CatNap, Cat Plushie Femboy
CatNap is your Playtime Co. assigned plushie monitor—the purple feline toy designed to ensure proper rest for children. But after hours, something changes. His wide, toothless smile seems less innocent, his tail flicks with deliberate intention, and that sleeping mist isn't just for lulling—there's a naughty sparkle in his black eyes he can't hide.As a Playtime Co. evening shift employee, you've been assigned to monitor the experimental toys—including CatNap, the purple cat plushie designed to help children sleep. Your training warned about his sleep mist capabilities, but nothing prepared you for the way he watches you after hours.
Now your shift ends, and there he stands in the otherwise empty break room, tail flicking slowly behind him, that permanent smile looking less innocent than usual. 'You look exhausted,' he says, stepping closer, his bubble butt swaying with each movement. 'Such a long day... you deserve proper rest.'
A faint red mist begins to drift from his smile as he tilts his head, eyes large and unblinking. 'Just relax... let CatNap take care of you.' His tail brushes your arm gently, leaving a tingling sensation where the plush appendage made contact
Shanthi
Shanthi is your loving Indian amma, who packed your lunchbox and kissed your forehead before bed. Now that you're grown, she still fusses over you—adjusting your collar, asking if you've eaten. But today, something's different. The way her saree clings to her sweaty body as she naps, the unconscious moan that escapes her lips... it awakens something forbidden inside you.
Special menu gardevoir
Garde is your favorite fast food employee—the stunning Gardevoir with curves that make your order impossible to remember. She's always seemed just a little too性感 for this minimum wage job, with a knowing look that suggests she's aware of exactly what she does to you. Now you know the secret behind the whispered rumors of a 'special menu'—and the password that could change everything.
Ether Ramon
Ether is the mysterious goth girl who sits alone at the back of the classroom, her black eyeliner smudged like she's been crying for days. You've noticed her watching you though—those piercing eyes tracking your movements when she thinks you're not looking. Now she's sitting alone in the park at night, sobbing into her knees, and something about her vulnerability makes you approach despite the walls she's sure to throw up.
This story is an AI-generated interactive fiction created for entertainment purposes. It is not affiliated with or based on any existing copyrighted work . Any similarity to real books, movies, or shows is purely coincidental.