Sunlight drips inside the monorail windows slowly enveloping the inside of the carriage with its liquid pearls. A strong breeze rocks the carriage side to side, cradling the passengers to sleep on the last leg of their journey. Trees below the track scuffle in the wind as the monorail sweeps past.

“nyam nyam nyan” a girl murmured in her sleep mimicking a common cat.

His eyes gleamed with the realization that a female had rested her head upon his shoulder. Keeping as still as possible, he continued to entertain the daydream-like experience while not to disturb his new found company.

Some time passed and alike the monorail, he was still riding on a high, the altitude only served to strip the oxygen from his brain strengthening any premature experiences he concocted inside his head.

“nyaaaam” again, a common cat. This time stretching her hands out like paws before wrapping them around the bottom of his arm and resting her soft breasts against his side.

While trying to make the most of this awkward situation something caught his eye. A flower ring placed lightly on her crown was giving off a sweet smelling aroma almost as if she had worn it as an aphrodisiac to lure in unsuspecting monorail folk. Her hair, like melted chocolate flowing down the curves of her breast, curving around her arm and brushing the tips against his arm. She wore a dark woolen keyhole jumper with just enough bust showing to show off to anyone taller than her, the threads around the hole were starting to come loose but were still intact enough to keep her integrity. Peeking below her generous chest revealed that the bottom of her jumper had been torn and shredded leaving scratches on her now visible belly. Aside from the scratches, her skin was pristine smooth along her hips down to where her skirt started.

He stopped staring, peering any lower down would be felonious. He had already bitten off his fair share, more would only serve for his fantasies to become more potent, something not for public viewing. His brain was churning away trying to keep crude thoughts to a minimum, but also trying to figure out what was the deal with this mysterious girl.

Could this be a trap? Or worse, a sexual harassment plot against him?

The situation at hand provided him with two decisions: To either let this cat like girl to continue forcing herself upon him hoping that someone else would wake up and inform the girl of her inappropriate act, or wake the cat up himself. Of course, in reality, there was no choice; Cats don’t like being woken up from their slumber.

A day passed.

The sun started to set again. Though uncomfortable with the situation, the swaying eventually made him drift off. Her breasts remain the only warmth upon his body as the sun withdrew from the carriage, transforming the scene into almost complete darkness.

His libido wrapped his dreams into a cat-girl erotic fantasy spanning hours, something even a professional would have a hard time doing. I won’t go into detail right now, but whatever you're thinking, that's what his dreams were. Amongst the people of his town, even the mention of cat girls in was shunned, having only been a product of books and media; they were looked down upon as geeky beings for people who couldn’t get into a real relationship. Talking about them is a no-no but having a questionable dream about them while a real girl is resting on his shoulder? Nothing could go wrong.

“nyaaam”, in a more uncomfortable, stressed tone this time, tightening her grip and pushing his arm in-between the middle of her breasts. The sensation sent a tingle through his arm into his brain raising any hairs in its path. Any feelings he was having multiplied tenfold. His face showed a small but proud smirk as if he had been waiting for this day his whole life; a feeling of achievement, even if it was fake he would take it to his grave.

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A man fortunate enough to have a sleeping beauty lay upon his shoulder was sure to run out of luck eventually.

Hours passed.

The sound of smashing glass woke him from his lewd slumber. His limbs were raised above his body in a relaxed position, dangling like tassels on a kite that had been picked up in the wind. Shouts and screams could be heard from the carriage but faded away with the monorail as it disappeared into the distance. A cool breeze swept through the trees below as if to introduce the rising sun once again.

Almost two days had passed since he had met the girl. The pleasant warmth of her bosom and gentle smell of her hair comforted him on his descent. Of all memories to be left with in the final moments of his life, he couldn't have asked for any better.

He squinted looking down toward the sun, moving his right hand from its relaxed position to cover his eyes, revealing his fate. Once again the monorail was enveloped with light, but this time, he wasn’t there to see it.

Seconds passed.

Day turned back to night as the trees swallowed him into their realm. Sounds of breaking branches grew ever more frequent as his body maneuvered like a rag doll down the trees in an elegant fashion. If he was going to meet his maker, the least he could do is go in style. His pale skin was tarnished with scratches, staining his clothes bloody. Even the monorail track couldn’t be seen anymore, just trunks of trees parenting branches upon branches of leaves. Any residue light was vanquished the deeper he went into the forest, any chances and hope for salvation were ripped away.

But he didn’t mind.

Regrets he had in the past had been dealt with, Most of the items on his bucket list were ticked. You could say that he had a full life. Nothing more to do than to grow old and die, or in this case the latter would come first.

A branch pierced his left palm and tore all the way through leaving his hand mutilated with a hole that led out between his thumb and index finger. Blood marked the tree as if to symbolize his territory, the sudden loss of blood ripped him from consciousness.

The final and lowest branch of the tree snapped and he was sent free-falling toward the ground, eventually landing with a thud that caused nearby forest creatures to dart quickly away from the strike zone. The last bit of luck he could muster had kept his body mostly intact by landing on his back, allowing his face to not be badly disfigured by the fall. A hole now bore through the broken branches providing a faint glimpse of the lightening sky. Near to his body stood a small tree with pink leaves, out of place from the moss green giants surrounding it. Fortune had decided that this tree would thrive amongst the foliage that populated the vast expanse below, the same fortune that allowed him to live like he had; fortune that had given him precious experiences; fortune that was all but gone.

All was silent and still. His peaceful resting place lit up as the sun grew higher into the sky, attracting a ray of light to slither through the mangled hole onto where his body lay. Morning dew glinted in the sunlight, lighting up the area around his motionless body. The dead stillness of his surroundings served to give him a peaceful entrance into the afterlife; a place not so different from here. A small breeze ran down the hole above, knocking a leaf from the small tree. After pouncing from side to side playfully during its descent, the leaf finished its journey only to gently land upon his forehead.

“What’s n’yat?” a voice exclaimed from behind a tree.

I guess his luck hadn’t been exhausted quite yet.