You had just finished downloading an app from the Appstore called Mal0 ver2.0.0, it was about 12mb. While you recall hearing what you assumed were just made-up stories of said app, a bootleg named Pyr2, A lesser known one named Mal0 ver2.0.0, and some leaked prototype named Mal0 0.9, this one appeared to be somewhat different from all the other stories. Its description read [Never settle for those awkward feelings of being alone ever again. Our new and improved version three virtual companion has had us take everything we learned with our first two versions and improve it. Because of popular demand from the internet, we’ve decided to give this version a more cat-like appearance, with rounded ears, softer fur, and a generally more playful personality. So, download your new feline friend today! As before, absolutely NO ADS. Enjoy!]
You weren’t fully sure what to expect, but looking through your downloaded apps revealed one called Companion Settings. It lets you choose certain features, simple enough, you thought. Though you weren’t expecting to be able to choose what it had down between the legs. You thought you’d be funny and give it everything, before looking over to the other settings. You could choose the eye color, and how the voice would sound. It was a bit weird however, as it gave you a seemingly endless list of different templates to choose from. You would just hit randomize on both, and watch as the entire app crashes. Perhaps the app glitched out. Oh well, you’ll just remove and reinstall the app. 
Looking through your settings to remove it would reveal no such app with the name Mal0 ver2.0.0 Settings. Strange, you suppose you could just uninstall it though. However, looking for an app with a similar title revealed nothing. Did the app bug out that hard that it deleted itself? You weren’t sure, and quite frankly, didn’t care. You were tired due to a lot of recent depression from your girlfriend leaving you for someone else. You just laid in bed and slowly fell asleep. You’d wake up the next day and find you were an hour late for work. Damnit. You’d rush through your morning routine, quickly washing your face, brewing a thermos of coffee, and throwing on your work uniform.
By the time you were ready to head out the door, the thermos was full, and you hopped in your car, driving to work and clocking in. Besides a lightly annoyed boss, everything seemed to be going fine. However, around your lunch break, you would notice a few messages from an unknown number. You usually would just delete the texts and sometimes report as spam, but what caught your curiosity was the fact that they were all pictures only. The first picture was hard to make out, but you recognized it as the sign to the small town you lived in. Looking closer, a shadowy figure was leaning against the side of the sign. You swore you could make out a thin tail of some sort.
The second picture appeared to be at a convenience store of some sort. You soon figured out it was the one you worked at. You could tell by how the interior of the store was set up, which was pretty visible in the photo as it was dark, and the lights were on. You had a small amount of worry that you were being stalked, but you decided to swallow that feeling and look at the remaining two pictures. The third picture was at what you thought was a random street, but you recognized it as a street you took to get to your house, with the final photo being taken just in front of your driveway. All four had the shadowy figure within them
The second photo had them within the store behind the counter you stood at when working, the third had them sitting on the grass next to a street sign that you recognized, and the fourth had them sitting on the steps of your house. You had assumed it was a stalker, but some uncannily lonely part of your brain told you to keep the messages of this apparent stalker. You noticed it had sent another message saying [Hello sweetie!]. How cute. You’d text back to humor them, but your lunch break was over. You would just forget about it and carry on with your day. The rest of your shift would be uneventful, and you would head home soon enough, not noticing the black sedan following you.
Heading inside, you made your way to the kitchen to cook some comfort food, as goodness knows you need it, however you were interrupted by the doorbell going off. You mentally cursed to yourself, just wanting some damn peace and quiet. You unfortunately were about to receive a lot of the opposite, as the second you opened the door, you were thrown to the ground. Time at this moment chose to blur for you, but you could count like five gloved fists, and a couple boots impacting you in various ways and places. In the doorway, you swore you could see your now ex-girlfriend smirking. You could have tried to get up and fight, but you just decided against it, too depressed to care.
Sometime later, the punches and kicks stop, and you’re left there heavily bruised and battered. You can hear a door shut, followed by the sound of a car leaving. You felt something snap within you, quite possibly the will to live. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, you didn’t have any easy means to end it. So, you just carried on like nothing happened and finished cooking your food. Surprisingly, the pain didn’t bother you as much as the fact that your girlfriend went this far. What on earth could you have possibly done to make her this pissed. You would likely never know, nor care. You’d eat a rather small portion of your meal, before putting the rest away and heading to bed.
Something else would snap in you, and you’d begin crying. Properly crying. She knew you were depressed and made it a whole lot worse. What a girlfriend she was. At some point, perhaps after a solid 20 minutes of silent crying, you noticed a message on your phone. It was from the mysterious number. It simply read [Sweetie, are you ok?] For some reason, you ended up typing [No] and pressing send, a stray teardrop falling onto your phone screen. As if some stalker cared for your wellbeing. Though your brain failed to question how said stalker could have known to ask now of all times. You’d probably chuckle at the sheer absurdity if you weren’t still crying.
You also managed to text your boss that you’d be out for a few days due to an injury, unwilling to emit that you were physically assaulted. A second later, you saw another text message from the mysterious number that read [I’ll be there soon.] You pondered what the stalker meant by “be there soon”, but as you were laying there, you felt something soft against your belly, feeling almost like a furred hand. It was warm and you could feel some sharp claws lightly poking. You wanted to turn around to face whoever had their arm around you, but your attention was taken away when a new message popped up. It read [I’ll keep you company.] 
You felt something large, warm, and furry against your back, along with a pair of arms pull you close to it. You could feel your head in between what you could only assume was a pair of breasts, surprisingly large in size. Whoever it was must have been at least seven feet tall if she was able to smother you from behind like this. You just didn’t question it, still feeling heavily depressed with tears still being shed. Although, you would relax a little into the mysterious furry female. You felt something boney rubbing against the top of your head. As you were crying, you felt a furry hand wipe away the tears, which helped a little you suppose. 
At some point, you would end up falling asleep in the arms of this being. Waking up, you would find it to be dark out, and reading your phone revealed it to be 4:02am. You turned around to see a silhouette of someone laying in your bed. Turning on the bedside lamp revealed them to be rather strange looking. She was covered in what looked like dark black fur, though you swore you saw a slight bluish or purplish tint to it. Her ankles and feet, which resembled cat paws hung, off the end of the bed, and let you guess she was at seven or so feet in height, like you guessed earlier. You could only see one of her hands, and it looked normal, besides the rather prominent claws. 
What shocked you the most was her face being a skull. You’re half-asleep brain wonders if she could yawn as big as one of those extinct Tasmanian Tigers you’d seen videos about, which she would prove more than possible a second later, as she let out a big yawn that possibly surpassed that of a Thylacine. Her ears appear to be round, like a tiger or panther, and her eyes were black while her pupils were emerald colored… which you just now noticed were looking straight back at you. 
You want to get up and run, but your body still hurts from the beating you took half a day earlier, and you’re still half-asleep. So, you just lay there, wondering what your fate will be. So far, she just seemed to be staring at you. Surprisingly, she doesn’t move for about a minute, before she raises her hand up and cups your cheek. You find it strangely… comforting. You just lie your head back down and let her hold your cheek, which she begins softly rubbing. From this, you could feel tears running down your cheeks, which she’d wipe away with her other hand. Whether or not you knew it, this is what you needed in your fragile and depressed state.

From behind you, you can hear your phone vibrate on the table, so you reach behind and grab it, reading a new text message from the mysterious number, which by now you’re sure is tied to whatever cryptid you’ve found yourself in bed with. [Morning Sweetie.] was all it said. You decide to reply with a simple [Morning…] deciding to play along at this point. You thought you felt something poking against your leg, but a new text distracted you shortly after, reading [What would you like for Breakfast?] You texted back, [Scrambled eggs, with bacon. A few dabs of hot sauce if we have any.] As you pull your phone away however, you find the female cryptid has vanished.
A moment later and you can hear the clinking of pots and pans from the kitchen. Several minutes later, you find her back in bed, holding a bowl of scrambled eggs, covered with hot sauce and bits of bacon mixed in. Theres even a fork and spoon in the bowl. You grab the bowl from her and begin to slowly eat. You find it to taste… surprisingly normal, as if it wasn’t just cooked by a feline cryptid out of the wet dream of a horny furry. After finishing you set the bowl down and look back at her as a new text appears. [Did you enjoy?] it read, to which you reply with a simple [Yes.] You can feel a pair of arms suddenly wrap around you as she hugs you. 
You’re starting to question why you are even scared at this point. All she’s done is take care of you. It was then and there when you finally remember the app you downloaded, and it all begins to make sense. All the pictures, and the creature that sat here, currently hugging you. You sigh, almost melting into her arms as the weight of fear was finally lifted. 
You’re not sure how long you hug her, but it feels like hours. In reality, it had only been five or so minutes, but it was the most comfortable five minutes you’ve had recently, if not in years. Moving your legs reveals that they still hurt and might even be broken in some places. You manage to find the phone and ask her if she can help you to the bathtub, as you’re sure you’ve got dried blood on your body. Your phone screen reads [Of course, sweetie.] She moves to your side and picks you up entirely, carrying you to the bathroom. You manage to take off your clothes and lay down in the tub, turning on the water and feeling it sting, but sooth your sore and bruised skin. 
Eventually you reach up and turn it off, just laying there as you’re take note that some cuts have reopened and are bleeding again. Probably why it stings a lot. It was then you realize you’d forgotten your phone, so you have no way of communicating with her, or so you thought at least. You noticed her by the side of the bath, holding a sponge and some soap. It was dish soap, and a kitchen sponge, but she at least put two and two together. You grabbed your bath sponge and body wash, handing it to her as she let out what could pass as a chuckle, but were in reality a series of quick huffs.

She puts some of it on the sponge, before beginning to clean you. She starts with your back, gently scrubbing off any dried-up blood while also soaking up and cleaning any fresh blood. She then moved up your neck and made obvious the rather large lump on the back of your head. Likely a result of being thrown to the floor. She moved down your shoulders and began cleaning your arms, first your left, then right. She jumped from your hands to your legs, cleaning the left leg first, then the right, before finally reaching to your crotch. You looked at her nervously, and she gave you a reassuring look, so you slightly spread your legs and let her clean between them. 
Afterwards you turn on the shower head and rinse any soap left off your body. You grab the bottle of shampoo and squirt a tiny amount onto your hair to show her. You hand it to her and shudder as you feel all of it pour onto you, along with the sound of the plastic bottle snapping in half. You just chuckle softly; she’ll have something to work on at least. You look over to her and see her huffing quickly again in an imitation of a chuckle, as she begins washing your hair, managing to open a wound or two. Rinsing your hair with the shower head, you managed to stand up, holding onto her as you got out. 
You would notice there was no towel, as you forgot to pull them out of the drier. Oh well. She would help you back to your bed, and you would lay down. As you lay there, you feel her snuggle up as you hear your phone go off. [Do you feel better?] You reply with [Yes, thank you.] to which she sends a heart emoji, before laying you on your back and laying against you. Due to the position the two of you are currently in, you feel a jolt of arousal, but you tried to ignore it for now. You wonder if sex is even possible with her, but then you remember the settings app had you choose what she had below, so maybe it was? You didn’t want to do anything as you were still sore and went to warn her.
But it was already too late, seems she already noticed, as she moves up a little and looks down, seeing your member about half-erect. Before you can say anything, you see your lamp flicker, and she’s gone. You feel heavily embarrassed and ashamed, but you hear your phone go off again. [Need help with that, sweetie?] You don’t even get a chance to respond, as you feel something wet and warm drag against your balls. Looking under the sheet, you find her head at your crotch, as she’s softly licking it. You let out a soft moan, surprised that she even has a tongue. After all, her entire face is a skull.

A part of you wants to try and resist, but at this point, you need something, anything to bring up your spirits. So, you softly rub one of her ears, coaxing her to just keep going. You close your eyes and focus on the pleasure, feeling the warmth of her tongue against your balls and cock. Having a tongue that long licking down there is doing wonders for you as you moan softly. You’re now fully erect, and you can feel her give your entire cock a gentle squeeze by wrapping her tongue around it. A rather neat party trick to be sure, but an effect one, as she gets you to moan a lot more from this alone.
Next thing you know, you see she’s now sitting on your lap, your dick between her legs as she slowly slides it into her snug pussy. You moan out, holding onto her hips as she begins to slowly ride you, her surprisingly thick feline tail wrapped around one of your legs. You notice her head mere inches away from yours and give her a soft kiss. You wonder how she’s going to give one back since she doesn’t have lips, but she just begins softly licking your lips, which gives you the same amount of satisfaction as a regular kiss would it seems. You suddenly heard a favorite song of yours playing from your phone speaker, and smiled, knowing that it was her doing.
You feel her softly rub your chest, as she presses her breasts against it. You hug her and pull her against you, nuzzling her neck as she continues to slowly ride you. The two of you know each other wants to take their time with this sex session. So, you begin snuggling her, pulling the blanket over the two of you as you share each other’s body heat. At some point, you can feel her speed up a little before slowing back down, but otherwise remaining at a steady pace. A little more kissing, and she speeds up again, perhaps it turns her on when she kisses you, or vice versa. Regardless, her pussy feels amazing, way better than any sex toy, and likely better than your ex. 
By now, you can feel yourself getting close, so you try and warn her verbally, forgetting that she can communicate through texting. She suddenly speeds up before taking you all the way in as her pussy spasms around her cock, with her squirting against your crotch a little. Seems she came first, possibly from the idea of you cumming in her. Along with the spasms, and that particular thought, it’s enough to send you over the edge as you cum deep inside her. Feeling your head go fuzzy from the strength of the orgasm. You take one look at her, and you can tell she’s likely feeling the same thing.
As you enter your afterglow, you hear your phone go off once again, picking it up it reads [Have fun, sweetie?] You don’t even text her back, you simply grab her boney face and softly kiss her, before beginning to make out with her. You’re not sure if you were ever this happy with your ex, but it doesn’t matter now. You’ve found the perfect girl, and all it took was you downloading an app that you thought would be a joke. A thought crossed your mind though; What are you going to call her? You could give her a name yourself, but why not let her choose one? You don’t want to just call her Mal0. 
You ask for her name through text. At first, she simply texts back [Your instance of Mal0 ver2.0.0!] But you ask [Surely you can think of a better name than that.] You watch as the three dots indicating that she’s actively typing appear and disappear for a solid minute, before she responds with one word. [Lucy.] A pleasant-sounding name in your opinion. You lay there and continue to hug Lucy, feeling her occasionally lick the top of your head, possibly to let you know that she was still there. You would feel yourself seemingly become sleepier with each other lick, and before you knew it, you fell asleep in her arms once again.