Half-human.

Mini-Boss defeated, Dungeon complete [Level 4]!
+500 XP
+$1,000
+10 Feline Essence

Achievement Unlocked! "Dungeon Master 1!" ~ You finished your first dungeon. And you didn't even die. Too bad.
+50 EXP
+1 to all Stats
+25 EXP for all future Dungeon Completions

Achievement Unlocked! "A Mini-Victory!" ~ You beat your first mini-boss. Consider me mini-impressed.
+100 EXP
+1 to all Stats
+1 Skill Point

Achievment Unlocked! "Something from Nothing!" ~ You created something new from the emptiness that is the Abyss by purifying it. Moira is going to be pissed…
+100 EXP
+A new Zone has been unlocked!
+5 Zone Customization Points!

Purification Successful! +150 EXP!
Purification Successful! +150 EXP!

Level Up!
John has reached Level 5!
+2 to all Stats!
+1 Skill Point!
+1 Talent Point!

"That was… intense," John said, glancing through the pop ups. There were so many of them that as his eyes glanced through he swore he felt his body tingling. And a thousand dollars? Nothing had appeared, so he assumed it must have been in his inventory, which distracted him for a few moments as he confirmed that there was now a section in his inventory for his finances. Meanwhile the nekos were making themselves at home on this faux-house of his, which-

The air around John began to shimmer and shift. It felt not unlike the brief moment before the Barrier shattered at the school, which was awful, because John had absolutely no idea how to explain two naked catgirls to his mother… of course, maybe he didn't have to? Given enough time his mother should forget about them, right? That was what the book said, so… yeah…

With nothing else to do John closed his eyes as fault lines began to appear in the miniature world fragment he was in, and he could almost hear the shattering sound as everything shifted around him. When he opened his eyes though, it was not the real version of his kitchen and living room he was in, but a totally new place.

It was blank and empty, white and vast. John could see no entrance nor exit, no landmarks to speak of… not even a source of light, nor any shadows falling from either him or the two catgirls who had both come with him. They both seemed quite shocked at the sudden change of scenery - the ebony-haired one was hissing, while the white-haired beauty at his legs had started clinging to him desperately, arms wrapped around his leg.

"This is… I don't even understand anymore."

New Zone unlocked - Zone 1: Unnamed (Blank Zone)

"A blank zone?"

John clicked on the underlined section hoping for an explanation, but instead got a drop-down menu. In it there were several options

Plains
Temperate Forest
Rainforest
Tundra
Cleared Land
Desert
Mountains
Coast
Island
Hills
Swamp
River
Lake
Iceberg
Ocean
Valley
Cave (Mountains)
Cave (Underground)
Wetland
Oasis

"I just… I want to be able to see where my feet are," John said, a bit off-put by the fact that although he could feel ground under his feet, the lack of shadows and depth to the world almost gave him the impression that he was standing directly on top of an infinite void. Not the weirdest thing that had happened to him in the last day, but definitely up there.

With that in mind John pushed the Plains button, and watched the instant results. From the space where he was standing, grass spread out from under his feet and seemed to reach out endlessly, at least beyond where he could see from where he was standing. There was some light variation in the height of the ground, and occasionally flowers sprouted up, or a rare tree, but for the most part it was almost identical grassland, with varying heights of brush and bushes sprouting up everywhere, and what looked like a few wild plants he didn't recognize besides the flowers.

"That's… huh."

Zone Environment selected: Plains (-1 Zone Customization Point)!

John watched as the catgirls continued to freak out; the black-haired one was now running frantically through the tall grass inspecting everything, while the one at his feet was mewling quietly.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," John murmured, leaning down and gently running his hands through her hair. Just like with a real cat, and she seemed to appreciate it all the same - which only made him feel even more awkward as she continued rubbing her naked body against him. Right. In all the uncertainty of his situation John had forgotten about those two being utterly naked… he could actually feel the breasts of the pale-haired cat rubbing against him through his pants, small as they were.

"I, look, we'll find a way out of here, okay? Gotta be some way to go home-"

Skill Unlocked: World Shift.
World Shift: Shift between the user's world and the old world. User will enter the other world at the location they left, unless the user has added a new Zone to their world prior to entering. Mana Cost: 0, cannot be used in combat. Can bring up to five others with the user at a time. Cooldown: 1 Day*.

"…"

John didn't have anything to say. He stared at the menu in front of him, letting his legs give out from under him. He glanced down at his watch… it was almost midnight. After everything he had been through, it had been less than twenty-four hours since he first woke up that morning.

The absurdity, the sheer unbridled unbelievable nature of everything he had been through… it was like it all hit John at once. He fell backwards, landing on his spine and staring up into the sky. The catgirl who had been clinging to him darted away, startled by his sudden lack of ability to stand up straight.

"I can't… I can't even function…"

John didn't know if he wanted to cry, laugh, or yell until his voice ran out. It was all so unreal that he didn't even know how he felt about it. Maybe that was part of the problem. He woke up this morning with what basically amounted to superpowers, and immediately had to go to school. He had a study hall, where he could've really considered things… except that he was attacked and essentially kidnapped into a British manor where he learned about an entire other society of mages and the Abyss. Then, when he finally got home, he was stupid enough to throw himself straight into a life-or-**** fight because he was so scared of getting attacked. So now, here in this empty field, John did something he had not done all day.

Absolutely nothing.

John just sat there and let everything sink in. His mind was tired, his body weary, and yet he couldn't even think of sleeping. After a day like today, no sane individual could possibly adjust to everything, take it all in and just keep pretending everything was okay… after a few minutes of letting everything take root in his mind, John closed his eyes and started to let his thoughts wander. At some point the ivory-haired catgirl returned to him, finding some comfort in closeness to him, apparently. Her twin sister was still off running through the fields so John must have been the next best thing as far as cuddles were concerned. John absentmindedly ran his hand through her hair as he started to let his mind wander, enjoying the way she nuzzled her face into his chest and the soft purring that vibrated his body.

"How did I get these abilities…? I didn't train, didn't do anything special the night before I got them. Moira said that the Abyss creatures never stick around after their Barrier is gone, that they should disappear after being defeated. She also said that the Abyss isn't even a real place, and that a Barrier can only exist temporarily, as a copy of the real world… so where am I? Who am I? All these things… being given so many powers, so much that breaks so many rules - and these messages just keep screwing with me!"

John cursed and slammed his head into the ground. He should've been excited, but right now, with so much overwhelming him, all he could think was that it was a tremendous amount of bullshit, and that bullshit had come from somewhere, right? There was a reason he had all this. This was magic - it couldn't be explained by genetics, or birthright, or anything that he knew of. If that wasn't clear enough by his sudden acquisition of these abilities, it was made a thousand times more obvious by the sometimes helpful, sometimes sarcastic, and always self-aware messages added to so many of the windows that popped up.

Was it… Gaia? The book that he inherited had mentioned her. She was the source of magical power besides the Abyss, and it was thought that she and the Abyss formed a sort of Yin-Yang relationship. Gaia created the world, where things had form - law and order. The Abyss created raw energy that was the source of so much chaos it couldn't even exist physically… the book had actually not imparted a great deal of knowledge on Gaia, but who else could've done this to John? Nobody else should've been capable of this much rule-breaking, this much creation. Like the two catgirls before him. Manifestations of the abyss, Purified and brought into his own little world. Literally, according to the skill description, his own little world.

John felt something tugging at him. After his day of being attacked, his reaction was immediate. He sat up and lifted his arms, trying to block whatever was about to hit him. Instead of an assailant though he saw the catgirl at his side now ripping at his pants. She couldn’t quite seem to figure out the zipper, but was relatively undeterred by it or his actions, continuing on even as he started to fumble at her hands to keep her away.

"N-no, wait, don't-"

Immediately John silenced himself as she brandished her claws. But rather than threatening him, she gave a quick slash toward his groin that had John grimacing and sent a primal terror through his bones. With (literally) razor precision, though, she avoided maiming any part of John, much less his very important groin area. His pants were not so lucky - they were shredded from hip to knee in an arc with four long claw marks that left almost everything on the front of his crotch torn away. What few pieces still remained were easily brushed aside or folded away by the catgirl as she uncovered what she had been seeking, which was apparently… John.

His manhood was barely erect with all the stress and somber thoughts that had been running through his mind, despite having a naked girl next to him, but - Maera, was that her name? - was completely without regard to that as she used her soft hand to lift up his member and start licking it. Her tongue was rough, not unlike an actual cat's, but it was in a pleasant way that felt less like sandpaper and gave more texture to it. Not that John would know what a regular tongue felt like down there, but his resistance - minimal as it had been - was brushed away as he felt his desire to stop her slowly fading away, and his manhood not-so-slowly starting to rise.

"I… Maera, I-"

The catgirl looked up to him for the first time with something other than confusion in her eyes. She seemed to recognize the name, even though she hadn't understood anything else he said until that point… or, at least, hadn't reacted to it. Not sure what else to do, John started petting her hair again.

"Maera…"

The catgirl meowed, grinning at him (showing off her very pointed teeth, which terrified John on an ironically primal level) while she continued to attend to his manhood, licking slowly from base to tip, working her head around it to lather up all the sides.

"Maera, I can't… I don't know if I can-"

Maera leaned back abruptly, abandoning her attentions to his member. John fought the urge to grumble - he was close, painfully so, but he didn't really want her to stop. She'd only just barely started! As weird as the situation was and as stressed as he had been, the thought of some relief was tantalizing and so close at hand…

John didn't remain disappointed for long. Maera got her legs under her only enough to crawl forward, dragging her surprisingly soft skin across his body. Her tail was swishing back and forth, no longer lazily or in fear but now with intent, her fangs poking out just slightly as she climbed to eye-level with John's prone form and started to grind herself on him. John gasped and looked down, getting his first real up-close look at a naked woman… although with a hot catgirl on top of him John had to admit it seemed more like eroge than real life, honestly.

The feeling of her warmth rubbing against him was incredible. Her entire body seemed to be a furnace, whether it was because she was a Neko or just because she was so turned on he couldn't tell. Truthfully he didn't know what had gotten her like this in the first place - even though she'd been "Purified", did the thrill of combat still run through her? Or maybe petting just had a whole different meaning for these creatures.

The soft mewls coming from the Neko's mouth were enough to make John's spine chill. He'd protested in shock at first, but as the increasingly slick lips of Maera's pussy rubbed up and down his member, he was finding it harder and harder to come up with reasons to stop her. John let his mind stop worrying and thinking so much as he started to enjoy it himself. With all the grace and tact a virgin could muster, John awkwardly pushed his head together with Maera's and mashed their lips together.

The action surprised Maera, judging by the way her tail froze for a second, then stuck itself high into the air. But when she recovered she seemed quite pleased, as if she hadn't expected John to do anything himself. She pressed her lips against John's, no more skilled at the action but twice as passionate, her rough tongue tingling as it brushed up against what felt like John's entire face.

"I, ah-" John stuttered, not sure what to say. He was feeling the kind of lust and excitement normally reserved for only his most sacred of fap material. Perhaps his adrenaline was still running too, or maybe it was just the thought of a real-life Neko on top of him, but even though the idea of losing his virginity like this was nothing like how he had pictured it, John wanted nothing more than to put it inside Maera.

Maera seemed to read the lust on John's face. Stopping her undulating for just a moment, she gently lifted herself off of him. She didn't ask anything, if she was even capable of doing so. She didn't wait for John to be ready, or for him to savor his last moments as a virgin. She gave him that needy, animalistic look that had been there since the moment she started licking his cock, took one moment to line him up against her snatch, and slammed herself down onto him.

John grunted at the feeling, finding no words or other sounds that could quite match what he was experiencing. Without anything to compare it to, John still knew that the Neko was absurdly tight, and yet she was so wet that her inner walls glided smoothly as they wrapped around him. The Neko let out soft mewls as she quivered and shook atop him, sinking into his body as she seemed overwhelmed by the sensation.

"Is it… are you really that turned on?" John asked, but Maera didn't seem to hear him, much less understand him. John cast his eyes downward and noticed a wetness seeping across him, a wetness thicker and oddly warmer than the rest. John glanced down and noticed a small line of blood running out of Maera and down his cock.

"She's a virgin," John thought, the idea both arousing and worrying him. It made sense, considering she'd essentially been recreated from scratch - even if she had mated with some strange werecat in her previous body, this one was completely different. But despite the blood, Maera's mewls were not the sound of a pained woman, and she didn't seem to be doing anything except enjoying herself. Even her shivers seemed like barely-restrained attempts at grinding on John, a restraint she quickly lifted as she started to slowly rise and fall on him.

John grit his teeth and fought the urge to thrust himself further into the Neko. Already, John could feel pleasure rising in him - she'd brought him close with her ministrations earlier, and John didn't have the experience to hold himself back effectively.

Fortunately for him, Maera seemed to have no concept of slow, or loving, but she certainly had passion. Since the moment she'd started moving on her own Maera had not taken things easy, grinding up and down with a ferocity that matched her animal nature. John did his best to grit his teeth and held on for the ride - literally, because the Neko was jostling him every time she came down.

Despite his inexperience, John felt as if he had to do something, sure the Neko would not be nearly so friendly if he didn't satisfy this animalistic drive of hers. So he reached up and grabbed her tits, hands taking a moment to actually latch on with her thrusting her chest back and forward with every thrust of her hips. John had a bit of a thing for more petite figures, so Maera's small chest felt like a handful of heaven when he wrapped his fingers around the mounds. Maera seemed to think they were pretty wonderful too. Perhaps it was because her body was so new to her that she responded so vigorously, her soft mewls of pleasure becoming wild growls of approval as he started to tweak her nipples.

Unfortunately, John's action had an unintended consequence - as Maera's tongue hung from the side of her mouth at the added stimulation, her walls tightened from the pleasure, and John's resolve crumbled in an instant. For a moment he thought she was so tight he wouldn't be able to cum, but cum he did, his throbbing cock forcing all of his pent up cum through her impossibly tight walls and deep inside her. His hips instinctively thrust upward, burying his member deep inside Maera.

The Neko cried out from the sudden stimulation, and John felt her start to twitch - he didn't think she was actually capable of growing much tighter, but it seemed she had a few last clenches to give, her pussy sucking more than just the life out of him as she tilted her head back and screeched, a sound that came out more human than animal, and fueled John's cresting desires even more as he moved his hands to her hips and held himself as deeply as he could inside of the catgirl.

By the time John could think enough to release his upward thrust his hips were growing sore, and Maera had laid down upon him, her body still shaking lightly, her head resting by his own. She murmured things, soft things that were so quiet he couldn't tell if they were words of some language he did not understand or if they were merely sounds of someone who could not in any other way express what they were feeling.

John had just lost his virginity, to something he thought he would never see outside of a computer screen. She was beautiful, feisty, and as she finished up her murmurs she was laying thick kisses along his neck, with his slowly softening cock still embedded deep within her. John couldn't have pictured a more perfect moment.

He enjoyed said moment for all of about ten seconds before the windows started popping up around him.

For the first time, but probably not the last, John sighed and wished that his powers could be put on hold for at least a few minutes.