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The cool, dull, slightly pliable material suggested some sort of plastic designed specifically for this purpose. He tested its binding, finding it unbeatable in this position.\nHe felt the leash, the collar against his neck beginning to tension as the lady walked to his front door and opened it, pulling on his leash a bit harder when he delayed.\n\n\"Your dick isn't private anymore, would you please get over it? You've had plenty of time to take in the idea.\" He was pulled forward, against the wishes of every fiber of his mental being, out into the daylight. He shut his eyes, tightly, relying solely on the pull of the leash to guide his movements. He... just didn't want to see what was around him.\n\n\"See? Not so hard, is it? Just walk, you'll be doing it a lot as a pet.\"\n\"Hnnnnnnng... please tell me no one's around to... see me...\"\n\"Everyone will see you, Matt. Literally everyone. 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But it wasn't for two more days, wasn't it?\n\nBut as the woman outside loaded the male into that vehicle and pulled out some sort of clip board, her face numbed, her heart sank. The woman looked up directly at her, made a note on her board, placed it down, and started over to her house! Her eyes shot open and she drew the curtain, whipping around and collecting anything within immediate reach! No, this was all wrong! How would she get across town in time!? She looked at her table and ran to it, snagging her cell phone and ID. She reached down, feeling the fabric of her skirt. Of course, she had to wear a skirt today, of all days! Her head scanned the room again, locating her bag hanging on the coat rack. She nearly sprinted to it, ripping it off the rack and plunging her phone and ID into it and slinging it across her chest, over her head. Her stomach dropped a second time when she heard it - a knock at her door.\n\n\"I'm going to give you one chance. Open the door and this all goes smoothly.\"\nThe muffled voice sounded feminine, she deduced its identity based on the canine she'd seen pulling that collar moments ago. She shook her head, walking quickly to the home's back door. She ripped the screen door open, pulled the main door inwards, and jumped forward to a chance at escape, waiting for her feet to touch the grass so she could start sprinting.\n\nOr, so she thought. Her leap was interrupted by the male that had restrained Matt not four or five minutes prior. She had been caught in his grasp before her jump was even complete, before her feet left the floor, and she was held captive. She wriggled and wrought, fought with any available limb against the might of the male holding her steady, slowly lifting her back into the house.\n\n\"Let go of me! Agghh!! 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---

Matt wasn't prepared for those words; he stared back at her with mild confusion, wondering what in the hell she meant by that? The bottom? Was he to wear a belt, too? It was the woman's eye-roll and subsequent motion toward his shorts waistband that finally answered his confusion - to his horror. He nearly jumped backwards a few feet from the woman, earning him a mild shock from his new accessory.

"AGH! Nnngg- Damn it, Sophie! What the hell?"
"Oh, come on, I told you what would happen if you jumped! Just calm down and follow orders: bottoms. off. cat."

For the first time in the encounter, Matt wasn't able to look at the woman in front of him with anything better than betrayal. For the life of him, he couldn't think of an instance in which he'd done anything - intentionally or otherwise - to earn this indifference. He thought he knew her, at least well enough to garner something, some sympathy or show of mercy. But here she was, demanding he shed his privacy - one thing he'd nearly rather die than give up - simply to follow orders. Bewilderment gave way.

"Sophie, what the fuck! You know me, don't you? What, now that laws have changed, I'm just some dangerous criminal to you? You won't even use my name! You know it's bullshit!"

"Yes, the laws have changed, and I intend to follow them! I've helped more than a few felines transition, you're not the first and you won't be the last, you're not special. Strip. Now."

"No! Absolutely not! C-come on, that's extremely private!"
"Fine... I warned you. Hold him."

A set of muscular arms wrapped around Matt's body from behind, holding his arms and torso in their wrought-iron grip. Matt kicked, trying to deter what he knew was next, without hurting the woman in front of him.

"Ah- HEY! NO! Please!! LEAVE THEM-"
"Stop moving, ya wriggly bastard."
"BUT!-"
"Shut up, Matt." She punctuated his name. "Your kind tried and failed to handle your own privacy."

He felt a button pop, a zipper flow, then the movement of fabirc against his... once private, his sheathe and scrotum now exposed beyond any shadow of doubt. His breathing hastened as the clothes were removed, an occasional strong twitch and struggle against his current restraint yielded nothing but a quick shake of both.

He heard his shorts tossed aside, a light shivering now evident in the cat's posture.

"N-no... please... not like this."
"Don't be so dramatic, shit." The male behind him spoke again.
"Alright, let's go."

Matt watched, his ears falling to either side, as the woman brought the end of a leash to his neck and clipped it in place on his collar. His arms were pulled down to the middle of his back by the male behind him and secured in place, though he couldn't see what with. The cool, dull, slightly pliable material suggested some sort of plastic designed specifically for this purpose. He tested its binding, finding it unbeatable in this position.
He felt the leash, the collar against his neck beginning to tension as the lady walked to his front door and opened it, pulling on his leash a bit harder when he delayed.

"Your dick isn't private anymore, would you please get over it? You've had plenty of time to take in the idea." He was pulled forward, against the wishes of every fiber of his mental being, out into the daylight. He shut his eyes, tightly, relying solely on the pull of the leash to guide his movements. He... just didn't want to see what was around him.

"See? Not so hard, is it? Just walk, you'll be doing it a lot as a pet."
"Hnnnnnnng... please tell me no one's around to... see me..."
"Everyone will see you, Matt. Literally everyone. You can't hide anything anymore, get used to it.

---

Abby Pov

Across the street, the feline eyed the scene through her living room window. It... had to be fake. Her mouth hung open at the sight - a n-naked male! Pulled along like that! No, it couldn't have been today. She couldn't pull her eyes off of the scene, despite it's horrid implications - especially for her!

Abby's blue eyes scanned the scene: a large wagon van of some sort, a male in what looked like his late twenties pulled along, naked and in an ever more desperate amount of shame. It had to be unrelated. It had to be! It couldn't be today! There was no way she got the date wrong, it wasn't for two more days, she planned everything! She was getting out, she had to! She'd made all the arrangements, done all the planning, found sympathetic people - good people - to help her get someplace she couldn't be found! But it wasn't for two more days, wasn't it?

But as the woman outside loaded the male into that vehicle and pulled out some sort of clip board, her face numbed, her heart sank. The woman looked up directly at her, made a note on her board, placed it down, and started over to her house! Her eyes shot open and she drew the curtain, whipping around and collecting anything within immediate reach! No, this was all wrong! How would she get across town in time!? She looked at her table and ran to it, snagging her cell phone and ID. She reached down, feeling the fabric of her skirt. Of course, she had to wear a skirt today, of all days! Her head scanned the room again, locating her bag hanging on the coat rack. She nearly sprinted to it, ripping it off the rack and plunging her phone and ID into it and slinging it across her chest, over her head. Her stomach dropped a second time when she heard it - a knock at her door.

"I'm going to give you one chance. Open the door and this all goes smoothly."
The muffled voice sounded feminine, she deduced its identity based on the canine she'd seen pulling that collar moments ago. She shook her head, walking quickly to the home's back door. She ripped the screen door open, pulled the main door inwards, and jumped forward to a chance at escape, waiting for her feet to touch the grass so she could start sprinting.

Or, so she thought. Her leap was interrupted by the male that had restrained Matt not four or five minutes prior. She had been caught in his grasp before her jump was even complete, before her feet left the floor, and she was held captive. She wriggled and wrought, fought with any available limb against the might of the male holding her steady, slowly lifting her back into the house.

"Let go of me! Agghh!! Put me down, heeelp!"
"Woah, fight in this one, eh?" The male said as he was tugged lightly in a few directions while she struggled, her tail whipping about wildly.
"I'll say. Alright, show's over... Abby, right?" The canine checked her memory.

Despite the declaration, the feline's efforts didn't cease but instead increased. The male holding her still moved his grasp and shifted his hold to snag just her arms, then shifted down the legnth of her arm to pull her wrists behind her. The feline vigorously pulled herself forward, forcefully kicked backward, shook her head and body, and clawed anything her claws could touch at full strength for a full few minutes. Finally, after a long while of trying, her fight slowed to a crawl leaving her gasping for air. The canine finally spoke.

"All tuckered out? Good, this'll be much easier."
She felt two hands on her sides, gripping her sweater and the tee shirt underneath.
"No, wait!-"

The female canine held Abby's arms up as the male behind her lifted her shirt and sweater clean over her head, leaving only her bra and otherwise bare fur. The feline shrieked, pulling her arms down and out of the sleeves, breaking the hold of the canine on her wrists. She immediately felt midsection held tightly against the body behind her.

"Stop! Just let me go, I'll get out of here! You'll never hear from me again, I swear!"
"Leave you out there and unsupervised to cause harm to people when you can't control yourself? Come on, that was a stupid suggestion."

The canine woman spoke while maneuvering Abby's skirt down her legs, moving the girl's legs for her if need be to cleanly remove the garment.
"But I'm not dangerous! I swear! Please, I don't want to be a pet!"

"And I don't really want to be collecting you, but you can't argue with numbers, and your species certainly spoke for you."
Abby's underwear was removed, quickly and callously, exposing her formerly-private underside to the open air. They were tossed aside as the feline found another quick burst of strength with which to contest her constraint. It didn't falter.

"...and besides, this doesn't have to be a bad thing or a punishment. Just... I don't know, try to see some good in this? Maybe you'll have a really nice life as a pet."
Sophie reached around Abby, almost seemingly for a hug, a removed her bra with little effort. She pulled the garment away from Abby's body, tossing it in a pile with the rest of her clothing.

"Nggghhh... please, put it back on. Put my underwear back on, I can't be seen like... like this." She said, picturing herself in the place of the male she'd seen not a few minutes prior.

"I'm sure you'll get over it."

Abby's eyes watered, letting a few tears escape as a similar collar to Matt's was affixed to her next, followed by a leash. Her wrists were bound, and she was pushed lightly forward.
In that moment, Abby realized... it was over. Her fight meant nothing. Her planning... she'd never show up. She looked around her house, her home for so many years. All of it... meant nothing. Not anymore.
"Ready to walk?"
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