A crazy catgirl?

Sitting above you on some branches was a girl. Her hair was wild and uncombed, as yours likely was. Her posture was odd, as both feet and hands were at the same location on her branch. She tilted her head odd in the way a feline might ask a question when she saw you looking.

“Uh, hi?” You asked uncertainly. Generally you didn’t want people too see you in a bloody, naked mess, but the fact that she wasn’t already freaking out was weird in and of itself.

She nonchalantly stretched her back like a cat, and moved further down the branch. As she moved you noticed a thin rust-red tail swishing from her behind in a way that was way too animated for a buttplug. After you noticed that, you began to see other oddities about the girl. Her nails were much too sharp for your average human. Her eyes were yellow, and slit like a cat’s. Her body was hairy, but it was light enough that she looked more fuzzy and soft than unkept and greasy. A sizeable patch of fur around her crotch was soaked wet, and He told you it she smelled like warm bread and an open invitation.

She reached the end of the branch, and softly landed on the ground with just her hind legs. She sauntered over to you, tail swishing playfully behind her, cheshire grin just barely hidden behind sparkling eyes. You sat up with your legs crossed, ready to bolt at the slightest sign of danger. She stopped about an arm’s length from you, and sat back down onto her haunches. The confused expression and head tilt returned and you were starting to get rather unsettled by this girl.

“Can I help you?” You ask, getting more nervous my the second.

A rumble followed by what sounded like a hiccup escaped her mouth, and He translated this as her asking “Where is it?”