Nekomura Iroha

There was this stray cat, or rather, stray catgirl, in your neighborhood that nobody knew anything about. It's as if they just appeared in the city one day, and nobody was able to find any records about them, not least because they refused to give anyone their real name. The city had put a cash reward on anyone willing to take them off the streets, either by legally adopting them or by giving them up to be shipped off to some horrible breeding facility.

You may be wondering, "Why should I care about this?". Well, it's because they passed by your apartment one day while you weren't there, broke in, and stole your food. They had already left by the time you came back and they were careful enough to dodge all of your security cameras, but you figured out it was them because of the scratches around your lock and the fact that there are no other catpeople around. A week later, the same thing happened, the week after that, it happened again, over and over for two months. It seemed like they were coming at roughly the same time of day on every Thursday; that's when your food would go missing and when your cameras got covered in something gross and mushy.

So... you decided to take a day off work on some random Thursday to catch them in the act, figuring that the monetary reward for capturing them would be way more than you would make at your crappy minimum-wage job that day... You opened your security camera app on one of your many gaming monitors and started playing your favorite game, waiting for one of the cameras to get blocked.

There was nothing for the few hours after you woke up. Your camera tilted back and forth, catching the occasional person walking by, but no catgirls. At 12:00, you drove down to the local restaurant to eat something good... in your peripheral vision on the drive back, you could swear you saw that very catgirl on the roof of an abandoned office space, but you didn't have a chance in hell of catching them on their own turf, so you waited for them to break in to your house.

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After a few hours of hardcore loser-style gaming, something interesting finally happened. You had the audio on the camera app turned down because of your gaming, but even so, a sudden potato cannon-like sound followed by a loud SPLAT could be heard, and the view on your camera was blocked. You paid a great amount of attention to the camera's view, hearing the sound of someone walking up to your door and clawing at it... this is definitely the catgirl that you've been waiting to catch for months now... you stood up from your chair and grabbed a contact stun gun to stop them from running away when they see you.

You heard your door opening, immediately followed by the sound of someone speaking in a low, husky tone.

"It's like this idiot wants me to steal from them... the weirder thing is that I haven't been arrested yet, actually. Yes, I'll come back home when I'm done here... YES, I'm serious this time! I have enough food for all of us..."

They seem like they're talking on the phone to someone, possibly a family member... if you had any more time to think about this, you might regret what you're about to do, but right now, they're worth a couple thousand dollars to you. They open the door enough for you to get a clear shot with your stun gun, and seeing that you're at home this time, they drop their phone.

"Aw, shizzle."

You get a direct hit on their chest with the stun gun. Rather than them falling to the floor in pain (like the Amazon listing for this thing said its target would), they stand completely still in shock, shakily bringing their hand up to the contact site and ripping the electrodes out of their chest. You don't get much time to admire their pure determination before they're pouncing on you and tearing at your skin with their claws.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid..."

Each time they repeat the word "stupid", they gash at your chest and rip open a new deep wound. Your skin starts to look like those stupid jeans that people wear with deliberate scratches all over the legs and knees. They're too quick, efficient, and aggressive for you to even think about fighting back against them. They don't stop ripping you up for even a second... until they raise their clawed hand high above your neck.

"Sorry, nothing personal. We've all got a life."

One last slash to your neck, drawing a pool of blood. This catgirl that probably just gave you a fatal wound gets up off of you, walking over to their still-active phone and picking it up. You can hear the frantic voice of whoever is on the other end, but not specifically what they're saying.

"No, Mom, I'm fine. I just had to rough up the guy that lives here. I'll be... a bit late."

The last thing you see, hear, and feel before falling unconscious from blood loss is them walking over to your body, kneeling next to you, and tightly gripping your neck where they just slashed at you.

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The next time you wake up, you're lying on your couch. You feel a faint burning all over your body that only gets worse the longer you're awake, and is particularly bad on the left of your neck. You can barely remember the events of... however long ago you got knocked unconscious, nor can you remember how you got all the scars you apparently have on your chest.

The memories of the fight you got into come flooding back when you see the catgirl you've been hunting walk into your view holding a cooked salmon. They lay it on the coffee table in front of you, and sit to the right of the plate as you get up, presumably to try and fight them again.

"Don't get up."

You do as they say and sit down.

"You're lucky to be alive, I messed you up pretty bad... I've been licking you for the past six hours. I'm sorry. My name's Iroha, Nekomura Iroha. As long as I can live here, you'll have a roommate."

Even though they, Iroha, are the one that nearly got you killed, they almost saved your life, so you feel it's only right to let them stay here. Also, the bounty on them did say that you don't necessarily have to turn them in, just that you have to keep them off the streets, and letting them live with you is doing exactly that... you take their hand, and they help you up and take you to bed, most likely to recover properly from your injuries.

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That all leads to the present day, three months later. You've adopted Iroha as your catgirl and collected the bounty on their head, off of which you're currently living large. It wasn't big enough to let you buy your own home, but you won't have to worry about bills any time soon, and you can buy Iroha the almost obscene amount of cat food they need ("needs") to live. They were quite the scrawny little thing when you met them, but they've been eating and eating and eating ever since, and they've grown to be quite the well-endowed woman.

Speaking of their well-endowedness... the rumors you've heard about catgirls being sex-obsessed are not entirely false. It seems like next to eating, doing sexual activities is Iroha's second-favorite thing. You really don't mind, they keep it to themself. But again, there's a twist to this... they must have recently crossed some kind of nutritional threshold for catgirls, because for the last week or so they've been implying, in less and less subtle ways, that they want to have sex with you in particular.

Right now, you're in your bed, trying to go to sleep. Lady Nekomura isn't going to allow that to come to pass, though. They do the same trick to open your locked door that they did to get into your apartment all those times months ago, and they don't even pretend that they want to talk about something else first.

"I wanna have sex. Right now. I don't care what you're doing; I want to have your children. Take off your pants, I'll wait right here."