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Slave to Reality

A catgirl escapes from slavery in her fantasy world to the real world and must learn everything from scratch. Vivian is a catgirl, born in a world in which all beast-kin are considered as nothing more than intelligent animals and are kept as slaves. Her new owner horribly abuses her, but eventually with the help of a friend she manages to escape, and while running for her life she passes through a portal to the real world. There she finds herself trapped in the apartment of young man who must be a powerful mage, considering all the impressive artifacts he possesses, and who kindly teaches her his language and his world. Volume 1 Is about falling into and escaping from abuse. The story gets lighter afterwards. ——————————————— "Please, master, don't do this. I'm your sister!" "Animals and people can't be family! Besides, even if they could, we're not related by blood. Now take off you clothes and get on the bed!" "No!" "Fine, it's you who's asking for punishment." "AAARGH!" ——————————————— "Vivian, even if my world was filled with beautiful cat girls and bunny girls, and every other kind of beast-kin, you'd still be the only one for me. Will you marry me?" "Yes!" ——————————————— "How much for the orange-haired beauty?" "She's not for sale." "How about for rent, then? How much for a night?" "She's not for rent, either." "Come on, you can't expect to walk in here with property like this and not share!" "Vivian, this man is annoying me. Please get rid of him." "Yes master!" "Hey, let go of me! How dare you lay a hand on a human! You can't just throw me out! Ouch!" CRASH.

Moss_Plains · Fantasie
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Settling Inn

JACOB

"Excuse me, sir. Slaves must enter through the back," the doorman stopped us when we attempted to enter.

"She goes where I go. If she can't enter with me, then I'm afraid I will have to take my patronage elsewhere," I replied coolly.

"I'm sorry, but those are the rules. If our establishment allowed slaves into its public areas, its prestige would be damages," he said in a placating tone. "I'm afraid that the same would be true of all the inns in the area. If you want a more egalitarian establishment, I suggest that you look in the Peach quarter." It was the name of a nearby crime-ridden slum neighborhood that several people warned us against.

"It's alright. We knew we'd have to play along with this kind treatment. Let's not cause a scene," Vivian said quietly in Hebrew while keeping herself in what she called a proper subservient pose, with her hands clasped in front of herself and her head lowered. I took a deep breath.