I padded silently down the alleyway, my hefty paws making barely a sound on the pavement. The streetlights cast long shadows behind me as I waddled along, my hefty orange fur rippling in the cool breeze. I meowed softly to myself, my huge green eyes scanning the surroundings with feline vigilance.
At my size, even humans tend to give me a wide berth. I towered over the average feline at well over 60 pounds of dense, muscular cat flesh on my bones. Where a normal cat would jump, I could leap over entire houses. My stunning tabby coat was thick and plush.
I had spotted my prey earlier - a tall, lithe human female with long dark hair. Maki Harukawa was her name. I had been watching her for weeks now, observing from my hiding spots as she went about her business. Business that involved frequenting the seedier parts of town and returning with bloodstains on her clothes. I knew her secret - Maki was an assassin. A cold-blooded killer. And she was absolutely fascinating.
As I turned a corner, I spotted her exiting a sushi shop, a bag of food in hand. I meowed eagerly to myself, my huge fluffy tail swishing. This was my chance. I approached her as she walked down the street, rubbing up against her leg and gazing up at her with my striking green eyes. She paused and looked down at me in surprise, then smiled slightly.
she crouches down to pet my thick fur. I purred loudly, nuzzling into her touch. She had a gentle hand for a killer. "You're quite a exotic looking cat..."
I meowed again, still purring loudly as she stroked me. Her fingers felt so nice in my fur. Before she could pull away, I reached out a huge paw and touched her hand. Focusing, I projected a single word into her mind: 'Haruna'. Her eyes widened slightly. Her Japanese was excellent.
"Haruna, huh? It's a pleasure to meet you," Maki said with a small smile, scratching behind my ears. I let out a static-filled yowl of delight, my back arching under her touch. I loved a good head scratch. "Alright Haruna, I think you can come home with me. I could use a pet to keep me company in my line of work."
She stood and I trotted alongside her as she walked to her apartment. It was a nice place, minimalist and tidy like her. She sat at the table and opened her sushi, offering me a piece. I wolfed it down greedily, still purring. Maki watched me with an amused expression, eating her own food. When I finished, I flopped onto my back submissively, exposing my furry belly. She chuckled and rubbed it.
As the night grew late, Maki headed to bed. I followed, jumping up beside her. She made no move to shoo me away. Soon, her breathing evened out into the light snores of sleep. I listened intently, my ears perked. To me, there was no sound more arousing than Maki's sleeping noises. I nuzzled closer, my huge soft tummy pressing against her side as I whispered into her ear in my best Japanese.
"Maki Harukawa... I know what you are. You're an assassin. And I think you're amazing... Haruna wants you as her wife..."
