>you are anon >moving to Ukraine was a pretty nice decision >you were able to get a nice 2 story house for fairly cheap >the exterior was plain brick but it still looked nice enough. >they said it was a dangerous area but that seemed ridiculous >there's troops everywhere, hardly seems unsafe >you got home from your job as an electrician , but something was a little bit different. >your neighborhood was nearly empty >and most of the houses were rubble >except yours , and that was good >you walk in and head into the kitchen >opening the fridge, there isn't that much to eat , so you settle for a Pepsi and head to your living room. >you grab the remote and turn on the tv , opening Netflix and beginning to chill >you hear a knock on your door a few hours later >you were in the middle of a show damnit , this better be good >opening the door , it's one of the local s.t.a.l.k.e.r.s. "Hello , how are you ?" >"hello my friend , I was seeing yuo just moved in. This is a dangerous place you know" "Really ? There seems to be plenty of soldiers around , doesn't seem dangerous at all" >"oh but it is my friend, but for a price I can sell yuo the best protection" >this guy seems perfectly trustable "And what protection might this be ?" >"well my friend..." >the stalker unshoulders a long olive drab bag and opens it. >"the great equalizer is the gun my friend. And this is no exception. Is svd dragonuv rifle. Very accurate and very powerful. I sell to you for ... $750 American da ?" >well... Everyone else around here seems to have a rifle. >when in Rome ...or Ukraine , do as the Slavs do "Alrighty , I'll buy for your price. Do you have any ammunition ?" >"yes my friend , I'll give you 50 for free but if you run out just find me and we can make good deal." >ten minutes later and you were in your living room with the rifle on your coffee table >you've got nowhere to go and nothing to do >plenty of free time to figure out how this thing works >after a bit of fiddling with it , you've come to find that you only really need to remove the top cover and the bolt >neat. >replacing the parts onto the firearm , you decide it's time to take a break >you get up and head over to the kitchen to get some cheap ukie vodka that you keep in the freezer >yay for booze >you fill a glass with it and head back to the living room >as you walk in , you're stopped dead in your tracks >there's someone standing over your rifle >they've got ears ... And a tail >break ins happen , but FURRY break ins ? >the intruder hasn't noticed you yet so you of course took the most reasonable course of action "Uhh ... The fuck are you" >she turns to look at you , looking like she almost jumped out of her skin >"oh ... Hi" "Yeah , hi. Why are you in my house ?" >"well you did buy me" >what.jpg "I'm not much into human trafficking , sorry but you've got the wrong house" >"I don't think you understand. I guess introducing myself would help clear things up" >she starts walks towards you and grabs your hand >"I'm svd , your rifle. You can call me what you want though." "This is too weird , get out before I call the police" >"why though ? I thought you wanted me" >this bitch is crazy "I don't even know you , get out of my house, before I drag you out" >"b-but I'm-..." "Get out" >she doesn't say anything as she walks towards the door >as she is stepping out , she looks back at you >"please don't do this" >you shut the door behind her and lock it. >you head back to your living room to finish off your since forgotten vodka >you set the rifle in the corner and turn on the news >you can actually understand it thanks to subtitles >the weatherman claims it will be in the single digits tonight with a lot of snow >snow is neat >after a few hours , it dawns on you that it's really late >checking your phone , it's 1 in the morning give or take a few minutes >the snow the weatherman talked about was falling quite a bit >decision making means you really want to see the snow from your porch >you stumble outside onto your porch and look out to the snow >it's cold as shit >under the sound of the snow you hear faint crying >sp00kE.exe >looking to the far side of your porch you see the cause >the same catgirl thing is on the floor curled up in a ball crying >that's a serious bummer >oh fuck >you caused this >it's not too late to fix it though >slowly approaching her , you try to get a better look at her. >she hears your footsteps and stops crying, not moving a muscle "Hey ... Are you still looking for somewhere to stay?" >"this... This is where I was supposed to stay" >at that point she just started bawling her eyes out "Do you want to come inside ? I'm sorry" >"please?" >she finally looks up at you , almost as pale as the snow itself "Of course , c'mon" >without waiting for her to get up you walk over and lift her up like a baby >after you're up she wraps her arms around your neck >you carry her up the stairs with relative ease , she's really light >you don't have a guest room so you set her on your bed for the night >she's still fairly cold to the touch when you return from getting extra blankets >"thank you ... So much" "It's not a problem , but I have one condition for you staying here" >"w-what's that?" "Tommorrow I want you to answer all of my questions" >she stops for a moment, looking at nothing and everything all at once >"agreed " "Alright. Since you're in my bed I'll be down stairs on the couch if you need anything" >as you're leaving the room she speaks up >"w-wait... Please stay in here ... I'm so cold. Please ?" >she IS just coming out of a snow storm >what harm could it do "If you insist , I'll sleep up here with you" >she remains silent as you flick off the lights in the room and get into the bed next to her "Alright , try to get some sleep. There's no need to get up early tommorrow" >she almost cuts you off by wrapping her arms around you >"thank you , for everything." "It's... No problem" >"if that's the case , may I ask one more thing of you ?" "What is it?" >"can you ... Scratch my ears ? I-it doesn't have to be much but maybe just a little bit ...?" "Sure , why not" >so you both drifted off to sleep as you scratched her ears , under the sheets on an icy night >you had a relatively dreamless sleep that night >when you wake up , the catgirl is still grasping onto you >you should really figure out her name >carefully untangling yourself from her , you head downstairs >if you're hungry she's probably starving >you decided to make some pancakes, bacon , and eggs >the breakfast of champions >checking the clock on your stove it was about 1:00 in the afternoon >damn >it didn't take long for the smell of breakfast food to make its way to your room >your unexpected guest shambles down the stairs >she makes her way into the kitchen and watches you intently as you finish making the food "Sleep well ?" >"more than you know. Yourself ?" "Pretty well honestly" >she keeps watching you as you put the food onto two plates and set the table >once it's all set up you set a plate in front of her and sit down "Well... Go nuts" >you both start eating in relative silence, bar the sound of silverware hitting the plates >she occasionally stops and looks at you expectantly , but then resumes what she was doing >after a solid thirty minutes of eating , every last morsel of food is gone >"do you need any help with dishes ?" "Let's just put them in the sink for now, I want to ask you a few things" >she looks at you like a 3rd grader who forgot their homework >"oh ... Yeah , of course" >she walks into the other room while you put the plates into the sink >once that's done you walk into the living room and sit on the couch opposite of her >this is your chance to ask her anything ... What should you ask ? >after a few minutes of sitting with only the dull Ukrainian news to accompany you , she talks >"you said you had questions , correct ?" "I do ... I just don't know where to start" >"how about names ? I told you I'm svd but you've never told me yours, a bit rude if I have to say" "I'm anon" >"alright , now you ask me something" "What's with the ears , and the tail too?" >"well I'm technically a rifle so ... Some traits just don't carry over properly 100% of the time" "Well regardless, they're pretty adorable" >she looks at you dead serious >"I am not adorable" "Whatever you say, your turn for questions, what do you wanna know?" >"why did you buy me ? It's not like you're a rebel, what gives?" >oh boy , a good one "Alright... I'm from the United States . We can't get any fun foreign rifles without paying a lot of money, I mean ten thousand or more. When I got you for $700 I was in disbelief. I heard nothing but good things and they all seem to be true" >"oh" >she sits still for a few seconds to process what you said >"fair enough , any more questions?" "Not at the moment , I'll let you know if that changes though. I'm going to get my mail , so I'll be right back" >"well you can try , I won't stop you. Something else might though" "What would that be ?" >"didn't you look at the window ? We're snowed in" "I don't believe you" >walking over to the window, you look to see... >white >"I told you so" >well then "Oh my ... What do we do now then ?" >"well there's quite a few things we COULD do..." "Like what ?" >"like ..." >she stops looking at you and spaces out in your direction >"like ..." "Come on , use your words" >"я мог сосать свой ​​член , но это было бы слишком много" "Come on, I meant English words" >"hmm ? Oh right , we could play board games if you have any" >board games ? Is she 5 ? "Maybe something else , want to watch some movies ?" >"sure , not like there's much else to do" >well , you . But that can wait. "Well take your pick , there's quite a bit of stuff on Netflix" >she sits on the couch next to you and brings a blanket over you both >"let's watch enemy at the gates then" "Well I won't say no to that" >and so you put Netflix on and played enemy at the gates >time seemed to pass really fast as you watch the movie >the end of Koenig scene begins rolling and you feel a weight wrapping around you >evidently you're now someone's stress ball/body pillow >and that's alright >the shot rings out from the tv and she grasps around you like a scared kitten >time to be smooth >wrapping your arm around her, she looks up at you >"anon , I really do like this movie but can we do something else ?" "Sure , what would you recommend ?" >"well ... It's dark out already , it's a cold night , we're both under a blanket , there's a bit of alcohol left in your fridge , there's a lot of things I could reccomend but it's ultimately up to you" >oh >booze >yeah >before you can get up she lays her head across your lap >"I don't think you'll need to worry about glasses , that's a plus" "I guess" >with that she goes to her original position and let's you grab the drink from the fridge >you return a moment late with a frigid bottle of potato spirits >vodka >whatever the fuck >anyway, you resume your seat and twist off the bottles top >she looks at the bottle and slowly turns her head to you >"ladies first ?" "Go for it" >with that , she grabs the bottle and takes a drink >setting the bottle of the coffee table, she looks to you >"you really went for broke with this , didn't you ?" "It's all fermented potatoes to me honestly" >she looks at you in near disgust >"no" >well then >... >it's been an hour >she still hasn't spoken to you >it's just booze , it's not like its holy water >you direct your focus back to the tv >stuff about the... >wait a sec >apparently there are some issues with separatists nearby >neat >the news goes on talking about the situation, but the subtitles are losing accuracy and becoming generally non understandable. >you just float off to space as the news keeps rolling >a few minutes pass before she turns to you >"everything this news station is saying is bullshit you know" "What ? About the war ?" >"it's propaganda" "I don't care honestly" >"that's a poor choice" "If you say so" >she turns away from you and looks back at the television >"what would you do if they came here ?" "The rebels ?" >"yeah, the 'rebels'" "I don't know , exist ? They're not exactly known for killing civilians" >"there'd be a town wide firefight anon, you'd have to do something" "What are you getting at ? I don't speak Russian let alone Ukrainian, there's not much I could do" >"you aren't wrong I suppose" "Nevermind that, I'm tired. I'd really rather not keep talking about this" >she goes back to sitting in silence >it's like 2 am , you need sleep >getting up, you head up the stairs >"where are you going ?" "Bed , it's late" >"oh ... Alright" "You know where your room is, just try not to stay up too late. Alright ?" >"if you say so" >heading up the stairs , you hear her getting up from the couch >once you're in your room, you shut the door and turn off the lights >getting into bed , you drift off to sleep >just before dreams, you hear your door creak open and footsteps approach your bed >you feel the comforter shift and someone getting into the bed >"I'm sorry, I just can't stand sleeping alone" >after that, sleep overtook you and into your dreams you went - >you never really dream in your sleep >it's either nightmares or nothingness >and this night held the former >there was a field >trenches >people around you popping shots over the top boards >their bodies falling limply on the return >there was a whizzing >a flash >dirt covered you >"anon ? Anon ? Wake up !" >you woke with a start, covered in sweat >horrified >"are you alright ? You were going mad" >it's svd >"anon ? You worried me sick ! What happened ?" "I... Don't worry about it. It's all fine" >"I just want you to be alright... I can't do well if you can't" >she embraces you in a hug as she speaks "Don't worry don't worry, I'm fine" >"that's all I want" >then that's all she'll get >looking past her, you see your alarm >it's already 8:00 >and still dark out... "Where where you before I got you?" >"w-what?" >the question caught her off guard "It's a pretty straightforward question, but if you don't want to answer I understand" >her grip around you loosens, she pulls her head back to look you in the eyes >"I'd rather drink more cheap vodka" >that settles that "Alright then, any plans for the day ?" >"there's still snow up to your porch roof outside" "Well there's got to be something to do" >"well ... I AM right here" >wut "What ?" >"if there's truly nothing else to do, why not ? You've a lot of land but we can't get to it. It's just a matter of why not" "I'm sure there's something wrong with this" >"better you than me, I'll leave it up to you ... For now" >with that she hops out of bed, flicking on the lights >she's in one of your sweatshirts and... Not sure what else >unf >might as well get up too >still clothed, that's good >walking out of the room, she's not to be seen >probably went downstairs >following suit, you get a surprise at the bottom >she's standing right there with a mug of something >"here, take it" "If you say so" >"I do ..." >taking the mug , you try the drink >expected coffee. Got hot chocolate >imokaywiththis.jpg , it's pretty good >looking down at you, you speak "That's not bad, at all" >"I hope not" >looking at her now , she's pretty short >you're 6'2 , she's about 5'8 >her ears however, that's about 5'11 "So adorable" >you said that out loud >"am not" >she turns around and swishes her tail past your leg, walking towards the living room >not much of a booty , nice legs though >and that's alright >walking into the kitchen, you find your popcorn >might as well actually watch Netflix and chill >as you put the bag in the microwave, you hear her groan from the other room >"you were supposed to follow meee." "Just you wait" >and wait you both did >after a few minutes, the popcorns done and you're walking into the living room >"is that what I think it is" "Probably" >you sit down next to her, on the couch facing the television >she promptly grabs the popcorn and places her head on your lap >"so have you thought on it?" "I have" >"come on, don't make me beg. Life is getting boring just being stuck in here" >you reach down, brushing your hand across her face "You need to learn some patience, don't you" >"why ?" "Because this is just a bit... Off" >"that's not fair" "What ?" >"I'm going to be extremely straightforward with you" "Go for it" >"alright. I want you to fuck me. A lot. Since we can't go shooting in too pent up and I need some kind of release. I want you to fuck me in your bed, on this couch, on the kitchen table, anywhere. But please, do it now!" "Well then" >moving your hand from her cheek a bit more south, she smiles >"please" >you move your hand into her shirt and fondle her breasts through her bra >she's staring at you with an intense, almost pleading look "Anything I say goes, got it ?" >she only nods >picking her up as you stand, you carry her into the bedroom and drop her into the bed "Take it all off" >you watch as she does, savoring every moment >she strips off the few articles of clothing slowly, enjoying every bit of attention you're giving her >first she took off her light red hoodie, leaving only her bra and panties visible >wait >she wasn't wearing anything else all morning >"like what you see ?" >hell yes "Loving every inch of it" >"that's good, but it would ... Seem... I can't unhook my bra. Maybe you could help me with that" "Of course" >you muttered, moving behind her on the bed. >once her bra is off, you don't even turn her around >pushing her onto all fours, you grab her hips >working your way down her thighs, you stop your hands on her light blue panties >dissapointed that you stopped, she speaks up >"are those going to be a problem ?" >she swishes her tail back and forth as she says this "Not if you let them" >you reply, slowly pulling them down >she didn't have much of an ass, but she made up for it in other... Ways >once they're off, you quickly throw your shirt off and start un buckling your pants >that is, until she turns around and starts doing it for you >"ladies first" >she works past your pants and your briefs, pulling them both down to reveal your now rock hard member >she looks up at you and then back down, pausing for a moment >she puts her lips on the head >slowly working her way down >wait >why am I writing smut ? >this isn't me >lets just say they fucked, good enough ? >Anyway... Back to the story >afterwards you were both left panting in bed >her, laying in your arms >"that was... Something" "Well I hate to keep people wanting" >"but I'm not a person" "Not with that attitude" >she murmurs something, tracing her fingertips across your chest with her hand >considering it's still fairly early, and the snow outside hasn't gone anywhere, there's not really much to do >"hey anon, can I ask you something ?" "I don't see why not" >"can you show me how to make those pancakes you did on the first night I was here?" >that was a family recipe >and she really doesn't share your last name "I'll just make them when you want, they're a family secret" >"then I'll just watch while you make them" "Be my guest, you little spy" >her humorous demeanor drops a few pegs >"I'm not a... Why would you call me that ?" "It was just a joke, don't worry" >"jokes are supposed to be funny" "I mean... If it bothers you that much I'm sorry about it" >"I hope so" >she gets out of the bed rather hurriedly, grabbing her clothes and leaving the room >the door slams as she leaves but there isn't much noise after that >sitting up, you try to think about what just happened >it was just a joke >you really need to just watch the whole commies thing >or just not bring it up > lets go with that >swinging your legs off the bed and getting up, you put your clothes on and exit the room >looking left to the stairway and right towards the guest room, you hear sobbing >she's never actually gone into the guest room as far as you know >as you get closer to the door, the crying grows louder >Trying the doorknob, you come to find its locked >she's definitely in there >you knock softly on the door, the distressed sounds abruptly stop >"leave me alone" >you could just get the keys from your dresser but... You don't really want to twist whatever knife is in her back "Alright then" >with that, you turned on your heels and began walking downstairs >you get down the stairs without issue, but there's not much to do >judging by the clock it's about 1:00 in the afternoon >feeling the emptiness in your stomach, you realize you've not eaten in hours >grilled cheese and pickles >easiest to make >easiest to fuck up >you gather the ingredients up, cheese, butter, bread, simple stuff >the cooking begins >it wasn't until you had enough for yourself to eat that you hatched a plot >if svd hadn't eaten for a while either, she'd probably be starving >lure her out with food as bait >setting a small fan to push the smell upstairs is the easy part >then you have to cook grilled cheese until she comes down >after a few minutes of just that, you hear a creaking come from upstairs. Following it was the distinctive sound of footsteps >you turn off the fan and put the grilled cheese on a separate plate >turning around, you bring both plates to the table and set hers opposite of you >as you set hers down, you find her looking at you >"h-hey..." "Hey there, I'm guessing you got a bit hungry." >"yeah" >you sit down at the table and start eating, but she doesn't sit >or actually enter the kitchen >she just looks between the table and the floor >this is... Somewhat worrying "Hey, how about you come take a seat. I don't know about you but it's been awhile since either of us have eaten" >"alright..." >she sits down at the table, looking like the embodiment of regret for some reason "Are you doing alright ? You seem like you've lost all joy in life in one instant" >"do you really need me to clue you in ?" "Evidently" >"so. The rebel carrying me dies, sad day. Then I get fucking scavenged by some stalker, then he sells me off to some random American who literally makes me sit outside in a snowstorm but then plays nice afterwards. I actually thought you were a good person. You were the only one who ever treated me equally... Then you just call me a spy, a liar, a betrayer.That fucking hurts... It hurts a lot. You say it was a joke but I just don't believe you" >nearing the end of her words, she starts to trail off, voice cracking. >she started crying right in front of you "That's... Really accurate, and for what it's worth, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was a hard spot for you. You're a great rifle and nothing can change that" >"if I'm so great then why haven't you shot me ? You have ammo in mags ready to use, but we haven't gone shooting once" >we've been snowed in the entire time you've been here" >"oh... Right" >realizing the wind in her sails has... Vanished to say the least, she becomes very quiet in her chair >after about five minutes, it becomes a bit worrying >she's just sitting in her chair staring down at her food like she's about to cry >you didn't even say anything rude >did you ? >she moves the plate out of the way and puts her head down on the table as if to become invisible in the situation "Hey..." >she lets out a muffled "what" rather briefly. "I'm really sorry about... Just about everything I've said for the past few hours. I can't stand to see you like this, usually because I'm the cause" >"if you can't stand it then why don't you do anything to fix it ?" "Honestly, I never claimed I was smart." >"that's pretty obvious" >thisbitch.jpg "You've got to work with me here. What do you want from me?" >she turns her head from her arms and looks at you >"honestly, I'd rather just put forth that shit happens and be done with it" "So this means ?" >she puts her arms up and speaks again >"that means pick me up and set me on the couch and treat me like a princess" >she had 0 play in her tone when she said that. She meant it. "I think that can be arranged" >you pick her up and well... Princess carry her to the couch and set her down, sitting next to her shortly after >she leans into you and pulls a blanket up onto you both >settling in, you put your arm around her. Stroking her hair and occasionally her ears >she lets out a small sigh and starts talking >"you see ? This is all I want. Not more, not less, just being comfy" "Well if you say so. I can't always be here but I'll try my best" >"well if you aren't here then I can just wait for you to get back. I've got time" "Well that's a relief." >"yeah..." >she lets out a long, drawn out yawn >she literally shivers from it >weird >by now it must be seven at night "Well then" >she shifts herself to face you >"what ? I'm tired" "I mean, it's only seven pm but you do you" >"I thought that was your job" >she plants a peck on your lips then turns back forward >after a few minutes, she relaxes in your arms and you can feel her fall asleep >there's not much you can do at this point, she might as well be covering you >you can only lay into the couch as sleep overtakes you >maybe this is what you need in life.