Get in the car

You slide into the white autonomous vehicle, the door sealing shut with a soft pneumatic hiss. The interior is pristine - cream leather seats, tinted windows, a touchscreen display showing your route to Bondi Beach. Estimated travel time: seventy-three minutes. The car pulls smoothly onto the highway, merging into traffic with programmed precision.

But you can barely focus on any of that because your pussy is absolutely soaked. The miniskirt rides up your thighs as you spread your legs, and you can feel arousal literally dripping onto the leather seat beneath you. Your tail thrashes restlessly and your cat ears flatten as you slide your hand between your legs, fingers finding your slick folds immediately.

"Mmm, nya..." you moan softly, circling your clit. The sensation is overwhelming - so much more intense than anything you felt as Devon. Every nerve ending seems to fire at once, pleasure radiating from your pussy up through your entire body. Your F-cups heave beneath the tight sports bra as your breathing quickens.

You think about David Morrison. Blonde hair, blue eyes, six-foot-two. That confident smile in the photos. The way Dr. Jasmine described your duties - waking up with him, making breakfast, servicing him orally while he checks emails, getting fucked over the kitchen counter before 9am. Your fingers slide inside yourself and you whimper at the tightness, the wet heat.

"Master David," you whisper, testing the words. Your pussy clenches around your fingers. "Gonna... gonna be such a good pet for Master, nya..."

The degradation of it sends you spiraling higher. You imagine his hands on your cat ears, scratching behind them while he pushes his cock into your virgin pussy. You imagine him breeding you, filling you with cum while he talks about putting babies in your belly. The parties where his friends use you. Wearing his collar. Being shown off like property.

Your thumb finds your clit again and you cry out, back arching. The orgasm hits you like a tsunami - pussy spasming, thighs shaking, arousal gushing over your fingers and onto the seat. Your tail goes rigid and your ears pin flat against your head as waves of pleasure crash through you. You keep rubbing, riding it out, thinking about David's cock, about being bred and owned and degraded.

When you finally come down, gasping and trembling, you realize you've left a wet spot on the leather seat. Your fingers are glistening with your own arousal. You bring them to your mouth without thinking and suck them clean, tasting yourself - sweet and musky. The car continues its journey toward Bondi Beach, completely indifferent to what just happened.

Your phone buzzes in the pink purse. You pull it out with shaking hands and see notifications flooding the screen - your Instagram, your Facebook, your Twitter, all updated with photos from the transformation chamber. Your new name. Hundreds of comments already. Most are shocked. Some are supportive. Many are crude, sexual, degrading. You scroll through them with growing heat between your legs, already getting wet again.

You look up David Morrison's contact information - Dr. Jasmine helpfully pre-loaded it into your phone. Your pussy clenches with anticipation as you open the messaging app.

"Hi Master David! purrs This is Neko Slutkitty, your new pet catgirl, nya~" you type, giggling at how natural it feels to call him Master already. "Dr. Jasmine told me you're sending a car at 7pm tonight and I'm SO excited to meet you! I can't stop thinking about being yours..."

You pause, biting your lower lip. The impulse hits you immediately - he needs to see what he's getting. You angle your phone camera to capture your reflection in the car window, arching your back so your F-cups strain against the pink sports bra. The BabeLyf Inc logo stretches obscenely across both breasts. Click. Your cat ears are perked forward cutely in the shot, tail visible curling around your hip.

Another photo - this time you hike up the white miniskirt to show the curve of your ass, tail lifted, looking back over your shoulder with your best sultry expression. Click. One more - you spread your legs slightly, the miniskirt riding up to barely conceal your pussy, which is already glistening wet again. Your platinum blonde hair cascades over one shoulder. Click.

You attach all three photos and continue typing: "This is what your new pet looks like, Master! purrs loudly Neko wants to be perfect for you tonight, nya~ What would Master like his kitten to wear? I'll do anything to make you happy! I'm already so wet just thinking about belonging to you..."

Your thumb hovers over the send button for just a moment before your extremely low impulse control wins out. Send. The message shows as delivered immediately.

Your heart races as you watch the screen. Thirty seconds pass. A minute. Then three dots appear - he's typing. Your pussy clenches and fresh arousal dampens your thighs. The response comes through:

"Hello Neko. You're even more perfect than your profile suggested. I want you in something that shows off those tits and makes it clear you're mine. Wear the sluttiest lingerie you can find - garter belt, stockings, the works. No bra though, I want easy access. And Neko? When you arrive tonight, you'll address me as Master David or Sir. We're going to have a very educational evening together. I'm going to teach you exactly what it means to be my breeding pet."

You moan audibly in the car, rubbing your thighs together. Another message arrives: "One more thing - don't touch that pretty pussy again until tonight. I want you **** and dripping when you arrive. Understand?"