Cobwebs and Candy

>It's Halloween.
>The air is cold, filled with the screams of children and the whispers of the wind in the leaves.
>You shake your head and grumble as you approach the moldering old shack.
>Why the hell did you agree to go visit the old murder house?  Sure, you lost a bet, but... fuck.
>Oh well.  At least you can get some good pictures of this place to show your stupid buddies that there's nothing haunted about this place.
>You walk up the overgrown sidewalk and place a hand on the rotten wood door.  Unsurprisingly, it falls off the hinges, collapsing into the house loudly.
>You shine your flashlight beam into the darkness.  Nothing but cobwebs and ruined furniture...
>...but you hear what sounds like a big rat, or maybe a raccoon, skittering away.  Great, a risk of rabies to go with the possible trespassing charges.  Fantastic.
>You step over the door and into the house, almost immediately getting a mouthful of thick cobwebs.  You cough and wipe the substance off your face, waving your light around wildly in the process.
>The skittering abruptly stops, and you hear something... LARGE fall to the floor upstairs.
>Hm.  Oh well.
>You walk forward and into what looks like the living room.  A mildew-coated couch rots in the corner, absolutely cocooned in cobwebs.  Massive claw marks mar the cushions, the foam stuffing bleeding out across the floor.
>Similar claw marks dot the floors, walls... and ceiling...?
>It's cold and damp in here.  The air is musty and thick.
>It's dead silent except for the crickets outside and your own breathing.
>Your... loud, heavy breathing...
>...wait.
>Fuck, is that coming from UPSTAIRS?!

>Shit.
>You freeze, listening to the sound.  It's definitely breathing.  It's definitely coming from upstairs.
>...it doesn't sound HUMAN, though.  Great.
>The conditions of the bet said you have to stay for at least 15 minutes, and you're a man of your word... plus, what if it's some dumbass drunk teen that broke in here and got hurt?
>You steel your nerves and head up the rotten, creaking stairs.  Countless cobwebs dangle in your face, but you haven't seen a single spider yet.
>From outside, you hear a flock of bats screeching.  Wouldn't be Halloween without em, you guess...
>After wading through a veritable sea of spider silk, you finally make it to the top of the stairs.  You step into the room...
>It's a spacious loft, just as ruined and moldy as the living room.  Every bit of furniture is covered in cobwebs and scratch marks.
>The dust seems to have been disturbed recently, judging by the clouds of the stuff in the air.  That heavy breathing is coming from above you still...
>You shine your light up and swallow a scream at what you see.
>A huge, dark shape clings to the ceiling.  It ALMOST looks humanoid, but has 8 limbs, a tail, and long, pointed ears... and seems to be covered in black fur.
>The creature's ears twitch a few times and, to your horror, it drops down from the ceiling, landing on all fours (all eights?) with a massive THUD.  It's still facing away from you, thankfully, but it obviously knows you're here.

>Nope nope nope.
>You turn and flee before the thing can turn around.  It lets off a confused sound as you reach the door, but doesn't appear to follow you.
>You swallow about thirty cobwebs in your panic, but you don't care, you're not about to let some monster catch y-
>You trip halfway down the stairs and fall to the bottom, banging your leg up badly.  It doesn't feel broken, but fuck.  You're not gonna be running on it anymore.
>And to make things worse, you hear the big thing coming.
>You pull yourself into the living room slowly, painstakingly, and hide behind the couch.  Slow, ponderous footsteps come down the stairs, as does the quiet sound of sniffing... and the squeaking of a bat.
>Eventually, you hear your pursuer enter the living room.  It stops in front of the couch, breathing heavily...
>Then scoots the sofa aside, exposing you.  You shine your light up, hoping to disorient it, and get a good look at the...
>...monster?
>Standing over you, easily 8 or so feet tall, is some sort of... cat woman.  Her entire body is covered in wiry black fur.  A long tail whips around behind her, and pointed ears twitch madly, as do long whiskers.
>Her body is humanoid, but huge and monstrous.  Her stance is hunched, bestial.  Four sizable breasts rest on her chest, the lower pair about half the size of the upper.
>Six fairly muscular arms offset comically tiny bat wings visible on the beast's back.  Strange, almost insectile "fangs" jut from either corner of a toothy mouth.
>Huge yellow eyes glimmer down at you, curiosity evident within them.
>To top all this off, the woman is clad in nothing more than a ridiculously out of place orange collar, not unlike what you might see on a dog or housecat.
>A silver tag hangs from it, with MIMI written on it in huge lettering.
>The woman stares down in silence, blinking.

>You can't help but think aloud.
>"What the fuck are you?"
>The woman, Mimi apparently, tilts her head, looking confused.  She speaks slowly, hesitantly in a quiet, surprisingly high pitched voice.
>"Mmmmm... mmm-Mi... Mi?"
>"...Mimi?  That's your name, right?"
>The creature looks amazed, nodding gently as she speaks again in an affirmative tone.
>"Mimi."
>"Well, uh, h-hi there.  I'm A-Anon."
>Mimi narrows her eyes for a moment, apparently feeling your name out.
>"Ehhhh... ahhhh... mmm, N-Nanon."
>"...that works."
>She blinks a few times, testing the word out again.
>"Nanon.  Naaaaaaaa-non.  Nnnnnnanooooooon.  Nanon!"
>You suddenly feel a rumbling in your chest.  You quickly realize that Mimi is purring so deeply that you can feel the resonance.
>She looks incredibly proud of herself.
>You carefully rise to a seated position.  Mimi watches, then suddenly grabs you with her lowest set of arms, squeezing you roughly as she lifts you effortlessly.  After a moment, she sets you down on the moldering couch, flinching when you let off a groan of pain.
>"Mmm?  Nanon... h-herd?"

>Herd?  Does she mean...
>...you, uh... you are a LITTLE hard, actually.  You suppose having 4 swaying boobs hanging over your face has something to do with that.
>But how did she...
>"Uhhh, y-yeah.  It's normal, I promise, nothing we need to a-address."
>Mimi blinks a few times, letting off a confused grunt.  She leans in and gingerly prods your middle, looking at you tentatively.
>"Herd?"
>...wait, she means "hurt," doesn't she?
>"Ohhh, hurt?"
>She nods.
>"Mimi."
>...
>"Well, uh, yeah.  I fell on my leg. I think I'm okay though, you don't have to-"
>The huge creature immediately stoops down and inspects your already-bruised leg, concern evident on her face.
>"Nanon leg herd..."
>She grabs your leg and squeezes it roughly; the pain is almost unbearable.  You let off a shout, and she immediately recoils, releasing you.
>"Mimi... s-sore..."
>Sore...? You're the one sore!
>She looks apologetic, wringing her hands with a frown.
>"It's okay, just... damn, that hurt."
>"...M... Mimi figs."
>Before you can say anything, she dashes off to another room, quickly returning with a huge wad of spider silk in her hands.  Concentration spreads across her face as she leans in carefully, picks you up...
>Then bounds your entire lower half in a thick mass of spiderwebs.  Mimi's tail flicks about happily as she gently lays your half-cocooned form back on the couch.  A hopeful look lights up her face.
>"M-Mimi good?"

>"Uhhh... s-sure, b-"
>Mimi's eyes practically light up as her rumbling purring starts up again.
>"M-Mimi good!"
>Her tail flicks giddily, her tiny wings flap wildly.  She generally looks like she's never been happier.
>"But, uhhh... will you let me go when I ask you to?"
>"Mm?  Nanon leg herd.  Neat rest."
>"Well, okay, but..."
>"Mimi un... non... uhhh... M-Mimi stake off web after rest."
>"Okay then... uh, thank you...?"
>"Nanon wel... welgum."
>"...Mimi, who ARE you?"
>"Whuh?  Mimi is Mimi."
>"...WHAT are you?"
>She immediately looks frustrated.
>"Mimi is... mmmph, l-long wernd... gerr... gurr... gurrr... immalll... ggin?"
>...you have no idea what she's trying to say.
>"I'm sorry, Mimi, I don't know what that is."
>She looks broken-hearted for a second.
>"M... Mimi bad at wernds..."
>"No, no, you're fine, really."
>She hangs her head and lets off a little sigh.
>"...Mimi... is there something you want to do?  Anything I could do to cheer you up?"
>She perks up a little, eyeing you up a little suspiciously.
>"...Nanon eat w-wiff Mimi?  S... stay wiff Mimi a wild?"

>"Uhhh... sure?"
>You're caught off guard when the monstrous woman leans down and pulls you into a tight bear hug, her deep purring shaking your very bones.
>"Nanon nice..."
>She rubs her cheek against yours, the surprisingly soft fur gliding against your bare skin smoothly.
>"So, uhh... w-what are you gonna eat?"
>She runs off without a word, returning with a small cupboard in tow.  She carries the container effortlessly with a single arm, tossing it down when she gets back to you.  The cupboard clatters apart, revealing a massive stash of wrapped candy.
>"Mimi find feud, ever year."
>"Huh.  Is it... good?"
>She nods as she nonchalantly pops a handful of still-wrapped candies into her mouth, smiling.
>You tentatively take out a piece of candy.  It looks... fine?
>You unwrap it and hesitantly take a bite... it's still in date.  Thank goodness.
>Mimi makes a sour face and spits out a gob of paper and plastic, frowning.
>"Bleh."
>"You know, if you unwrap em, that won't happen."
>"Whuh?"
>"Watch."
>You carefully unwrap a candy as Mimi watches, enthralled.  When you free it from the wrapper, the monstrous feline suddenly chomps down on the sweet, incidentally biting you in the process.  It doesn't hurt much, but she draws blood.
>Mimi swallows the candy with a broad smile, but looks horrified as her eyes fall on your new wound.
>"M-Mimi did that?"
>"Well..."
>She stares down at your hand, then angrily bites down on one of her own hands, drawing eerie green blood and spitting a mouthful of hair.
>"BAD Mimi!  H-herd Nanon!"
>"No, no, stop!  It's fine, you didn't mean to do it!"
>She blinks a few times, looking down at you in shock.
>"F-fine...?"
>"Yeah, you're okay.  Please don't hurt yourself."
>"...M-Mimi... sore... figs..."
>Mimi stalks into another room, again returning with an armload of webs.  She carefully wraps your bleeding hand, as well as her own, in the surprisingly thick silk.
>"G-good...?"
>"Good.  Thanks."
>She nods, smiling, then stares down at her hand.

>You look down at the makeshift bandaging, then back up at the concerned Mimi.
>"...hey, thanks for patching me up.  I know you didn't mean to bite me."
>"Mimi... so sore..."
>"It's okay, really.  C'mere."
>The feline monster sits down again, then scoots closer to you.  You reach up and gently rub her atop the head, immediately eliciting a booming purr from her.
>As you work your way into scratching behind her ears, Mimi tilts her head towards your hand, sticking her tongue out slightly.
>"Prrrrr... N-Nanon so nice..."
>"Heh.  You're pretty nice too."
>"N-no, Mimi bad.  Herd Nanon."
>"It was an accident, you didn't mean to.  You're good, Mimi."
>"G-good..."
>You stop scratching her, and she straightens her head out.  The cat tentatively grabs a candy from the pile and unwraps it carefully, watching you as if waiting for feedback. You nod, and she grins widely before popping the unwrapped sweet into her mouth.
>"Bedder... fank, Nanon."
>"No problem.  ...where'd you find this stuff anyway?"
>"Ooh, ooh!  Mimi show Nanon!"
>The hulking feline reaches up and delicately grabs a thick strand of webbing.  She tugs it gently a few times, then yanks the strand as hard as she can.
>The web reels in a wad of wrapped Halloween candy.  Mimi gleefully untangles the ball of sugar and drops it onto the already-huge pile of candy.
>"See?"

>"Huh.  That's a neat trick.  What's your favorite candy?"
>"Ummmm... Mimi like..."
>She fishes out a wrapped Lemonhead, shows it to you, then smiles broadly as she opens and eats the candy in one fluid motion.
>"Huh.  I like chocolate, myself."
>"Mm!"
>She digs for a full-sized Hershey bar and hands it to you with a nod.
>As you eat the candy, Mimi sighs happily, resting her head against you.
>"Nanon warm... fank for eating wiff Mimi."
>"Thanks for sharing your candy."
>She doesn't respond, but rubs her cheek against you, purring.  The two of you sit in silence for a while, picking away at the mountain of candy.  Eventually, Mimi speaks again.
>"Mimi... not have f-fren before... Nanon good fren."
>"You consider me a friend?"
>"Mimi."
>She nods enthusiastically.
>"...thanks.  That's sweet of you."
>Mimi smiles and leans even closer.  You tentatively wrap an arm around her, and she practically vibrates in excitement.
>"N-Nanon call Mimi fren too?"

>"...yeah, you're a friend, Mimi.  A good one, too."
>Her eyes widen, practically glimmering.
>"G-good fren???"
>"Yep, you sure a-"
>You're cut off by her pulling you into a six-armed hug, nearly cracking your ribs as she buries your face in her chest.  You can hear absolutely nothing but her rumbling purr.
>Mimi eventually releases you, smiling with little tears in her eyes.
>"N-Nanon so nice... Nanon the best."
>You can tell she's never had anyone show her any real affection in a long time... maybe she's NEVER seen any affection...
>Pity washes over your heart.
>This woman only wants a friend.  This sweet, innocent-minded cat is just lonely.
>...and to be honest?  She's treated you better in an hour or two than most of your friends have in a long time.
>It's not fair that someone this kindhearted should be left with nobody to call a friend.
>Your mind races as Mimi looks over at you, confused.
>"Nanon okay?"
>Rather than respond, you impulsively plant a kiss on the feline's cheek.  Mimi's ears immediately flush bright green as she blinks in shock.
>"N-Nanon?"
>She scoots away slightly, looking confused.
>"Whuh Nanon doing to Mimi?"
>She reaches up and feels her ears, a mystified expression on her face.
>"H-hot..."
>She starts to look afraid now.
>"N-Nanon, Mimi sick!?"

>Thinking quickly, you grab one of her hands, feeling the strong paw tense at your touch.
>"Mimi, you're not sick."
>"N-not?"
>"No, it's normal to blush when someone shows you affection."
>"Affff... whuh?"
>"Y'know... l-love."
>Comprehension dawns on her face as her blush grows more intense.
>"N-Nanon LUFF Mimi?"
>"...as a friend, yes."
>"...Mimi luff Nanon, den?"
>"I don't know.  That's for you to decide."
>She puts a hand to her chin thoughtfully.
>"...Mimi... Mimi fink... l-luff Nanon."
>She roughly squeezes your hand, smiling.
>"...d-dunno how..."
>"How to what, Mimi?"
>"Luff."
>"Well, you're doing a good job just by being so nice."
>"Mimi luff good?"
>"Yeah.  Mimi love good."
>She smiles again, purring deeply.  She rubs her cheek against yours again, squeezing your hand again.
>The pressure causes you to bleed through the web bandage slightly, a fact that isn't lost on the feline.
>"Oh no!  Mimi figs, Nanon."
>Rather than hop up and bolt, Mimi simply reaches up with her lowest pair of arms, groping one of her larger breasts with a determined expression.
>She squeezes gently, extracting a handful of spider silk from herself before applying the fresh "organic" bandage to your bleeding hand.
>"Good?"
>You can't help but let your eye wander to her chest, where a long strand of silk still dangles from her nip.

>As you stare, you feel an overwhelming urge to just... grab that strand of silk and pull on it.
>You of course ignore this urge.  You're a grown-ass man, not a housecat.  You have self control, dammit, self contr-
>You grab the silk and yank it, extracting a thin, sticky strand from Mimi.  She lets off a confused "mrrr?" and tilts her head.
>"Nanon?"
>"...sorry.  I just... couldn't help myself."
>Mimi frowns a little.
>"Nanon ways web.  Let Mimi haff."
>"Ways?  ...WASTE?"
>"Mimi."
>You hand the silken string to Mimi.  She smiles and nods graciously...
>Then slurps the web up like a spaghetti noodle, chewing it like gum for a moment before swallowing it with a contented sigh.
>"Prrrr... fank, Nanon."

>You can't help but stare for a moment.  Mimi blinks, confused, then seems to have an idea.
>"Ohhh, Nanon wan try?"
>"Huh?  N-no, it's fi-"
>She interrupts you by practically shoving one of her tits into your mouth, gently squeezing a little spider silk down your throat.  She pulls away with a smile, ears flushing green, as you cough.
>Your mouth is full of sticky webbing now... you chew tentatively as the silk melts into a thick paste.  It's like the world's blandest, toughest chewing gum.  It's not PLEASANT...
>...but not bad either.  Just kinda... neutral.
>You swallow the silk and shudder a little at the dusty aftertaste in your mouth.  Mimi smiles in anticipation.
>"Good?"
>"Uhhhh... I-I guess?"
>She purrs and hugs you close, running a hand through your hair.  She sighs happily.
>"Nanon good fren..."
>"Thanks... you're a g-good friend too.  ...hey, Mimi.  Where'd you come from, exactly?"
>"Uhhh... long wernd... Mimi not good wiff..."
>"Huh.  Can you describe it?"
>"Dark..."
>"..."
>"B-but good plays. Dark but good."
>"Oh.  Okay then..."
>Mimi yawns and lays her head on you.
>"Mmph.  Mimi bore... Nanon know any funs?"

>"Uhhh, well, we could watch something on my phone...?"
>"Oooh!  Wear is?"
>"In my pocket, but I'll have to tear a hole in this cocoon to get it."
>"Okay!"
>You carefully rip the webbing around your legs and pull out your phone.  Mimi gently milks herself of more silk and repairs the hole almost immediately, nodding in satisfaction.
>At a loss for what to look up, you decide to look for some anime on YouTube.  You find a pretty generic high-school harem thing quickly enough.  This'll do.
>As soon as the video starts, Mimi is enthralled.  She stares down at the screen with wide eyes.
>The main character's love interest runs down a hallway after him; an inordinate amount of attention is put on her chest's ridiculous bouncing.  Mimi glances down at her own bosoms and tentatively hops a little, sending herself into a frenzy of jiggling.
>She laughs and bounces her chest some more, the sizable jugs occasionally spurting tiny strands of silk on the rebound.
>"Nanon, luke!"
>You're looking...
>"Nanon like Mimi's... uh... th-thingies...?"
>Without thinking, you blurt out:
>"Y-yeah."
>You swear her face becomes a perfect "=3".
>Mimi looks thoughtful for a moment, then looks back at the anime.  The main character trips and falls, landing face-first in the teacher's cleavage.
>Mimi glances over at you, then grabs your head, stuffing your face between all four of her boobs.
>"N-Nanon like...?"

>You feel yourself beginning to pop an inopportune boner...
>No, dammit, stop!  Think unpleasant thoughts... unpleasant thoughts...
>Filing your taxes... stepping in dog shit barefooted...
>...phew.  It's working.
>You pull your face out of Mimi's quad-cleavage, gasping for breath.  The feline tilts her head.
>"Nanon okay?"
>"Y-yeah, I'm... I'm fine."
>She nods happily and returns to watching the anime.
>It shows a romantic scene now.  The protagonist hugs his girlfriend close as heartwarming music plays.
>Mimi stares for a moment, then turns to you.
>"That luff, Nanon?"
>"Yep, that's love."
>She nods sagely, and you lean in to hug her.  Mimi wraps all six arms around you, squeezing gently this time.  Between her purring and warmth, this is easily the comfiest hug you've ever experienced...
>The feline sighs happily, rubbing her cheek against your face once again.
>"Nanon... M-Mimi luff yew..."
>"I... I love you too, Mimi.  You're such a sweet, loving person.  How could anyone have left you here alone?"
>"Mimi... bad, ones.  Had to leaf home.  Been ffff... fff.. firdy years?"
>"Thirty years, huh?"
>"Mimi..."
>...
>You hug her even tighter, kissing her cheeks and patting her head.
>"Mimi, I'm sorry you were alone so long."
>"M-Mimi okay... have a fren now.  A GOOD fren."
>"Heh, yeah.  Thanks for being my friend."
>She nods happily, then suddenly scoops you up, cradling you with her lowest set of arms.
>"L-luff you so mudge, Nanon."

>As the anime comes to a close, Mimi holds you close, purring deeply.
>The both of you sigh happily, staring into each other's eyes.  Mimi yawns quietly, blinking slowly.
>"Mmmph... Mimi tired..."
>"Yeah, it's getting kinda late.  I can leave if you're ready to go to bed."
>"LEAF?  N-no, pleece no leaf Mimi, Nanon!"
>She almost immediately starts to cry, but doesn't attempt to restrain you at all.
>"Mimi, MIMI!  Calm down, please."
>She sniffles, but manages to hold back her sobs for a few moments.
>"If you want, I'll come back tomorrow."
>"T-tumerrow... but... s-so long!"
>"...Y'know what? I have an idea.  Why don't I just... take you home with me?"
>"Whuh?  Nanon take Mimi home?"
>"Yeah, I've got an apartment with- oh.  Shit, I almost forgot my dumbass roommates..."
>"Whuh?"
>"I... I can't take you home.  How would I explain you to my roomies?"
>Mimi stares, obviously heartbroken.
>"...M... Mimi... want N-Nanon go home.  Mimi wait hear... l-long wait, but Mimi be okay..."
>"But, Mimi... I..."
>You think over what you're about to say. Do you REALLY want to go back to your old apartment...?
>All that's there is your shitty roommates...
>Y'know, with some TLC, Mimi's house would actually probably be a lot more comfy than your apartment.  Certainly more spacious, anyway.
>You can get your belongings back tomorrow.  You know exactly what you want to do tonight.
>"...I want to stay here with you."
>"N-Nanon..."
>"Mimi, I know I've only known you for a night, but... you're just so sweet. I can't imagine leaving you here alone. You DESERVE a friend, and I'd be honored to be that friend."
>"N-Nanon... LIVE wiff Mimi?!"
>"If you'll let me... yeah."
>She nearly breaks you in half with a gleeful bear hug, purring so hard you hear the window rattling.
>"Luff yew, Nanon!"
>"Heh.  Love you too, Mimi."
>As you wrap your arms around your new housemate, you think back to how you got here.
>All things considered, you may have lost that bet, but who REALLY won, all things considered?