Interactive: On the doorstep.

It's late at night when you hear your doorbell ring, followed by incessant knocking. A quick look at your alarm notifies you that its just before dawn. Quickly tossing on a bathrobe, you walk over to the door, and open in.

Meg Griffin stands before you in a silk nightie, a cat tail hanging out behind her, cat ears alert to your presence. "Can I come in please," she asks. You notice she seems to have been crying, and you have a brief thought not only is Sex-bot technology cutting edge, but you also don't like her crying.

"Of course." You answer, huddling her inside.

"Thank you, Mister Doe." She says, picking up a duffel bag, and enters, closing the door.
"My dad wanted to surprise me for my 18th birthday this morning with a pet cat." She tells you, "but just as my dad dropped her on my lap, Stewie accidentally shot me with a ray gun, narrowingly missing my mom! And this is what happened!" She gestures at her ears and tail. "I was so horrified by... by this... that I stuffed my things in my bag and ran away." She tells you.

"Its okay, Meg. I actually think you look rather beautiful like this." You say.

"Really?" She says, practically purring. "You know, Mr. Doe," she pauses for a moment. "I've always had this crush on you. You've always been so kind, even when my dad is knee-deep in one of his crazy schemes." She smiles at you, and you feel your cock begin to rise.

"Call me John, Meg. I think we're close enough to dispense with minor things like that." You say, noticing the nipples on her massive breasts getting hard.

"John." She whispers, lust rising in her voice. "John, I don't know if its just the cat in me, but I really want to pounce on that boner." And with that she quickly pulls the nightie off, her double D's gently moving up and down as Meg prepares to act.