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Part 2

Eight boring days later, they dozed the pulp they called healthy tiger nutrition with something. I refused to eat, obviously. Haydn threw a tantrum, urging me to eat because otherwise, he was going to call the vet. So, Haydn ended up calling the vet. I was shot with what I soon realized was a narcotic, then passed out 99%. I was barely conscious enough to notice that I was dragged into a crate while the manager kept repeating, "Mind the tail! Careful! The tail."

Once outside the facility, I was assaulted by diverse scents. Interested, I sniffed - or at least, I tried to. I couldn't tell if I succeeded, and my mind was in no shape to concentrate. The magnetic current of the hovercar carried me off to sleep after more than an hour of driving.

I awoke to someone opening the crate. The security code was typed in, accompanied by annoying beeping whenever a number was added. After ten beeps or so, the lock clicked, and the top of the cage was lifted. I glanced towards the intruding light, squinting against its brightness and cursing the damn narcotic for making my eyes so sensitive. I was given another dose.

I kept growling to show my discontent, but no one cared. I was sulking for two hours straight before I got tired of it and decided that I might as well get back to sleep. It was restless, though. My slumber was deep yet consisting of intervals that felt very small, making it exhausting to sleep as time went on. I couldn't really stay awake though, either.

Someone knocked onto my crate. "You alright, Kitty?"

I didn't answer - and if I ever decided to do so, it wouldn't be because someone called me Kitty. I'm not a damn lap cat, after all.

"Kitty?" Another knock.

"Hey!" My ears perked up at the brusque shout. "Get away from the crate, man. He's dangerous."

"But aren't we supposed to check on him? Because of the narcotics and stuff..."

"Yeah, well, we're also supposed to stay away from the crate. It's not like that beast is talking anyway."

The men retreated, and I went back to being bored. Sometime later, I was starting to feel hungry. It got to the point that I was craving food, and I also really needed to go through the bathroom. The absence of anything to drink helped with that predicament, though. I soon started suspecting that we'd been travelling for almost a day already.

After the third injection, my bladder let loose, and the men tending to me cursed when the vet told them to clean me up - and the crate. There was a lot of, 'Careful with the tail!' again but also a reasonable amount of, 'Fuck, these claws.' I growled constantly while they bathed me, earning insults right and left. The narcotics knocked me out before they were done with me.

Eventually, I was put down in a place that smelled slightly familiar. I sniffed at the air, trying to discover where I was. The scent was faint though, and only when Mr Ross spoke up did I recognize it. "Thank you. Was everything alright during the trip?"

"Yeah, except the beast kept snarling like mad even when no one was around."

Ross chuckled and clapped the crate. The sound of the metal vibrating resonated in my ears, making me frown at the dull headache it brought along. I didn't get what Ross said next, only the man's response.

"Should be a little dazed for another three hours, but who knows with that thing. Needed twice the usual dose to knock him out, and he still wasn't really knocked out most of the time."

"Well, thank you for bringing him home-" My eyes snapped wide open. "-safe and sound. I'll be taking things from here."

Home? My voice buzzed against my lips in a tired but very disagreeing growl. I didn't have a home, and I definitely wasn't going to find it with this man. My brooding ended when the crate was filled with high-pitched beeping right before the lid was lifted.

"Well, good morning to you, too."

Ross chuckled, and I show him what a nice set of fangs I had. Unimpressed, he patted my back. His fingers stilled briefly when their tips touched my fur, and he hummed appreciatively. Then, he stroked me unabashedly as if he wasn't touching my body without my permission. I kept voicing my disapproval, and Ross kept petting me.

When he had enough or for whatever other reason, he snaked his arms around my chest beneath my shoulders and dragged me up. He adjusted his hold to lift me into his arms and carried me around. I glanced at the sleek furniture, all white and shiny without a speck of dirt.

A cleaning robot whizzed past his feet, silently going about its work. My tail rocked slightly while my eyes were following the device around. Ross stopped to look at what had caught my interest but apparently found nothing he deemed worthy of attention.

He carried me into a bedroom. The sight of the large bed was enough to make me nauseous, but my guts contorted once I saw the cage. A row of metal bars was separating a stripe of the room from the rest. I was put down behind them, on a blanket covering most of the cold tiles. When I let out another discontent growl, Ross thought it wise to fondle at my ears.

I felt violated.

I shut up pointedly.

He still didn't refrain from petting me, though. Instead, he sat down next to me, hip resting against my side. I pawed at his hand, and my claws caught on the sleeve of his jacket without piercing the fabric. My hand was suspended in the air until Ross removed it with a sigh. He resumed his assault on my ear.

"You know, Moondrop-" My ears twitched at the mention of my name and made out his surprised intake of breath. "You like being called by your name?"

What an idiot. I snarled with the tenacity of a heavily drugged predator.

He shook his head at me. "We need to work on your attitude, though I can't say I don't like the challenge."

Sighing, he stood up and brushed his hands across his pants as if there was dirt to get rid of - or pet hair. "But it's what I bought you for, isn't it? Never really got the hang of all these docile cats and doggies following at their master's heels."

I didn't like the way he was smiling at me like he was looking forward to the confrontation. No one's regarded me with such eyes before, and I got the feeling that his attitude was going to make life harder for me. He didn't seem to be the type that was easily bullied into fear.

I averted my gaze, staring at the metal bars. My sight was still fuzzy this close, so I close my eyes, still drowsy anyway. Ross wasn't leaving though, but I tried to ignore his presence. It worked well until a gust of pheromones hit me that made my nostrils flare and my body tense. I didn't need to look at him to know that the man was aroused.

I released a discouraging growl, yet he remained standing nearby. In my state of alarm, my senses accentuated, and I heard his shaky breathing, then spit rushing across his gum as he gulped. There was the rustling of skin rubbing against skin. I kept my eyes closed and finally, he left, feet shuffling across the floor.

I curled up into a more comfortable position in a corner, my back resting against the wall for protection. I placed my head so that I was going to see the door immediately upon opening my eyes, then gave in to my dazed state. I was looking forward to being able to think and move freely again, especially because then I won't have to worry about this pervert laying hands on me again.

His scent lingered in the air, making it hard to fall asleep properly. My pedigree included high fertility, which came with a potent sex drive that I had never given into before – and that wasn't going to change now. Still, the heat seeping through my body was irritating. It slowly made its way along my spine, travelling along my limbs to the tips of my paws and tail.

I snarled annoyed and shifted my legs to make room for my swollen member. Apparently, touching it was supposed to bring pleasure, but I didn't want to go down that road, so I always stayed clear of it. Being around a horny human was proving difficult though, despite Ross not even being in the same room.

I looked around the room in search for a window to get rid of his stench, yet only found them outside my caged area. Scowling, I adjusted the blanket so I could lie on it and cover my private parts at the same time. After all, I didn't want the human to get any more weird ideas than he obviously already had.