Satisfactory! Press 1.

You listen to the remainder of the instructions before the ordering system hangs up. You feel a little nervous, but excited. Your own fembot -- in the image of Felicia! You're glad you cleared your schedule for the weekend, because you don't think you're going to want to leave the house.

Tomorrow morning, you're just starting to drift awake, when you hear an odd sound -- a scratching sound, somewhere else in the house. You pick your head up and listen.

Scratch scratch ...

Where is that coming from? Not here in the bedroom. You get out from under the covers, and walk slowly through the house in a t-shirt and shorts.

Scratch scratch ...

You step into the living room. It sounds like the noise is coming from the front door. Is it your delivery? But wouldn't the delivery person just ring the doorbell? Or knock, at least?

You look through the peephole of the door. Nothing there but your front yard on a sunlit Saturday morning.

Scratch scratch ...

Frowning, you unlock and open the door.

Wham!

Something springs up from a crouch at the base of the door, landing in your arms, knocking you to the floor with its weight. You narrowly avoid cracking your head open on the floor. You hear a slam -- whatever has attacked you has apparently kicked the door shut on its way inside.

A furry weight wriggles in your arms. When you're able to focus, you find that you are staring into a pair of wide, feline eyes, set in a heart-shaped face surrounded by a cloud of rich blue hair. Peeking out of that azure mane are a pair of white catlike ears.

"I think ... you're my new master," Felicia says, with an eager purr in her voice. "Yes?"

You try to remember the instructions you received over the phone. "Um, yeah, I'm ... user code Alpha Sigma Gamma two three one."

Instantly, she kisses you, mumbling the word "Master" into your lips. Your hands are around her waist, and you feel bare skin, soft fur, and lithe muscles. She wriggles against you some more, and you feel her strong thighs straddling your waist.

She's not giving you much opportunity to breathe. "Do you--" you manage to get out, "do you want--"

"Want you," she whispers. She nibbles your lips with sharp teeth, hungrily, but not hard enough to hurt you. Her hands (paws?) run through your hair. Her thighs close tightly around your waist, and she grinds her hips against you.

Your cock is starting to bulge, but it's clear that she's far more aroused than you are. She moans, and purrs, and wiggles. Over her shoulder, you catch sight of her long white tail lashing at the air. "Want you," she breathes again. "Want you ... oh ... oh ... ohhh ..."

She suddenly thrusts her hips against you, tosses her head back, and cries out. Her entire body shakes against you as she moans and gasps and sighs, her back arching. You have an up-close view of round breasts trimmed with a narrow ribbon of fur across her nipples. Her pink nipples are hard, peeking out of her fur, and her breasts rise and fall as she gasps for breath.

Her hips slow, and she takes a long, deep breath. Then she collapses on top of you, resting her head on your shoulder, watching you with those exotic eyes. She purrs again, happy and satisfied. "Master," she declares.