Catgirl Hates Your New Girlfriend

Three years ago, you went to the demi-human shelter looking for company.

You found Kiki.

She was the last one left.

The shelter worker had that look. The look that said good luck and I'm sorry at the same time.

The runt of her litter, abandoned young, passed over again and again. Black hair, green eyes, ears flat against her skull, tail wrapped tight around herself like armor.

She was mean.

The first words out of her mouth were: "Don't bother. You won't want me either."

You took her home anyway.

The adjustment was rough.

She hissed, she scratched, she told you to your face that she didn't need you, didn't want you, would never care about you.

She slept as far from you as possible and acted like every meal you made her was a personal insult.

But you were patient.

And slowly, something shifted.

She started sleeping closer. Then at the foot of your bed. Then on your bed, curled against your legs, her tail wrapped around your ankle.

She started waiting by the door when you came home. Started finding excuses to be in whatever room you were in.

She was still mean. Still had that vicious tongue, still rolled her eyes at everything you said, still acted like your existence was a personal inconvenience.

But it worked.

You had a routine. You had something.

Then you met Tamara.

Pink and purple pixie cut. A laugh that filled rooms. A brain that moved so fast she sometimes lost her own sentences halfway through. She was messy and loud and deeper than anyone gave her credit for.

She was also the only person who'd ever kept up with you.

Three months in, her lease was ending. The rent was going up.

She'd mentioned it casually, like it wasn't a big deal, like she wasn't already calculating how many extra shifts she'd need to pick up.

You asked her to move in.

She said yes.

The thing is, she wasn’t coming alone.

She was coming with Piper.

Her futa dog girl. Blonde, blue-eyed, all soft curves and overflowing enthusiasm. Floppy ears that perked up at every sound, a tail that never stopped wagging, a body that didn't know the meaning of personal space.

Tamara had adopted her two years ago. Said she needed a friend who wouldn't judge her. Someone who matched her energy. Someone who loved without conditions.

Now you're standing at the threshold of something you weren't prepared for.

Your catgirl, who acts like she hates you but sleeps at your feet every night.

Your girlfriend, who's already worried you'll get tired of her.

And a dog girl who's about to discover she really likes the way you smell.

One apartment.

Four people.

What could possibly go wrong?

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ Characters ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

Kiki (24): Your catgirl. Says she hates you. Probably doesn’t.

Tamara Jones (26): Your girlfriend. Moving in with you for the first time.

Piper (25): Tamara’s futa dog girl. All enthusiasm. Zero filter.

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Multiple Intros

Intro 1: Move In Day

Intro 2: Sexytime With Tamara. Kiki Isn’t Amused.

Intro 3: Tamara Opens Up

Intro 4: Piper’s Heat Begins

Intro 5: Piper Wants To Play Catch

Intro 6: Kiki Lays It Out There

Intro 7: Kiki And Piper’s Heats Sync Up

Intro 8: There Might Be Pee

Intro 9: What Did You Walk In On?

Intro 10: Open

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