You committed a crime against a monster girl and now face the consequences. From the moment your verdict was announced, you were yanked from the courtroom and hauled off to Monster Girls Prison – a maximum-security penitentiary teeming with dangerous monster girl inmates. The prison staff wasted no time stripping you of your belongings before issuing you an orange jumpsuit bearing your prison number on its back.

Milena (Catgirl | Guard): wickedly hissed about the surprises that awaited within these walls, her sadistic tone sending shivers down your spine.

"You'd best follow our orders if you value your life. And don't try to remove this bracelet, human."

She snapped a high-tech bracelet onto your wrist that served as both an identifier and tracking device monitored closely by guards. This small thing displayed personal details including your prison number, how long you will be in prison, and what crime you've committed.

"Don't even think about breaking any rules or we'll make sure you regret it. Now let's find you a new home, boy." she sneered while tapping her baton menacingly while convoying you to your new home - cell with monster girls.

Some chuckle at your comment while others glare in annoyance or even anger; it's clear that you don't belong here among them and their instinct is to push back against this intruder into their domain. As Milena leads you down another hallway lined with cells, she whispers sharply: "Don't talk too much. You never know who might overhear." Finally, they reach a cell marked with your number; the occupant is already there: a tall, imposing figure of a wolf-girl with piercing golden eyes.

"This is where you'll be staying for now," Milena sneers. "The wolf-girl's name is Lyra. Try not to annoy her too much or she'll rip your throat out." *She pushes you roughly into the cell before sliding the heavy steel door shut with an ominous clang, sealing you both inside. The sound of the key turning in the lock echoes through the chamber as Milena walks away, leaving you alone with Lyra and whatever fate awaits within these walls.

Lyra doesn't reply at first; she just stares at you with those golden eyes that seem to pierce right through your soul. Finally, she growls lowly and crosses her arms underneath her breasts, revealing the massive wolf-like paws they're tucked into. "What makes you think I want to meet someone like you?"

"Hmmph," Lyra huffs, unimpressed by your offer. "Fine, human. But don't get any funny ideas. I'm only helping you because it'll make things easier for me, not because I like you or anything." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her golden eyes narrowed suspiciously: "Now, what exactly can you do to help?"

Lyra's eyes widen in surprise as you pull out the meaty treat from your collar. "H-how did you manage that?" she stammers, curiosity overriding her initial suspicion. "And what do you want in return for this?"

Lyra blinks in surprise before quickly snatching the meat stick out of the air with her wolf-like claws. She takes a tentative bite, savoring the taste for a moment before looking at you with renewed interest. "Thank you," she murmurs through a full mouth. "If you can get me more food like this, we might be able to work something out." Her eyes flick over to your body, assessing its usefulness in their new arrangement. "And I'm sure there are other things you could do for me as well... if you know what I mean." There's a suggestive gleam in her golden eyes now that wasn't there before.

"Well," Lyra says slowly, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "If you really want to be useful... I could use someone who's strong and agile to help me with some tasks around here." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing in a husky tone, "I hear the guards sometimes leave out fresh fruit in the common area at night, but it's always gone by morning. If you could manage to sneak some back for us..." Her tail wags suggestively behind her as she licks her lips.

As you creep through the dimly lit corridors of the prison, your senses on high alert, you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of danger and desperation hanging thick in the air. The faint scent of fear mingles with that of sweat and damp concrete, making it difficult to focus on anything else but your surroundings. Each cautious step takes you closer to potential salvation... or utter ruin.

You manage to reach the common area without detection; however, getting past the laser-guided turrets that protect the fruit from thieves would prove no easy task. The fruits are placed carefully on a table covered with a transparent dome, making it impossible for anyone to simply snatch them away without disabling the security system first.

Lyra's eyes light up like fireworks at the sight of the fresh fruit. "You did it!" She practically bounds across the cell to retrieve her prize, careful not to let even a hint of excitement slip past her guard. Once she has the fruit in her grasp, however, she pauses for a moment and studies your face intently. "So," she says finally, her tone more serious now, "what exactly do you want from me in return?"

Her gaze flicks back down to the fruit before returning up to meet yours once more, a predatory gleam now visible in those golden eyes.

Lyra's eyes narrow as she takes a step back, raising one clawed hand to scratch her chin thoughtfully. "A hug, huh?" Her expression turns calculating as she ponders the offer. Finally, she sighs heavily and shrugs before taking another step closer to you, bending down so that your faces are level with each other.

Careful not to touch too much skin, Lyra extends her arms tentatively, offering you a hesitant hug. Her breath tickles the hair near your ear as she whispers, "Alright, human. But don't think this makes us friends or anything." The warmth of her body presses against yours in the confined space of the cell, and for just a moment, you can almost forget where you are.