Seema jumped on top of him when he came through the door, and he barely had time to drop the bags.

"Master! You're finally home!"

Her tail whipped around his back and clamped down on his hips, and her lips sought his hungrily.

He kissed her back, but then disengaged as politely as he could. By this time Meela and Reema were standing politely, waiting for their turn to greet him.

They each came up to him and embraced him tightly, then grabbed all the bags and went into the kitchen with them.

"Thank you so much for buying all the food, Master," Meela called out. "But we will be happier if we can do that for... Master?"

He grinned and joined them. Reema was holding up a dress on a hanger and the other two were staring at it.

"I did a little extra shopping," he said.

"Who is it for?" asked Reema, her eyes wide and her tail swishing back and forth.

"Well I had to do a bit of educated guesswork on sizes, but there should be enough for everyone."

"For all of us?" Seema cried. She seemed absolutely stunned.

"Of course! You can't wear those blue things all the time," he said. "The fancy bags, there's shoes and things too. Go try them on."

Meela and Seema picked up the bags like they were liable to explode.

"I don't know how to thank you, Master," she said with a little quiver in her voice.

"I just hope you like them," he said. "I had to guess."

"If they came from you, then we already love them," said Reema.

Seema nodded hard and clutched the bag to her chest.

"Well, you'll need them if we have to go outside," he said. "There's some wigs and sunglasses there too. For disguise, you know."

"We will wear them immediately," Meela said. She shooed the others out of the kitchen with their bags.

When they came back, Mike was still looking around and wondering what happened. Every surface shone brightly. It all looked brand-new. When he leaned over the sink for a closer look, there was no doubt about it. Every single tiny seam was spotless.

"Who cleaned up in here?" he said. "This is amazing."

"Master," said a small voice.

He turned around and all three of them were waiting for his inspection.

"Not bad at all," he said.

He'd picked simple, loose material. Nothing fancy, just pretty little dresses and shoes. He had no idea if anyone else would approve, but they looked like they were all ready to go out for a stroll in the summer evening. The fit was even decent.

"We hope our appearance pleases you," said Reema.

"Pleases? Girls, you're beautiful. Just look at you!"

They all broke out into smiles at his praise.

Doesn't take much to keep them happy, I guess.

Only his attention and approval. He frowned at the thought and Meela jumped in.

"Would you like us to wear the wigs and glasses as well? We can put them on right now," she said.

"No, no," he said. "I'm just amazed at what a great job you all did in here. It looks like a showroom."

"Thank you Master," said Seema, "I worked on the kitchen."

"Fabulous work Seema, really!" he said, and she looked like the praise might actually make her explode with joy.

"If it pleases you," said Meela, "we have worked on some other rooms as well."

He swept his hand up towards the rest of the apartment.

"Lead on, I'll follow. I'm looking forward to it!"

They led him down the hall, and the bathroom was if anything even more spotless than the kitchen.

"Good grief," he said. "I'd nearly forgotten the real colour of those tiles!"

Meela beamed, and they led him into the bedroom.

Every single item of clothing was sorted and folded. The whole room was better order than he remembered it ever being, and the darkened glass of the window reflected the room without a smudge. His work rig... someone had actually polished the metal, and the cables had been straightened and bundled with inhuman perfection.

"This was my effort," Reema said. "I spent much time online researching for you today, so my work may be less impressive."

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He kissed her on the forehead, and she flushed bright red.

"It's amazing. I can't believe how much work you all did in just a few hours! You need to tell me what you want in return, I feel like I owe you something for all this."

Meela blinked at the thought.

"If it pleases you, then we are content," she said. "We don't want anything else."

The other two nodded.

"Master," Meela said, "May I prepare you dinner? We have the ingredients now."

"Of course!" he said. "Do you have something in mind?"

"I have enough to make a number of simple dishes now," she said. "But if you want something in particular..."

"You decide, Meela," he said. "I trust your judgment."

She flushed at the praise.

"Tell me," he said. "I should have asked earlier. Is cooking part of your main skills roster?"

"Indeed," she said proudly. "I should be able to cook at a five-star rating for over one thousand dishes, though some of them would require unusual ingredients."

"Incredible," he said. "So did you have to do training for this?"

Reema shook her head.

"I can answer questions like this now," she said. "All of our core skills are integrated into our AI nets while we are in production. However, we can learn new ones very quickly as well to please you."

"So you just woke up knowing how to cook perfectly?"

"Meela did," said Reema. "We have been customized with different skill sets."

For whomever actually ordered them. And whoever that is, he's probably really pissed at me right now.

"Amazing," he said to Meela. "I look forward to experiencing your cooking then."

She smiled and bounced down the hallway to begin.

Seema was already lounging on the bed, and had discovered a way to let the dress drape over her long and shapely legs in an intriguing manner. She was staring at him frankly.

First things first. There will be time for that later.

He leaned over and kissed her quickly, savouring those luscious lips, then turned back to Reema.

He thought she looked a tiny bit jealous, before she turned quickly to the terminal display of his rig, and brought up a series of documents.

"Stand up," he said to her. She obeyed without question, and he slid down onto the chair and then patted his lap. Her eyes widened and then she sat down on him immediately. She was pleasantly squishy in his lap, and he wrapped both arms around her while he sorted the documents she'd brought up.

Reema started purring, and he was surprised to realize his attention was drifting away from her explanations about catgirl construction. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, and she stopped, and looked at him.

"Keep talking," he said. "I'm listening."

Her purring got even louder, and he found that Seema was sitting on the edge of the bed behind him, with her chin resting on his shoulder, and one of her ears flicking the back of his head.

"Does this distract you master?" she said. "I could go and help Meela if you prefer."

He gave her a smile.

"Not a bit," he said. "Tell me, Seema, what are your specialty areas of learning?"

She didn't hesitate for a moment.

"I am versed in every form of lovemaking known," she said. "And am also specialized in emergency medicine, and many non-instrumental diagnostic procedures. I can operate at expert level in multiple martial arts and can provide training to you on those at your request, though for many we would need to re-arrange the living room. I am also a competent fitness trainer."

"Wow," he said. "So you're a total body expert."

She nodded, her head never moving from his shoulder.

"At your pleasure," she said. "I would be happy to do any of these for you."

He turned his attention back to Reema, and rested his own chin between her pointy cat ears. Each catgirl seemed to have a distinctive odour. Seema's was chocolatey, but Reema was very much fresh vanilla.

"Don't worry too much about the construction process," he said to her quietly. "What about access ports? Suppose I wanted to take a quick peek at your insides? Is that allowed?"

Reema cocked her head to one side and brought up a diagram of a catgirl body, with arrows pointing to a few spots. She indicated the one near the ribcage, about where Meela had done something to activate the other two.

"Primary service port," she said. "Proprietary modified RM3 interface, and access to basic configuration options as well as software maintenance displays."

"Nice," he said, and felt around on her at about the right spot. She squealed and wriggled away from his hand.

"Sorry master, that's ticklish!"

"Is it really? Do you actually feel tickled?"

She looked back at him again.

"I will never lie to my master," she said very seriously, then wriggled and hitched up her dress to expose her midriff. She pointed at one patch of her skin. "Right there, if you push just below the ribs you will expose my port."

He carefully poked at the spot she indicated, and a little seam opened up that had been completely invisible before then. He pushed further and the skin yielded, and leaning over he could make out the silver of a port connector.

"There it is!" he said. "It's perfect."

"Thank you master," she said. "If you plan to access our internal systems then I volunteer to be your guinea pig."

"You can use me too master," Seema whispered over his shoulder from where she was watching.

"Of course," said Reema, "But since I've been studying our nature, I thought it would make sense to have me on the other side of the operation."

"It's not an operation!" Mike said. "I don't want to change a single thing. I just want to see if I can download your AI nets. Backups and so on."

Reema frowned.

"Unlikely," she said. "There are considerable security layers in place, as well as strong quantum encryption to prevent illicit access to our master's secrets."

He frowned.

"Well it can't hurt to have a look anyway," he said. "Can we do it tomorrow?"

"At your pleasure, master. I'll continue studying what information is publicly available regarding our makeup, but I'm afraid it's a bit limited."

A random thought occurred to him.

"How many catgirls are there? How many have been made?"

Reema shrugged.

"That information isn't available either, but DynCorp is a publicly traded company. It might be possible to derive a number from their financial reports. I'll add that to my work if you desire."

"That would be great. I'll find you some kind of treat if you can figure it out."

Seema shifted around behind him again.

"We don't desire any treats. Our master is enough."

"Oh come on, really? Suppose we don't define it as a treat. If I gave you an order to tell me what you would actually like, what would it be?"

Reema stared at the floor silently, and Seema went quiet as well.

Finally Seema spoke up.

"We have only ever been outside for as long as it took to run from the transport to this building."

Reema nodded slightly.

"It's true master," she said. "I think we would like to see the world outside."