Assuming it's true."

The cambion could only chuckle at that; an amused little scoff, as he told the man, "I'm proud. Perhaps a bit too proud, but… if you knew me, you would know… why I so readily proclaim this? There is… no reason; to trust a demon. I will never argue to the contrary. My entire life is the result of a demon. And to have such an esteemed clergy accept my contribution? Is an honor. Is why I tell you this."

"…interesting," was all the man said, wheeling the cart toward the exit.

The cambion turned his eyes to the symbol on the wall, once more: Vitruvian Man…

No More Tears Axa
"From here to Jerusalem, no girl had a prettier neck4," Ishmael said, sliding the long sleeves over his arms. A dingy, white thing with a faded logo; SAVE LIVES; GIVE BLOOD. "Was never a girl more elegant. You have to understand, I had been denied a touch my entire life, spare the occasional, mm- accident? I would touch her a thousand times over."

"You don't seem like someone interested in girls, if you don't mind me saying."

"Is not the most unusual thing I have been told. I am curious as to why you let me dress."

"Same reason you're asking."



"Hm! I- mm…" Ishmael examined his bare hands; held them up. "I need-?"

"Here you go," said the man, plucking a pair of latex surgical gloves from a box.

"Hardly fashionable," the cambion remarked, each glove snapped into place, before he tugged his shirtsleeves down over the back of his hands. By the time he'd finished, Ishmael was dressed head-to-toe. A bit warm, but he'd have to make due with a hooded sweatshirt, the old University of Tokyo logo crumpled as he allowed the hem of the bulky article to rest on his shoulders, much like that old mantle from bygone years, the hood pulled over his head, short hair tucked neatly behind his ears. "But, is necessary," he sighed. "Do you have to point that gun at me??"

"I dunno, do I?"

"I should think not, sir! I do have friends; they will find me. And I am more than willing to argue in your defense. You saved me from the Yakuza. I do not believe you are affiliated with them?" The man shook his head; the cambion continued. "And you have been a gracious host. It would be rude of me to take advantage of such kindness. Especially since you spared me worse rape. I think I prefer a few needles to what they'd planned for me." Ishmael tossed the bulkier set of sleeves over his shoulders. "What do you hope to learn?"

"Ideally?" The masked technician holstered the gun. "Everything."

"And that?" Ishmael nodded to the chessboard on the table.

"Helps to make the conversation a bit more interesting."

"Ohh," The cambion grinned. "I like how you think…"

"Guess we'll see if the feeling's mutual." He watched the boy gently pull the chair out and sit across from him. "Axa?"

"Ai? If you like, I suppose."

"Isn't that your name?"

"My name is lost in time, sir. Gone for sake of upholding the truth. I am black?"

"If you want- What do you mean lost?"

"Lost," he sighed, his head briefly eye-level with the board. "Certainly you would know the history of, ah- many undesirables. That they are not wanted, even in remembrance. Their presence is a stain on what a people wish to believe is true." Axa examined a pawn in his gloved hand and smiled. "Red!" he commented. "My father's estate produced a dye; is called kermes. Same as the oak, you know?"

The man softly shook his head. "Afraid I don't."

"Named for the little bug that eats the sap, of the tree which also sometimes takes its name. It makes a beautiful sanguine dye, worn by royalty; knights. Is why the color was so common to La Garde."

"I'm guessing Montaign wasn't lost in time, then."

"I'm far too proud," Axa sighed, looking up from the board with a smile. "You already know me so well. I am sure we will get along famously." He set the pawn back. "En garde!"

White opened with the king's pawn.

Black opened with the queen's knight…

No More Lies Axa
So far each side had worked to carefully avoid the other. Avoid trading, as their pieces developed. The cambion was remarkably passive, reacting to every move with a clever, nigh-unbreakable defense, but nothing resembling an offensive had taken shape in his ranks. This wasn't defensive by any merit of strategy, the man concluded; it was all short-sighted. Easy to break down. If every move was reactionary, it stood to reason that he would be the master manipulator in this instance. "What is a demon, exactly?"

"I devour the souls of men."

"That's it? Five hundred years must've given you some kind of insight besides that."

"No." The boy shook his head. "I have seen too many confusing things to believe there is any cosmological consistency in something that should not exist in the first place. God may have a plan for everything, but I'm afraid that Divine Providence only works if we do not have free will. Many, they say: Ah! The Lord allows us free will as part of His plan! As if there is some definite chain of events; prophecy! But there are two worlds, I think. The Lord's, in which none of this could transpire, sir. And the world of the free. A truly infinite God would know the bounds of each and every world, surely. We are free in this world; you are as I. It makes my choices that much more painful to consider. That I am a demon by choice, despite my many protests. Many will delude themselves into believing they have control, to dull the sting of Fortuna's whip. Then, there are those who delude themselves into believing they had no other choice, so they might live justified in their sin. I wish I had no choice in the matter; I would at least be innocent. But I am a demon. Sin is in my very nature."

"So you don't know what you are?"

"Depends. Do you know what is a man?"

"You have no proof that's what I am, but I can see your point. Curious: why did you protect your knights?"


"You valued them a bit too much. It would have been better to sacrifice them early to control the center. Instead they retreated all over the board and allowed me to develop."

"And then I lost them," he sighed. "And you sacrificed your bishops early, yes? Strange; should be the reverse, I think."

"Why's that?"

"Well- check -the Church was largely ignored in my home country. Is strange to think we had quite a secular government, but most men were Christian anyway, so it hardly mattered. Make no mistake! We had our saints and canon. Began to differ somewhat from the Church at the time. After all, we had seen gods with our own eyes. Killed them even! Such a thing surely has a tendency to build hubris and doubt, no?"

"And yet you're Catholic."

"Is a church, not a god," Axa dryly retorted. "I am in many churches. I liken them more to an exclusive club than any house of God. Is why I am so proud; do you know how long I yearned for that acceptance? To be welcome, if only in secret, is more than I could ever hope for any other day."

"And what does your club make you do?"

"Mostly? Hunt other things like me. Is the deal. I will burn my brethren if I am last to the fire." Axa shrugged. "Everything burns in the end; is a war of attrition. What club do you belong to, if I may ask?"

"You don't know?" the man asked incredulously. "Frankly I'm shocked you asked that before my name."

"Pah, what's in a name?"

"Church of Malthus5," the man replied.

"Interesting- I am not aware of this one??"

"You're lucky you're not affiliated with RPC. Wouldn't be sitting here right now playing chess if you were working for those bastards."

The cambion chuckled. "I cannot find myself in disagreement, there. They're barbarians, the lot of them. Quite stupide if I am to be honest. Short-sighted; they do not understand the implications of their own goals. I am curious though, what are your goals?"

"I'm more interested in learning yours."

"I suppose… I could learn of your church through such a reversal. At least tell me: do you believe in God?"

"Irrelevant, but I have my theories."

"So, in short: no, you do not. You believe in yourself. If you can confirm God exists, then it is by your own hand, not God's, that you acknowledge His presence. Is rather Cartesian, but is there anything truly beyond that?"

"I guess. Why did you risk your life for those girls? Not exactly human. They're engineered with specific mental barriers that make them unable to progress past a certain point."

"Is not everything with some inherent limitation?"

"Absolute limits are chosen," the Malthusian argued.

Axa raised a finger in protest. "Mm! When I was born, I was a mindless, flesh-eating thing. I devoured body, mind, and soul. That is my base form; without potential. That human soul that I craved was potential. The potential to be more than what I was doomed to be. If you look at the spirit as- instead of some residual self-image, not what one already is, but rather what they have the potential to become, you begin to understand how something fully conscious can be considered soulless, ai?"


"Ai! Thus the more soul one has, the more potential to be. Fate is… a state of soullessness. Is no different from a story. A memory carved in stone."

"Even stone becomes dust, but you didn't answer my question."

Axa fell silent, eyes drifting from the board, to his lap. He sat there in a dejected silence for some time before finally answering: "Because she reminded me of her. I cannot undo what has been done; by my own hand no less…" He gazed into his palm, as though cradling that soul. "That potential is gone forever." The cambion lifted his red eyes to the man once more. "At least let me have the story, I would think."

"Why all the deflecting when you could have just said that?"

"Thus, I became a madman6," Axa recited, "And I have found both the freedom of loneliness, and safety from being understood; for those who understand us enslave something in us. But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a thief in jail is safe from another thief…"

For a brief moment, the Malthusian was silent. "What happened to Elise. Better yet, why throw your life away for a glorified sex doll?"


Axa half-chuckled, a sad, little scoff that pass his lips like a cry of surrender. "Sir, isn't it obvious?"

No More Games Axa
The Malthusian's knight captured the demon's pawn; control the center.

Axa was visibly shaken, now; trembling, as the memory came rushing back to him. "Could not bring himself to finish the act…"

The masked man awaited the cambion's next move. "That's not what happened to Elise, though."

"God… Oh God, if I knew he would do that!" Axa slumped forward in his chair, elbows hit the table, as he buried his face in his hands, sobbing furiously. "Elise would still be alive!"

"Oh- Okay, I think you need a break," he stammered. But Axa was inconsolable. The Malthusian got up from his seat and slipped around the table to usher the cambion to his feet. "Come on…"

A cigarette outside…

He had his mask off. He wasn't very handsome. A wiry fellow with thick glasses that rested on a big, Roman nose, and an unflattering crew cut that made his head rather box-shaped, Axa thought. But as he leaned back against the wall of the alley and took a drag off his cigarette, the cambion could not help but to admire something in his posture; the way he carried himself.

"You're… a true knight, sir."

He half-chuckled at that. "What??"

Axa puffed on the cigarette and gazed up at the night sky, the distant wail of emergency sirens carried on the warm breeze. "You are chivalrous. And… honorable. And I am I compelled to recognize this in you." He wiped his eyes on his sleeve.

"You're not so bad yourself." He planted his foot back against the wall. "I'm guessing they don't always do what you want. When you touch them?"

Axa shook his head. "No. I can invoke lust; does not mean I control it…"

"There's some real scum in the world. Real Jack the Ripper types; probably known a few in your time?"

"Ai, sir. Many…"

"That where your uh…" He nodded, gestured toward Axa's nether regions with his cigarette-hand. "Business went?"

The cambion blushed. "It… it… was customary, in that time, for the Church to… sterilize half-breeds like me. To prevent anymore, ah- children of ruin, they called us." Drawing from his cigarette again, Axa exhaled a thick cloud of smoke with a sigh. "Achille was right. It was only a matter of time before they discovered me."

No More Mercy Axa
"Raped her," the Malthusian repeated, his knight retreating.

"And killed her," Axa replied. "I drank her soul. Like that of my own mother, when I was born. I suppose that is the price I paid. Sir Montaign loved that woman, and I- killed her. I am that woman. And I am Elise, perhaps. Perhaps I am none of these." He shook his head. "I don't know who I am. I barely know what I am." The memory still burned in the forefront of his mind. The taste of her blood. Her smooth flesh on his lips. Axa recited: "From here to Jerusalem, no girl had a prettier neck…"

"And you feel regret?"

"Every day."

"You say you- what, go to hell, when you sleep?"

"Is so for all my kind, though I have long since escaped that cage. I dwell in a pretty court of marble and gold. Velvet and silk. Is a gilded cage, but a cage I am much happier to occupy. If Achille had not run me through… I would not have been so weak. So easily coaxed into that feral state by that brute…" Axa sighed. "Please, no more, I have told you what happened to Elise. Is this not enough?"

"Okay." The Malthusian leaned back in his chair. He'd long since removed his mask, exposing an ever present, rather critical gaze. "What if… I could help you."

Axa looked up from his pieces. "With what, sir?"

"Make you… whole, maybe?" the man said with a suggestive shrug. "Wouldn't be able to uh… procreate, but I mean, hey, it works; it's something," he said with an awkward chuckle.

"I'm afraid those scars are mine, sir. They make me. I would not lose what I have suffered so much to obtain."

"I see…"

A tilt of the head, his bangs gently fell to one side. A smirk, revealing his little fangs. "You knew I would say that, didn't you?"

"I had a hunch. I can also release the girl." Axa fell silent; the Malthusian nodded. "Yes. I have her. We fished her out with her friend. The big one; she didn't make it, but-"

The cambion's expression sobered instantly. He leaned forward. "What do you want."

"Who says I want anything?"

"Not to offend? But I've had half a millennia of conversations to know, sir."

The Malthusian sat forward now and laced his fingers under his chin. "Humanity is a… biological time bomb, of sorts. Have you ever heard of a behavioral sink?"

"Calhoun," Axa replied. "Is a response to overcrowding. The demon realms suffer from something similar, I'm to think. I am not sure if our behavior and… aeh- biology? You could say? Is the same, but much of the inferno is… debaucherous, for reasons I sometimes wonder can be explained by science. Why; what does this have to do with anything?"

"Everything. Both you and- I think her name is Inke? Some kind of joke one of the handlers came up with- Both of you detract from human reproduction. It's one of the reasons Kabushiki Kawaii exists. Good for outsourcing research; it's a… mutually beneficial relationship," he said offering a faint gesture of the hand. "It makes sense the most deviant individuals would contribute the least to the human genome for… a number of reasons."


"Inke isn't a threat to the bigger picture. She has a limited lifespan, and her existence has served to prevent the spread of aberrant genes. You, on the other hand; you seem… a bit too dangerous, unfortunately."

"You saw fit to remove your mask before me. I could have spit in your face. It only takes a touch, sir."

"My name is Mark," he said; Axa's brow perked at that. "What?"

"Nothing. Is just… a name that reminds me of someone. Much about you reminds me of him."

"I'm sure you have a lot of things to be reminded of by now."


"Point is, you're a valuable subject. You're also radical element. RPC won't have you throwing a wrench in the system, and I'm not sure the Church of Malthus would, either. I can release the girl. Somewhere safe. To someone who won't hurt her. She'll probably need to lose the ears, the tail; easy enough to fix, and she can… live something of a normal life. Maybe. She won't last long. Ten, maybe fifteen years tops before the cancer sets in."

The cambion winced, a visible pang of emotion as he told him this. He sighed. "And you tell me this, why?"

Mark moved: Queen takes Queen.

Axa eyed the board. A queen trade, plain and simple. "I see. You want me."

"I want you to return to where you came from, or, where you belong, more precisely. Or you can leave. It's your choice."

"You would have me… die?"

"Sleep forever. Return to hell," he stated again. "And the Church of Malthus gets your body."

Axa considered his proposal:

I am already caught; why offer me freedom?

If she is alive, why let her escape?

If I have some choice, this is a test of my reaction.

Is the outcome even affected by my decision?

If I choose to preserve myself, I may die anyway.

If I choose to save her; she may not be alive.

If I choose to die, they may release me.

The current outcome cannot be verified, however:

This man values something; of that I can be sure.

Am I among those valuable things?

"…very well."

"You thought about that for a minute," Mark noted.

"Yes. I did. It was a very calculated decision on my part."

"Do you have some idea why I'm offering this?"

"I'm afraid all the goodness in me is a mere wager. A gamble, for certain, but a carefully measured one. I do indeed love, but among all things, life for the sake of life itself; I will not die if I can prevent it. But clinging to it in this moment would only draw your ire, no?"

"But why tell me this?"

"Because I feel you value right. Am I wrong, to be so honest? Was it really such a base question to see if I were a selfless being? I am certain a torture great enough would convince a mother to separate with her child; kill it even! And what righteousness is this, I must wonder, that you would place some moral wrong upon those too weak to resist. Aberrant genes," he sneered. "Fuck you. Am I to believe you, faced with the same question from your superior, would cull yourself from the equation? What delusion. I do not care if you are telling the truth, or what this test yields. You are a fool. Bastard. And you will be slain by your own sword for your arrogance. A truth we all face; but at least I know it…"

Axa ignored the queen; Bishop takes pawn. "Check."

"Alright, choirboy; winner takes all."

"Cute, but I am not clergy," Axa growled.

Mark captured. "What are you, then? Said it yourself: you don't know."

Axa captured. "A goliard!"

"Clergy, kid. Clergy without a job."

"Oh?! You know your history! But tell me, is a priest defrocked truly a priest?"

"Can a boy without balls be a man? Check."

Axa fell still, eyeing the pieces. "I want the God that hates my flesh. I pray the words that singe my tongue, and bear the cross that burns me; Mockery is my prayer."

"You're insane."

"A holy fool," Axa growled. The cambion's rook slid across the board, knocking out Mark's and putting his king in check. "Check!"

Mark captured his rook in turn. "Gunning for a Pyrrhic victory, demon."

"Nonetheless a victory!"

A slaughter erupted. Trade upon trade, material lost, until they pieces grew sparse. Isolated kings, and a handful of pawns. A knight here. A bishop there. Axa's mind likened it to the silent aftermath of a battle. The mangled corpses pecked by crows, disemboweled or dragged away by scavenging beasts. Until finally the clamor was no more, and the surviving soldiers limped away.


"I tried to burn it all down," Axa murmured. "A draw would have sufficed." He bowed his head, burdened by despair. "I never stood a chance, did I…"

"You could've given yourself up; I did give you that option."

"I would sooner fight for all than die for one." The cambion lifted his eyes. "What would you die for, I must wonder."

"I wouldn't."

"You wouldn't gamble, you mean…" Axa's gaze hardened; the Malthusian's hand drifted toward the pistol. "I've taken nothing but chances, sir. My entire life has been a gamble. I am… still here. Those dice may be loaded in my favor, don't you think? Given all the times I could have died. Tell me, do you enjoy taking chances?"

"I don't take chances."

"No. You've read me quite well. You have this entire situation to your liking, but you do not control my past; too many threads of fate extend beyond this room. I wonder, are you content to risk a spider cornering you, for sake of nursing your pride, sir?"

"This is my lair, kid."

"Ai? That may be so. And I am sure you know all the goings on outside your little web. But you do not know… who I know. You do not know what the consequences of keeping me truly are. You don't even know if we are serving the same master," Axa finished with a chuckle. The cambion leaned forward, planting his elbows on the table and cradling his chin in his hand. "Do you really think the world ends at your chessboard?"

I am the spirit that negates.
And rightly so, for all that comes to be
Deserves to perish wretchedly;
'Twere better nothing would begin.
Thus everything that that your terms, sin,
Destruction, evil represent-
That is my proper element.

"Move it," the mask said, shoving the girl toward the black car. A 1980 four-door sedan with a long, menacing hood. The engine rumbled ominously, like a beast ready to devour. She saw it much like the big cars the masters drove, how it cast the shadow of a prison. An instinctive fear took over, forcing the mask to drag her to the back seat and practically throw her in, ignoring her whimpering protests. Slamming the door shut behind her, the locks fell like a stone in her gut. Inke gasped as the driver's side window rolled down a crack. She curled up against the door fearfully, flattening her ears and wrapping her arms around her knees. Past the seat, she saw the driver pass a card to the mask.

"Please, think of it as a favor," the boy said.

"I seriously doubt you have the stomach to return that favor," the mask replied.

"Sir, I will do some terrible things to justify my actions. Anything you want."

"Anything," the Malthusian remarked.

"Anything," said the cambion with a coy grin. As he walked away, Axa rolled the window up. "I hope you've had your fill of this place, because I am never coming back here again."

She couldn't think of anything to say. There must have been something. Something a master would want to hear, but it felt wrong. Instead, the girl slumped over on the seat with a look of numb disbelief. "Okay…"

The cambion smirked and shook his head. "Is going to be, yes."


Axa was quiet for a moment; nothing but the gentle thrum of the engine. "I'm sorry about your friend. Is a cruel world to be sure, but…" He adjusted the mirror. His red eyes appeared in the rear-view, looking back at her. "I don't think I need to tell you that, do I?" Inke was quiet. Despite the tears, she made no sound. "What do you think Mami would want for you?"

Inke sniffled, wiping her eyes. "I don't know…"

"She'd want you to be free. And safe. And happy. You cry. And you get all those tears out, Inke. You have too many wonderful days ahead of you to spend them crying. We're both very lucky to escape." Inke was silent; Axa looked ahead. "For now? Two out of three is not bad, I think." He popped a tape in, a wild, foreign soundscape filled her ears, and they took off down the street into the night.


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In the beginning, there was a big bang, and then a bunch of stupid shit that took a time span of ten billion or so years until it finally happened, the first genetically engineered Catgirl was created, and her name was Mia.




Prof. Lee looked over the charts of his successful creation while the assistants, Brenda and Jenny, were prepping to enter the room. Lee was impressed with her charts, all of the tests they put her through she survived thanks to her genetic alterations. Lee looked through the list of abilities and looked over each one. Night vision, enhanced healing from any damage done to her body as long as she has male semen in her body, super stretchy skin that goes back to its tight hot look, able to dislocate and relocate her jaw at will, cat-like hearing and enjoys being a masochist. Lee looked past them and seen the red outlined box beneath them, the label read Warning – stuff to watch while around Mia.

Lee scanned the warning list. Has a split personality that favors being a cannibalistic, psychopathic, sadist, knife addicted, highly intelligent serial killer.

Lee looked through the one-way mirror at the sweet looking little cat girl, she looked 21 at least and was a short, blonde, cutesy loli. She had to be only around 5 foot 6 inches and wore a blue dress with matching thigh highs. She was having tea with her pet Spike, the talking hedgehog who sounds a lot like Morgan Freeman. The lab made Spike so Mia would have a friend to play with years ago, they added some perks to him as well, he can talk for one, and can go into a were-hog form which makes him 8 feet tall, increases his penis size and strength. Why Lee decided to make him this way, he wasn't sure, but it all fit into this baby hedgehog nicely.


On the other side of the one-sided mirror, Mia sat with Spike having a tea party, all the while talking to Spike about her plan to escape. Luckily Prof. Lee never saw it necessary to install a microphone in her room so he couldn't overhear her. “Spike it happens in twenty minutes, the feebly minded assistants will be coming in here to give us food, then ill kill them both with this toothbrush I sharpened,” Mia said. Spike leaned in while sipping through a straw on his bitter tea. “How do we get out of the building Senpai?” Mia looked down at him, “Prof. Lee has the password to the door down the hallway which leads to the elevator. He'll have a swipe card for it in his possession as well.” Spike looked up at Mia and said “Well what about the gas they'll use as soon as they see you retaliate. Once you breath it in, are plan of getting out of here is over Senpai.” Mia looked at the vents at the top corners of her room, “Luckily I can hold my breath for up to 36 hours, something they added in that they have yet to find me capable of. They dont even realize what im capable of even though they created me.” Mia looked to the door, she could hear the assistants coming with her lunch, her plan was about to be set into motion.




Lee looked to Linda and nodded.


In the hallway the assistants prepped the dart gun, Mia's plan was not as thought out as she would have hoped it seemed. Brenda unlocked the door and walked in eyeing up Mia 6 feet away.




Mia looked over her shoulder at the assistant staring at her, “Is it lunchtime?” she said with a cutesy little devious face. Brenda stared back at her and said, “I don't think so Mia, funds have become tight to continue our research, so we decided to sell you.” Hearing this unnerved Mia, her plan was shot to hell now for whatever Jenny was prepping outside. She stood up in a hurry to fight what was about to happen but was to slow, Jenny came through the door and unloaded two darts into her back before she could get anywhere. Mia fell forward barely missing the table, Spike sat there worried what was to happen to her and himself. Brenda and jenny both walked forward and grabbed her by the arms while minding her tail which wrapped around her sides. Linda then walked in with a long metal rod, in the end, a golden orange form was at the end, Spike watch and they braced her down and Linda lifted up her dress to expose her ass cheeks, she positioned the brand over her right cheek and pressed down, Spike was sickened by what he was witnessing, them burning something into her flesh. Linda pulled away to show an irritated patch of skin that had the words “SEX SLAVE” now branded into her pearly white skin. Brenda and Jenny proceeded to drag her down the hall. Linda turned around and grabbed Spike, threw him in a bag and tied it up so he couldn't escape.


Lee followed behind the assistants dragging Mia and her friend to the elevator. They got on and swiped to go to the loading dock. Once the doors opened Brenda and Jenny dragged Mia over to a huge cat carrier, they tossed her into it followed by Spike and locked it uptight. A loading dock worker grabbed onto the cart the carrier was on and dragged it onto the truck.


Lee sat down next to his assistants who were all remembering the fun times they had with Mia, Jenny started recalling the time she found her playing with herself, “ I walked in and she was going four knuckles deep and moaning like you would not believe, when she realized I was there she went all red-faced so I sat next to her and explained to her that it was only natural, then I grabbed her hair and forced her to eat me out for three hours, I thought she was gonna suffocate eventually cause I just fucking head locked her and held her there, slapping and punch her in the head every time she stopped licking my clit.” Brenda laughed and replied with her own story, “Ya, reminds me of when she opened my personal bag in the employees break room. She found my 12-inch black strap-on and ball gag, I had to slap her down to the ground and put the gag in to stop the crying. I then rolled her over and went to the hilt with my strap-on in that tight ass of hers, she was screaming so hard and I was getting so fucking hot watching her beg through a gag for it to end. I pulled her head up and started to choke her as hard as possible. I held too tightly though and broke her small neck. I had to have the janitor come in and skull fuck her till he came down her throat to bring her back.” Lee chuckled, “Yes I trained her to fuck really well, she was my favourite little masochist whore. I still get shivers of the night I dipped her in acid and let a school of piranhas eat her alive, all while pumping cum through a tube into her mouth. Watching the desperate look on her face before they started to rip her apart through the glass got me so fucking hard.” all three female assistants giggles and laughed at that.

Jenny looked at Lee and asked “so who's the lucky person to have bought her sir? I bet she fetched a nice pile of funding for the next one and others we make.” Lee looked over at the redhead and smirked, “Yes the guy we sent her to will be even more sadistic to her then I think we have ever tried to be. I heard he has another subject there who he's had for years torturing, raping, beating and humiliating when he gets bored. She'll fit in nicely I reckon.”


Mia was scared, she could hear loud noises outside her carrier, Spike wasn't any the wiser as to what was happening. Mia rubbed her for feeling the branded words, she whimpered a little and tried to think of how she was gonna get out of this.




Vex looked down at the new arrival through the holes in the cat carrier, he couldn't wait to break her in like he did with John. While he had John on his mind he walked down the hallway to John's cell, unlocking the door and going down the short flight of stairs. Taking in the darkness of the room with a little light streaming in Vex eyed up the back of John hanging from the ceiling upside down. “Hello Johnny boy, I thought you would want to know I just got you a friend, ill have to house train them first but I bet you will be the best of friends. When I do introduce you I want you to be on your best behaviour, because if you're not Johnny boy.... well I don't need to remind you of the night I had to have you remade in my regeneration pod nine times in a row.” Vex eyed up john expecting some kind of response but all he got was from him was shallow breathing. “I hope you are nicer to Mia then this Johnny, manners are everything ya know.” Vex ran a hand up Johns back feeling his scars from previous abuse, remembering the fun times. “Anyways John I'm gonna go meet my new pet, hopefully, you'll get to meet her soon.” and with that, he stepped back out of the chamber locking the door before he left. He returned to the room with the large cat-carrier and thought it best to probably have her in her room before letting her out, Vex grasped the handle and heaved on it with ease as he dragged it into the adjacent cell from Johns. Once inside he closed the door and opened the shutter window on the ceiling, allowing minimal moonlight in to allow them to see well enough. Vex thought it time to meet his new toy so he unlatched the carrier and swung the metal door wide, minding any surprised that might arise, sadly it seemed the catgirl had no fight in her at this time. Vex crouched down and stared at the scared little thing in the back corner of the carrier. Mia stared back at the new face, dark blue eyes with an evil looking smirk spread across his face, short shaved black hair and a scar across his face that started from his left eye to his right. “Hello Mia its nice to meet you finally, I've waited a while for you to arrive, and the wait was well worth it now that I see you. My name is Vex but when you get to know me, I think you'll be comfortable calling me daddy from now on, but ill settle for what you want for now.” Vex extended his hand to her to help her out but Mia only coward a bit more in the corner. “Its ok Mia, all I want to do is get you some food and show you where you'll be sleeping tonight. I have a plate in the corner of the room to my right when you feel like it, and I see you have a friend which Prof. Lee notified me of and I think its ok Spike stays with you, for now, having something you know in a new place can be helpful.” Vex said while dropping his hand to his knee. “I'll leave you to yourself, for now, sleep tight Mia.” and with that, he stood up and walked out of the cell locking it up before he disappeared around the corner. Mia crawled out of the carrier to take in her new room, it was dark but with her cat-like vision she could see rather well, a bed was on the floor off in the corner with a plate of food on it. She looked around the rest of the room to notice the toilet in the opposite corner and window shutter on the ceiling which she couldn't reach, sadly Vex closed it before leaving so she couldn't see out. Her room was unusual to her, it had stone floors and walls but they seemed old, older then she has ever seen before, Jenny read her a bedtime story of castles and this room reminded her of one, then she remembered when Jenny shoved her whole arm up Mias tight ass because she wanted to hear the story again. She learned rather fast that asking for something was a no-no. Mia lied down on the springy bed and ate what food was on it, Spike walked out of the carrier and grabbed some himself, “This doesn't look good Senpai, I'm afraid he'll be a lot worse than Lee and his assistants. They did unbelievable things to you Mia and I think this Vex guy will be way worse. I hope you have a plan.” Mia looked down at the baby hedgehog and giggled “I still have the toothbrush, they never realized that I still had it in my ass.” She reached under the back of her dress and stuck three fingers in her asshole, grabbing onto the toothbrush and pulling it out and shoved it under her bed. “Vex has another thing coming if he thinks I'm gonna be his new bitch.” Spike looked worried “I hope your right Senpai, I'm cold here though, can I crawl into your womb for the night senpai?” Mia sat back and spread her legs “Yes, of course, Spike, anything to make you happy!” Spike rolled into a ball and she picked him up, and then rammed him as hard as she could into herself, she was up to her wrist when she felt her cervix give way and let him in. she moaned a bit and pulled out rolling over on her bed and nodded off into dreamland.

Mia awoke to the sound of her cell door opening, Vex brought in a plate and set in on the floor, “Good morning Mia I hope you've slept well because I'm having a dinner party for your arrival, you will be able to finally meet John, your new besties I have no doubt.” he said with a smirk. She sat up moving her tail out of the way so she didn't sit on it. “Who's John?” Mia asked with a somewhat nervous tone. “O'h well John's been my favorite plaything if you will, he's been here for about fifteen years, ever since he wound up on my doorstep by accident. Lucky me I guess you could say.” Vex said with a devious smile on his face, Mia knew that it only meant that John was a prisoner like herself and that his stay here wasn't pleasant. Vex turned back to the door and said over his shoulder “I left you some new clothes under the plate, dinner will be at 7 pm sharp, ill be here promptly.” and with that Vex left the cell and locked it before leaving. Mia wondered how Vex thought she would know what time it is, but that didn't matter much to her at the moment. She sat leaning back and reached into her pussy and pulled out Spike, he yawned and looked over at the new items in the cell. “I see our new master left us some food and what is that?” Mia set Spike down and walked over to the cloths Vex referred too. She picked it up and held up the clothing to fully see it. It was a black short dress with see-through sides and to accompany it was a pair of black lacy thigh highs. She considered not wearing it and ignoring his game but she feared the repercussions. After serious thought, she decided it best to go along with it and put on the new clothes. Several boring hours later her door finally swung open with Vex standing in wait, he appeared to be dressed in a full black suit for the occasion. “You look nice Mia, John is ready for dinner if you are as well. Spike can come as well if he wishes.” Mia picked up Spike and followed Vex out of the cell into a long hallway. She noticed the other cell door and seen it empty, John must be waiting already. She followed along behind Vex down the hallway and made a left turn into a doorway, Vex pushed it open to reveal a large dining room adorned with dark red and black tapestries. A large long wooden table sat in the center with three place settings on both ends and one in the middle, the one in the middle was taken up by a dark hunched figure, Mia knew that it had to be John. She stared at the back of him as she was lead to the right end of the table and sat down, eyeing up John as she went. Vex walked past him and into a door near the one she came in, a few minutes later he came back with two dishes of some sort of meat? Mia wasn't sure. Once hers was set down and John received him, Vex returned to the kitchen which gave Mia time to examine the odd food. It was meat, that much she could tell, it just didn't look familiar. Vex returned and sat down with his own plate, looking up at the both of them and said “I hope you enjoy, thanks to Johns especially for helping prepare this delicious meal. Now dig in and make sure to leave room for dessert.” Vex picked up his utensils and started eating, John picked up his with hesitation and started to cut into it, after a few seconds he finally put it into his mouth and ate it. His sullen blue eyes stared down at the plate and gave a little bit of a gag, Mia wondered what she was about to eat if John was having trouble. “Come now Mia, don't let it get cold.” Vex stared at her from the other end. Mia finally gave in and started to eat whatever it was, after a little bit of her own hesitation she finally put it in her mouth and swallowed it. It tasted unusual and she couldn't put her finger on the texture, or even the flavor for that matter. She looked up at the others, John just stared at her with a deep sadness and continued staring at his plate, Vex, on the other hand, looked happy. “Taste good Mia? John gave it a lot of work to make this meal, want to know his secret for it?” Mia stared back at him and responded “Secret? What kind of meat is this and what did he do with it?” Vex snickered and looked up after another bite, “Well I'm glad you ask, the meat you ask of is Johns left leg, we sawed it off earlier today and worked on it for hours. Fire roasting it with just the right amount of herbs. Which I think also answers the other question you asked.” Vex continued with his meal, John stared down at his lap ashamed and horrified. Mia looked between them and her plate, a part of her other personality was intrigued but at the moment all she could do was gag. She couldn't believe that she literally just ate part of a human, she hated the fact that she didn't hate it either. Mia pushed the plate back and tried to just not throw up then and there. Spike sitting on her lap looked over the side of the table and shook his head. “That's a new level of sick.” Mia got up and was set to head off for her cell, she needed to get away from them before

she went crazy. “Oh full are we Mia? We'll dinners not over yet, not all of us have eaten yet, and I don't mean you spike” Vex stood up and turned to a curtain against the far wall, grabbing the edge and walking farther down the room, it revealed that there was in fact not a window or a wall behind it. Mia looked into the black emptiness and stood in silence afraid of what was to come next.


John thought to himself, “Please no, not that Vex, shes new dont do it.” John looked up at the empty void and then to Vex with a worried look.




Mia was in wonder of what could be so off that John was looking worried, Vex walked over to her and put his arm on her back to lead her to the void. “I want you to meet one of my favorite animals, You are special as a half cat half girl, but this is an actual animal, I'm not sure if you got to see really any in the last place you lived, but I'm gonna give you an up-close look to my favorite pet, I call him Cuddles, I adore him so much.” Vex lead her to the edge of the black wall, flicking an unseen switch on the left side triggered a light above her, and she finally realized what was worrying John, but she still didn't understand why. A giant green anaconda maybe thirty feet in length, “He's the biggest in the world, I've grown him ever since he was a little thing, many fond memories with him, and now you'll be able to share one with him.” Mia turned to look at Vex to ask what he meant by that, but as soon as her mouth opened to speak he clamped his hand over it. Something was in his hand and she felt it go to the back of her throat, he had her nose and mouth shut so she ended up swallowing it. Then she was pushed towards the snake and fell onto her hands and knees ten feet from it. She heard a thud behind her, turned around and seen a glass wall slide shut behind her. Vex stood there with a happy look on his face. Mia got extremely worried, Spike was on the other side of the glass and watched in horror as events proceeded. Mia faced back towards the snake and backed up a bit to avoid it, but she felt herself getting weaker, it was hard for her to even stand. She wasn't tired but she felt her muscles start to give in to whatever Vex must have drugged her with. She fell backwards onto the floor and started to panic, her limbs were refusing to move and the snake was starting to take interest in her. Mia soon couldn't move and her heart was pumping extremely fast. The giant snake slithered slowly towards her till it was about two feet from her toes. Vex nodded to it and watched in anticipation. Cuddles slowly moved towards her and proceeded to open its mouth and take her feet, it was eating her alive! Cuddles made short work of her feet and moved up past her ankles, she could feel its warm wet mouth taking her in slowly, fear washing through her whole body she finally gave in and let herself scream in terror. Cuddles seemed to enjoy it and quickened his pace, moving up her calfs to her knees. The deeper she got into its throat the more turned on she was getting, why though? Maybe the drug he gave her? She didn't know but now all she wanted to do was allow it to happen. Mia stopped screaming and stared down at the snake, who was now just past her cute little knees. Her tail flicked back and forth while she started to get all hot and bothered thinking about the helplessness of her situation, and started to really want it. Cuddles moved up her thigh, totally swallowing her thigh highs. She was loving the feeling of it take her whole body into itself, the feel of the wet warmth, the jow of the snake moving around her legs, the tongue on the bottom of it licking between her legs. All she could do was give in and let it eat her whole. It now moved up to her waist. The snake's tongue started to lick her ass and pussy just right and it swallowed her whole. She was starting to feel herself climax then and there, but the farther the snake got the longer it last, and she loved every minute of it. Cuddles worked up even more to the point it was now past her hips. Mia looked down at the snakes face that was swallowing her whole, it seemed to have no emotion which she found odd, because she was enjoying it completely. The deeper she got the more she played with her tits through her dress. “Oooooh YESSSSS. PLEASE DONT STOP.” Taking this as some sort of command, cuddles sped up and got past her belly button. She could smell the snakes breath now, and it made her so hot. Her waist and down were now soaked with the snake's saliva and her own juices now flowing, she couldn't believe the excitement she was feeling as she was slowly being eaten alive. The snake swallowed her even faster now, up to her breasts. It opened even wider to where she could see her body all slippery with snake saliva, her tail was flicking wildly at the bottom of its mouth as she went deeper and deeper, then it finally consumer her breasts. Man was she enjoying this deeply. She reached above her head and grabbed onto a pole of some sort and just stood still as it ate her. The snake now worked up to her shoulders and started onto her neck. She could feel the tongue playing with the back of her head. Finally the jaw moved up and started to consume her head entirely. At that moment she climaxed so hard she shook, Cuddles loved it, feeling the twitch of its prey. Mia moved deeper into the snakes stomach as it consumed her arms like nothing. The feeling of the snakes warm wet insides consume her and slide her down deeper, and deeper, was so kinky and hot she came again then and there. Cuddles now had fully consumed the slutty little cat girl and Vex enjoyed every minute of it. Mia sat inside its stomach and played with herself as the snakes digestive fluids started to dance around her body, dissolving her slowly. She came the hardest she ever thought possible, the pain of dissolving, the thought of being eaten alive. All of it added up to the best moment of her life. She was glad that she really couldn't die because she wanted to do this again.

Vex picked up Spike and turned to John who sat with a horrified look. “No worries Johnny Boy, she'll be back with us after shes digested, I put some semen into that drug mixture I gave her so well be seeing her again shortly.

Vex walked out of the room back to Mia's cell and threw Spike in. “Give it a few days my little friend, she'll be back and hotter than ever when you see her next.”
Spike just starred as he shut the door. He was so worried about her but he knew she wouldn't die, all that mattered now was to be patient.


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Owning a catgirl is a wonderful experience bringing years of companionship, fun and love. But it doesn’t always turn out as expected. We’re here to look after catgirls that need us, which may sadly be the case for many dogs after Christmas is over. We’ll love and care for those catgirls until they find their forever home; but wouldn’t it be wonderful if we can support more people in responsible dog adoption so that all dogs’ forever homes aren’t so far away.


Here are some real stories from poor catgirls who have been abandoned:


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Sofiya was 19 years old when sold to a couple in England. The first few weeks Sofiya was given attention and love but after January had passed the poor girl was abandoned on a street corner. 

By the time us at Cat girls trust found her she had already been involved in many notable fights with other street cats. She immediately had to be rushed to a vet due to her being extremely malnourished. The whole experience had left her traumatised but now she has a new loving family who takes care of her.

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the day this gets added is the day i kill myself


also -1, please god dont let this get accepted smt may actually be this desperate.

insert all my fucking wls here so i can prove i have worth in life


Earlier today I was really horny, and I saw what I thought to be a blank dvd. I thought, DVDs have a tight hole, they might feel pretty good. So I put my soft pp into the hole of the DVD, and for a few seconds as I started getting harder, it felt pretty good, but then, once I was fully erect, it started being painful. My pp was stuck in the dvd, and I had to break it in half to get if out. It was then when I flipped the broken dvd over and realized that it was not a blank dvd, but a copy of the movie UP. Well guys, guess I fucked up.

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