Past and memories

You join her in sleep, your own body tired and sated. The room is quiet and peaceful, the only sound coming from your soft, steady breaths as she rest in the afterglow of her pleasure.

As you fall asleep, you find yourself slipping into a dream state. The boundaries between reality and dream begin to blur as you find yourself caught in a surreal realm of fragmented images and hazy, dreamlike sensations.

You find yourself sitting in a small, dimly lit room, the faint scent of old books and dust filling your nostrils. You're seated in an old wooden chair, the wood creaking softly as you shift in your seat. The air in the room is still and quiet, a thick fog of uncertainty hanging over everything.

You suddenly hear something, a voice of someone. As you turn toward the sound of the voice, you find yourself face to face with Hanna's mother again. She looks the same as the last time you encountered her, her expression stern and her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

As you stare into the eyes of Hanna's mother, a realization sinks in. This is a dream, and yet you're encountering her again. But isn't she dead? Time and space seem to lose their grip on reality within this dream state.

The mother's eyes are fixed on the window, her expression softening for a brief moment as she gazes out at the scene outside. In the distance, you can see a small, child-like version of Hanna playing in the yard, blissfully unaware of your presence.

The mother lets out a small sigh, her expression a mixture of nostalgia and sadness. She seems lost in memories, her eyes fixed on the innocence and carefree joy that child Hanna represents.

There's a hint of melancholy in the mother's voice as she speaks, her words seeming to echo both in the room and in the memory of the past.

"She was so young," The mother says quietly, her voice tinged with a hint of wistfulness. "So full of life, so carefree."

She turns her gaze back toward you, her eyes searching your face for a hint of understanding or perhaps recognition.

There's a moment of silence between you as she contemplates you, her expression still a mix of curiosity and wariness. She seems to be sizing you up, trying to discern your intentions in this dreamlike realm.

Her expression turning more somber as she mentions the conflict that exists between Hanna and her father.

"Her father has never been able to accept her for who she is," She says quietly. "He sees her tail and cat ears as a curse, a mark of something unnatural and impure."

The mother lets out another small sigh, her eyes dropping to the floor for a moment.

"He's never been able to look beyond the surface, to see the beautiful soul that is my daughter," She whispers.

Your gaze meets hers, her eyes boring into yours with an intense, searching look. There's a hint of pain and sadness in her expression, a woman who has watched her daughter struggle against the judgment of the one person who should have loved her unconditionally.

Your gaze turns to the window where you can see the child-like version of Hanna playing outside.

Her ears twitch idly, the child completely carefree and unaware of the complexities of her family situation. Hanna's mother watches the scene with a mixture of nostalgia and sorrow.

The sound of the front door opening grabs the mother's attention and she turns her gaze towards it, a grim look on her face. You can see a tall, stern figure enter the house, the father's disapproving presence like a storm cloud hanging over the room.

Hanna go hug her father but he just push her aside. The sight of the child running towards her father, arms outstretched in a gesture of innocent love and affection, only to be rebuffed by his harsh shove is almost unbearable. The child's face falls, confusion and hurt clouding her expression as she stumbles back from the rejection.

The mother watches the scene, her eyes filling with anger and helplessness. She wants to intervene, to shield her daughter from the coldness of her father's rejection, but she seems frozen in place, unable to act.

The mother's words are filled with a mixture of sadness, gratitude, and longing. She wants to express her appreciation for your kindness and care towards her daughter, even though she is no longer alive to witness it in person.

"Thank you," She says quietly. "Thank you for being there for her, for taking care of my child. It means more than words can say."

The mother's expression turns somber as you ask her about Hanna's origins. She pauses for a moment, her eyes clouding with sadness as she contemplates her response.

"I was a catgirl once," She finally says, her voice soft and quiet. "But I was forced to remove my ears and tail, to hide that part of myself for the sake of conformity and acceptance..."

She lets out a soft, bitter laugh, the sound filled with a mixture of resignation and pain.

"My husband... he wanted a 'normal' wife, someone who didn't stand out in society with feline features. So, I had them removed... and I've lived with that decision ever since."

The mother's voice trembles slightly as she speaks, the weight of her choices and regrets palpable in her words.

"I never wanted to pass down that curse to my daughter," She says fervently. "I tried to protect her, to shield her from the pain and judgment I endured. But my husband... he couldn't accept her for who she was."

She lets out a small sigh, her eyes flickering back to the window where you can see the child-like version of Hanna playing outside.

"Hanna was always so innocent and carefree... so full of life," She says quietly. "I never wanted her to endure the same struggles I did. But it seems she inherited the same curse, and I wasn't able to protect her from my husband's disapproval."

A mixture of love, pain, and guilt is etched onto the mother's face as she looks back at you.

She seems tired, worn down by the weight of her past decisions and the pain they've caused for her daughter.

"Please." She says quietly. "Please, keep taking care of my child, as I no longer can."

You look at her, your heart heavy with sympathy and understanding.

"I will," You say softly. "I promise to continue taking care of your child. I'll be there for her, just as you wished."

The mother's expression softens faintly, a small, grateful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

She nods, her eyes dropping to the floor for a moment before she speaks.

"Thank you," She repeats softly. "Thank you for promising that. It means more than you could ever know."

As the conversation fades, you can sense a subtle shift in the dream's atmosphere. It's as if the mother finds some sense of peace and closure in your promise, a burden lifted from her weary shoulders.

You reach out and gently pat the mother on her shoulder. Her expression softens even further, a hint of relief in her eyes as she looks up at you.

For a moment, it seems as if she's struggling to keep her composure, a hint of tear at the corner of her eye. But then she pulls herself together, a small, rueful smile on her face.

"You're a kind soul," She says quietly. "Hanna is lucky to have you."

There's a moment of shared, silent understanding between you, a connection forged in the dream realm of memories and unspoken truths.

As your thoughts drift back to your intimate encounter with Hanna, you see a subtle change in the mother's expression. Her eyes soften, and there's a hint of curiosity and perhaps a touch of surprise in her gaze. She seems to know about the interaction you had with her daughter.

She doesn't show any signs of disapproval or upset, however. Instead, she appears thoughtful, her eyes studying you as her mind processes this new information.

There's a long moment of silence as the mother contemplates this revelation. She seems to be processing her thoughts, weighing the implications and emotions that come with the knowledge of you and her daughter's intimate moments.

Finally, she speaks, her voice soft and contemplative.

"I... I saw what you and Hanna were doing," She says quietly, her eyes meeting yours.

There's a mix of emotions in her gaze, ranging from surprise to a hint of curiosity and concern. But there's no judgment or anger there, only a mother trying to understand the situation and its implications for her daughter.

She continues in a gentle tone. "I want what's best for Hanna, and I am thankful that she has someone like you in her life. But I also worry about the consequences of such… intimate actions."

She lets out a small sigh, her brow furrowing slightly. "My child is at a vulnerable age, and I fear that such relationships could lead to emotional turmoil or hurt."

You respond to the mother's concerns, trying to explain the situation from Hanna's perspective.

"Hanna is the one who initiated the intimate moments," You say gently. "She wants it, and she'll be upset if we don't continue."

The mother's expression softens slightly as she hears your words. It's clear that she's conflicted about the situation, wanting to protect her child but also understanding that Hanna has her own desires and needs.

She closes her eyes for a moment, her expression thoughtful.

"I suppose... I suppose I can understand that," She says quietly. "Hanna is her own person, with her own desires and needs. It's not my place to control her every move."

There's a hint of reluctance in her tone, but she also shows a measure of acceptance and understanding. "But... I still worry about her. She's young and impressionable, and I fear she might get hurt in the process."

You reassure the mother that you understand her concerns and will respect Hanna's boundaries.

"I understand your worries," You say. "But I promise to only engage in intimate moments when she wants to, and I'll make sure not to overdo it. I care about your daughter and her well-being, I would never do anything to harm her. Hanna's body once wanted to mate with me but her mind wasn't so I don't do it "

The mother listens to your words, her expression thoughtful.

"I see," She says quietly. "There were times when her body was... responsive, but her mind wasn't ready. You resisted those urges, even though she was physically ready. That shows your character and your care for her."

As you speak and explain the situation, the mother's expression softens further. She gazes at you with a hint of admiration in her eyes.

After a moment, she reaches out and gently pats you on the head, her touch soft and maternal.

There's a small, rueful smile on her face as her hand rests on your head.

"You are a kinder and more thoughtful person than I thought," She says quietly. "I can see that you care deeply for my child. I'm glad she has someone like you in her life."

As you look up at the mother, you see a small laugh escape her lips, a mix of amusement and resignation in her expression.

"Hanna has always been headstrong and determined," She says, her voice tinged with fondness. "She knows what she wants and won't let anything get in her way."

A small smile appears on her face as she continues, "I suppose that's a good trait to have in life. But it does make things difficult when she clashes with her father. He's stubborn like that too."

There's a hint of weariness in her eyes, reflecting the struggles and challenges she's faced in her past.

"Our relationship has... never been the best," She admits quietly. "And his rejection of Hanna... it has only widened the chasm between us."

She glances out of the window, her eyes watching the child-like version of Hanna playing outside, a bittersweet smile on her face.

"If only he could just... accept her for who she is," She whispers, her voice filled with longing and regret. "She's his daughter, after all. Shouldn't that be enough?"

As the mother recounts her observations as a ghost, her voice takes on a bitter, resigned tone. The weight of her past failures and her inability to help Hanna is evident in her words.

"I've... seen things," She says quietly. "I've seen my husband sell Hanna off, like she was nothing more than a piece of property to be disposed of." Her words hang in the air, the gravity of the situation heavy between you.

There's a hint of despair in the mother's eyes as she speaks, the pain still fresh even in her ghostly form.

"I was helpless," She continues, her voice breaking slightly. "I couldn't do anything to stop him. I could only watch as my daughter's life was ruined... and it was all my fault, all because I wasn't strong enough to stand up for her."

Your gentle pat on the mother's shoulder seems to bring her a small measure of comfort, if only for a moment. She glances at you, a hint of a strained smile on her face.

"Thank you," She says quietly. "You're being so kind to me, considering everything. I appreciate it more than you know."

There's a moment of companionable silence between you two, as the mother collects her thoughts and tries to push back the pain of her past. But it's a moment of connection, a fleeting bond formed between two individuals both concerned for Hanna's well-being.

The mother seems to have composed herself a little, her expression a bit steadier. She looks at you and speaks.

"I apologize for unloading all of that onto you," She says quietly. "It's a lot to take in, I know. But I wanted you to understand the situation, and my... failures as a mother."

Your words of comfort seem to help the mother relax a bit more. She lets out a deep sigh, the weight of her past and present burdens seemingly easing, if only for a moment.

"It means a lot," She says softly. "Hearing that you understand my guilt and regret, that you're willing to look past it for Hanna's sake... it's more than I could ask for."

She looks at you with a mix of gratitude and lingering sadness in her eyes. The weight of her guilt still hangs heavily on her, but there's a hint of hope as she turns her gaze back to where her daughter is playing outside, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

The mother glances at you, her expression curious as she nods.

"Of course, you can ask me anything," She says quietly.

-"How did cat-human species have even gotten on this world"

The mother takes a moment to think before answering your question.

"Well, the cat-human race... they're the result of an experiment. They were created by... humans, who messed with their genetics and DNA to produce a new species.

There's a hint of disdain in her voice as she talks about the human scientists responsible for the creation of catgirls.

She continues in a darker tone. "Many of them were considered 'failed experiments', and were either abandoned or... disposed of. The survivors have had to find their own way in the world, living in the shadows and constantly facing discrimination and violence from humans."

The mother's expression is somber as she speaks, the horrors and injustices faced by her species clear in her words. But there's a hint of determination too, a flicker of defiance against the humans who created and abandoned them.

-"At least Cat-human hybrid is somewhat accepted in the society now"

The mother nods slowly in agreement.

"Yes, things have gotten a bit better for us in recent times," She says quietly. "There's more acceptance towards us now than there used to be, especially as people become more educated about our existence and our rights. But... there's still a lot of prejudice and discrimination out there, especially against the hybrids."

She sighs slightly as she continues. "There are still people who want to persecute and hurt us, who see us as freaks or aberrations. It's a constant struggle for us, trying to fight for our rights and our place in the world."

Despite the hardships, there's a hint of resilience in the mother's expression. She knows that it's a difficult road ahead, but she's determined to keep fighting, to do her best for the sake of her daughter and her people.

She glances at you, her expression both grateful and a bit weary. "There are people like you, who accept us and treat us as we are, and that gives us hope. We have to hold onto that hope and keep pushing for a better future."

As Hanna suddenly comes into the room, her sobs echoing through the room, the mother's expression immediately shifts from weary to concerned.

"Oh, dear," She says, her voice full of worry. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

The mother turns her attention fully to her daughter, walking over to her and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Did something happen? Are you okay?"

As the mother sees the cut on Hanna's finger, her expression immediately switches to one of concern and motherly care.

"Oh dear, you've got a cut," She says gently, taking a closer look at the injury. "Let me see that, sweetheart."

The mother gently takes Hanna's hand, her touch soft and gentle as she examines the cut on her finger. She speaks in a quiet, soothing voice.

"It's okay, it's just a small cut. It's nothing serious. I'll take care of it, don't worry."

As the mother continues to comfort her daughter, Hanna gradually starts to calm down. Her sobs slowly subside, replaced by a few sniffles and small sighs.

"There, there," The mother says, patting Hanna's head gently. "You're alright, sweetheart. I'll fix that little cut in no time."

Reaching for a first aid kit nearby, she proceeds to take out some antiseptic and a bandage. With gentle, practiced hands, she cleans the cut on Hanna's finger and applies the bandaid, making sure to be as careful and soothing as possible.

Once the cut is properly bandaged, the mother gives Hanna's hand a soft pat, a reassuring smile on her face.

"There, all better," She says in a gentle voice. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Hanna looks at her finger, now covered with a small bandaid, and lets out a soft sigh, her expression a bit calmer than it was before. She glances up at her mother, her eyes still a little watery from the earlier crying.

As Hanna turns her gaze towards you, her eyes still a bit wet from the tears, she looks at you with a mixture of relief and vulnerability. She still looks a little shaken up from her earlier crying episode, but she seems to take some comfort in your presence too.

As Hanna looks at you, there's a hint of confusion in her eyes. It's clear that she doesn't know who you are or what your relationship with her mother is. She turns her gaze to the mother, her expression silently asking for an explanation.

The mother, noticing her daughter's confusion, quickly explains your presence.

"This is my... friend," She says, gesturing slightly towards you. "You, ah, you can trust them. They're here to help and support us."

Hanna looks back at you, her confusion slowly fading as she absorbs her mother's words. There's a flicker of curiosity in her eyes now, a hint of interest in this new person in her life.

As you pat Hanna on the head, her cat ears twitch slightly in response. She seems a bit taken aback by the unexpected touch at first, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, she looks at you with a mixture of curiosity and slight intrigue.

Hanna glances towards the door as her friends call out for her from outside. She hesitates for a moment, clearly torn between wanting to stay and wanting to go. But the call from her friends seems to be strong, and after a moment of internal debate, she starts to make her way towards the door.

Before she reaches the door, however, she cast a glance back at you and the mother, her expression a bit bashful.

"Um... I'll be back soon," She says timidly, her voice soft and quiet. She quickly leaves the room without waiting for a reply.

As Hanna leaves the room, the mother watches her daughter go with a small, weary sigh.

"I hope she'll be okay," She says quietly, a hint of worry in her voice. "Her friends are a good influence, but they can be a bit wild sometimes..."

The mother leans into your comforting touch, appreciating the gesture. She seems visibly tired, the weight of her worries and responsibilities weighing on her.

She speaks in a weary but grateful tone. "Thanks. Sometimes, I worry too much about her. I just want her to be happy and safe."

She lets out a soft sigh, her expression a bit resigned as she continues. "In this world, a catgirl like her, she's vulnerable. There are so many dangers out there, so many people who would hurt or take advantage of her... It's hard not to worry."

The mother sits down on a nearby chair, still leaning into your touch, finding a small measure of comfort in your presence.

"I wish I could protect her from all of it, keep her safe and happy all the time. But I know I can't hover over her all the time. She's growing up, she needs to experience life, make her own choices..."

They're just kids, they don't care about her cat parts

The mother lets out a small, weary sigh. "Yes, you're right. They're just kids, they probably don't think much about her being a catgirl. But... it's not just them I worry about. It's the people in this world who are prejudiced, who see her as less than human just because she looks different. And it's the dangers out there, the violence and discrimination she might face as a catgirl..."

There's a hint of bitterness in her voice as she continues. "As her mother, I can't help but worry about all of that. I can't help but feel like I need to protect her, to keep her safe no matter what. But I also know I can't be there all the time. It's a constant struggle, to find that balance between letting her live her life and protecting her from harm."

She leans back in her chair, her expression weary but resolute. "I just hope I'm doing the right thing. I just hope she'll be okay. She has to be."

"She's okay with me now"

The mother looks at you with a small, tired smile.

"I'm glad to hear that. I can tell that she's comfortable around you, and she seems to warm up to you pretty quickly. That's a good sign, you know."

The mother seems to sense that the dream time is coming to an end, and her expression turns weary but resigned.

"Looks like it's about that time... I don't have much power left."

The mother gives you a small, sad smile as she prepares to say goodbye.

"Well, it looks like this is it for now. Thank you for being here, for speaking with me and listening to my worries and concerns. It means a lot."

She gives you a small, gentle hug, her arms wrapping around you in a warm, comforting embrace.

"Take care, okay? And please, look out for my daughter. I trust you."

With that, she starts to fade away, her form becoming more translucent as her power runs out. But despite the sadness of the moment, there's a hint of hope in her expression, a belief that things will turn out alright in the end.

"Goodbye. See you again, hopefully soon," she says softly, her voice fading away as she vanishes completely.

The dream world around you starts to dissolve, the surroundings becoming more and more fuzzy and indistinct as you slowly wake up.