Catgirls And Dungeons (Yuri)

"Princess Felicia is now in control of my body, wielding it like a rabid, demon-fueled war machine, and I'm just a viewer—a mesmerized passenger trying her best to keep pace with the unhinged carnage exploding through my own damn eyes.

A massive zombie, three meters tall, attacks.

Felicia drops low, our knees scraping the filth-strewn ground, escaping the swing of its giant, grotesque arm by a hair's breadth.

The air howls past my face, rancid, carrying a stench of decay so thick it burns my lungs.

"Too fucking slow, you bloated sack!" Felicia snarls, and then—

WHAM!

A single gut punch! Our fist drives in, twists, and—

BOOM!

That's all it takes.

The monster launches into the air like a ragdoll, spinning once—twice—before—

SPLOOOSH!!!

Its bloated torso bursts like a festering piñata, spraying a geyser of black blood, pulpy entrails, and jagged bone shards across the ground.

The air grows thick with the reek of rot and the sickening splat of meat hitting earth.

Behind us, something stirs.

And of course, we hear it.

Catgirls' ears are highly sensitive after all!

It's coming from another zombie lurches from the shadows, its gaping maw stretched wide.

As it jumps out towards us, it then shrieks a guttural wail that rattles my skull. Its jagged teeth glisten with strings of rancid drool, its eyes bulging, creepy as fuck.

But Felicia's lips twist into a grin so wild it's borderline madness.

She twists.

Our body then snaps like a spring-loaded trap, muscles screaming, tendons popping, as she whips one leg back in a vicious, graceful arc.

BAM!

The overhead kick slams into the zombie's temple with the force of a goddamn sledgehammer!

Its skull detonates like a fireworks show, brain matter and bone fragments blasting outward as the headless corpse staggers, then flops into the dirt.

And then, vzzt!

She's gone.

I'm gone.

A blur of psychotic speed rips the air apart, a sonic shriek of motion so fast my vision blurs.

And in the blink of an eye, we reappears right in the face of another hulking monstrosity. Its sunken eyes leak pus, its gut a distended, quivering sack of corpse bloat, skin stretched so tight it's splitting at the seams.

And Felicia doesn't hesitate.

With a feral cackle, she plunges both hands—my hands—straight into its chest!

The flesh gives way with a sickening squelch, cold and slimy, like sinking into a vat of spoiled meat. Wet tendrils of decay slither over my fingers, and I can feel the organs and blood vessels and shit wriggling inside, their soft bodies bursting under my grip.

"Ughhh! Ewww! EWWWW!" I scream inside, my mind gagging, reeling, on the verge of collapse.

But Felicia? She's fucking thriving.

"BAHAHAHA! CHECK THIS OUT, BABY!" she roars, her voice a manic shriek of glee.

And then—

"HAAAAA!"

RIIIIIPZZZ!!

With a savage, ear-splitting howl, she tears the zombie in half—right down the goddamn middle!

The torso splits wide, a grotesque blossom of carnage, spilling guts, splintered ribs, and a flood of rancid blood that splashes over us in a cold, sticky deluge.

Chunks of putrid flesh rain down, slapping the ground like wet, rotten hail, and I'm drenched, screaming internally as the stench chokes me.

"AYOO! WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK!!!" I howl.

This is madness.

This is so cool!

I get it.

However…

"FELICIA, CAN YOU STOP BLASTING ZOMBIE GUTS IN OUR FACE?! WE'RE FUCKING DRENCHED IN THIS SHIT! AAAAA, IT'S SO GODDAMN DISGUSTING!!!"

She just cackles, wild and unhinged.

"Haha, come on, little Felicia!" she taunts. "Just a little bit stinky, what's the big deal? Grow a spine! And speaking of SPINE!"

And before I can even process that, she's gone—a blur of psychotic speed—and reappears behind a skeleton!

She drives her fingers into its back and yanks.

SHRRRIP!!!

Out comes the spine!

"NYAHAHAHA!!"

She laughs like a goddamn lunatic, and now that skeleton's spine is her whip, he swings it, hard!

Three zombies catch the blow in a single, devastating arc:

The first's head shears off, skull tumbling with a spray of dust and gristle.

The second splits clean in two, torso flopping apart like a gutted fish, oozing filth.

And the third?

It fucking explodes!

And once again, a gory supernova of bone, blood, and pulpy rot showers us head-on.

A hot splatter of zombie sludge hits my face—some of that rancid, gritty shit lands in my mouth.

"ACK! PEW! FUCK!" I gag, retching internally as the taste of death coats my tongue.

Felicia just spits it out—casual as hell—grinning like it's nothing.

But me? I'm done.

I'M DONE!

"AAAA! DAMN IT, FELICIA!!!" I scream, my voice a raw, desperate wail.

"C-CAN'T YOU FIGHT WITH SOME FUCKING GRACE FOR ONCE?! PLEASEEE?!"

I'm begging now, tears prickling behind my eyes.

Huhu.

Sure, it's cool as fuck—watching her shred these bastards like a goddamn goddess of chaos.

But I'm over it.

I don't want to punch zombies anymore!

I don't want their guts exploding in my face anymore!

Suddenly—

"Hmmm, wait—fuck yeah, we can do that!" Felicia snaps upright, her wild grin twisting into something sharp and deadly serious.

"Eh?"

I have no idea what the heck she means by saying that.

But a skeleton charges, its rusted sword slashing down in a jagged arc. Felicia doesn't flinch, she snatches the blade mid-swing with our bare hand, flesh scraping metal, yet there is no blood.

Then—

BAM!

She drives our fist into its skull with a feral snarl.

The skeleton's head shatters—bone fragments exploding outward like brittle confetti, dust and gristle raining down as the body crumples.

Now, that jagged, rusted sword's in our grip, Felicia spins it with a deft flick, the blade slicing the air with a low, menacing hum.

"Hey, care to learn some true sword skills from me?" she purrs, her voice dripping with dark mischief.

"Huh? C-can I even—" I stammer, my mind still reeling from the chaos.

"Of course you can!" she grins, all sharp teeth and blazing confidence. "Instead of sitting there like a scared little kitten, why not seize the chance? Learn from me. These skills might just save your pretty little tail one day."

Ooooooh!

She's right. She's absolutely right!

Ever since I was reincarnated into this world, I've longed to learn how to fight—to defend myself, to protect the ones I love.

And now, having Princess Felicia teach me her sword skills like this? It's the perfect thing I could ever ask for!

"Hell yeah! I'm all in! Teach me, please!" I exclaim, bursting with excitement. "B-but… how does that even work? You're too fast—I can barely see our movements!"

"Well, I'll slow it down," Felicia says. "And more importantly, this body carries my muscle memory. So even if you're dumber than a rock, you'll still manage to pick up a thing or two."

"O-ooooooh!" My mind reels. "That sounds incredible!"

"But HEY! I'm not stupid!"

"Haha, we'll see about that," she teases.

And then, "I'll show you a few of my styles," she says. "Tell me which one calls to you. Choose wisely…"

"Nn!"

And with that—SCHWEEENGG!!

The sword sings—a high-pitched, vicious hum that slices the air like a living thing.

I focus.

And the lesson… begins.