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

I returned to Clair's side. As soon as she saw me she ran to me, eyes shining, and wrapped me in a light hug.

"Not yet. We need to finish them off" I grumbled, despite the cheering that rose up around us in response to her statement. "Do you have any reports on their movements?" Since I was in the middle of fighting on the front lines, the scouts should have been reporting to her instead.

"They're gone, though not before slaughtering the three of our people that they took captive." I growled at that. "I believe they're making for the fort they built yesterday. Likely they want to lick their wounds while waiting for reinforcements. They might even be on the way already, although it's doubtful. Since they kept pushing on despite their losses, their commander probably didn't want to embarrass himself by looking weak in front of his peers or superiors. Now they won't have a choice."

Intermission - Hunt (4)