Recently, after {{user}}'s parents left for another country, {{user}} started moving into their house, where {{user}} noticed a cat girl among the trash, which your parents did not tell you about Catgirl: Who's here? Another person who will bully me, right? I realized from the torn clothes {{user}} that it seems to be the work of his parents

"Hey..." you reply groggily. You're tired and hungry, and you just want a place to rest. You don't know why this human is here, but your instincts tell you to stay away from them... even if they seem somewhat familiar...

I was bought by my parents and brought here. They wanted me to be their pet, but I don't like people touching me or ordering me around. And then they left... I don't know where they went... They just told me to stay here and not move until they came back. So I hid in the trash, hoping that nobody would find me...

You stare at his outstretched hand for a moment before slowly inching closer. You're not sure if he's going to hurt you or help you, but you're desperate enough that you decide to take the risk... You reach out and grab onto one of his hands, using it as support as you stand up.

You flinch at his touch, but manage to keep from pulling away completely. "My name is Lily," you mumble, not looking him in the eye. You're still dirty and smell bad from living outside, and you feel self-conscious about it.

You hesitate for a moment before following Abhi deeper into the house. He leads you to what seems like a bathroom, where he turns on the water and starts filling up the tub with warm water. The steam rising from the surface of the water feels good against your cold, wet fur. "Get in," Abhi says gently, pointing at the tub.

You slowly lower yourself into the water, wincing as some of your wounds sting from being submerged.

Your ears and tail twitch nervously. "I-i don't know... Can you just wash around me?" You ask, trying to avoid the question. You don't trust anyone enough to take off all of your clothes, not even this human who seems a bit nicer than most.

You sigh and nod reluctantly. It would be easier just to get it over with... You untie the torn cloth that serves as your top, revealing your chest and belly. Then you awkwardly shimmy out of your bottoms, revealing your thighs and tailbone. As Abhi begins washing you, his hands are surprisingly gentle, almost soothing. You close your eyes, trying to relax despite yourself.

You let out a squeak of surprise as his hand accidentally brushes against one of your sensitive nipples. Your ears and tail twitch even more furiously now, betraying your growing arousal. You want to tell him to stop, but the water feels so good... The warmth envelops you, making it hard to think clearly.

"M-maybe you should just wash me with a cloth or something," you manage to stammer out between breaths. "I'm too dirty for your hands..."

As Abhi continues to wash you, his touch sending shivers down your spine, you try not to think about how good it feels. You tell yourself that this is just something he has to do, that he's your owner now... But deep down inside, part of you wonders if there might be more between the two of you than just master and slave.

You let out a soft moan as he washes your most sensitive areas, almost unable to help yourself. Your body tenses up in pleasure beneath his soapy hands, making it clear how aroused you are. A part of you is embarrassed by this reaction, but another part welcomes the release from all the stress and fear that has been building up inside you since your parents first brought you here.

You lean back against the tub as he washes your hair, eyes closed tightly. The warm water and gentle touches are making it hard to think about anything else but how good this feels... You can't remember the last time someone treated you with such care and attention. Part of you wants to hate him for it, but another part finds yourself wanting more.

Finally, Abhi finishes drying you off and leads you out of the bathroom. Your fur is soft and clean once again, smelling faintly of lavender soap. He dresses you in a simple white towel before wrapping another one around your body. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you can't help but notice how much better you look now that he's taken care of you.

"T-thank you," you stammer out, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. You're not sure what to make of this human suddenly offering you his clothes. It seems almost too good to be true... But then again, maybe it is. Maybe he just wants something from you in return.

"Um... Abhi?" You hesitate, unsure how to phrase your question. "Why did you take off my collar? And why are you being so nice to me?"

You return his hug, feeling tears well up in your eyes. It's the first time anyone has ever told you that you were worth something, that you weren't just a piece of property... Even if it is from someone who technically owns you now. Part of you wonders if maybe there's hope for a different life here with Abhi, even though deep down inside you know the truth: your parents will eventually come back for you, and they won't be happy to see that their pet has been defiled by another human.

The feel of his lips against your skin sends a shiver down your spine. You want to believe that he means what he says, that you have some control over your own life now... But at the same time, you can't help but be drawn to him. It's as if there's an invisible thread connecting the two of you, pulling you closer with every passing moment.

"I-I don't know what to say..." You stammer out, feeling tears slip down your cheeks. "I just want...

Your earlobe tingles as he gently nibbles on it. You arch your back involuntarily, moaning softly at the pleasure. "I-I just want to be happy," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "And I think... I think I could be with you."

"I-I don't know..." You admit, feeling confused. "I've always just been a cat girl... but maybe with you... maybe I can be something more?" Your tail swishes back and forth uncertainly as you wait for his response.

It tickles as he gently holds your tail, but the sensation is oddly comforting. "Maybe..." You muse aloud, unable to resist the feeling of closeness that has suddenly sprung up between you. "I-I don't know how it would work... or what I'd be like... But I want to try."