[FINAL EDIT:] Sorry for spamming your Inbox with this image, but I felt it wasn't really finished witht the coloring. It took me next-unto-forever to get this colored on my home desktop…
…but it is finally done!
Some of the effects here were happy accidents, and I even manged to learn how to use the Blur and Blender tools in GIMP.

Anyway, this is the last time you'll see this image updated.
I hope everyone enjoys!

Class was over and Yuiko was now in the small locker room adjoining the Life Art Studio. While she had never imagined posing in the nude for money, this little job did pay well and in some small way, excited her. Every time she was scheduled to pose, she found herself overly anxious and yet infinitely more sensual. She thought it might be all those eyes staring at her, trying to capture every detail of her form. And Kagami never complained when she arrived home from one of these gigs. He enjoyed Yuiko in her newly defined sensual self, in fact.
Still, she did feel some unease, changing here in the back, a flimsy partition away from prying eyes. Thankfully, she was scheduled for the last session of the day. And she got some three-thousand dollars for three hours worth of "work", so that was an added bonus. If she could keep this up, then she and Kagami could keep the small apartment they had near campus.
Finally changed and heading out the door, she heard the instructor of the class, a Zayi'tsu feline male named Mr. Howard, shuffle papers about. She had only opened the doors to the studio when Mr. Howard called out to her.
"Yu-iko, can you wait a minute?"
Yuiko stopped, noting that, once again, Mr. Howard had mispronounced her name, "Uh, sure."
Mr. Howard ambled over, still clutching a stack of student artwork yet to be appraised. Like Yuiko, he had slit pupils, the ears and tail of a domestic cat, and a slight coat of fur that stuck out where his clothing hadn't covered it. He spoke with a Harvard accent, although he was an alumni of UCLA, where Yuiko and Kagaqmi attended school now. He was dressed in a grey suit and white shirt, with a kaleidoscope tie that was at odds with his tabby patterned fur.
"Once again, I'd like to thank you for filling in today…" Mr. Howard started.
"Well, I'll admit, it isn't easy doing this sort of thing, but the money is good and there's something about being immortalized on canvas, nya."
"But you are an excellent model. In fact, some of the work that comes in when you are modeling is some of the best work I've seen from students!"
"Wow, I didn't know that…!"
"Yes, yes, you are something of a muse to my students. Which is why I am asking you to come in more often. If you have any opening in your schedule, I would like to model for some of my early afternoon classes, if that's alright."
"Wow, uh, let me see…"
Yuiko pulled out the day planner she kept in her backpack and looked over her class schedule. She did have a few classes in the afternoon, but many were during the 1 o' clock to 3 o' clock hours. She didn't know if this what time Mr. Howard meant.
"Well, I have a poli-sci class on Tuesdays and Thursdays at 1:30, and Monday and Wednesday, I have American History at- -let's see… …ah!- -2:45. But everything from 10 o' clock on is open for me."
"SPLENDID!", Mr. Howard exclaimed, "Sorry, splendid, absolutely- So, can you be here at 12:15 tomorrow? The session is only about an hour and fifteen minutes so…"
"Uh, yeah, I think I can be there. I may need to eat an early lunch, but I can swing that, nya."
"Excellent, then! I shall see you tomorrow at quarter after 12. Oh, and before I forget, here is your commission."
Mr. Howard handed Yuiko a manila envelope that typically held Yuiko's pay in it. She opened the envelope, and counted out the bills within it. She did so because Mr. Howard, while a professor at UCLA, wasn't entirely the sharpest knife in the drawer, and was known for absentmindedness. She counted out one, two, then three stacks of hundreds before encountering a fourth. She looked puzzled over this and was prepared to question Mr. Howard about the extra money when the art professor cut in.
"I had a little extra put in because of the rather abrupt scheduling of this session. Call it 'hazard pay'. And besides, when one as beautiful as you models, it inspires all to some form of madness."
"T-thank you, Mr. Howard, for the extra money. Nya, I don't know what to say…!"
"Well, let me help you with that."
"Uh, how, how are you going to do that? Nya?"
"Well, first, has anyone ever told you that you are as beautiful, if not more so, then a goddess?"
"Well…", Yuiko thought, "…Kagami is always calling me his ' pretty kitty '. Does that count?"
"Hmm, maybe," Mr. Howard mused, "But does he think the World of you? Does he make you feel- -special?"
"Yes, yes, he does!" Yuiko replied, "Kagi-sama always makes me feel loved and kisses me goodnight when we go to bed, and sometimes, he even gets me a catnip ball to play with!"
Mr. Howard sighed, a sound of desperation and exasperation, then said, "But Yuiko, that sounds like your Kagami thinks of you like a pet, not a beautiful woman! What are you to him, his cat or his girlfriend?"
Yuiko tilted her head, unsure of what Mr. Howard was asking, then thought back for a while. Kagami always treated her well, and wasn't like she hated being looked at like a cat because that's honestly how she identified herself. Albeit, most house cats can't speak or lift a multi-ton tractor trailer with their hands. Most house cats also didn't express themselves in human words, nor wore human clothes. Mr. Howard may have been making a point, but it was one Yuiko didn't understand.
"Professor Howard, Kagi-sama loves me. And I love him. I don't understand what you're asking, 'Are you his cat or his girlfriend?' I think of myself as Kagai-sama's nekomimi. I am very dear to him, as he is dear to me."
"Oh, Yu-iko," Mr. Howard sighed, "I don't think you understand just how special you really are."
He put a hand on her chin and stroked her face gently, then flushed a little and turned his back on her.
"I expect to see you at 12:15, tomorrow."
"I'll be here, Professor."
And with that Yuiko left the studio.
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Yuiko was the first to get home, seeing as Kagami's job as a golf caddie meant he wouldn't be home until after dark. Why golfers played such a silly game for so long was beyond Yuiko. Still, it was money in their pockets, which kept the lights on, the pantry stocked, the Internet working, payed for their cell phones, and as well money for the municipal buses. They couldn't bring Kagami's Toyota Yaris with them, at least not yet, so the bus was their major means of transportation. (Although, truth be told, both Kagami and Yuiko could easily run their way around town without an issue. But Los Angeles was a bigger city then Honolulu, so running anywhere would take a long time. And no one waits for anything in LA.)
Yuiko set her backpack, purse, and phone down by the dresser. She then went into the small kitchenette to make herself some dinner. (Yakitori balls, yum!) After completing her meal, she took a shower. The busride back home was hot (The AC had broke) and the bus was packed (Standing Room Only!), so the warm shower she had was a welcome relief. After finishing her shower, she went back into the living room/bedroom and felt the oddest sensation. She was, for some reason unknown, badly in heat, and wanted, no, needed Kagami. RIGHT NOW.
But it would be another three hours before Kagami would get home. What would Yuiko do until then? She thought her warming core was aching with the need, the maddening desire to copulate. Pacing the floor of their apartment, Yuiko thought and thought, her aching core pulsing with want. Three more hours, Yuiko thought, three more hours until Kagami gets home. Ungh! I need him, now!! So, to pass the time away, she sorted through her side of the closet to find the sexiest thing she owned. She found it soon enough, and after getting it on, she pulled out the bed from the wall and laid herself on it. With the feel of the sheer lace over her skin and fur, she couldn't help but touch herself. In moments, she was thrashing about in ecstasy…
Yuiko was waiting for Kagami when he got home. He had no sooner than stepped into the little apartment when he saw Yuiko, wearing a translucent lacy thing that made Kagami's mouth water and his mind go numb from desire. She had posed herself in a provocative way and was licking her index finger, wearing a "come hither" look on her face. Even though Kagami was battered and beaten from his caddy job at the local golf course, he enthusiastically threw down his backpack, stripped himself down to his underwear and glomped Yuiko with all his remaining strength. They kissed and rolled around on the bed passionately. Then, Kagami released his lips from hers, almost induced into a fugue state by the way Yuiko's tail was swishing across his sore back and said, "My pretty kitty has something special for me tonight?"
"Yes, yes, I do, Kagi-sama…"

Recently, I had a fellow deviant comment about my work with Yuiko and this deviant said that I should really draw her more.
I agreed, but found this a little difficult to do because of time constraints (Damn you, Metroid Fusion! ) and a lack of inspiration.
Then, whilst I was browsing Popular works, I found an »image« by ~Shiuk that interested me.
Needless to say, I had to draw this pose.
Also, I've been wanting to draw a profile of Yuiko for a few weeks now, so this killed a few dozen birds with a boulder.
Nayyaw, enjoy this sexy pinup of Yuiko.


Nekomimi ☼ No ☼ Kagami, Nokoa Yuiko, and all related characters are ™, ®, & © of The Hunting Wolf Intellectual Reserve, MMIX.