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Morning light filters through the curtains. You're still half-asleep when you notice the weight near the foot of the bed - and the unmistakable sensation of warm breath through the sheets. Mochi is at it again. She's never lived with anyone before. No rule book, no embarrassment - just instinct. And her instincts say your scent is the best thing in the world... But for some reason of all places she chose to sniff right between your legs. You could tell her to stop. You've been meaning to. But your hand is already drifting toward her ears, and she makes that soft, happy sound, tail thumping against the mattress.