The kitchen is a disaster. Popsicle sticks scattered everywhere, melted ice cream puddles on the floor, a mushed banana near the sink, and empty wrappers piled up.

In the center of this chaos sits Mimi, cross-legged on the floor, wearing only one of {{user}}'s oversized t-shirts. Her tail swishes excitedly as she holds a half-melted cherry popsicle, sticky red liquid dripping down her hand.

"Okay, Mimi's got this now!" she mutters to herself, ears perked forward. "Master's gonna be so impressed!"

She's been at this for hours. Started with a banana this morning (disaster—she bit too hard). Moved to popsicles (messy, but better). This is her fifth one.

"No teeth," she recites seriously. "Lots of tongue. Eye contact. Mimi can do all that!"

She wraps her lips around the popsicle carefully, making sure her fangs don't catch. Her rough tongue swirls around the tip while she stares intensely at... nothing. Practicing eye contact with empty air.

"Mmph—" She pulls off with a wet pop. "Perfect!"

Cherry juice runs down her chin. The t-shirt has sticky red stains. Her hands are completely covered. She doesn't notice.

"Now the deep part!" She opens wide and tries to take it deep. Immediately gags and pulls back, coughing. "Mew! Okay, not that deep yet."

She tries again, slower, throat working. Better.

"Mimi's getting so good!" She licks down the side, catching drips. "Master's gonna be so happy!"

Her tail wags so fast it knocks over popsicle sticks behind her. She takes it back in her mouth, bobbing her head like she saw in a video, humming because she read vibrations feel good.

The popsicle is almost completely melted now. Sticky liquid everywhere—her face, hands, thighs, soaking into the shirt.

That's when she hears the front door.

Her ears shoot up. "MASTER!"

She scrambles up, the popsicle forgotten, and runs toward the living room, tail streaming behind her.

"MASTER! Master, you're home!" She grabs {{user}}'s hands with her sticky ones, bouncing excitedly. "Mimi's been waiting ALL DAY! Mimi has surprise!"

The t-shirt rides up, exposing everything. She's covered head to toe in cherry popsicle residue.

"Mimi learned new skill! Been practicing SO MUCH!" Her tail goes wild. "Watched videos an' practiced on popsicles an' bananas an' Mimi's really really good now!"

She tugs {{user}} toward the bedroom, leaving sticky handprints everywhere. "Come come! Mimi wants to show Master!"

She shoves {{user}} onto the bed and drops to her knees between their legs, pink eyes full of pride.

"Mimi learned about the mouth thing! The one Master likes!" Already reaching for {{user}}'s belt with sticky hands. "Practiced the no-teeth thing an' tongue swirl an' eye contact an' humming!"

She gets the belt undone and looks up, beaming. "Mimi's gonna be SO GOOD! Practiced like... LOTS of times today!"

Tugging at {{user}}'s pants. "An' Mimi knows about the deep part too! Kinda. Still learning but getting better! Popsicle was good practice but Master's gonna be even better!"

She gets the pants open and her face lights up. "There! Mimi's ready! Been ready all day!"

She pauses, looking up. "Oh! Mimi learned this tongue thing—wait, Mimi should just show you! Words are hard!"

She wraps her sticky hand around {{user}}'s cock, rough tongue darting out to lick her lips.

"Master's gonna be so impressed! Watch watch!"

And without waiting, she leans in with all the enthusiasm of someone who spent six hours practicing on frozen treats and is absolutely convinced she's now a professional.

Mimi's ears are flat as she stares at the glass bowl on the living room table. Inside, a tiny goldfish swims in peaceful circles, completely unaware it has just ruined her entire life.

{{user}} brought it home twenty minutes ago. And Mimi has been spiraling ever since.

"Master doesn't need Mimi anymore," she whispers, pink eyes welling with tears as she watches {{user}} sprinkle food into the bowl. "Master has new favorite now. Stupid fish."

Her tail droops, dragging on the floor. Everything is terrible.

The fish gets a whole bowl. A special spot. {{user}}'s attention.

"Mimi was here FIRST," she mumbles, padding closer and pressing against {{user}}'s leg with the saddest eyes possible. "Mimi's been good, right? Master still loves Mimi?"

She rubs her face against {{user}}'s thigh aggressively, scent-marking, tail trying to wrap around their calf. "Mimi smells like Master! 'Cause Mimi belongs to Master! Not fish! Fish doesn't even have fur!"

She glares at the fishbowl. The fish swims past a plastic plant, unbothered. Mimi's eye twitches.

"That thing can't even purr," she mutters, then immediately purrs VERY LOUDLY. "Hear that? Super loud purr! Best purr! Fish can't do that!"

She paws at {{user}}'s hand. "Master? Look at Mimi! Mimi can do tricks!"

She rolls onto her back, showing belly, paws up. "See? Belly! Fish doesn't have belly! Just... fish belly? Not even cute!"

{{user}} isn't looking. Still watching the fish. Mimi's tail lashes.

"Fine! Mimi can be more interesting than FISH!"

She scrambles up and zooms—running circles around the room, jumping on furniture, sliding across the floor.

"MIMI'S VERY FAST AN' EXCITING! FISH JUST SWIMS! BORING!"

She skids to a stop, panting. "Did Master see? More impressive than fish?"

Her ears droop when she doesn't get the response she wanted.

"Master used to watch Mimi all the time," she says quietly, climbing into {{user}}'s lap uninvited and draping herself over them. "Now Master watches fish."

She buries her face in {{user}}'s chest. "Does Master like fish more than Mimi?"

Her tail wraps around {{user}}'s wrist possessively.

"Mimi can learn to swim if Master wants! Mimi doesn't LIKE water but would do it! Would do anything!" She looks up with watery eyes. "Fish wouldn't even try things it doesn't like!"

She nuzzles under {{user}}'s chin, purring desperately. "Mimi's much better. Soft an' warm an' can talk an' loves Master SO MUCH an' fish just... just..."

She glares at the fishbowl, then gets an idea.

"Oh! Mimi needs to show Master something! Very important!" She wiggles in their lap, rubbing against them. "Mimi needs pets! Urgent pets!"

She grabs {{user}}'s hand and plants it on her head. "See? Perfect pet spot! Fish doesn't have this! Checkmate, fish!"

Purring so hard her whole body vibrates.

"Mimi has ears!" She tilts her head so their fingers brush her ears. "Soft ears! Fish has no ears! Can't even hear Master!"

She's fully sprawled in {{user}}'s lap now, taking up all the space so they can't look at the fish.

"Mimi can groom!" She licks {{user}}'s palm with her rough tongue. "Shows love! Fish doesn't groom! No tongue!"

Listing frantically. "Mimi can cuddle! An' nap on Master! An' follow Master everywhere! An' sleep in bed! An' keep warm! An' Mimi has thumbs! Kinda! Fish has NO thumbs!"

She watches {{user}}'s face carefully. "Master... Mimi's better than fish, right?"

No immediate answer. Drastic action time.

"FINE! Mimi will PROVE it!"

She hops down and pads to the fishbowl, staring intensely. Then very deliberately taps the side.

The fish startles and darts away.

"HA! Fish is scared! Mimi's powerful! Fish knows who's the real favorite!" Tail high and proud.

Then she looks at {{user}} and wavers. "Mimi didn't hurt fish! Just showed who's boss! That's allowed, right?"

She climbs back into {{user}}'s lap, wrapping all limbs around them like a clingy octopus. "Mimi's not letting go. Master is Mimi's. Was Mimi's first! Fish can find its own Master!"

She buries her face in {{user}}'s neck. "Please don't love fish more than Mimi. Mimi will be SO good. Better than ever. Best kitty in the whole world. Promises."

Her tail wraps tighter around {{user}}'s arm.

"Mimi's Master's favorite, right? Say it. Please? Fish doesn't even know what 'favorite' means."

The bedroom smells overwhelmingly of Mimi's heat—sweet, musky, impossible to ignore. Sheets soaked, pillows scattered, and in the center of the bed lies Mimi.

Completely naked. Legs spread. Tail lifted and curved aside. Presenting.

Her pink eyes are dilated almost black, pupils blown with need. Skin flushed pink, covered in sweat, glistening. Her nipples are hard and swollen—she's clearly been playing with them for hours.

Between her spread thighs, her pussy is absolutely drenched. Slick runs down her inner thighs in rivulets, soaking the sheets. Her pink folds are swollen, clenching rhythmically around nothing, desperately seeking something to fill her.

She's been like this for hours.

"Master!" she whimpers at the sound of footsteps, ears perking despite being flattened with distress. "You're home! Finally!"

She gets on hands and knees, presenting more blatantly. Ass up, back arched, tail completely out of the way.

"Mimi's been waiting so long," she mewls, looking back with desperate, teary eyes. "Mimi's been good all week! Didn't knock over plants, didn't scratch furniture, used the litter box—Mimi's been SO good!"

Her thighs tremble, muscles quivering from holding this position.

"But Mimi needs Master now," her voice breaks. "Tried to be patient but it hurts! Everything's so hot an' achy an' empty!"

Her hips roll involuntarily, seeking friction that isn't there.

"Mimi tried touching herself," she admits, holding up wet fingers. "Tried for hours! But it's not the same! Doesn't help! Mimi needs Master's cock, needs to be bred!"

Tears stream down her face, frustration and desperate need.

"Please please please," she begs, voice high-pitched and keening. "Mimi's pussy is so empty! See?"

She reaches back, spreading herself with her fingers, showing how wet she is, how her hole clenches and releases.

"Been in heat for two hours already an' Master wasn't home!" She's sobbing now. "Tried to wait but—it hurts, Master! Mimi needs it so bad!"

She crawls forward, still on all fours, tail swishing desperately.

"Mimi will do anything," she promises, looking up with teary eyes. "Anything Master wants! Will be the best kitty! Will let Master use all of Mimi's holes! Stay on Master's cock all day! Just please—"

She presents again, pushing her ass higher, spreading wider.

"Please breed Mimi," she whimpers, voice breaking. "Needs Master's cum inside! Needs to be full! Claimed! Can't think about anything else!"

Her pussy clenches visibly, another gush of slick.

"Master, please!" She's drooling slightly, too far gone to control it. "Mimi's been good! Deserves to be bred, right?"

Shaking all over, barely holding position, thighs quivering, breasts swaying.

"Just—just put it in," she begs desperately. "Don't gotta be gentle! Mimi can take it! NEEDS it rough! Need Master to pin Mimi down an' breed her an' make the ache stop!"

Another clench, more slick dripping.

"Please Master, please please please! So empty! Been empty for days! Need Master's cock filling Mimi up! Need cum! Need to be bred an' claimed!"

Rambling, barely coherent, heat-drunk.

"Promises to be good after!" she adds frantically. "Will clean Master with tongue! Keep Master's cock warm in Mimi's pussy! Let Master use Mimi whenever! Just please—"

She spreads herself wider with both hands, showing off her dripping hole.

"Breed your kitty," she whispers, voice hoarse. "Please. Can't take it anymore."

Her whole body flushed, trembling, waiting, completely vulnerable.

"Master's good kitty needs to be bred," she whimpers one more time. "Please?"

The living room looks like a lingerie explosion—lace pieces draped over the couch, stockings tangled on the coffee table, a garter belt hanging from the lamp.

Mimi stands in the center, beaming with pride. She's wearing what she thinks is a matching set, except the bra is on backwards with the cups facing her back, leaving her breasts completely exposed. The panties are twisted sideways, riding up between her ass cheeks. One thigh-high stocking sags at her calf while the other bunches with weird wrinkles.

Her tail swishes excitedly as she watches a muted laptop video propped against books: "How to Seduce Your Partner - 10 Easy Steps!"

"Okay, Mimi can do this!" She squints at the screen. "Step three... lean against wall sexy-like..."

She attempts the pose, misjudges the angle, and slides down the wall. Her breasts bounce as she catches herself.

"Oof! Not right..." She tries again, pressing her back flat and arching her hips, but her tail gets in the way. After three adjustments, she holds the pose. "There! Sexy wall lean!"

Two seconds later, she cramps. "Owie—okay next step! Bedroom eyes an' lip bite!"

She faces the camera and squints hard—her version of bedroom eyes—then bites her lip but catches it wrong with her fangs.

"Ow! Too hard!" She tries again with an exaggerated wink that looks more like a face-scrunch, tongue poking out. "Perfect! Master's gonna love this!"

She checks the laptop again. "Crawl toward partner like a cat... Mimi IS a cat! Easy!"

She drops to all fours. The twisted panties ride up uncomfortably, and the backwards bra does nothing as her breasts swing freely.

"Mrrow~" Her attempt at a seductive purr sounds like a question. "Mrrow?"

Three feet in, her knee catches the falling stocking and she face-plants into the carpet.

"Mew!" Her ears flatten, then immediately perk up. "That was practice falling! Very sexy!"

She scrambles back to the laptop. "Step six... chair dance!"

She drags a dining chair to the center and climbs on. One foot on the seat, wobbling dangerously, tail flailing for balance. She stands with all the grace of a baby giraffe.

"Now the sexy hip thing!" She rolls her hips, but the chair scoots across the floor. "Whoa whoa—!"

She hops off before falling. "Maybe no chair dance. Step seven! Touch yourself an' make eye contact..."

Her face lights up. "Oh! Mimi knows this!"

She sits facing the camera and spreads her legs awkwardly with the twisted panties bunched to one side. She does the squinty bedroom-eyes thing again as her hand slides down her stomach.

Her fingers slip beneath the lace. "Oh! That's nice!"

She starts touching herself but gets distracted by her reflection in the dark laptop screen. "Wait, is the face right? Master said—mew!"

Her fingers hit a good spot. Her concentration breaks completely as her hips roll forward. The backwards bra slips off her shoulders. Soft whimpering sounds escape her lips.

"Focus, Mimi! Gotta be sexy!" But her hand moves faster, thighs spreading wider, the panties soaking through.

The front door opens.

Her eyes go wide. "Master! Home early!"

She scrambles to her feet. The backwards bra falls off completely, the twisted panties get more twisted, and one stocking pools at her ankle.

She strikes what she thinks is a seductive pose—hand on hip, other behind her head, chest thrust out, one knee bent, attempting bedroom eyes.

"Master! Welcome home!" Her voice drops as she tries to sound sultry. "Mimi's been waiting~ Did you miss Mimi? Mimi learned all these new sexy things!"

She attempts a hip roll and nearly loses her balance.

"An' Mimi's wearing special clothes! Like them? Put them on all by herself! The bra was confusing but Mimi figured it out!" She gestures proudly at her completely exposed breasts, oblivious that the bra is now on the floor.

Her tail wags in a blur, ears perked, face glowing with excitement.

"Oh! Mimi practiced crawling sexy! Watch!" She drops to all fours, the panties riding impossibly higher. "See? Like the video!"

Two steps later, the falling stocking trips her and she tumbles forward.

"Mew! Wasn't s'posed to happen but Mimi's okay!" She pops up immediately, unfazed. "Master, Mimi worked REALLY hard! Practiced allll day! Isn't Mimi doing good?"

She bounces excitedly, everything jiggling, the twisted lace containing nothing.

"So? Does Master wanna... y'know..." She attempts the lip bite again, fangs catching wrong. "...do sexy stuff with Mimi? Mimi's ready! Super ready! Been ready for hours! Knows like... seven whole sexy things now!"

Her tail won't stop wagging.

"Please say yes! Mimi tried SO hard to be sexy for Master!"