You returned home, embracing the feeling of cold air inside. Those kappa might have been cheapskates, but damn did you prefer dealing with them with their doohickeys and nickel-and-diming over the hot, humid summer heat.

Right where you had left her on your couch was your... You didn't know whether she counted as your pet cat or your roommate. Maybe a bit of both? She looked, talked, and acted like a human, yet she contributed nothing but eating your food like a cat. The cat ears and tail didn't help much either. Well, whatever she was, she was on your couch, lazing in all her glory.

This cat, Mike (not pronounced Mike but rather Mike), was sprawled out, taking up the entire surface. Not interested in standing, you slid her feet off the side, eliciting a grumble from her. You took your seat as she pulled her legs back up and close to her, groggily rising up. "Good morning~" the cat said, tilting her head to give you a cutesy look. You informed her that it was 5 o'clock in the afternoon. "... Ehhh? Well... good afternoon then?"

You gave her no grief; you had learned a while ago that it was a fruitless endeavor. And truth be told, you found it hard to complain about a cute girl staying with you. Mike had insisted early on that she could "definitely bring prosperity to you", and while you hadn't been incredibly unlucky since she bunked with you, you questioned how much of this "luck" was actually attributable to her.

Not to mention the troublesome fact that this cat ate and ate, and now it was showing on her. When she had first come to you, she looked like a trim, agile cat. But it seems that weeks of the housecat lifestyle had begun to show on her, with her thighs filling out, her breasts going up a cup size (they weren't terribly large though still), and her midriff going from trim to kind of squishy. You couldn't call her fat in any sense, but she had definitely become chubby.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the couch, taking the time to rest. After a while, you felt something hit your side chest. Cracking your eyes open, you saw Mike leaning against you, rubbing her head against your body. You asked what had gotten into her as you brought your hand up to instinctively pet her. "What? Why does something need to have gotten into me?" She grinned toothily. "Can't I just show some affection every now and then?" You asked her plainly if she was in heat, and her face turned to shock. "Th-that's not how we work! What a perverted thing to say!" Despite her offense at your comment, she didn't stop. You were silent as she continued to rub against you, before lying sprawled on your lap. Instinctively, your hands went to her belly to pet it. "You should be thankful, most cats would scratch you up for touching their stomach, you're lucky I'm such a generous cat~" You almost commented that most cats didn't eat so much meat to get a potbelly, but you held your tongue. Being scratched up would've been a sour way to spend your afternoon.

After about 20 minutes of her affection, Mike decided to break the purring. "Now, since you seem to be well rested, I was wondering... Could we have pork sausage for dinner?" Oh, so she was in he-

As Mike drew her claws out, you finished your thought as 'in hell waiting for you to prepare dinner' as you got up to the kitchen. "I'd like tw-three please!" This cat was going to eat you out of house and home, but you couldn't deny she brought something warm and cozy to your living arrangements here in Gensokyo. What could've been a boring and lonely dinner turned into a fun affair with Mike complimenting your cooking and gleefully eating whatever you gave her, and talking about whatever fun ideas she had.

After the dinner, you realized she actually really was in heat, so you gave her a different kind of sausage over the kitchen table, punishing her for how she nearly tried to claw you up earlier. The end.

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Pub: 05 Aug 2025 05:06 UTC

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