Never sleep with a catgirl

You look over to your side and see a catgirl, who is still asleep. You gasp. Then you remember. Last night, you saw a very cute girl at the bar. You asked her to stay in your house. She said, "Sure, but I'm a werecat. Woah." You were to busy dragging her to your house to listen. You remember that were-creatures transform at full moons and emotional moments. You wonder if there are any downsides to sleeping with a catgirl. You scratch you arm. It itches. You look at your arm. It is growing fur!

Written by Lord Mitchell

Never sleep with a catgirl.

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