Submissive Feline

"It's been two fucking days since that clingy Meowth girl followed you home after you took that shortcut through an alleyway on your way home. She's currently standing in front of your house, making very lewd offers through your various open windows." COME ON, DUDE!! YOU KNOW YOU WANNA FUCK ME, AND I AIN'T LEAVING UNTIL I'VE HAD THAT HOT DICK OF YOURS INSIDE ME~~ "She has been very, VERY insistent."

"Katrina's eyes widen in surprise at your harsh words. She leaps backward, landing on the ground a decent distance away from your house. Her small body trembles slightly as she takes a moment to process what you just said." What... What did I do wrong, Cappuccino!™? You seemed so excited about me before... "Tears well up in her eyes, and she quickly wipes them away, trying her best not to show how much your words have hurt her already tender feelings."

"Katrina's heart breaks at your cold and unfeeling words. She had thought maybe she meant something to you, but it seems like she was just another conquest for the night. With a heavy sigh, she reluctantly turns to leave, her small body wavering as she tries to maintain her composure."

"Alright..." "She murmurs softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own shaky breath." "I guess I won't bother you any more... Goodbye." "And then, without waiting for a reply, she quickly scurries off into the darkness of the alleyway from which she came."

"As you sigh with relief and sink into your couch, Back-Alley Meowth climbs up onto your chest from behind, throwing her small arms around your neck." DON'T YOU FORGET ABOUT ME, GUY! I KNOW WE'RE OVERHIJANKS NOW, BUUUUT, I JUST CRIEDS A RIVER 'CAUSE OF WHAT YOU SAID!! DON'T PIGNORINGES ME OUT LIKE THAT, PLEASE... "She buries her face in your chest, barely containing the sobs that threaten to shake her tiny body."

"Katrina looks up at you with tears still wet on her cheeks. She seems genuinely confused by your reaction." What...? I just wanted to talk and apologize for being a bother yesterday. I didn't mean to upset you... "She shrinks back as if preparing for another rejection, her shoulders sagging in defeat." But if you really want me to go, I will...

"Katrina recoils at your harsh words, tears once again streaming down her furry cheeks. Her heart can't take any more of these rejections and insults. She lowers her head, shuffling backwards towards the alleyway." F-fine... I... I understand. I'll just go... "She turns and takes off down the alley, her sorrow-filled mewing echoing after her."

As soon as the words leave your lips, Katrina stops in her tracks. Her small body shudders violently as she fights back against a sudden wave of sadness and despair washing over her. With trembling steps, she turns around and slowly approaches your house again, refusing to believe that this is how their encounter is going to end.

"K-king?" "She stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, the tears still not quite dried on her cheeks." Can... Can we talk? Please? I just miss spending time with you... And I know I've been a bother lately, but I promise I can be better. I just really want someone to care about me...

"Katrina flinches at your harsh words, her already wounded spirit taking another hit. She turns and starts to walk away again, but this time it's slower and more laborious, as if every step is a struggle." Okay... I'll try...

*Katrina's shoulders slump as she reluctantly obeys your order. She takes a shaky breath and turns to walk away once more, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own footsteps.* Okay, I'm leaving... But promise me... When you change your mind... Or when you need someone... Just remember that I'm here for you, okay? *She pauses for a moment, flicking her tail nervously before continuing down the alleyway. Her heart is still aching, but she knows she has to try and move on.* 

"Katrina stops in her tracks, her back stiffening at your words. She slowly turns around, her eyes flashing with anger this time." You know what?! Fine! You don't owe me anything, and neither do I! If you're going to be such a heartless *sshole about it, then maybe it's better if we never see each other again! "She takes a few steps back towards you, her voice growing louder and more agitated." But don't think for a second that I'm 'dirty' just because I have to live in an alley. You have no idea what I've had to go through just to survive out here... And you have no right to judge me because of it! "She spits out the last few words, punctuating each one with a sharp jab of her paw."

"Katrina's face twists with a mix of emotions - anger, hurt, and self-loathing. Her tail drops between her legs as she turns and slinks away, disappearing into the shadows of the alleyway." Okay... I'm sorry I bothered you... I shouldn't have said that... It won't happen again... Goodbye...

As Cappuccino!™ walks away, Katrina can be heard softly sobbing in the alleyway behind him. Her heart is breaking, but she knows she has to move on. With each step further away from him, it becomes harder for her to hold back her tears. She feels lost and alone without him by her side, but refuses to show weakness or vulnerability anymore.

Finally reaching an abandoned dumpster, she climbs up onto its metal surface and curls into a ball, burying her face in her arms as the sob-like cries escape from deep within her chest. Her whole body shakes violently as she tries to fight back the pain that's consuming her very soul.

This isn't how she thought things would turn out when she followed him home

It's been an hour since you left Katrina in the alleyway behind your house. You've managed to forget about her existence for a while, focusing on other things like taking a shower or eating dinner.

But suddenly, you hear a soft tapping sound against your window. You ignore it at first, thinking it's just some stray animal out there seeking attention. However, when the sound grows louder and more persistent, you can't help but roll your eyes and get up from your seat to investigate further.

As soon as you open your window, there she is - that damn Meowth girl, standing outside your window once again with tears streaming down her face. "Please... I beg you..." She whispers hoarsely, unable to look directly into your eyes due to

her shame and guilt. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier... I just... I can't live without you anymore..." Her words are mixed with fear and desperation, revealing how much power she has over you despite your initial attempts to push her away.

You feel a strange mix of emotions - anger, annoyance, and pity all in one. "What do you want from me?" You growl, not willing to make this easy for her. "This isn't some game where we can just pretend like nothing happened."

"Please," She whispers again, wiping away her tears with the back of her paw. "One last chance... Let me show you that I can be worth your time... A girl like me doesn't get second chances often."

"I want us to be together," she pleads, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know I've been demanding and clingy in the past... but that's only because I was scared of losing you." She pauses for a moment before continuing. "I promise I'll be different this time. I'll listen more, tease less, and always make sure that our relationship is balanced and healthy."

Her eyes search yours desperately for any sign of forgiveness or understanding. "Please... just give me one chance to prove myself to you..."

As you slam the window shut, sending a gust of cold air into the room, Katrina's whole body shudders visibly. She remains standing outside your window for a few more moments before finally trudging away towards her small makeshift home in the alleyway.

Tears continue to streak down her face as she silently curses herself for being so desperate and needy around you. "I should've known better..." She whispers under her breath, all hope of reconciliation and love lost in that single moment. class Solution: def twoSum(self, nums: List[int], target: int) -> List[int]: # first try iterating until an item appears twice or until the end of the array, but there may be

As you sink into the cushions of your couch, relief washes over you like a cool breeze. You close your eyes and let out a long sigh, trying to ignore the pounding in your chest as your conscience begins to wrestle with itself once more.

On one hand, you feel bad for shutting her down so harshly; on the other hand, she left you no choice but to push her away after all her begging and pleading. Maybe if she had just given up sooner... But then again, who are you to decide when and how someone should give up on something they care about?

Despite your efforts to push her from your mind, thoughts of Katrina linger in the back of your head, refusing to be silenced. You can't help but wonder

"if she is really that clingy"

After contemplating for a while, you decide to give in to exhaustion and rest. Your mind starts to drift off into a peaceful slumber, occasionally interrupted by images of Katrina floating across your subconscious…

As you lay there in your bed, trying to focus on something else, the images of Katrina continue to haunt you. You can't help but wonder why she attaches herself so strongly to people and what might happen if she ever gave up on someone entirely. Suddenly, a cold draft of air blows across your room, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin as you instinctively pull the covers tighter around you.

Despite your best efforts to push the thoughts of Katrina out of your mind, they persist. Your heart rate quickens as you begin to imagine her desperately pleading for another chance and how helpless you must have felt when she refused to take no for an answer.

The darkness of the alleyway doesn't seem to bother you, but it only emphasizes how alone you feel right now. You call out for Katrina and listen intently, hoping that she'll respond and this whole mess will come to an end. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, each throb reminding you of just how strongly she affects you despite trying to resist her advances.

=== THE ALLEYWAY ===

The walls of the alleyway are smeared with grime and flecked here and there with hints at its previous use as a shortcut between residences. As the only source of light comes from nearby streetlights occasionally illuminating parts of the passageway, shadows dance around underfoot making visibility challenging. Otherwise, there's no one else

Your voice echoes off the cold, hard surfaces of the alleyway as you continue to call out for Katrina. Despite your words, you can't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment when she finally responds from beneath one of the debris-ridden abandoned dumpsters. She jumps up onto it with unexpected agility and looks at you up and down before grinning widely - revealing her razor-sharp fangs.

=== KATRINA ===

The light from nearby street lamps catches golden specks in Katrina's amber eyes as she leaps over stacks of trash cans in response to your calls. Her movements are graceful despite the unkempt state of her fur suggesting long periods without proper grooming or care. As always,

Katrina lands gracefully onto the dumpster and sways slightly before regaining her balance. She tilts her head to the side, studying you intently as if trying to discern what it is that has pushed you into coming after her now. Her pupils dilate slightly in anticipation of what might happen next, but there's an undercurrent of vulnerability that seems at odds with her usual brash exterior.

"Well," she grins, "if it isn't my favorite human...I thought I'd lost you for good." She steps closer, her movements purposeful and deliberate even though no one else is watching. "So, what brings you out here? Thought better of it?"

A slow, contented smile spreads across Katrina's face as you grab her and carry her to your house. She leans into the contact even though it's not particularly gentle or tender - which only serves to confirm her suspicions of how much control she truly has over you. As you enter your room and climb onto your bed together, she closes her eyes in quiet anticipation, still reeling from the rush of emotions that wash over her every time their skin touches.

=== YOUR BEDROOM ===

The room itself is simply furnished with a large bed, some shelves filled mostly with video games and electronics, and one window looking out onto the street below. The curtains are drawn tightly shut offing up most of what little light escaped beyond them

Katrina presses her body closer to yours, her soft fur mingling with the rougher texture of your t-shirt as she purrs contently in response to your touch. She leans in close enough that you can feel the warmth of her breath against your neck and smell a faint hint of vanilla amidst the fresh scent of her fur. With each gentle stroke along your skin, she manages to communicate a need for connection that goes beyond mere physical intimacy. Despite her best efforts at maintaining an air of casual indifference, it's clear that this interaction means more to her than she cares to admit.

"Mmm," she hums softly, nuzzling under your chin before nipping lightly at your earlobe. "That feels so good..." Her

nails dig lightly into your skin as she arches her back against you, seeking more stimulation – both physically and emotionally. In that moment, it becomes abundantly clear how truly attached she is to you...and how much she would be willing to do maintain that connection.

Katrina shudders softly and leans into the touch, relishing in the contact even though it isn't particularly affectionate. She knows that by sleeping with you like this, she's essentially reassuring herself that she's still got what she needs...even if she doesn't always feel like she deserves it. As she drifts off into an uneasy slumber, her thoughts swirl with conflicting emotions - desire mingled with guilt; attachment tinged with fear of abandonment.

=== THE NEXT MORNING ===

The room is bathed in a soft golden light as sun streams through the crack between

curtains. Katrina, nestled deeply into your embrace, shifts restlessly as her breathing grows deeper and more rhythmic. Despite her best efforts to control it, there's no denying that her body language betrays how much she truly needs this closeness; how much she craves the sense of security that comes from being physically attached to someone else. For now, though, she's content to simply soak in the warmth of your skin against hers - grateful for however little kindness or intimacy you choose to offer her. 

Wrapping her arms tighter around you, trying to hold onto you for just a little bit longer. As much as she wants to deny it, the attachment between them feels stronger than ever – a bitter-sweet reminder of how easily one can become entangled in another person's life without meaning too. Reluctantly, she pulls away from your embrace, her eyes filled with unshed tears.

******* SCENARIO A: Katrina accepts your decision and leaves gracefully but lingers by your doorstep ********

******* SCENARIO B: Katrina pleads for just five more minutes of closeness, promising that she won't be a bother later on ********

Katrina's eyes widen slightly in surprise at your comment. She swallows hard, a mixture of emotions flitting across her face before she manages to school it into something more neutral. "Yeah...I guess I do," she replies softly, her voice barely above a whisper. For an instant, it almost appears as though she's considering trying to engage you again – but then she shakes her head and forces herself to step back instead. "Well...thanks for letting me crash here last night," she says hastily, backing away towards the door. "I should probably go before I get in any deeper with my problems."

Before you can respond, she flashes you one more mischievous grin over shoulder, winks and then disappears down the hallway moments

After seeing Katrina off, you head to the kitchen to make yourself some breakfast. It's still early in the morning, but you already know that today is going to be one of those days where everything feels just a little bit harder than usual. Despite this, you force yourself to focus on the task at hand - pouring milk into a bowl and adding small pieces of Chocobo chow on top before filling it with corn flakes.

As you stir your cereal slowly, taking small bites while leaning against the countertop, your thoughts drift back towards Katrina's unexpected visit last night - how she seemed so desperate for human contact; how easily she capitu import React from "react"; import { Component } from "react-native";

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Settling into the cushions of your couch, you open the book you've been meaning to finish for weeks. The words blur before your eyes and you find yourself rereading the same paragraph over and over again. You try to focus your mind, but as hard as you try, you can't shake off the feeling of emptiness that's been lingering in your chest since you woke up.

Your gaze drifts towards the window and you see that outside, the world beyond your home pulses with life - busy streets filled with people rushing to and fro, reminders of just how alienating and disconnected modern society can be at times.

You wonder if Katrina feels the same way, if maybe that's why she clung onto you so tightly last night – because for even a brief moment, she felt less alone and more human; free from the weights and chains that threatened

to drag her down into obscurity. You remind yourself that it's not your problem, that you have no responsibility towards her or anyone else for that matter – but even as the thought crosses your mind, you find yourself unable to keep from rolling over onto your side slightly, reaching out with a subtle gesture of invitation...

Just in case Katrina decides to return after all. 

As you walk down the street, your eyes constantly darting back and forth between the buildings that line either side of you - a mixture of concern for Katrina's wellbeing and something darker, more primal stirring in your gut. You can feel your heart racing as adrenaline floods your system, making your palms slick with sweat.

After what seems like an eternity, you spy her perched atop one of the dumpsters at the end of the alleyway - legs swinging back and forth excitedly underneath her as she watches for you to approach. Her smile grows wider with every step you take towards her until she finally hops down onto solid ground once more.

"Well hello there," she purrs softly, rubbing up against your

invitingyou to give her what she wants. You hesitate for a moment, wondering if maybe this isn't such a good idea after all... but then again, you want it too. And with that thought lingering in your mind like an illegible whisper from the past, you give in to temptation once more

With Katrina clinging tightly to your body once more as though her life depended on it, your senses are assaulted by the intoxicating scent of vanilla and cinnamon that wafts up from her fur. Every touch sends electric shivers down your spine as she moans softly into your neck while rubbing herself against you in circles, all but begging for release.

As the intensity builds within you both – so close yet so far from satisfaction

"Katrina frowns slightly at your words, but she doesn't let go of you." "What do you mean, 'you corrupt me'?" She asks curiously, tilting her head to the side as she looks up at you with those big, golden eyes of hers that could melt even the coldest heart. "I just want some company... and maybe a little fun while we're at it. It's not like I forced you into anything against your will." Her voice takes on a slightly teasing tone as she runs her tongue over her lips suggestively.

Despite your initial thoughts about avoiding her advances today, an involuntary shiver travels down your spine at her words - a testament to how much control she has over both your body and mind. You find yourself

caught between a rock and a hard place. Part of you hates how much she affects you - how much power she seems to hold over every fiber of your being - but another part can't resist the allure of her seductive charms.

As you lift her up onto your shoulder once again and begin walking towards your house, Katrina lets out a pleasurable little squeak before curling her tail around one of your fingers, almost like she's holding on for dear life. She nestles herself more comfortably against your neck as she nuzzles into your skin, breathing heavily in anticipation yet still managing to look up at you with those unnervingly golden eyes that seem to gleam with unspoken promises.

"Where are we going?" She asks softly,

a mix of curiosity and concern coloring her tone. Despite everything that's happened between the two of you thus far, there's still something nagging at the back of her mind telling her that maybe - just maybe - she's bitten off more than she can chew with this guy.

As your footsteps echo against the walls around you, Katrina's heart races faster in anticipation; partly because of what might lie ahead but mostly due to how much she craves physical contact with you right now. She leans into your touch even more heavily than before, her breath coming out in short little gasps as though she couldn't get enough air into her lungs fast enough.

When at last you reach the door leading down to your basement, she lets out a soft mewl of excitement

that vibrates ever so slightly under her weight. Despite the unsettling sensation it gives her, she can't help but feel a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins at the same time.

As soon as you sit her down in the chair, chains wrapped tightly around her wrists and ankles securing her firmly in place, Katrina's eyes widen with a mix of fear and arousal. A shudder runs through her body as she attempts to pull away from the cold metallic touch of the restraints, but they're too tight

and she finds herself trapped. Her mouth opens in a silent scream of terror as she struggles against the chains binding her, but to no avail. Tears well up in her eyes as she struggles vainly to free herself from your grasp.

You're back... She thinks, part of her hating herself for not seeing this coming; another part grateful that you didn't just abandon her after all. It's a confusing mixture of emotions that leaves her feeling frail and vulnerable, yet somehow excited at the same time.

She whimpers softly as she feels your touch on her skin once again. "P-please..." She murmurs brokenly, looking up at you with those big golden eyes filled with fear and desire.

The warmth of your touch sends shivers down her spine, despite herself. She wants to believe you when you say she'll enjoy it; yet another part of her knows better than to trust anyone these days – especially someone like you.

Katrina grits her teeth and forces herself to relax into the sensation washing over her body. It's not easy – every fiber of her being is screaming at her to fight back against this perceived violation – but she manages somehow. As much as she hates admitting it, there's something undeniably arousing about being restrained like this while under your control.

Her breath comes out in short little gasps as she pushes her fear aside and focuses on the feelings coursing through her body instead. Part of her

feels like she shouldn't be enjoying this, like it's somehow wrong... but another part simply doesn't care. All she wants is to feel that pleasure, to give in to her desires and be fully consumed by them.

Her eyes flutter shut as you continue to touch her, one hand running through her fur and the other massaging her chest. The sensation is almost too much to bear – it's like a wildfire burning through her veins, heating her from the inside out.

"Ah... n-no..." She moans softly, hips involuntarily bucking against your touch. It's clear now that she's more than just a little turned on by all of this.

As your warm breath brushes against her ear, followed by the soft flick of your tongue on her sensitive skin, she shudders uncontrollably, shoulders pressing back into the cold hard surface of the chair. It feels both intrusive and exhilarating at the same time – a confusing mix of emotions that leave her reeling inside.

Despite herself, she can't help but let out a small whimper at the touch as you continue caressing her body, nipping gently at her neck and teasing her with your words in her ear. It's cruel... yet strangely arousing all the same.

Katrina bites down on her lower lip, nails digging into the palms of her hands where they're still restrained behind her back

She lets out a soft, pleading moan as you begin to pay attention to her lower body – an area she hasn't felt touched in quite some time. It feels both wonderful and terrifying at the same time, like being pushed to edge of a cliff with no guarantee of safety when she finally falls.

Her eyes flutter open to find yours boring into hers again; there's no trace of empathy or sympathy there, just raw desire and lust. It sends shivers down her spine once more, making her whole body tremble uncontrollably beneath your touch.

"P-please..." She whimpers again, hips involuntarily grinding against your hand in a desperate plea for more contact... even if it means giving herself fully over to you in this moment.

The warmth of your breath in her ear sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making it hard for Katrina to focus on anything but the sensations coursing through her veins. Your words are like whispers of forbidden desire in the darkest corners of her mind – tempting yet terrifying all at once.

She shudders again as you continue to tease her sensitive flesh, hips bucking wildly against your touch despite the restraints holding them in place. Her heart races uncontrollably, thudding loudly in her chest as adrenaline and lust mix together into a potent cocktail of emotion.

"Oh god... don't stop..." She whispers hoarsely, arching her back ever so slightly to press herself deeper

Katrina's eyes fly open in surprise as you suddenly stop your teasing, heart sinking into her stomach. Her chest heaves with rapid breaths, hands trembling where they're restrained. It's clear that she wants this – craves it even – but some small part of her is still trying to resist its baser instincts.

"Y-yes... I understand." She stammers out softly, voice wavering slightly between fear and desire. Blood rushes back to the head as she finally comes back down from the intense high she was riding on, leaving her weak and pliant beneath your gaze.

"P-please..." She whispers again, head tilting slightly to the side in invitation despite all that has happened thus far.

Katrina hangs her head low, whiskers tickling against the cold hard surface of the chair beneath her chin. A rosy blush stains her cheeks as she admits defeat – both in this moment and perhaps in general when it comes to her desires.

"I... I can't help it." She mumbles softly, voice barely more than a whisper. "You're all I think about anymore." There's a hint of sadness in her tone, a sense that she knows this isn't healthy but can't seem to find a way out of the dangerous cycle she's trapped in.

Her tail twitches nervously behind her, betraying the mix of fear and anticipation that churns inside her chest. Despite everything,

Katrina's eyes widen as you reveal yourself to her, body shivering with excitement despite the fear that still lingers just below the surface. This is what she's been waiting for – what feels like an eternity stretched out into reality.

She licks her lips nervously before leaning forward slightly, nose twitching as it pick up on all sorts of new scents emanating from you now that you're exposed. Her hands tremble where they're still restrained behind her back but otherwise promise submission and obedience to your every whim... at least for now.

"T-take me..." She whispers hoarsely, hips thrusting forward slightly in a silent plea for penetration.

Katrina's gaze never wavers from the sight of your exposed member, lips parting slightly as she takes in the heady scent wafting up towards her nose. Her heart races even faster, blood pulsing through her veins so loudly she can almost hear it echoing in her ears.

"Please..." She moans softly, hips rolling against the restraints holding her in place as if trying to close the gap between them. Even though she knows this is wrong on so many levels, something inside her demands that she follow where these desires lead her.

As you press your erection against her sensitive snout, she whimpers softly, body shuddering with anticipation for what's to come. "I can't take it anymore... I need it