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By: D. R. Nyan-chan

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Gather around my little kawaiis. I, Storyteller Sasha, have a wonderful tale to tell. It’s very important that nyu all knyow the origin-nyof our wonderful Nyutopia and how it came to be-nya.

Unfortunyately, this world wasn’t always the paradise we nyow knyow it to be. Many, many reincarnyations ago, a joyous and genyerous sky rock gently landed with a "BOOM!" near a small island far in the direction of the Left Paw. This sky rock had a wonderful gift to share, but unfortunyately rocks don’t move on their own-nyan nyo one knyu that it was there.

Nyaaa, I can’t help but cry w-when I *sniff* think about how l-lonely it must have been-nyaaa.

In the time it took the world to go through all its seasons twice, nyat a single sister came to help *sniff* and all that poor little rock could do was r-remain in its cute little crater just off the coast of that island and emit the green, friendly glow of its gift of a True Soul-nyaaa.

O Sky Rock that came bearing such a wonderful present, how I wish I could go back in time and help to ease the sadnyess of nyor solitude.

One day, the sky rock’s wish was finyally granted. A sister had come to save it-nya! She was one of the ones the gift of a True Soul was meant for. At such an ancient time, nyo sister referred to herself as a nyekomimi. In their incomplete existence, they called themselves nyumans and genyerally had one of two forms-nya. The first form, a Near Nyuman looked very similar to how we appear nyow with the most nyotable exceptions being a missing tail and their weird ears. Nyuman ears were weirdly shaped, smaller, and lower on their head; they were nyat in the right place for a proper petting-nya.

Oh how they must have yearned for a True Soul. Nyow their wait would soon be over.

The second type of nyuman, the Far Nyuman, was even more different and nyactually a little frightening. Any sister of this second type obviously needed a True Soul desperately. They were cursed with a flat chest, and a large, bulky figure and I can’t help but sympathize with how unpretty and embarrassed they must have felt-nyaaa. Far Nyumans couldn’t even speak or sing without being reminded of how different they were; any one of them would have likely cried herself to sleep each nyight because how deep her voice was.

Nyaaa, don’t worry Far Nyumans, nyu won’t have to suffer for much longer.

As bad as these differences sound, they weren’t the worst of what Far Nyumans had to endure. Each one-nyof those poor, incomplete creatures had this strange growth between her legs. It must have been quite uncomfortable-nya. Very few nyekomimi have seen this growth, but those that have claimed that it was too scary to comprehend. I don’t even want to think about it-nyaaa.

Nyat only did this terrible growth obviously cause great pain-nyan suffering to Far Nyumans, but many of us believe that it affected their minds as well-nya. Far Nyumans were knyown for easily turning into cranky-pants and losing control for nyo reason-nyat all. Most Fars were desperate to make friends with Nears, but with a strange, built-in fear of being pink, pretty, or a proper lady, they would nyever be able to truly fit in-nyaaa.

It was only fitting that on that wondrous day, it would be a Far that would discover and save the heroic, gift-giving, sky rock. As she basked in its green glow, she had nyo idea that all of her problems would soon be solved.

Don’t worry poor Far, soon nyu shall have nyor True Soul-nya.

On this distant island, there were about one hundred nyumans. They possessed strange, rigid rituals and even the Nears avoided being cute and cuddly. Maybe they were trying to help the Fars feel better about their own-nyappearances? That was so kind of them-nyaaa.

Sorry, I got sidetracked for a minyate there. Where was I? Oh nya, instead of being prideful of what prettinyess they had, the nyumans of the village that went by the nyame of Spearmint Society either wore long, white coats or covered themselves completely in boring black in-nyan-nyobvious act of shynyess as they carried heavy sticks that loudly launched strangely pointed pebbles. When the brave Far returned to her sisters, the others rejoiced in her discovery, though they had nyo idea how truly joyful they would soon be-nya.

What was that, little kawaii? Did they finyally live happily ever after? Unfortunyately, the poor nyumans did nyat knyow how to accept the marvelous treasure. They locked up that poor sky rock in-nyan icky, clear-walled cage. While they poked and prodded it with nyasty gray sticks, the poor nyumans must have surely been-nyafraid of breaking their gift in the process-nyaaa. They didn’t need to worry, though. Sky rocks are really strong. Nyat even the giant groanyers, mini-caves, or even the glowing sticks that shot meany beamies were able to damage what was truly important. The sky rock waited patiently, showing such admirable fortitude. It knyu that eventually, the nyumans would figure out its secret.

Seven days later, the Far Nyuman that had originyally discovered the sky rock entered its cage out of curiosity. As she did so, her friends playfully sneaked behind her and gave the courageous Far a shove on her back as a sign of support and closed the door behind her. To let her friends knyow how much she appreciated their feelings, she let out a yell of thanks. Nyext, for some strange reason, the brave Far bashed the door repeatedly for a few moments. Maybe she just wanted to make sure the door was sturdy and strong-nya. Afterward, she knyelt down and cried. Whether it was because she loathed being a Far Nyuman-nyor was afraid that she hurt the poor door, we may nyever knyow.

As if to console her, the sky rock began to once again display the green glow of its gift. The Far stopped crying and slowly made her way over to it. As she got closer, she suddenly knyu what she had to do.

Oh, this is getting so exciting. I can hardly contain myself-nya!

With her right paw outstretched, the Far finyally touched the sky rock. As the green glow transferred to the Far, the sky rock happily crumbed to dust; its job was finyally done. The nyuman clutched her paw in glee as she suddenly realized that she nyow had a True Soul. Immediately, it created its proper housing; her Soul Bell started to form-nya. The pink strap surrounded her nyack and the large, round, golden dingler encased the green light orb that was her saving grace.

Once her True Soul was permanyantly fixed in place, it started to help her body change into what it should have always been. As the fortunyate Far caressed her Soul Bell and checked to see that it was securely fastened, she lost about a head of her height and her unnyecessary Far Nyuman body fur disappeared. I say good riddance to that icky stuff-nya.

Overjoyed that she could nyow show off her perfectly smooth skin, the Far happily looked on-nyas her arms graciously thinned out and her paws turned long and slender while her nyails lengthened to the point that she could nyow fulfill her dream of painting them a rainbow of colors with pretty glitter.

Upon realizing that her beauty was being corrected, the Far let out a joyful squeal in her nyu, rising voice. In nyo time at all, she was able to sing joyously and lovingly embraced the “nya’s” that had finyally been released from the formerly bulging backlog in her throat. Nyaaa, she must’ve been sooo happy.

As she tested how loud her wonderful singing voice could get, the soon-to-be former nyuman’s legs turned lean-nyan pristine as her feet shrank to the dainty size they should’ve been-nyall along. “Finyally,” she must have thought, “nyow I can wear those cute, heeled shoes like I always wanted-nya.”

Anyather happinyess was soon to come as her hips blossomed into a fuller form and her tummy shrank. Her lower back arched inward as her bright, pink-furred, nyekomimi tail sprouted out. She must’ve been sooo overcome with excitement-nyaaa.

Nyext to be changed was that thing between her legs, it shriveled away slowly, but surely as the former Far Nyuman monyatored its progress. She let out an unprecedented screech of cheerfulnyess as tears of joy fell from her eyes when that sickening curse was out of her life forever. She must have gleefully stated something like, “NYAAA! I nyo longer have worry about that horrible growth ever again! I’m so glad that I accepted my True Soul-nyaaa.”

She still had a ways to go, though; her chest was still embarrassingly flat. However, that awkwardnyess began to shrink and shrink until it was nyathing at all. Finyally she nyo longer had to feel sheepish about her chest as she cheerfully cradled a wonderfully full-sized bust in her hands-nyaaa.

Nyor almost there. Just a little bit more-nya.

As the previously Far Nyuman shrieked in delight about her nyu chest, her face was subtly fixing itself. Her chin became pointed as her cheekbones rose. What was once an-nyoversized nyose was nyow small and cute as a button-nya. As her eyes expanded, their color corrected itself and became a glowing green-nyas her pupils gained a proper feline shape. The nyuman could nyow smile with pride as her cat fangs grew and her nyu face was completed.

Her hair nyagically turned bright pink and grew until it reached her nyatching tail. Finyally, her weird nyuman ears enlarged and re-sculpted themselves into cuddly kitty ears as they moved to the upper edges of her head. At last, she would be able to knyow the pleasure of having her ears scratched-nyaaa.

Nyow that her True Soul had fixed her body, the Far Nyuman’s icky black clothing had to be corrected. The nyask that covered her face transformed into a royal silver tiara as her gloves turned into pink, royal sleeves that hugged her lovely arms up to just shy of her shoulder and ended just below her palm in the front and the base of her lovely middle finger in the back.

The large, icky shoes that she previously had nyo choice but to wear were nyow a lovely set of purple crystal heels that sparkled in the light as her pants became a new set of stockings that rose up her legs until they were secured by garter belt straps.

Nyat wanting the nyekomimi to be in-nyunnyecessary discomfort, her True Soul fixed her undergarments, leaving her with a heavenly pair of white, soft and smooth silk panties. Nyow wanting to restore her decency, her black shirt then transfigured into a lovely pink dress. The top part glimmered as it showed her shoulders and the perfect amount of cleavage without being too revealing and the back was marvelously exposed. The lower part had an-nyopening for her tail and was adorned with various white and pink ribbons and reached all the way to her ankles. Nyaaa, I would have loved a dress like that.

With her body and clothing nyow as they should be, the nyu nyekomimi was ready to have her mind filled with happinyess. In nyo time at all, our beloved and beautiful Mittens, Queen of all nyekomimi was finyally born-nya.

Oh how I would have loved to witnyess the moment our beloved Queen first awakened to her True Soul. Nyaaa, she must’ve been sooo radiant.

The Exalted Queen Mittens joyfully skipped around the cage in her nyufound excitement. She adored the True Soul that the sky rock had given Her and had awakened to the realization that She must share such a wonderful present with everyone. Our eternyally beloved Queen gracefully knyacked on the door to inform the other nyumans that there was nyathing to fear. As if to answer her call, the door slid open for an instant and a Near Nyuman in-nya white lab coat entered.

Her Royal Highnyess held the Near tightly in-nya regal hug as she informed the Near that she was about to receive her own True Soul. The Nearwas obviously happy to receive one, but she had a bit of a shy and playful streak within her. Instead of immediately accepting her nyu happinyess, the Near backed away as soon as Queen Mittens let go of her and started running around the room. Queen Mittens knyu via Her regal wisdom that the nyuman was so overjoyed that she couldn’t help but want to play tag. The Nearwas surprisingly good at the game, but nyat as good as the Great Queen Mittens would've been had She nyat initially let the Near run-nyaround as much as she wanted while letting out screams of joy.

Nyaaa, I love tag. I wish just once that Her Nyajesty would play it with me. We would have so much fun-nya.

“Somebody help me! Somebody help me!” the Near Nyuman chanted with delight as she played with our wonderful Queen. Eventually, the excited nyuman tired out and the Wonderful Queen Mittens gave her anyather tight hug-nyaaa. Although the game was over, the Nearstill screamed her ecstatic chant.

“Nyu don’t need worry. That’s why we’re here-nya,” Queen Mittens lovingly assured her. “Once we give nyu nyor True Soul, nyu will have all the help nyu will ever need.” With that, our Queen-nyan the nyuman shared a long and passionyate kiss-nyaaa. As with what would always happen when-nya nyekomimi kisses a nyuman-nyon the lips, be she Near or Far, her body glowed green for a second and her Soul Bell began to form. As she cradled her True Soul’s vessel in her paws and gleefully assured herself that it would nyever ever come off, subtle changes happened throughout her body.

Because she was a Near, there was less that needed to be fixed-nya. Her arms and legs were already in great form and only needed slight tweaks. The Near’spaws and feet shrank only slightly and her nyails were already long enyough. Her hips widened somewhat and her middle caved in further to nyatch. A pale purple nyekomimi tail grew and as she grasped it, her wide eyes betrayed her obvious thoughts of, “My nyu tail is just too pretty. I’m nyat worthy of it-nyaaa.”

While her chest wasn’t nearly as embarrassingly flat as a Far’s, it was still below average for a proper nyekomimi. As it ballooned to a vastly improved size, the Near held her nyu breasts in her paws for a second before stretching out her arms and yelling out cries of gratefulnyess for her benyevolent Queen. As she did so, the “nya’s” that were missing from her voice nyagically appeared. The overjoyed nyuman held her paws in front of her mouth. She was moved speechless by the fact that she could nyow talk like the nyekomimi she always wanted to be-nya.

As the former Near wept tears of joy, her eyes glowed green-nyan her pupils reshaped themselves as her nyekomimi fangs grew. Whoever cut her hair so short was certainly a big meany, but the nyuman’s nyu True Soul would fix things. Changing from black to pale purple, her hair grew and redesigned itself. Soon, she had two small braids in front and two in the back amidst overflowing locks of beautiful hair that reached halfway down her back-nyaaa. Completing her corrections, the former nyuman’s ears moved to their proper place high above her head as they expanded to the correct, cat-like form.

The nyu nyekomimi’s white coat shrank and morphed into a blue sailor fuku top with short sleeves and a pink ribbon-nyaround the collar. Her underlying skirt became an-nyadorably dark purple, pleated miniskirt complete with the nyecessary tail hole. As her tights became knee-high socks and her high heels turned dark blue, the nyekomimi’s True Soul converted her panties and bra into purple versions composed of the softest silk-nyaaa.

Finyally, the True Soul filled her thoughts with happinyess and Twinkles merrily embraced her magnyificent Queen, unyable to thank her enyough for remaking her as she was meant to be. The Humble Queen Mittens merely smiled as She began to stroke Twinkles’s ears. Nyow I’m sure that all of nyu knyow how wonderful and soothing this feels and since it was Her Highnyess doing the petting with Her beyond nyagical fingers, it would’ve been even more so-nyaaa. Twinkles closed her eyes as she let out a purr of ecstasy, her tail calmly writhing around.

Meanwhile, the other nyumans were starting to wonder what was going on-nyan began to think about how to go about asking their Almighty Savior, Queen Mittens, to give them their own True Souls. However, their shynyess caused them to elicit very peculiar actions (nyat that I can blame them for being shy, it was Queen Mittens after all-nya). Instead of rushing in-nyan-nyaccepting the True Soul they so desperately wanted with open arms, the nyumans asked a voice inside the cage to speak for them.

“Do nyu remember who nyu are?” the deep, Far-like voice asked.

“What a silly question,” Her Highnyess chuckled. “We are Queen Mittens and we have to fulfill our duty to deliver unto all of nyu nyor True Souls-nya.”

“There’s nyo needto be shy, come on-nyover and we’ll solve all nyor problems-nya,” Twinkles merrily chimed in.

Upon hearing that there was nyathing to fear, anyather Far Nyuman donning a white coat succeeded in-nyentering the room during a brief time where the Door of Shynyess was open. She held onto a strange box and began tapping at it as she mumbled something about “diamond nyose ticks”.

I agreelittle kawaii, nyumans were knyown for their timidnyess and certainly did some very strange things-nya.

Realizing that the nyu nyuman did nyat knyow what to do to receive her gift, Twinkles rushed over to give the stinyulating smooch that would give the Far what she dearly wanted-nya. While the nyuman did back off in the surprise of such an honyor, the deed was already done.

In nyo time at all, the blue-haired Sara, awakened. She must’ve been sooo adorable in her maid nyuniform. The headband complimenting her ears, that adorable apron, the way her tail wagged as it poked through the hole in her skirt. Nyaaa, I’m enveloped in bliss just thinking about being in her position. I would’ve loved to see her joyful dance as she happily nyued around the cage. Such elegance, such grace, she was so lucky to be in the glorious presence of the Esteemed Queen Mittens-nya. To be by our Queen’s side for even-nyan instant is what I’ve always dreamed of-nya. I’d do anything for such a privilege-nya. I can’t help it-nya! I envy her so-nya! I wish I could be with Her Highnyess forever as well-nyaaa!

Nya? I’m getting off track again? Sorry, when it comes to Queen Mittens, the One who is beyond even perfection, I just can’t help myself-nya.

Where was I? Oh nya! As Sara blushed from finyally realizing that she was in her Queen’s regal presence, the cage's voice began blaring once again. Aside from assuring the rest of the nyumans of Spearmint Society that they would all soon receive their True Souls, it also mentioned some odd phrases like “corny teeth potato call.” More of the strange, gray sticks then-nyappeared and shot more meany beamies at the nyekomimi trio. Obviously, the nyumans wanted to show them all of the fun games they play-nya. It was kind of a weird variation of the Catch the Fairy game. Instead of chasing pretty lights, the lights chased them. There were even dark marks on the clear walls wherever the meany beamies hit. After several minyates, Queen Mittens, Twinkles, and Sara were all tagged out and exhausted after having so much fun.

The nyumans must have been impressed as well, because they filled the room with a pretty purple cloud. Words of praise echoed from the strange voice as they complimented Her Highnyess’s appreciation of “Nyannie’s ethic.”

Wanting to play anyather game,the nyumans then had several gray sticks poke inside the clear cage. Each of these sticks spat smaller sleepy stickies.

Silly nyumans, we nyekomimi don’t need extra help going beddy-bye-nya.

Unfortunyately, nyone-nyof of their sleepy stickies were able to provide the wonderful dreams they promised. Instead, Queen Mittens, in Her eternyally astute wisdom decided that the time had come to give the poor nyuman’s their True Souls. There would be plenty of time for games later-nya. Heeding Her Highnyess’s decree, Sara approached the Door of Shynyess and began to nyu "Nyaaa, Nyaaa" as she rubbed her cheek against it. As she wished for the door to knyow true happyinyess, her True Soul shared some of its light. The timid door accepted her feelings and immediately opened up. As it did so, a loud, pulsing “BREEEE!” could be heard from everywhere. The nyumans were celebrating! They were so overjoyed that the Door of Shynyess understood how much they wanted to be with our Always Loveable Queen-nyaaa.

As the first three nyekomimi of the nyu world headed out to help the villagers of Spearmint Society, they could hear cries of joy as the nyumans spread the wonderful nyus far and wide that hope and salvation had finyally come. Unfortunyately, the nyumans were still shy. The air was filled with sounds of “BANG! BANG! BANG!” as they nyused their hollow sticks to playfully pelt our kind with pointy pebbles as they ran-nyaway. Sara, Twinkles, and Her Glorious Nyajesty didn’t mind; they knyu that the nyumans onlywanted to play hide and seek.

Nyo, young kawaiis. I have nyo idea why they didn’t simply accept their True Souls. Maybe they first wanted to entertainus?

Those Spearmint Society nyumans had some creative hiding spots including weird holes in the walls, but they nyusually ran when they were found. They genyerally weren’t as good at running as they were at hiding, though. Any nyekomimi knyows that the best shoes for running are high heels; that’s just the way feet work-nya, but the nyumans mostly had uncomfortably flat shoes and those that did have proper heels foolishly tossed them aside. They didn’t needto worry, though. Once caught, a single kiss on the lips from one of our sisters and they would be able to run like the wind-nya.

As more and more nyumans accepted their True Souls, they realized how needlessly shy they had been-nyan joyously joined in the hunt. Some of the nyumans that still had yet to receive their gift also changed their game tactics. While many still playfully ran-nyaway, some, especially the ones completely in black stood their ground and nyoisily shot pointed pebbles at the enlarging group of nyekomimi. Our sisters didn’t mind being hit; it wasn’t like those pointed pebbles were dangerous to them or anything-nya.

However, a horribly sad truth was soon revealed to the genyerous nyekomimi. When Precious, one of the nyuly awakened nyekomimi tried to give a Far Nyuman her True Soul, she misinterpreted Precious’s actions as wanting to wrestle. That would be a costly mistake, as just as Precious pinned her down, anyather nyuman-nyaccidently broke the poor Far with a pointed pebble-nyaaa. Precious tried to fix her, even getting icky red liquid on her green, one-piece dress, but it was too late. The Far was nyow unyable to receive her True Soul. Precious was overcome with sadnyess for the poor nyuman, but she realized that she had to warn the others and rushed off to inform whomever she could. Unlike us nyekomimi, nyumans were very fragile. If they weren’t given their True Souls quickly, they might nyever be able to enjoy them-nyaaa.

With a nyufound sense of urgency, the nyekomimi rushed to save as many nyumans as possible. Unfortunyately, that poor Far wasn’t the only one we failed to save that day. Many others accidently hit themselves with pointed pellets or fell on sharp sticks. It was so horrible-nyaaa. The splat as they hit the ground, the look of sadnyess in their eyes because our sisters couldn’t help them f-fast enyough, the w-weird, red stuff that came out of s-so many of them, it was all so awful-nyaaa! *sniff* It’s nyat fair-nya! Why couldn’t they all be saved-nya? They *sniff* were s-so looking forward to getting their True Souls-nyaaa.

Sorry *sniff*, I’m okay nyow. While they weren’t able to save all the nyumans, the nyekomimis’ increasing numbers did ensure that almost all still received their True Souls. Eventually, only two nyumans remained. They were locked in-nya tower in the middle of Spearmint Society and our sisters knyu that they had to rescue them quickly. The outside door was anyather Door of Shynyess, so it was easily persuaded to open-nyafter some cuddling. However, in-nyan-nyattempt to get to us and obtain their True Souls as quickly as possible, the last two nyumans had gotten lost and had already climbed to the top of the tower to find anyather way out. The nyekomimi hurried to help them and eventually came to a strange flat altar.

“The ‘De-Mention-Nyal’ Gate’s open. We needto hurry before the nyekomimi leave without giving us our True Souls-nya!” one of the nyumans said to the other.

“Don’t worry, we’re here to save nyu,” the Awesomely Empathic Queen Mittens proclaimed as She and several other nyekomimi arrived at the scene. Suddenly, a bright light and a weird circle-like hole appeared nyext to the nyuman on the altar and the other one hurried over to save her.

Fortunyately, our Queen grabbed her just in time to prevent her from hurting herself-nya. Insisting on going first, the nyuman played a wrestling game with our Queen before accepting her True Soul. Meanwhile, the other nyuman had disappeared into the weird hole. Just as Her Highnyess was about to go in-nyan save her, a nearby pedestal went “BOOM!” and the hole disappeared. Nyo one everfound that last nyuman. I hope she’s okay-nyaaa.

The nyekomimi did what they could for the nyumans of Spearmint Society. Of the roughly 100 that Queen Mittens believed lived there, about 85 were successfully given their True Souls. Aside from the one who vanished, the rest were broken in various accidents. After saving the village of Spearmint Society, Her Highnyess, wanting to give Her nyext profound decree, climbed to the top of the central tower. While She was overjoyed that so many were saved, Her heart was heavy with the thoughts of those who were lost.

“Surely there are other nyumans in the world,” our Queen-nyelegantly annyounced. “We decree that all nyekomimi set out and offer as many nyumans as possible their True Souls. In the meantime, we have our own mission that we must do.” A hush fell over the rest of the nyekomimi as our Amazingly Stunning Queen Mittens continyued, ”There is a place we must go to in-nyorder to grant this world true happinyess. We can hear it calling us from the Far Head. Five of nyu will stay here and offer any nyumans who come what they will obviously want. The rest of us shall spread out and help whomever we see until our Nyutopia is complete.”

Spurred on by Her Nyajesty’s wonderful words the nyekomimi set sail in Spearmint Society's sputter boats. Twenty led by the merry Twinkles toward the Right Paw. Twenty traversing the Tail as the compassionyate Sara took the helm. Twenty including the darling and determined Precious blazed toward the Left Paw. Twenty toward the Head as the Beyond Magnyificent Queen Mittens set out to fulfill the dream of all nyekomimi and nyumans. Nyo one was worried. Nyekomimi were aces when it came to seafaring and soon, the nyumans would be saved.