It was exactly 8 A.M. as the large, heavy-set woman lumbered to the door of the Valley Spay and Neuter Clinic and unlocked the door to open for business, just as her co-worker was about to get to it.

“Cuttin it close again aren’t ya Akira,” she said to the petite Asian woman who pushed open the door.

“I’m here, aren’t I, La’Quisha?” Akira replied as she glared at the dark-skinned woman, dressed in her veterinary scrubs.  “So, what’s on the schedule this morning?”

La’Quisha looked at her clipboard.  “We’ve got three girl-kitties that were dropped off yesterday to be spayed.  By…oooh, Mr. Derrick! That man could butter my biscuits any time!”

Akira laughed.  “He’s not even my type, but there is something about him, isn’t there?  And the kitties can sense it, too; have you seen how they act around him?”

“Not your type, Doctor?” La’Quisha grinned.  “Girl, he is everyone’s type!  And yeah the kitties just love all over him, even after they get fixed – he just has that animal magnetism!”  She handed Dr. Akira the clipboard.

“Looks good,” the vet said as she scanned the check-in form in front of her.  “No shots today, just spaying.  They haven’t had food or water since last night.”  She looked at it one more time.  “No names?”

“Woohoo!” La’Quisha hooted.  “That means we get to pick out cute names for them, right?”

“Sure,” the more sedate Akira answered.  “I know how much you love doing that – knock yourself out!  Why don’t you go do that now, while I check the rest of the schedule; as soon as Sofia gets in, I’ll be in to administer the anesthesia to our first patient.”

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Denise stirred slowly, feeling a little disoriented.  She could tell right away she wasn’t in her bed; as her hands went to her eyes, rubbing them, she remembered having the strangest dream…she had dreamt that she was a cat, and she had been picked up by a wonderful man, who was going to find her a good home.  

As her eyes came into focus, Denise quickly realized it wasn’t a dream at all!  She was inside some sort of metal cage; on either side of her, in identical enclosures, were the two kittens she had been picked up with.  She had placed an ad in the paper; this man had answered it; and he had not only taken the two kittens, but Denise as well – she remembered that he referred to all three of them as ‘pussies’.  She looked down at her body, and saw that she was completely nude, except for the collar she could feel around her neck.  Her hands went to the collar, feeling it, as her eyes looked around the room curiously – she seemed to be in some kind of animal shelter!

Denise rolled up to her hands and knees, crawling over to the door of the cage, but it wouldn’t budge when she tried to open it.  She looked to her left, and her right; the two kittens seemed perfectly at ease in their cages.  She remembered the man, how wonderful he smelled, how calming his voice had been…and a peacefulness washed over her, a feeling that she should just relax, that everything was going to be all right.

She looked out into the room, and saw her bikini, halter top, shorts, and heels sitting in a neat stack on a table.  She heard the door open, and her attention, as well as the attention of the other two, was drawn to it immediately, as La’Quisha slowly meandered through the door and towards them, looking excited.

“Aww,” La’Quisha exclaimed, as she approached the cages, “aren’t you three so adorable!  Mr. Derrick sure knows how to pick them!”  She went straight to Denise’s cage, her hand going through the bars and into her hair.

‘Mr. Derrick,’ Denise thought, ‘that’s him, that’s the man that picked me up,’ and just the thought of his name made her feel all warm and tingly all over, as she nuzzled against La’Quisha’s hand.

“What a sweet girl!” La’Quisha gushed.  “If you didn’t belong to Mr. Derrick, I might want to take you home with me myself!” She slid her hand back out of the cage, as Denise blushed a bit at her comment, and moved to one of the other kittens, doing the same to her.

“My my,” La’Quisha exclaimed, as she stroked the second kitty’s head, “you’re just as sweet as your sister!  Now I can’t decide which one is my favorite,” she added, as she moved to the third one, “you are all so adorable!  I’m going to have fun giving you names!”

‘I have a name,’ Denise thought, ‘what is she talking about?  Does she actually think I’m a cat?’ She shook her head, as she heard herself say to La’Quisha, “But….but I’m not a cat? I have a name?”

La’Quisha didn’t even turn her head to acknowledge that she had heard Denise speak, as she rubbed the head of the kitty to Denise’s left.  “I just LOVE little girl kittens!  You are all so fluffy, and cuddly, and cute, and tan!  I just KNOW Mr. Derrick will have no problem finding owners for you!”

“Hello?” Denise said, a bit louder this time.  “I have a name, it’s Denise, and I’m not a cat? Can’t you see that?”  She was getting a little bit upset that the veterinary assistant didn’t seem to even notice that she was talking to her!

“So what should I call you?” La’Quisha asked the little tan kitten as she rubbed its head and neck.  “I love your brown coloring…I think I will call you Mocha!”  She removed her hand from the cage, and turned to retrieve a pad of paper.  Denise could see the pad as La’Quisha turned back towards the kitten – it was an information sheet, and she watched as La’Quisha wrote “Mocha” on the first line, and then tore the sheet off of the pad and slid it into a holder on the front of the cage.

‘Mocha,’ thought Denise, ‘that’s a cute name, I guess?’ She watched as La’Quisha moved past her, to the kitten on her right.  The veterinary assistant had still not acknowledged in any way that she had heard Denise speak to her.

“Now for you,” La’Quisha smiled, as she ran her hand back into the cage to pet the second kitten.  “You look like a…Snickers to me!” And she wrote the name on the sheet of paper and placed it in the holder, exactly as before.

Denise couldn’t help it, as she watched the large woman writing, she thought, ‘She likes food names – what a surprise!’  Then it hit her – the woman was going to be giving her a name, too.  She shuddered in anticipation as she watched La’Quisha move in front of her again.  The woman’s hand went back into the cage, and Denise found herself nuzzling it as La’Quisha stroked her hair.

“Hmm,” La’Quisha mumbled, as she looked down at Denise, “your fur is a bit darker here than your sisters’ is.  I wonder if you are all from the same litter?”  Her left hand moved under Denise’s chin, touching her collar.  “And you are the only one with a collar.  It’s such a pretty pink one!”

‘Yeah,’ thought Denise, ‘that’s the only differences.’  She gasped a bit as she felt La’Quisha’s hand move away from her head, and down her front.  It felt good…she momentarily forgot about being upset at La’Quisha.  She pushed back against the woman’s hand once it started getting closer to her hips, as her mind went into a happy fog.

“Well, well, little girl, you’re in heat,” La’Quisha  exclaimed, as her hand massaged the area just above Denise’s mound.  “Your female parts feel like a warm cookie that just came out of the oven!”  Denise gasped as she felt a climax building inside her.  But before she could go over the edge, La’Quisha took her hand away.  “That’s your name – Cookie!”  She excitedly wrote the name on the paper, and put it in the holder, leaving Denise to groan weakly in disappointment.

“Mocha, Snickers, and Cookie.  Perfect!” La’Quisha gushed, as the door opened behind her, and Dr. Akira walked in.  La’Quisha turned to greet her.  “I just got done giving them names, Dr. Akira.  That was good timing!”

The doctor looked over the three females in their cages; just as with La’Quisha, she didn’t seem to acknowledge one bit that one of them was different than the other two.  She opened a drawer next to her, and removed a mask, which she attached to a tube that ran to a nearby tank.  “So,” she asked La’Quisha, “which one should we spay first?”

‘SPAY?’ Denise gasped as she heard that word.  She knew exactly what it meant, but to hear it said, and know that it was meant for her, made her tremble all over in shock.  She glanced over at the kitten to her left, which seemed oblivious to it, and at that moment, she wished that she could be like her, and not know what was about to happen.

“This one,” La’Quisha said, as she ran her hand into Denise’s cage.  “Cookie here is in heat already, so we should probably spay her first – we wouldn’t want any little tomcats to come into the office this morning and want to mate with her!”

“Oh my God,” Denise gasped, as Akira slipped her hand into the cage to confirm what her assistant had just told her.  “You can’t spay me! I’m not a cat! My name is…ohhh…” she never got the rest out, as Akira started feeling up the shocked female.

“Wow,” Akira remarked, as she continued her examination, “not only is she in heat, but she is extremely fertile.  She’s lucky a tom hasn’t impregnated her already.”  She removed her hand, as Denise shuddered hard, so close to climax again.  She felt Akira’s hand on her chest next.  “Well developed for her age, don’t you agree, La’Quisha?”

“She is, Dr. Akira,” La’Quisha replied.  “It’s almost a shame to sterilize her, but it’s the right thing to do.  We wouldn’t want a bunch of Cookie-kittens running all over the place!”  She started to stroke Denise’s head through the bars.  “Don’t worry, girl, you won’t feel a thing.  Dr. Akira is going to give you something for that!”

“No,” Denise protested, as she saw Akira holding the gas mask, and moving it towards her face.  “Can’t you see? I’m not a cat!  I don’t need to be spayed!  My name isn’t Cookie, its…uuhhh…” and Akira pushed the mask over Denise’s face, silencing her.

“She is a loud one!” La’Quisha laughed, as Akira held the mask over Denise’s face watching her succumb quickly to the anesthetic.  “Perhaps the surgery will calm her a bit?”

“It happens,” Akira stated, as she slipped her other hand under Denise’s chin, holding her head up, as the young woman lost consciousness.  “Okay, she’s out.  Let’s get Cookie into the exam room and prep her, we’ve got to get all three done by lunchtime.”

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She woke up, and stretched her limbs out.  She felt so dreamy, so happy.  She looked up, and saw the face of Derrick, as it came into focus.

“Well, look who’s awake,” he said.  “You’ve been asleep a long time, Cookie.”

‘Cookie,’ she thought, ‘my name is…Cookie…’

“Your sisters came out of anesthesia hours ago.  As a matter of fact, I’ve already found homes for them.” His hand stroked her hair, and she purred.  She looked down to see that she was lying on a soft, cushiony pillow.  Her tummy started to growl.

“You must be starving, Cookie.  I’ll get you some tuna.  You like tuna, don’t you, Cookie?”

Cookie purred as she watched him walk away, into the kitchen.  Without a thought, she got up on all fours and walked in, just as he was placing a bowl filled with tuna next to a bowl of water.  She put her head into the bowl and devoured the tuna quickly.

After a drink of water, Cookie, looked up, catching sight of something across the kitchen.  It wasn’t clear, but it looked like another cat.  She saw a pair of ears, and a tail.  She had no idea that it was just her own reflection, or that the ears and tail weren’t real, but attached to her head and rear.  She hissed at what she perceived to be another feline infringing on her territory.

“What is it, Cookie?”  Then he realized what she saw, and laughed.  “It’s just your reflection, silly pussy.  It’s not another cat.”  He pulled out a ball that had a bell inside it, and rolled it out the doorway into the next room, watching as Cookie’s attention was immediately diverted to it, and she chased it into the next room.

Derrick watched as Cookie ran off, and then he walked towards the front door, just as it started to open.  Standing there, with a smile on her face, was Dr. Akira.

Derrick went to greet her.  “Welcome home, darling,” he said as he embraced and kissed her.  She eagerly returned the affection as she walked in.  “How was your day?”

“Wonderful, and yours?” She smiled as they moved towards the sofa.  “How is our little pet?”

There was a jingling sound coming from the next room.  “She had her supper, and now she’s having playtime.”  He put his arm around his beautiful companion.  “Our little experiment is working even better than I had imagined!”

“Well, we did find the perfect subject.  I knew, when I found her on that fetish site last year, and read the stuff she posted, that we had found the right one.  She said she had dreams of being a cat, and often wondered what it would feel like to be a cat…now, she knows!”

Derrick smiled.  “That was quite a find on your part, darling.  And all of the work we did after that…planting the kittens for her to find, the pheromones I was wearing when I showed up at her house, and both of us talking to her like she was a cat…she was very susceptible to the suggestions and commands you sent into her brain through the collar, while she was under the anesthesia.”

“Exactly!  I would love to know what was running through her poor little mind while all of that was happening.  I wonder if she started believing or feeling that she was a cat even before I knocked her out?”

“I guess we may never know.  So, as long as she wears the collar, the signals will keep coming, right? She will act and think just as a cat would?”

“Right.  That’s the way it is programmed to work.  Once the collar is removed, she may eventually revert back to her former self over time – of that I can’t be sure, though.”  Akira paused for a moment, enjoying the jingling sounds that were still coming from the next room.  “I’ve always wanted to spay a human female, so this experiment gave me the perfect opportunity.  It really wasn’t that much different than spaying a cat – they both have the same parts.”

Derrick laughed.  “So, what now?  I don’t think either of us ever thought we would get this far, or have this much success; we never really talked about what we would do if this actually worked!”

“Well,” Akira replied, “I guess we have a few options.  We could always keep her as our pet.  Other than feeding her, she should be fairly inexpensive to keep.   There’s that friend of mine, who is big into the Neko community in Japan, I’m sure he would pay us handsomely for her, if we wanted to go that route.”

The jingling sound stopped suddenly.  Derrick stood up, with Akira following him.  “We better  check on her, you think?”  They walked into the next room, and stopped, laughing, as they saw what had happened: Cookie had knocked her ball underneath the cabinet and was desperately trying to find it.

“What a silly kitty!”Akira exclaimed, as she knelt down and reached under the cabinet, retrieving the ball.  Derrick picked up the confused Cookie and put her over his shoulder, as Akira stood up and walked behind him, to look at her new pet.  She took Cookie’s chin in her hand as she looked at her.  Cookie looked back at her blankly.

“Wow,” Akira marveled, “there’s just hardly anything going on in there.  Fantastic!”  She let Cookie’s head drop as she turned to Derrick.  “Come, lover, let’s go up to the bedroom with her.  I want you to ravish me! And we can keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t lose her toy again.”

“Oh, I’ll keep an eye on her, all right,” Derrick laughed, as he headed up the stairs with Cookie still over his shoulder.

The End