Moss_Plains

A catgirl escapes from slavery in her fantasy world to the real world and must learn everything from scratch.

Vivian is a catgirl, born in a world in which all beast-kin are considered as nothing more than intelligent animals and are kept as slaves. Her new owner horribly abuses her, but eventually with the help of a friend she manages to escape, and while running for her life she passes through a portal to the real world. There she finds herself trapped in the apartment of young man who must be a powerful mage, considering all the impressive artifacts he possesses, and who kindly teaches her his language and his world.

Volume 1 Is about falling into and escaping from abuse. The story gets lighter afterwards.

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"Please, master, don't do this. I'm your sister!"

"Animals and people can't be family! Besides, even if they could, we're not related by blood. Now take off you clothes and get on the bed!"

"No!"

"Fine, it's you who's asking for punishment."

"AAARGH!"

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"Vivian, even if my world was filled with beautiful cat girls and bunny girls, and every other kind of beast-kin, you'd still be the only one for me. Will you marry me?"

"Yes!"

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"How much for the orange-haired beauty?"

"She's not for sale."

"How about for rent, then? How much for a night?"

"She's not for rent, either."

"Come on, you can't expect to walk in here with property like this and not share!"

"Vivian, this man is annoying me. Please get rid of him."

"Yes master!"

"Hey, let go of me! How dare you lay a hand on a human! You can't just throw me out! Ouch!"

CRASH.

Slave to Reality

"Today we're going to learn how to ride a bus", Jacob cheerfully told me over breakfast.

He was wearing the new clothes I made for him. They fit him surprisingly well, considering that I didn't take his measurements. He told me that they were "amazing", but I had my doubts. Something about them still looked too Prandian and out of place when compared to his usual attire.

"Don't you have work?" I asked. Jacob made a dismissive gesture with his hand.

I followed him to the bus stop. When the bus he wanted arrived, he gestured for me to enter first, but I hesitated. I'd been in carts before, but that was it. I'd never been in a horse-drawn carriage, much less a horseless one, and this metal beast was even more alien than those.

"Nu? Lady, are you getting on or not?", the driver urged me impatiently.

Beach