[M4F] Bringing Civilization to bunny/cat girls.

A missionary's work is never done, though I am unsure of how much I have actually accomplished. I have been in this strange land for six weeks, in that time I have barely established myself and not saved a single soul.

Perched on the roof I carefully affix the cross to the roof and look out across the village. A dozen huts scattered about, a single well around which the locals gather to gossip and trade, and precious little else. Well, there is that one paved plaza. Every single local man challenged me to ritual competition there. Some fought. Some demanded a bake off. Other sought contests of riddles or poetry or song. I bested them all through the glory of God and my conviction to spread True Civilization to these backwards people. One by one they left their families and their town.

That was a shame, I could have used the help establishing my church and my household. At least the women seem interested now, originally they had been distant, almost angry at my presence. After the first fight with a big bully of a local his wife, or I think it was his wife these people had an odd way of things, came to plead for me to spare her children.

I was confused. Why would I have wanted to harm her son and daughters? It took a long time of calm speech and gentle patting on her head to calm her and make her understand that I was here to spread the word and not kill helpless children.

Things went better after that. Many of the girls smile at me in the streets, bring me food, and attend service when I ask. That's improvement, but they still don't attend when I don't. Still, I am sure that the hand of God will touch them through me.

I am looking to play a human man who doesn't realize what he has gotten himself into. He is coming at this all wrong, with an attitude that is all wrong even if he thinks that he is arriving with the best of intentions.

Be they sleek, sexy cat girls who will bring offerings of dead prey and passive aggressively make themselves available, occasionally knocking my stuff off tables and waking me at 3 AM, or buxom, friendly bunny girls who are masters at engineering compromising situations for me to find and take advantage of I am now the only man available for the upcoming breeding season.

Let's see if God will preserve me and remake the village in his own "benevolent" image, or my conviction fails before the unspeakable lust of these "barbarians".