Cookie for a cheshire [greentext shorts]

>You were walking home from a short shift at work one day, part time is better than nothing.
>Groceries in hand.
>As you take a shortcut through an alleyway you come across an odd sight.
>A young were-cat with a striped tail colored red and black.
>Sitting in a large cardboard box with a pillow under her.
>You can't help pausing to stare.
>The were-cat stares back without saying anything.
>On impulse you take out one of the giant plastic-wrapped cookies that you bought to support a charity the store was promoting.
>Something about helping poor undeveloped girls get ara ara tits through Hathor milk.
>Toss it to her.
>It bounces off her head, she doesn't even flinch. Or blink.
>She didn't even try to catch it.
>You feel a bit creeped out, so you continue on your way.
>She's still got her eyes on you.
>You disappear from her line of sight and head home.
>Try to forget about her.
>Uneventful walk back home to your small apartment.
>Make yourself some dinner before settling down.
>Before you feel some eyes on your back.
>Turning around, you see something out of the corner of your eye.
>Have to double-take when you think you see that young were-cat.
>She isn't there.
>Spooky.
>You know better than to leave things be when it comes to monster girls.
>You stand up and look around your apartment.
>Find something on your now perfectly made bed's pillow.
>A note with a small, folded up pair of panties on it.
>"Thanks for the cookie."
>You've been around the block long enough to know this isn't good.
>How did she even get inside the house?
>You look for any way that she may have gotten in.
>Everything is locked, no holes anywhere.
>You even check the cupboards.
>No sign of her anywhere.
>You stay on guard and continue on with your night.
>You take a shower, still sweaty from work.
>The boxers you put in your hamper is gone when you step out of the water.
>Really not good.
>There is a half-empty glass of milk on the counter.
>Until you look away to get a snack.
>Now it's empty.
>Getting really freaked out now.
>Go to your couch to watch some television.
>The seat is still warm. It shouldn't be this warm.
>Try and relax, but you almost hear something moving around in the apartment.
>Hear a crash in the kitchen.
>Get up to see what it was.
>Glass is broken on the ground, milk is spilled, jug is on counter.
>You clean it all up while trying your best not to bolt.
>Turn around.
>The were-cat is in your spot eating your snacks with an apologetic look on her face.
>Before fucking vanishing.
>You nope the fuck out of the apartment, head right for the building's security room.
>There is a note on the door of it.
>"Sorry for breaking your glass, it was an accident!"
>She got there first.
>Oh shit the were-cat got there first.
>Fuckfuckfuckfuck.
>Knock on the door anyways, taking the note off of it.
>Security doesn't answer, either isn't there or dead asleep.
>Oh shit oh fuck.
>Take out your phone to text a buddy so you can stay at his place that night.
>New text makes it beep.
>It's from a 'Candy'.
>"Can I come too?"
>Feel something breathing on your neck.
>Turn around quick, nothing is there.
>Try not to piss your pants.
>Monster girls don't do freaky shit like this.
>Book it out to your car double time.
>Drive erratically in a panic the whole way.
>You swear you can hear something tumbling in the back seat.
>Can't stand to look back out of fear.
>Just ditch the car in some Porker's parking lot and run for it.
>Look back when you feel the eyes.
>She's standing by the car.
>Look ahead and speed up.
>Look back, she's at the crosswalk you passed.
>Look back, she's gone.
>Don't look back for a while, stop to catch your breath at your friend's door.
>When you do look back, she's standing ten feet away.
>Swear and pound on the door, friend lets you in as she vanishes.
>Locks the five locks behind you two, he's wondering what is going on.
>You try and explain it to him.
>He suggests you go into his full moon shelter while he calls the police.
>You agree, he has to deal with sabbath so it'll be magically warded too.
>Get locked in the reinforced cellar of his place.
>You finally feel safe and let out a sigh of relief.
>Move right to the couch to lay down and sleep.
>You're halfway off when you feel someone pull a blanket on top of you.
>Oh fuck she's inside!
>Get up and try to catch her with the blanket.
>She isn't there.
>Try not to freak out.
>Freak out a lot.
>Run up to the door of the bunker.
>There is a note on it.
>"Why are you running from me?"
>Shitshitshitshitshit
>Throw the bunker door open, friend is talking to the police.
>You can't form a coherent sentence, but manage to tell them she was in the bunker.
>The pair head down and look around.
>Don't find anyone or anything.
>Suggest taking you to a safe-house, just in case.
>Probably think you're crazy.
>But it's your only hope.
>Get a ride from the pair, you're looking outside the windows for any sign of them.
>You can't see the were-cat anywhere.
>They show you into the fortified house that could take a bombing, magical or otherwise.
>Stake out the door while you head inside and look through everything.
>No sign of her.
>Maybe it's safe to sleep now.
>You head to the bed, exhausted from all the running and fright.
>Manage to get to sleep, with no distractions.
>But wake up in the middle of the night needing to piss.
>When you turn on the lamp so you don't trip, you nearly lose your bladder there.
>A note is on the digital alarm clock.
>"Are you scared of me?"
>There truly is no running from her.
>You get up and head for the door of the bedroom.
>Another note.
>"I'm sorry."
>This is just a nightmare, right?
>You open the door and head out into the safe house's living area.
>You smell something.
>Heading to the counter you find cookies cooling on the counter.
>With a note beside them.
>"I'm only trying to be friendly."
>Almost smash the cookies up right there.
>But making it angry doesn't sound good.
>Rush to the bathroom before you burst.
>There is a note on that door too.
>"Do you hate me?"
>You head inside and go right for the toilet, letting loose the torrent.
>Look around while you piss.
>A note on the closed shower curtains.
>"Don't open, I'm sleeping here."
>Nearly soak the bathroom in piss before you stop yourself from flailing away from it.
>Stay still as you try and keep it silent until you finish.
>Somehow nothing happens.
>Curiosity gets the better of you now that you don't have bladder pressure to relieve.
>Open the shower curtain.
>Spare blanket and pillow is there.
>And a note.
>Nothing else.
>Retreat back to your bedroom, shaking with fear.
>She's sitting on the bed, pouting.
>You're really glad you emptied that bladder before that.
>Still end up flailing and running, heading for the door.
>She's in front of it, a notebook held up.
>"Please stop running."
>You turn and run for the back exit.
>She's there too, again with the notebook.
>"I want to talk with you Anon."
>How does she know your name?!
>Retreat to the bedroom and lock the door, not taking your eyes off her.
>Turn around.
>Nearly shit pants.
>Standing there with another note.
>"Don't be mean, I'm just a cheshire."
>You have no idea what that is, and fumble with the lock.
>She flips the page and writes on the paper.
>"I use notes because I'm mute."
>Can't get the lock open again.
>Run to other side of the bed, she appears on top of it.
>"Don't you like me?"
>You back away and fall on your ass as you back up into a corner.
>She appears in front of you.
>"I'll pay for the milk I spilt." Is written on the pad.
>In desperation you jump at her.
>She disappears, you miss.
>You can't see where she is now.
>Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
>Stand up, try to get to door.
>You feel something hugging you.
>But you can't see it.
>A note is on the door over the first one.
>"Please don't go."
>There isn't any escape.
>You pull away from the hug, heading something bump into the floor.
>Get into the bed and under the covers.
>You curl up into a ball and cower.
>She's crawling up onto the bed, right up beside you.
>Heart is almost coming out your throat.
>You hear the sound of pen on paper behind you.
>It goes on for what feels like ages.
>Finally it stops.
>You feel the were-cat disappear from the bed.
>Cautiously uncurl and look around.
>Another note.
>With a crude picture of her riding you reverse cowgirl.
>"I'll come back later." written below.
>Try not to freak out.
>Freak out a lot.
>Eventually calm down enough to come up with some sort of plan.
>Not a good plan, but a plan.
>You hide in the closet with a pillowcase at the ready.
>Can see into the room.
>She reappears after an hour.
>Wearing a garterbelt, long stockings, shoulder length gloves.
>All red.
>Nothing else.
>Can't seem to find you.
>Disappears.
>The closet door opens.
>You spring your 'trap'.
>Of course it doesn't work.
>She appears on the bed, posing in her best attempt to be sexy.
>You try to catch her in the pillowcase again.
>She changes places, into a different pose at the end of the bed.
>As you keep trying, she keeps moving to different spots.
>Leaning against the wall with her tail and ass raised.
>Legs spread wide on the floor.
>One leg raised up to her head while laying on her side.
>Head down and ass raised.
>So many more.
>Eventually you tire of chasing her.
>And have a gigantic hard-on despite the fear.
>As you pant on the floor she appears on your legs with another note.
>"Is it alright then?"
>Can't fight it anymore.
>She grins and mounts you like in the drawing.
>Grinds on top for a minute before starting the ride.
>You can't fight against it anymore.
>Start thrusting up into her.
>Hear a purr coming out of the were-cat.
>Oh god the pussy is making the pussy vibrate.
>She matches your frantic, bestial pace as you both pant in lust.
>Until you have a mind numbing orgasm and bust all the nuts.
>And you black out.
>You wake up in the bed groggy and drained.
>Look at the clock.
>It's almost noon.
>Good thing you didn't have work that day.
>Something warm is clinging to you.
>Pull up the blanket.
>The were-cat is still there, sleeping soundly.
>Wait, you thought she was some kind of ghoul.
>Play with her ears and poke at her.
>Definitely alive.
>The fuck is a cheshire anyways?
>Phone is on nightstand, pick it up.
>Look up what it is while wishing you had paid attention in school.
>Oh.
>Oh!
>Well, that's not scary at all!
>Except everything that happened last night.
>Buddy has been texting you.
>Asking if you're still alive.
>The activity wakes up the were-cat, a soft purr rumbling into your body.
>The big smile she gives you is definitely not scary.
>You apologize profusely for being so scared of her last night.
>She has to get up and find her notebook and the attached pen, you get a good look at her ass when she purposely bends over to pick it up.
>"It was fun."
>Glad she enjoyed herself at least.
>Ask for her cell number, you exchange contact info.
>You ask if she wants to go out sometime.
>Maybe to some rather late brunch.
>Doesn't waste any time writing down an answer.
>"YES!"
>Get a call on your phone.
>Your car has been towed.
>Fantastic.

>You wake up in the middle of the night
>Starving
>Skipping dinner was NOT a good idea
>Grumble as you have to get up out of bed
>It's freaking cold
>Heater is busted till tomorrow
>You'll be back in the warm bed soon
>Head to the kitchen, leaving the lights off
>Can see in the dark a bit right now
>Get some of the cookies out of the jar to munch on
>Mouth is getting dry
>Decide to gets milk to go with it
>Open the fridge
>There is a note taped to the milk
>"I'm right behind you."
>alghahghagnlagnklas
>Try not to piss self while turning around
>In the light cast from the fridge is a young cheshire with red and black striped fur
>Holding up her notepad while shivering in one of your shirts
>"It's cold. Come back to bed."
>Heart stops beating at a mile a second
>Get some milk for both of us
>Go back to bed to share warmth while sleep-cuddling

    >Working your cruddy supermarket job
    >Four hours of feeding people slices of cooked sausages on toothpicks
    >Can't leave until all the sausages in the package you opened are gone
    >Already an hour over when you were supposed to leave
    >Don't dare eat the sausage bits yourself, they're made for MGs that like actual fire
    >But you're really hungry
    >Only one sausage left, but nobody is around since it's dinnertime for sane people
    >Start daydreaming, looking around for anyone around
    >Nobody
    >Notice there is one less sausage slice when you look back
    >How?
    >Nobody is around
    >Look to see if you missed anyone
    >Just some housewives chattering near a shake-n-bake display
    >Look back at table
    >One more gone, an empty kid-sized carton of chocolate milk put beside the tray
    >How in the where?
    >Stare straight ahead for a while
    >Nothing
    >Test it by looking away again before back
    >Two more gone, three left
    >Another small carton
    >You looked away for less than a second
    >Oh god this is too spooky
    >Try not to freak out
    >Freak out a bit
    >Watch as a carton appears floating in front of you
    >OhgodthisishowIdie!!
    >Empty carton is set down, rest of the sausage floats into the air
    >Disappears
    >Freak out a lot
    >Pack things up as fast as you can
    >Punch out of the clock
    >Nearly run into a young cheshire with red and black hair just outside the exit of the employee only area
    >Holding a half-quart carton of chocolate milk while looking miserable
    >Other paw holding a note
    >"Those were too spicy."
    >Candy never could handle spicy food
    >Wait
    >Oh. OH!
    >Head home to have microwaved dinner with your cheshire girlfriend
    >But not before paying for all that chocolate milk

    >You're coming home from work one day
    >Ready to just relax and eat something bad for you
    >Come up to your apartment and open the door
    >There are papers strewn all over the floor
    >Whatthefuckisthismess?
    >See the papers have writing on them
    >Lean down to pick up a few
    >'Welcome home darling!'
    >'Would you like dinner, a bath, or me?'
    >'I've been so lonely waiting for you'
    >'Can we have pizza for dinner?'
    >Each page says something different
    >Some are decorated with hearts and flowers
    >Others are plain and seem disinterested
    >How did they get here?
    >Probably a prank, someone stuffed them through the mail slot
    >Move into apartment to figure out what to make for dinner
    >The kitchen is a mess
    >Everything sitting everywhere
    >Someone tried to cook all sorts of things and forgot to clean up
    >But who?
    >You've been at work all day
    >Nervoussweating
    >Maybe you attracted the attention of a shirohebi?
    >Or worse, an apophis?
    >Maybe even a kikimora!
    >2spooky4you
    >Look around apartment for any other signs of entry
    >Check in bathroom
    >More papers on the counter and ground
    >what.png
    >Decide to read a few
    >'Your back is so big!'
    >'Do you like having me wash you?'
    >'This down here needs a scrubbing too.'
    >'It's so hot!'
    >Wholeftthesehere?!
    >Hear a noise coming from the bedroom
    >Sounds like crying
    >Ohboyohshitherewego
>Move cautiously to check
>Make sure to grab the broom on the way
>Peek into room, there is nobody there
>But the crying noise still is
>When door creaks the crying stops
>5spooky10you
>Go into room anyways
>Lots of papers on the bed
>Morbid curiosity, read a few
>'Not so rough!'
>'What are we going to do on the bed anon?'
>'You're melting my braaain!'
>'It happens to everyone sometimes.'
>That last one is mildly insulting
>Move out of bedroom, head towards new source of crying
>Down the hall by the washing machine
>Walk slowly towards it, broom in hand
>Papers are on the floor
>'I'm sorry.'
>'I didn't mean to.'
>'I'm really sorry.'
>'Cooking is hard.'
>'I'm just stupid.'
>Reach end of hall
>Crying coming from laundry basket
>Carefully look into it
>Red and black haired cheshire with red eyes and sloppy face looking back up at you
>Holding her notepad and pen, pretty low on paper
>'I tried to cook but I suck at it.'
>But the other papers?
>'I thought waiting for me to write bothered you.'
>'So I thought I'd pre-write a bunch.'
>'But they all sucked.'
>Pat her head
>Tell her you'll teach her how to make dinner
>After you clean up the mess

>Friday night, and finally getting off work
>Bitch of a boss tanuki forced you to stay late to make things tidy
>Wouldn't need to clean up the store if it was kept tidy in the first place
>Don't know why her superiors didn't do surprise inspections
>Whatever, doesn't matter now
>Get overtime pay for it
>Have some snacks in tow for the weekend
>Still tired as shit
>You decide to wander around a bit to let your mind unwind
>It's still light out anyways
>Mostly
>Decide to take the long route through the park
>Seems like a good idea at the time
>Is actually quite relaxing
>No noisy kids to affect your headache
>No man-hunting monster girls out prowling yet
>Just a few were-wolves walking their dogs
>Like that isn't an odd sight
>As it starts getting darker you pick up the pace
>Still not worried
Jingle
>What was that?
>You look behind you, and see nothing
>The street lamps turn on and light up the path
>Turn ahead and start walking again
Jingle
>Was that closer?
>Look behind you again
>Still nothing
>Okay, this can't be good
>Pick up the pace some more
Jingle
>Don't bother stopping as you look back to check
>There still isn't anything
>But it's getting closer
Jingle jingle
>Decide this is a good time to start taking up jogging
>You can let the dr.pepper settle overnight
Jingle jingle
>You don't bother looking, the noise can't be more than thirty feet away
>See something written on the back of the entry sign in spray paint
>It smells fresh
"You're going to be late Anon."
>That your fucking name
>Run past the sign
>Fuck jogging, it's time for running
Jingle jingle
>It's almost right behind you
>You turn down a corner and bolt across a street
>Thankfully it's late and few people are driving in the area
>Unfortunately it's late and nobody is in the area
>Take a sharp turn into an alleyway
Jingle
>algjaslgjglakgn;aglak
>Right in front of you
>Dead stop, look at wall
>Wet spraypaint
>An arrow pointing in the direction of home
>With a message
"Hurry anon!"
>Fucking book it
>Take as winding route as possible
Jingle jingle jingle
>That came from fucking above
>Panic a lot
>More fresh paint on the wall
>Another arrow pointing towards home
"You're going to miss it."
>Miss what?!
>Run even faster
>Nearly home now
>Can see it down the street
>Just about to enter the apartment building
Jingle
>It's not even ten feet away
>Turn and look
>A pair of glowing red eyes in the dark
>Fuckfuckfuckfuck
>Get inside and run into the elevator
>Safe now
Jingle jingle jingle
>It's right behind you
>Cold sweat on your neck
>Turn slow and carefully
>A young looking red and black haired were-cat standing there
>Collar and bell on her neck
>Whiteboard lifted up with one hand
>With one word written on it
"Nya."
>Scream like a little girl
>Finally stop ten seconds later
>Awkward silence
>Realize it's just Mizuki
>Sigh of relief
>She wipes the message and writes a new one
"It's on in five minutes, I didn't want you to miss it."
>Miss what?
>Can't remember
>She pouts
>Wipes and writes
"The two episode finale of A winter in Yetinburg!"
>Remember why you got snacks
>Elevator arrives
>Rush into apartment
>Turn on the television
>Snacks prepared
>And it begins

    >A fantastic morning off from work for you
    >Sunny
    >No work
    >No chores to do
    >No work
    >Just a day of junk food and playing a new video game
    >And no work
    >You've only just woken up though, and are going through your morning routine
    >It ends with checking the mail
    >Bill, bill, sabbath flyer, flyers
    >The last one is snatched by an invisible paw before you can read it
    >And then it vanishes
    >Manage to not shit yourself
    >But now you need that letter back
    >It could be the phone bill
    >Or that MGC monthly check
    >You hurry to the laundry hamper and try to grab at the red and black cheshire inside
    >She disappears with the letter she is opening
    >Next is the bathtub
    >You're right, she's there taking it out
    >Sees you and vanishes
    >You rush to the closet next
    >Almost grab her this time
    >But just barely miss
    >You won't give up that easily
    >Hurry to the door and get your shoes on
    >Rush down the stairs outside and try to surprise her underneath them
    >No luck, she vanished just as you came into view
    >Almost forgot the letter she was reading intently
    >Why is she so interested in your mail?
    >You run for where you think she appeared next
    >Just down the street behind a lawn ushi
    >Her tail puffs up as you surprise her
    >But she gets away again
    >You could feel the fur of her ears that time
    >You're going to catch this cheshire and get your answers fast
    >By this point it's a challenge
    >And you're ready for it
    >You think
>It's a lot of running to do
>But you keep tracking her down
>The park, the playground, the convenience store, home, the alleyway, the park again, up that one tree with the fairies living in it
>Each time she's reading the letter with the utmost seriousness
>And vanishes just before you can catch her
>At least you're getting good cardio training
>Again
>Find her hiding in a recycling bin behind the Porkers
>Demand your letter back
>She vanishes in surprise
>God dammit
>You have trouble finding her this time
>And eventually return home, defeated
>There is a loud purring coming from here
>Track it down to the bedroom
>There is a lump under the blankets
>You sneak up behind it and leap
>A bunch of flailing as you try to grab her and she tries to escape
>She vanishes from beneath you, but you hear paper
>Pull the blanket back and get your letter back
>Only it's addressed to her
>And it's from her doctor
>Decide to snoop before she can get it back
>All you see is something tested positive before the paper is yanked away by a blushing chessie
>She vanishes
>But you can hear the purr coming from the kitchen
>Walk in and open a cupboard
>Demand to know what she has
>Looks nervous for a moment before vanishing again
>You just have to follow the purring
>She doesn't leave the house this time at least
>But you have to open up a vent and open the maintenance door to the pump room
>Who knows why it's in your part of the complex
>You get frustrated and give up, going to the kitchen to get some lunch
>Ignore the purring coming from the living room behind you
>But when you turn around she's standing there
>With her writing board held up in front of her beet red face
>Whatever is on it seems to be very embarrassing
>But it just looks like a picture of something baking in the oven
>What's a round thing you bake in an oven?
>....
>Oh
>Try not to panic
>Hug a lot