Catgirl Wants Your Girlfriend To Leave

Your catgirl always slept at your feet. But your new girlfriend and her dog girl are taking over her space

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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. S