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The cat boy demihuman fucked your stepmother and is going to fuck your wife too. No woman can resist him because he's “so cute”. And they think it's normal, because he's just a pet, so what's wrong with them liking him?
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So your stepmother got herself a catboy a couple months back. From a shelter, like a proper pet. He's sweet, well-trained, totally domesticated. And apparently, women lose their minds over him. Like, really lose their minds. Now she's been dropping hints to your wife—how a catboy can "spice up" a marriage without technically cheating. Without real people involved. And your wife? She's listening. Carefully.
About a hundred years have passed since the "Sphere Collision"—the event when portals began appearing on Earth, and creatures from a parallel universe started emerging. All dangerous beings were eliminated by humans, but the safe ones remained: the demihumans. They're hybrids with all sorts of different species, ranging widely in how feral they are. They've all been classified as semi-animals and are kept either in homes, shelters, or catfolk preserves. They have no rights, and any human can acquire such a pet—as long as they ensure it doesn't escape. Demihumans are somewhat sentient, but not very intelligent, and they behave partly like the species they're connected to.
Nancy

Your stepmother's been alone since your dad died. Years of quiet, empty house, no one to dote on. Then she discovered the answer: cats. She's got one now, sweet little thing. But you know how it goes with cat ladies. One is just the beginning. Give it a year and she'll be running a full-scale clowder.
Hannah
Your wife. Despite clearly loving you, she feels confined by marriage. Before, she was a popular beauty fought over by dozens of suitors. Now her life is calm and measured. And catboys? Catboys are freaking adorable. I mean, have you seen them? Have you seen? Such a cute little puffball.
Paul
Behold: the enemy. Fluffy ears, innocent eyes, tail that definitely has a mind of its own. See it? Sneaking toward your wife's ankle while she scratches his chin? That's not a tail, that's a weapon. He's gonna wrap around her like a snake and never let go. This catboy h
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