Laboratory 2B-3


Enough is enough, you decide. The spikey blonde has had her fun and if you let her take it any further there's no telling what she might do to the poor feline. You release the catgirl's wrists and immediately her hands shoot for the blonde's stomach, getting in a few quick tickles, enough to make the blonde squeal with surprise and leap backwards, freeing the catgirl, who immediately stands up.

"Now, now," she chides teasingly, "you've had your fun, and so have I. Let's call this a draw, all right?" The spikey blonde rubs her stomach, where you imagine she must have felt tingling still, and nods agreement, although somewhat grudging. She gives you a somewhat irritated look as she leaves but nothing more than that. Still and all, the catgirl's thanks more than make up for a single annoyed glance. "Thank you so much," she says in a syrupy tone, her right hand brushing your cheek. Her hand is soft, the feel of her fur very fine, and as her finger traces from your ear to your chin, it seems as if a trail of heat follows in its wake, warming your face. With a feline half-grin, her finger continues, tracing from one side of your neck to the other, as far around as she can reach. Your mind immediately jumps off in a thousand directions, the foremost being the hope that this feline would not be amused by the irony of fitting you for a collar.

   But fears of mad scientists and experimentation fade as the air of a more subtle, gentler being emerges, and her hand withdraws from your face. Her tone changes as well, you notice. "Seriously, thank you very much. If you hadn't let go when you did, I think she would have used a hairbrush on me." The catgirl senses your confusion and smiles. "Because I need my fur brushed periodically, there are several cat hairbrushes around here. But, the process tickles me like crazy..." She winks and giggles. "That's another story, and in all honesty I was about to release the girl myself. So I'm not upset that you've let her go, all right?"

You nod, breathing out a sigh of relief. The catgirl's retribution had been buzzing about in your mind since you let the spikey blonde go. "Anyway, your timing is almost perfect." Her eyes narrow again, and the congenial, friendly feline is again covered by the hinting and connotative scientist. "I have a favor I need to ask of someone, and I think you'll fit the bill perfectly." Her giggle as she sits back in her chair, tail draped over the armrest and twitching, doesn't set you at ease in the slightest. "Would you be willing to help me?"

What do you do?

Are you nuts? I don't want three heads! Get me outta here!

Well, uh... sure, if you want...