In Prison

We pulled up to the veterinary clinic owned by Tim's father, and I was dragged into the back rooms. I had never been here before, and I was terrified of what they wanted to do to me. I was genuinely scared.

"Why are we here? What do you want, meow?" I asked, but it felt like I was talking to no one.

"You'll stay here until we figure out what to do," the guys said, throwing me into an animal cage. They left, and I watched them go, too shocked to ask more questions.

The cage was meant for animals, too small for a cat like me. I had to stay on all fours, unable to stand up fully, and I could barely turn around. If my spine hadn't become so flexible, I wouldn't have managed it. When I turned around, I froze because I realized I wasn't alone in the cage. Staring at me with wild wolf eyes was Miss Sawyer, my friend's mother.

She was a mesmerizing sight. Her head was crowned with sharp ears that constantly moved, picking up the slightest sounds. Her eyes were deep and piercing, with an amber or greenish tint, reflecting the forest twilight. Her gaze was both predatory and thoughtful, filled with wisdom and strength. Her wolfish muzzle was slightly elongated, with a sharp nose and expressive features. Her lips were thin but well-defined, and her teeth were sharp and white, like a true predator's. Her smile was more of a snarl, but it held warmth and friendliness. Her hair was a thick mane that fell over her shoulders and back, resembling the fur of a black wolf. Soft and shiny, yet wild and natural. Her anthropomorphic wolf hands and feet were covered in fine hairs, and her fingertips had sharp claws that could retract and extend at will. These claws were not just weapons but tools that helped her in daily life. A fluffy tail grew from her back, twitching slightly as she stared at me intently.

"I don't recognize you. Who are you?" she growled at me.

"Tyler, meow, I helped you move a sofa last month," I nervously meowed.

"I thought only women mutated," she said, her face questioning.

"I don't know anything either, just like you. I just woke up with boobs and a tail," I had to counter. "I only recently realized that men didn't change."

"Well, welcome to our women's league, boy. I see you even dressed up like a woman," Miss Sawyer smiled, or rather, bared her teeth.

"My sister helped me," I said, looking around the room. My cat eyes could see well, even though the room was dark.

"Did your own son lock you up here?" I casually asked.

"He's just a fool. You football players were never known for your brains. He saw something unusual and strange and gathered his friends. Now they're driving around saving the city from all the women. I wonder what he'll do when the cages run out. He should have just fucked his mommy like I asked him to," she stated bluntly. I choked and stared at her in shock, but she just smirked and continued, "Come on, don't be shy, it doesn't suit cats. I'm not the only one with a pussy itching for a dick, and the fact that he's my son doesn't matter much now. We clearly have different genes, and besides, football players have great abs."

"Aren't you afraid of giving in to your wild nature?" I asked, trying to hide my shock.

"No, I'm not afraid. My appearance is becoming more like my wild nature, so what's the problem if I act accordingly?" the wolf-woman replied casually.

"Meow, it's scary to stop being human…" I began.

"We're not humans anymore," the wolf-woman interrupted. "Look at yourself. Do you think of yourself as a human?"

"No, I'm a cat," I had to agree, remembering how I behaved like a cat.