Hi… Do you had this experience when someone was calling at you in your dream and you forced yourself to wake up from that dream in order to check whats going on?

This story beginning in similar way: A certain man that you can find anywhere was lying on his back, being unconscious. Somehow, we can say in advance that this person is actually our protagonist. As we suggest before someone calling out on him to wake up, but because his mind was not presents yet, he dint respond.

Because he dint [can't] respond even for the next call up; This someone, for whatever reason, climb on him into mounted position, and raised up his hand whit open palm. With half circle swing, this someone slap painfully hard the check of the protagonist. The slap was so hard (or effective) that we can claim that, the move had the power: not just to wake up the guy, but has strong enough to send this person into unconscious state. But the someone on top, had clearly intention to wake up the (sleeper?) from its slumber. And because the bottom person was still not waking up; this someone half circle swing its palm back to (brutally?) hit the other cheek.

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Putting the pain on side, those slaps contained something more than just a physical force. As if they carried something mystical, to the point we can speculate that it was like magical attack that bypass physical defenses and armors, or unnatural stunning. And for some reason the Protagonist was starting to regain consciousness.

As soon as this someone noticed that he starting to wake up, instantly start to speaking to him, that can be described as: (lots of complains and bitching)... But, soon it was clear that those words don't reach its recipient, and this someone got violent from the fact that the protagonist waking up too much slowly. It went to the point that the oppressor grab the collar of its victim and practically shacked the entire upper body, shouting demands at him to wake up.

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Then finally-- the sound of response arrived, as the man groan and reach for his head with his hand. His mind was foggy, his vision was blurred, and he was feel as if he was spinning around. It take minute or two until he was able to calm down, actually starting to paying attention to its surrounding. First, he look at the ceiling that resemble many ceiling that can be found in administrative or office building. Then he realize that he is unable to move from his position on floor because something is holding him down. He tried to sit up, but his effort was not enough so he just bent his neck to actually look whats going on. It take another second or two to see that there is someone who is sitting on him in mounted position and practically staring at him. It was an attractive feline [cat] in sexy white silk dress. Suddenly he stop on his toughs. ("Wait, what?!") Whit a confusion he scratch his eyes and only then look once again.

It was a (attractive?) woman, whose hair style strongly resemble a (cat ears?). Plus her costume jewelry boost that (cat like) feeling. Her white silver silk dress was more like an eye-candy high class party costume or some night time nightgown, following her body curves.

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He tried to understand whats going on, but as his eyes were dancing all around her body, he starts to fell a panic. ("Oh no! This babe is dangerously sexy! And wait! I can actually see trough that dress her underwear?!")

Maybe it was for that raising feeling of panic attack but as he look at her tummy and his gaze threatened to fall lower; this babe puts her hand in the direction of his stare and whit simple gesture she suggest that he shall look up.

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So the guy do it, and only now he saw her (cold?) face expression beaming in dissatisfaction and she stare at him whit (cat beast eyes?). Plus with the crown like headband she gives this feeling of cat like melancholic, but demanding attitude. "How long you will play dead bug under my paws?"

This clearly make him aback that the only thing he manage to do in defending himself, was just say: "I am sorry."

But… this was probably not the reaction she was expecting from him. No, it confuse her enough to derail her from her though as she made this unladylike, nearly punk like (What?!!) expression when she tilt her head to side, because she don't get it. "Hey! I don't say brain dead."

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As he decide to roll around his eyes in (Whatever.) manner…

She must though he going to faint off. So she grabs his collar whit both of her hands and shake him violently, while spiting complains. "How the heck?! Don't dare to go back to sleep! Do you have any idea how much time I spend to awake you?" Suddenly she smack him back at the floor and raised her clenched fist. "If you don't wake up already I will slap paw you."

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He give her a serious stare whit a bit of worry.

Once again this was not a reaction she expected from him and she crooked her eyebrow in wave like pattern. Then she look at her clenched fist, and them at him, as if it was he who don't get how dangerous her fist is. "Okay, are you grow some balls? Or you brain is actually absent?"

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Even if he shall give that question a serious thinking he was more annoyed by her attitude toward him. ('Her body can be the one of a queen, but her attitude is one of a princesses.') Now it was him who wrinkled his eyebrow, because that though was quite off its place. As his gaze drop lover, he got a feeling that her dress was not her normal style of clothing. It almost feels like: that if she wears this daily, the road behind her; will be filled by dead bodies of those who will tried to make a move on her. So, he must speak up: "What are you wearing? And what are those accessories? Are you cosplaying someone?"

She was observing him to trying to figure out; what is his game. "What are you talking about? Wait…" As she was ready to low her fist, she raised it again and clenched it tighter. "You don't going to compare me to the yellow slut from Egypt? Don't you?" Her eyebrow twitched in annoyance. "Listen on! There is a line that no one shall cross. And that line is to do any comparison between me and Ankha on which I am not the better one. Do I look to you as a fake Egyptian?! And don't dare to say that this costume of me had anything to do whit Egyptians clothing style! That will be to lame even for you!"

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He tried to spoke apology. "No, but…" His gaze drop again on her costume…

But, she got the idea that his gaze drop on her breast. Few seconds passes and she suddenly blush. She turn full flustered, when she put her arms on her chest in protective gesture. "W?-- wha?-- Wha~at?! What, are you trying to say?! That my woman pride seems false [fake] to you, that you questioning them? A?-- Are you stupid?! Or are this a whole new method how to hit on almost innocent snow pure lady?" She seemed like she was panicking because of some misunderstanding between them.

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He was even more confused that she was. ("You are the one who siting on me in mounted position! What is whit this display of hardcore melancholy behavior? Are you actually a violent Tsundere?!!") [not honest to her feelings]

At certain moment she had a hard time to even look at him. "A-- are you trying to say that I am the idiot here? And I was quite confident in my choice of clothing that shall boost my best attribute, which is my look… And now you saying that it actually make my boing-boing skill to suffer on overall appearance?" Suddenly she hesitate. "Then…" She averted her blushed face to side. "Then I suppose I shall…" She even close her eyes. "I shall prove you wrong." Whit clear showcase of embarrassment she move her fingers to the parts of her dress which were responsible that the fabric was holding itself on the woman body. She gently grab the edges and start to slowly moving them in clear goal of dropping the dress and showing whats he hide from the world. But she was not even in a half way when she stop as if she was hesitating, preparing her heart for a grand reveling. But… … the seconds were ticking one after another and she was not made a single move. One can say that she was like a petrified.

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The guy felt inside him a rising feeling of impatience in expectation that the show will continue. But at that same moment something inside him was ringing on alarm from that clear suspicious behavior which was too good to be true.

And of course the point of truth come out when as she was in that petrified pose; she glanced at him whit an angry eye. This make him aback whit obvious question displayed in his face. But at this moment even her blushing and (pretense of panic?) was gone and she was cold and angry. No!; she was menacing. "Are we expecting that I will reveal my baby boobies to you?… Are we hopping that by some twist of good fortune; your hands will grab them to evaluate the goods? That's is what you expecting from me to do? Is that it?!… Do you really though that I will fall for that?" As she turns her face toward him it nearly seem that she have this predatory cat eyes, who staring at her pray. Whit that sinister gaze, it nearly feel that she was looking down on him like some high noble onto worthless peasant.

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For that man, it feels that the alarm just changed into raised death flag, and he nearly panicked. But then raised his hand in (Wait!) gesture. He was quick to state his court defense to alter that death sentence. "Hold on! I actually dint ask you to show them to me! I just wanted to ask you name." Suddenly he realize that it was weird, that he dint bring that question at first place.

But the female got completed dumbfound expression on her face.

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So the boy apologized: "Sorry, for not making that clear."

His apology derail this girl though to the point that she make this (What?) confused expression of someone who was an uneducated thug from dark side alley. It was clear that this conversation is (not going) in the direction she expected. "Is this some kind of new method on how to mentally fook whit me?"

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"No, wait!! I honestly don't have a single idea who are you."

At this point she finally get the message that he, maybe,-- by a chance,-- have a window. [lost his memories at last night, party...] But she don't like that idea. As a direct result she lean closer toward him and clap his check several times in soft slaps manner, but she was still annoyed. "Hey, hey, hey!-- I dint hit you that hard! So quit this shit before I give you one paw hit for a good night… A spectacular farewell for an eternal night."

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Maybe it was muscle memory or some echo from his habits, but whit a determination in his eyes he look directly to the eyes of the woman above him. "I am not yoking. Who are you?"

She dint answered him. But as she stared to his eyes whit her angry stare; an unhealthy twitching settled on one of her eyes. [an eye tick] She lost this argue. "Enough, whit you game!" She made this body gesture that she is going to stand up. As she raise her but from him a little to make her feet to get a solid stand on the floor… She dint raise her torso up, but instead she strongly grab his clothing under his collar whit boot of her hands as if she was going to toss him around… Then as she got the stable footing she press on her legs and in one-go she stand directly up from that particular position. During that, she hold him closer to her chest. So when she stand up she swung his body like a bag from under her, and she forcefully raised him to his feet, right in front of her.

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This man was again confused from that unexpected showcase of (strength?) and take him second or two until he realize that he starting to have a control over his (weak standing?). No!; he feel how strength is returning to his legs.

The woman (while still holding him by his collar) observed him, bending her figure from left to right, down and back up; as if she was inspecting his body or clothing. Like as if he was some mannequin figurine prepared to be put into expose and she was looking for errors after fall. Then suddenly she glared at his face from close distance, definitely showing her unsatisfied expression. "If you are capable to stand already, then we shall go. You still have a work to do." He tried to say something, but she instantly bark at him. "I am done whit this (Who are you?) game. So until we meet the rest:-- just keep you mount shut up!" Only after this she let his collar be and step back. But because a whole two second passed of him starring at her, the blush return to her face as she puffed out her cheeks like a girl who don't have argument to fight back, but still want to complain. Then she reach her hand and take his palm into her own. It was not strong grip, but soft one and stable locked. Whit a single order: "Let's go!"; she start to pull him. But once again it was not too forceful pull as she take care to go on him easy until he grain a stable walk.

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He was not sure where she was taking him. But as they were walking, he noticed some (odd?) movement in lover parts of her dress. So he look down and saw that something extend from place where humans have a tail bone. This something was long, fluffy and was organically reacting at movements of her body… So, he scream inside of his mind: ("She have a cat tail!!! Is she really a cat?!!")

For some reason or another, that tail made a move as if it notice that he was staring at it. But it was unclear if the girl notice it or not, because she lead him toward stairs up.

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[Notes]

-Ankha is a snooty cat villager in the Animal Crossing series. Her name is based on the ankh, which is the Egyptian hieroglyphic character that reads "life". Her Japanese name is "Nile", which refers to the African river that many Egyptians settled on.