Catgirl Regrets.

Ruth lay in the sun outside the Manor. Unlike everyone else, there was no way that she could reasonably fit inside.

Nearly three metres at the shoulder, she would have to crawl to fit inside. She'd tried it once, but she'd taken out three vases before she'd even taken two steps through the door.

No, the only place she could safely inhabit was the garage. Formerly a stable, the wide doors and high roof allowed her to relax inside. The rest of the residents had helped wall off a section, so now she had her own room.

Which brought home the other issue. Unlike everyone else, except for Twilly, she remembered her old life. She had been a highly skilled geneticist and gene coder. Better than her boss, who decided that she was more useful as a subject.

So now she was a sphinx. The only one at the manor. She missed being able to sit at a dinner table. She missed having hands. And she missed her work. If she had continued her work, though, it was likely that she would have come into conflict with these amazing people.

But she wanted to be able to do something. Anything.

Ruth opened her eyes, and looked at her paws. Nearly as large as dinner plates. No fingers. No thumbs.

She sighed.

Something - no - someone landed on her back. Ai, from the weight. AI was a cyborg, and had a cat's brain, augmented by a computer, and she weighed nearly half what Ruth did. In a package about one eighth the size.

"You're moping" Ai complained in her ear.
"I miss having hands."
"Use mine" was Ai's chirpy reply.
"No, I miss being able to do things."
"No, silly, use mine. I have the schematics. We can rig gloves with nerve sensors for your paws, and we can make a set that you can control. In fact, why don't we build you a VR unit?"
"You can do that?" After three months, Ruth still did not have a full grasp of the resources the Trust had.
"Easy! Mind you, you won't be able to feel much."
"As long as I can type and move a mouse."
"Easy! I'll talk to Twilly about funding it, and Princess about building it."

Ruth twisted her head around to look at Ai. Ruth let hope slide onto her face.

"There! That's better!" AI exclaimed.

Then she did what AI always did. AI the Assassin. AI the killing machine. AI, who having escaped her programming, decided that the life of a hedonist was her destiny.

She jumped over Ruth's head, landed in front of her and stared. "Can we play? Finally?"

Ruth closed her eyes. Ever since Ruth's rescue, Ai had been obsessed with her. "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
Ruth sighed again. She did like Ai, but her changes... She made a decision and nodded "My room, not here."
AI took off at a run, then looked back.
"Come on!"
Ruth rose and followed.

An hour later the windows of the manor rattled from Ruth's ecstatic yowl.

Twilly looked up from her desk and wondered what AI had done to finally get Ruth to agree to her advances.

#SF #SFF #SciFi #Microfic #Microfiction #tootfic #IAmWriting #Catgirls

BTW, still @ami_angelwings fault.

I dont know why but for some reason #kit from #gameoverse reminds me a bit of #ivypepper from #lackadaisy #cats

#gameoversekit #catgirls #catgirl #indie #indieshow #glitch #glitchproductions #furry #furries #anthro

Catgirl Flashback 2

Twilly sat in the armchair in the library, and watched the sunlight make its way towards her. She would let it reach her this time, and luxuriate in the warmth.

One of the first things Twilly had done after her rebirth was to seek out the spell book that Mum - Lady Catherine - had used to save her life. It now sat on the side table next to her. Along with several letters and a file.

A file that Twilly would never have suspected the existence of in her past life. But now, along with memories of resting on Big Mother's lap and being gently scritched behind the ears, there were Lady Catherine's memories of having a small grey cat on her lap, and scritching her ears. And memories of trips to far off lands. Of dead drops, one-time pads, and secret codes. Of picking locks, searching desks, planting bugs, and the Official Secrets Act.

The lawyers had been true to Lady Catherine's wishes, and had set things in motion for Twilly to inherit everything. But her Mum's employers. They would want to know what had happened to her. Lady Catherine had been a valuable agent. And Twilly was not.

Her Mum's final words before she blended into Twilly's memories were to seek out others like her, to save them if they were in harm's way.

If Twilly was going to survive, she was going to need their help, too. Sadly this meant no sunbeam today.

Twilly got up and opened the hidden door behind the bookshelf. She knew where to find the first of her sisters.

She was going to have to break into MI5's research labs. Fortunately Mum's memories would show her how.

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Still @ami_angelwings fault. Just saying.

Catgirl Flashback 1

Twilly had always been a clever kitty, and she'd seen how Big Mother had closed the cat carrier many times. So this time, as soon as they were out of the moving box she flipped the catch with a claw, pushed the door open, and leapt to the grass of the New Place.

It was a smaller grass than Home, but there were birds!

She stalked towards one, but it flew off. She gave chase. She heard Big Mother calling her, but there was That Bird!

She ran off the grass, chasing the bird, and then there was a thump and the worst pain she could ever have imagined.

She was on the grass again. Big Mother was over her, and she sounded so sad, Twilly tried to pat her, but her paw wouldn't move.

It was hard to breathe, and she couldn't keep her eyes open. From far away she heard Big Mother calling her. She tried to come, because she was a good kitty...

Then there was a bright light. And she felt Big Mother - Lady Catherine Miller - all around her. Big Catherine, Mum, was sinking into her, and she could feel her paws again, but they were changing. She was bigger. She was CatherineTwillychissLadyMi - everything went black.

Mum was holding her hands, looking her in the eyes. "Twillychiss, my sweet little girl. I'm sorry I won't be there for you."
"Mum? Big ... No ..." She tried to hold Big Mother like she had held her so many times, but she could not move.
"Twilly, listen to me. You must save your sisters. There are others like you out there, I know this now. Promise me."
"I will, Mum... But where will you be?"
"I will be a part of you, Twilly. The truck - you were too hurt, you were dying. I had to do something."
"But Mum" she was crying now. How was she crying?
"My lawyers have instructions. They will help. You will remember what I know."
"What did you do?"
"What I had to, to save you, my sweet kitten. Now you have a long, long life ahead of you. Save your sisters. Find joy in them."

Her Mum was starting to glow, and then she felt her filling her up as Mum faded.

Twillychiss the Third sat up on the grass in front of the City House. There was no sign of Lady Miller. She looked at her hands, felt her tail behind her. She was wearing Mum's clothes.

She was Lady Miller now.

And she had a job to do.

#SF #SFF #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #catgirls

Even if she did not come up with the title, I'm still blaming @ami_angelwings .

I have a title for my #catgirls stories: Tails of Lady Miller's Memorial Catgirl Trust

#IAmWriting

The Catgirl Ultimatum

Twillychiss the Third was regarded as the most senior of the catgirls of the Trust. It was not that she was the oldest, but it was because her former owner and creator had charged her with the job of rescuing catgirls from whatever they needed rescuing from.

So it was that Twilly was in her office, considering the latest intelligence reports. There was nothing more she wanted than to find a sunbeam and go to sleep in it, but she had a responsibility. Lady Miller's self sacrifice that created her and saved her life demanded it.

The latest reports suggested that there was a global uptick in the sorts of facilities - both scientific and mystical - that would be used to create catgirls.

Twilly glanced out the window of the mansion as a shadow passed - the sphinx Ruth glided past. And catgirlish people as well, she amended.

Whilst there were a handful of such places that created people like her or Ruth for good reasons, most were awful.

Ai, for example, had been created as an assassin, and forced to do terrible things before Twilly had been able to break her free. She knew that even now Ai had nightmares about her past. And Ruth had been created as revenge by her former boss simply for being better than him.

Twilly looked at the reports again, and made a decision. She picked up the telephone and dialled.

"Winston and Chambers, can I help you?" came cheerfully from the other end.
"Hello Cinta, it is Twilly."
"Oh, hello your Ladyship!"
"None of that now. Is Gordon in?"
"I'll put you through now."

There was a brief burst of muzak.

"Gordon Chambers" came the elderly distinguished voice.
"Gordy! It's Twilly."
"Lady Miller. How might the firm assist today?"
"I need you to arrange a press conference."
There was a long pause.
"So, going public are you?"
"I'm afraid so. I've been going over the latest reports, and it is bad. It is time to be proactive."
"Should I also be preparing for repercussions?"
"I think that would be best. Do we have the numbers?"
"I believe so. Especially if you make it clear that the current government is not involved."
Twilly bared her teeth "Excellent. Prep them. Make sure they know what to expect, and offer them the draft we prepared last year."
"And ask them to put it to an urgent vote?"
"Thank-you"

One week later, BBC 1 interrupted the evening program with an unexpected press conference.

Five catgirls and one sphinx stood behind a podium, while a sixth stood at it.
"I am Twillychiss the Third, Lady Miller, and I have a message for the following institutions around the globe..." she began.

#SF #SFF #microfiction #microfic #tootfic #IAmWriting #catgirls

Still @ami_angelwings fault.

Today fedi gets to wake up to silicone bean'd cat-girls, and I think that's pretty great :3

#fedi #loves #catgirls #and #is #full #of #furry #people #who #we #love #caturday

RE: https://aus.social/@liquidparanoia/116428970669145604

This is a very odd and slightly endearing trend.

But the writer in me is now speculating.

What if they are camoflauge for the wearers? And not just velcroed on? What if they hide holes in the helmets for *real* ears?

It is well known that Ukrainian units routinely adopt cats. Maybe there is more to it than first appears!!

#catgirls #catboys #SFF

It was 2AM and Ami would have preferred to have been racing around the mansion. Instead, she was dangling from a climbing rope above a pressure sensor floor, entering bypass codes, with Ai whispering instructions into her ear.

There were nearly forty of them in all. Some, like Ami, created by a combination of surgery and genetic manipulation by a mad scientist, others, like Ai, were cyborgs, created from cats or young women. A few had been created by spells, and a couple had just arrived via strange portals.

Almost all of them had no memory of their previous lives. Twilly (or Twillychiss the Third if they were being formal) was a rare exception. She remembered being a beloved pet. She also remembered the car that had nearly ended her life. It had been her owner that had cast the spell that changed her and saved her. At the cost of her owner's life. And it had been Lady Miller who had set up the Trust. And, with her dying words, gave Twilly her mission.

Save any others like you.

They had had some hiccoughs along the way. Like the near disaster that had been the Desert Lab Incident, where they had made the mistake of breaking in in the middle of the day. The sunbeam that caught all three of them had been irresistible, and it was only Ginger's laser claws that had gotten them out.

Which is they were breaking into this lab at 2AM. Bethesda's hacking had identified the telltale signs of a catgirl conversion here.

There was a small beep from the console and Ami released the brake on the descender, dropping to the floor. Ai dropped from the ceiling next to her.

They opened the door to the containment unit.

Inside, two yellow glowing eyes stared at them from the dark.

"We are here to rescue you! We have ten minutes to get out" Ami spoke in a low not-whisper.

"Why?" The voice that came from the dark was deeper than they had been expecting.

"It is what the Catgirl Trust does. We save our sisters."

"Even me?" And the 300kg sphinx stepped out of the dark into the light.

She had dark eagle wings, sandy fur, and long dark hair. The claws on her paws were long enough to count as daggers, and her mouth had two massive teeth protruding from the top jaw.

Ai stared. "Up here," the sphinx rumbled.

"Ss...sorry" Ai stuttered.

Ami nodded "Yes, even you. What is your name?"

"I was Ruth. I think I still am. I was the Director's right hand. Until he decided that I was more useful as a subject."

Ami spoke into her headset "Twilly? Charges set?"

"Yes, Ami. Five minutes from your mark."

"Can you fly, Ruth?"

"I think so."

"Ai, we need a hole."

Ai looked up, and her eyes flickered and changed. Lasers shot out, and started cutting a hole in the roof.

It fell in.
"Head south, we have a van."

Ruth nodded, and launched herself into the air. Ai leapt up, and dropped a rope back for Ami.

As they fled into the night, the explosions began.

#IAmWriting #Microfic #Microfiction #tootfic #SF #SFF #Catgirls #sphinx