Cat Humanoid Novels & Stories

After 6 Months The clean blue carpet of sky wrapped the Neptune and the house of Kesari. The home was happy. Kesari, Anjana; both were engaged with their baby – Hanuman. With tiny hands, small fingers, but the strong tightening of them. Small tail as all the Neptunian had, continuously making various patterns in the air. Eyes were wide and dark black, stored many mysteries. He was swinging on the lap made by Kesari joining his hands. A cute smile widened his lip. Slowly, the bond started configuration between them—a bond of Father and son. Kesari’s support made by his hands generated confidence in the baby. Anjana sat right side of Kesari and put her hand on the forehead of Hanuman. Fingers

I ask, looking between the two of them, hoping they're wrong. "As we said. We're not entirely sure at the moment. But we've scheduled a meeting with him. His lawyers will be present. Our lawyer has advised that we come up with a list of terms of agreement to ensure the safety of the pack." Zavian confesses, making me furrow my brows. "Wait, a second. Lawyers will be involved?" I reply, catching onto the one detail they seemed to have omitted. "Uh... Yes... Because Kaiden Marks is human." Colt interjects, making my brows go wide in disbelief. Are they seriously considering what's at stake right now? Do they really expect me to sell my pack to a human?!

I asked him with an eye roll. "Some human girl." Sei said, making me quickly look at him. There is another human here!? A female human? That's perfect! "Can I meet her?" I asked him, making him shake his head no. "Aww, but I have no friends. I'm bored everyday." "Everyday? You been here for one day." He chuckled, shaking his head. One? I feel like I've been here for months!

No one loves her more than I do! "She's just a useless human who needs me! I gave her a life of luxury and raised her like a delicate flower!" With another sigh, Sofia pulled out a human-world job offer from her bag. "Lea's always been exceptional, but she came back here just for you." Draco skeptically scanned the document. The pay listed on the offer far exceeded the pack's entire annual revenue. "The fragile little canary you imagined is an eagle in the human world, one that's capable of soaring to heights you can't imagine."

"You would have to live more than five thousand years being alone so I hope you mate with her now and enjoy why she's still alive." Orlan'sords sink into my head. Scarlett is a Human which means that her life span is short. There would come a day that she dies and I would be left without a mate. Still deep in my thoughts, I heard a statement that snapped me back to reality. "Alpha! We have been attacked!"

"That's his position." The coffees arrive. I wrap both hands around mine the way I always do. "And your position?" I say. She is quiet for a moment. "I grew up in a human school," she says. "My best friend from age seven to seventeen was a human girl named Cate. She doesn't know what I am. She never will, under my grandfather's framework, because there's no sanctioned way to tell her." She pauses. "I've been carrying this distance from the person I love most for twenty years because the structure says the distance is necessary."

In the center of the lab stood something taller than the rest. A nearly completed humanoid unit. Its exterior was smooth, minimalistic, and almost elegant. Not bulky like industrial robots. It was refined. Designed for real spaces. Homes, and offices. It looked… human. Cassienne took a slow step forward. “What…” Her voice barely worked. “What is this?” Dreston watched her carefully. “This,” he said quietly, “is Project AURORA.” She turned slowly to look at him. “You’ve been building autonomous AI assistant robotics.”

Of course, he has to get himself something for breakfast first! Out of all the system hosts, Sandro was probably already the luckiest to have the most childish and easily pleased partner. He didn't understand why the AIs have personalities of their own despite being made up of numbers and data, but he was glad to have 37 - a very childish, but ahem, quite caring and reasonable companion. It answers when he inquired whether the one he could see from the distance was really his stalking target.

"How can my husband not be human? Open your eyes! Look at him properly! If he isn't human, then what is he?" "A robot." The voice came from a man who looked like a professor, calm and measured. Her lips trembled as she echoed him in disbelief. "Robot?" "That's right," the guy said. "And not just any machine. This is an incredibly sophisticated, lifelike bionic robot. At present, there's only one person in the entire world capable of building something like this."

But my solo experiments had taken a dark turn, leaving me craving more, needing more. That’s when I discovered Sibomin, an ancient alien machine programmed for one purpose: to bring pleasure. Sibomin was no ordinary sexbot; it was a being of pure sensation, its form shifting and adapting to maximize my pleasure. And Sibomin was also non-binary, its gender fluid and ever-changing, just like its physical form.