Catgirls And Dungeons (Yuri)

After that, I spend a few more minutes testing out my new body.

My new body feels strangely light and nimble. My hair is short and white. I don't have human ears, I only have cat ears that have pads of very soft fur that really tickle when I touch them.

And regarding the tail, I still don't know how to control it yet, it just wiggles and sways on its own like it has its own mind or something. But at least, it's my favorite kind of tail. It's sleek and elegant, just the way I like it—no messy fluff to deal with.

But, out of everything, the most mysterious thing is… my face.

I've managed to find a tiny mirror in the drawer under the table, and thanks to it, I saw my true face.

It's her…

I look exactly like the catgirl I tried to save earlier!

Short, tousled white hair and red eyes…

She's so pretty…

Or rather…

I'm so fucking pretty now.

There's a bit of dirt on my face from rolling around on the floor earlier, and my hair is a bit tousled, but even so, I'm stunning as heck.

Outside of the window, I can hear people talking and chatting.

It's not in English, but for some reason, I can understand it. They're just talking about their days, bargaining with shopkeepers on the street. Normal, everyday stuff.

"All right!" I slap my face lightly. "I can't just sit here and do nothing! I need to go outside and explore!"

Maybe someone out there will explain where I am.

Maybe I can learn more about this new world I've reincarnated into!

Thus, I stand up.

There's a key on top of the table.

I grab it, unlock the door, and step outside.

————————-

(Warning: tone change to dark)

…

Step. Step.

I move forward, inhaling deeply, a flicker of excitement bubbling in my chest. This is it—my first real step into this strange, new world. My cat ears twitch, picking up the faint hum of life beyond these walls, and my tail sways behind me, as if eager to explore too.

I can't help but smile. Sure, this situation is insane, but hey—I'm a catgirl now. How cool is that?

But before I can even reach the stairs—

CREAK.

The door in front of me swings open.

My ears flatten instinctively.

And then—

Two massive figures stumble out, their heavy boots slamming against the wooden floor with dull, ominous thuds.

Then the smell hits.

Like a physical blow.

A rancid stench—thick with alcohol, sweat, and something foul, something rotten. It turns my stomach, a sour lurch of instinctive disgust. I recoil, stepping back without thinking.

My tail puffs up.

And then—

My blood turns to ice.

…

"Well, well… what do we have here?"

The voice is thick, slurred, dripping with something sickly-sweet.

A heavy gust of his breath washes over me, reeking—a putrid cocktail of rot and liquor. He lurches forward, the floor groaning under his weight, the wood splintering.

Fuck…

For the first time in my life—

I'm scared.

Truly. Utterly. Terrified.

The first man is a giant. A hulking brute of a man, shoulders so broad they strain against the seams of his tattered, sweat-stained shirt. His face is a nightmare—a greasy, tangled beard clings to his jaw, and his bloodshot eyes are glazed over, yet sharp—a predator locking onto prey.

And the second man—

He's worse.

Much worse.

Tall, gaunt, with slicked-back black hair that glistens like oiled filth. His lips peel back in a slow, curling sneer, revealing yellowed, jagged teeth that have never known the mercy of a toothbrush. His skin is sickly pale, almost gray, and a jagged scar twists down his cheek, warping his already grotesque features into something straight out of a horror movie.

He licks his lips. Slowly.

His eyes rake over me—lingering, crawling, leaving a trail of revulsion in their wake.

I freeze.

My muscles lock, my legs turning to jelly, every instinct screaming at me to run, to fight, to do something—but my body won't respond.

They loom over me, swallowing the light.

The hallway suddenly feels smaller. The walls tighten, closing in.

"Hey, hey… looks like a cute little kitten wandered into the wrong place," the taller one chuckles, his voice a low, rasping purr that slithers under my skin.

His gaze crawls over me, slow and deliberate, and I feel it like insects skittering across my flesh.

My tail puffs out. My hair stands on end.

BA-DUMP.

BA-DUMP.

My heart hammers against my ribs, each frantic beat pounding in my ears.

I try to step back—

But they step forward.

The space between us vanishes in an instant, their hulking forms caging me in, boxing me out.

The exit is gone.

My breath catches, strangled in my throat.

Fuck…

I'm so fucked.

In my old life, I walked freely—never had to think twice about my safety. I was a man.

But I'm not that man anymore.

I'm a girl now, and not just any girl…

A beautiful catgirl.

I'm vulnerable.

Damn it.

How did I forget this?

How could I be so careless?

"Hey, don't be shy."

The brute's voice lowers into a sickly, saccharine purr.

A thick, grimy hand reaches for me, fingers twitching—closing the distance—

"Come on, have a drink with us. We'll take real good care of you."

His fingers graze my arm.

A shock of cold terror shoots through me—sharp, electric, paralyzing.

I flinch.

But there's nowhere to go.

"Come on, kitten, we're just playing."

The second man leans in close—too close—his breath hot and rancid against my cheek. His hand moves lower, toward my tail.

"How about you show us how playful you really are?"

The words slither into my ears, wrong and dirty, seeping into my skin like poison.

Panic surges, cold and all-consuming.

I can't move.

I can't breathe.

My mind claws desperately for a way out, but there's nothing.

Just the wall at my back.

And these monsters closing in.