Something unusual

You look through the options. Most of them seem simple and obvious, especially to someone who spends a lot of time on the internet, such as yourself. Cat girls, fox girls, that sort of thing. There’s one option that does catch your eye, however, if only because of the disclaimer attached.

Fantastical (WARNING; experimental)

Intrigued, you select that option. A new page opens, and you begin to read again, with Emi looking on with interest.

Interested in something out of the ordinary? Something even further beyond the norm? Our line of Fantasy Hybrids has you covered! Straight out of legends and storybooks, these Hybrids bring fantasy into reality. Harpies? Centaur? Lamia? Of course! Our range is limited, but growing rapidly!

Though somewhat unusual, Fantasy Hybrids come with all of the advantages of our regular Hybrids. Fulfill all the desires you had of living in a fantasy realm, without ever leaving your home!

Warning; these Hybrids are slightly less human in appearance, so be aware of that when selecting.

You scroll on, and are startled by the notice at the bottom.

Your interest in this product is noted, and a representative will be in contact with you as soon as possible. Thank you for your interest in CompanionCorp Hybrids!

You look at Emi, and sigh. “I guess we’ll be hearing from them soon. Maybe that’s good, we can find out more about you without telling them you’re here.”

She looks surprised at that. “You’re…hiding me from them? Keeping me here?”

You nod. “If you want to stay here, you can. If I let them take you, who knows what will happen. You deserve a chance to…well, to exist. So yes, you can stay.”

She smiles, and once again it warms you to see. Then her face clouds over slightly. “Umm…what did that thing mean about infertility? And reproductive organs?”

You blush slightly. “I’d say that they’re implying that humans can…have sex with the Hybrids. And that they won’t get pregnant. Basically saying that it’s something you can do.”

Emi seems to think for a moment, then nods. “I see. Thank you for explaining. That makes sense.”

Used her grip the hem of the shirt she’s wearing. Obviously this is an uncomfortable thought for her, so you change the subject to ease her tension.

“So, I suppose I should show you what there is to do for fun here.”

She looks at you curiously again. “Fun?”

You realize that there wasn’t a lot of room for that sort of thing in her life up to this point. You smile at her, intent on making things better for her from now on.