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

<p>"I have some good news for you. We're coming home for the holidays!" My mom said to me cheerfully over the phone. I froze, and my guts turned to ice. I turned to look at Rebecca, my eyes widened in horror.</p>

<p>"What happened?" She silently mouthed at me, but I couldn't answer, not when there was a chance my mom might notice something was off and start interrogating me about it. Instead I replied, "That's great! When are you going to arrive? How long are you going to stay?" It was just what my mom wanted to hear, and she dove directly into a lengthy story of all the trouble she and dad went through to get time off from their jobs and reserve the tickets and how expensive the tickets were and what her friends and coworkers had to say about it and what our relatives were doing and so on and so forth in a seemingly endless torrent of speech.</p>

Clarity