He towered over her.

The man stopped before her and smiled down at her. She noticed that he was tall, broad shouldered, and handsome - she’d never thought of herself in those exact terms before but it was true. His blond hair was short and his face clean-shaven. She could see the faint lines of stubble on his jaw - her jaw she reminded herself. “Why are you me!?” She tried to say but the words stuck in her throat. Something prevented her from talking.

She couldn't speak. She tried to say something else but nothing came out. The man laughed. It was a deep and rich laugh that filled the room. The cat girl blushed furiously. She didn’t know what was happening. “Confused pet? There are mental imperatives that prevent you from revealing who you are. Oh. Let me correct that. Who you were.” The woman explained. “This man is your new owner, Senator Rodney Jones now. You should probably know… He was once James Harwood…” the woman laughed.

The cat girl blushed even harder. She knew who James Harwood was - an aspiring politician that had run against him for his Senate seat. “Hello. It’s been a while… you know I think I’ll call you Muffy…” Harwood said. He sounded just like her former self, the same intonation and accent. It was uncanny.

She felt a pang of jealousy and anger. She hated that he would be able to use her name and face for his own ends. It was her name, her identity, her senate seat. How could he take it all away from her? She wanted to cry. Instead she looked at the floor, her tail curling in anger.

Harwood knelt beside her and stroked her head, infuriatingly patronising. She wanted to bite him, to claw out his eyes with her new claws but she knew it would be useless. He was too strong. He was too powerful. She was powerless. She was nothing. Worse. She leant into his hand and made a contented purring noise deep in her chest. “Aren’t you the most adorable little thing…” he said. She could smell him and his scent was intoxicating. His presence was utterly distracting. She remembered how they had told them how they imprinted pets onto their masters and mistresses. Something about pheromones causing euphoria and arousal. Genetics… her mind was clouding as her need started to overcome her.

Her body responded to his touch and she could feel the familiar wetness between her legs. She tried to fight it, to ignore it. To deny it. But she couldn't. She felt her pussy start to throb. “Why?” She asked, acutely aware of her nakedness, her collar and leash, that she knelt in growing supplication behore him. Why did she have to be so damned horny? Why did she want him so? He chuckled and it should have made her skin crawl. She shivered, a part of her hating it when a man laughed dirisively at her. It was demeaning. And yet being demeaned turned on. A small but growing part of her liked to be so… low. The tingling in her exposed sex confirmed it. She was as horny as a cat in heat…and she was more than willing to be fucked by this man.

“I’m going to fuck you stupid… you’re going to wish you lost the election slut…” He whispered in her ear and stood up again, still laughing. She was confused. What was he doing?

Wasn't he going to fuck her? She felt her body tense up. At the moment she desperately wanted him inside her. She needed him to fill her with his seed. She imagined him cumming deep inside her as he walked over to the window and turned to watch her. The desire to be fucked slowly diminished as his distance from her increased. She was left terrified by her animalistic need to be fucked. “Hmmm proximity is the key…” he noted to the woman. She nodded. With a laugh directed at the cat girl she turned and left. The imposter considered his pet.

“So then. You are keyed to me…. Do you know what that means Muffy?” He asked her.

She nodded her head slowly. Keyed to obey, to respond to his commands... He smiled. She hated it when he smiled. It made her feel like prey. She tried to stand but he motioned her back down with his hand. She fell back to her knees and stared at him.

He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. “I’m glad you understand.” She was suddenly conscious of her own scent, that she was dripping wet. She looked down at her betraying pussy, biting her lip in consternation.