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  Alpha’s Kitty

  Aria Adams

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  Aria Adams

  Alpha’s Kitty

  EBook ISBN: 978-1-947132-23-8

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  Cover Art by ABCD Graphics & Design

  This book contains fantasy themes appropriate for mature readers only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

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  Chapter 1

  Kitty

  My journey to becoming a pet began when I was born in a kitten farm on the planet Felyna. All my life I’d been raised to know Felynes—as our subspecies of humanoid was called—only had one purpose; to be exported to one of the bipedal planets and sold to an owner.

  My journey to being owned by one of the most powerful men in the galaxy began about eighteen years after I was born. I think it was a Tuesday. At breakfast time, I knew something was up because the handlers had put cinnamon in our morning milk, and they only ever did that to calm us. But the vet had checked us all over a week ago, so he wasn’t due again for at least three months. What other reason would they need to give us the mild sedative?

  Still, cinnamon worked because none of us could resist it. As I rested on my forearms and knees, my face buried in my bowl of milk, Mama-kitten came to talk to me and my sisters. She lumbered over to us, her atrophied limbs struggling to support the weight of her heavily pregnant body. It was very rare for Mama-kitten to get up from her nesting spot.

  “You’re old enough, now, little ones, to know what will happen today.” Her voice was a rasp. She was quite old, compared to the other mama-kittens that pranced around ripe with their second or third litters. Our mama-kitten wasn’t sleek and beautiful. The three of us had been her twelfth litter. But I loved Mama-kitten with all my heart. She always took care of us.

  Both my sisters looked up and mewled. I continued lapping my tongue at the milk, even though I was listening.

  “The twitching in my tail tells me today is your last day here. The handlers will take you soon.”

  “Where will we go, Mama?” my tortoiseshell sister asked.

  She shook her head slowly. “I don’t know exactly what it’s like, but I’ve listened to enough conversations between the handlers over the years to pick up a few things. You will each find a new owner, someone who will cherish you and treat you as their pet. Kitties are rare, wherever you’re going. Everyone will want you. But only if you are good.”

  “What happens if we’re not good enough?” my charcoal-colored sister asked. She flicked her ears as she worried.

  “You will not be brought back here. Persistently naughty kitties go to a place of more pain and punishment than you could imagine. If they still don’t behave, they get put to sleep. Forever.”

  We collectively stopped drinking milk to stare at her in shock.

  “How do we avoid that, Mama?” My charcoal-colored sister looked ready to faint. She had always been the most delicate of our litter.

  “No kitty of mine should ever go to the bad place. I raised you better than that. Don’t bite or scratch. Don’t resist. Don’t ask questions.” The same as here, then. We all knew better than to fight the handlers, no matter what they wanted to do.

  She lumbered back to her sleeping spot, having showered us with the wisdom of her long life. None of us wondered how she knew what was beyond this place. We never asked how she knew so many things. Our mama-kitten had lived long, and was so wise, it seemed perfectly reasonable to us that she might know everything.

  I tried to settle, but I felt restless. I was waiting for the handlers to take us. My sisters seemed unconcerned, and they licked each other’s fur and curled up beneath the high-up heating vent as though it were any normal day. Had they even listened to Mama-kitten?

  We had finished our lunch—more of the thick cinnamon milk—when the handlers appeared. They waded into the pens, grabbing kittens and shoving them in big crates. At first, they seemed to have forgotten us, and I secretly hoped we could stay here, so nothing would change and we would never have to leave Mama-kitty.

  I yowled as someone gripped me by the scruff of my neck, lifting me off my forearms and knees. I was unceremoniously dropped into a crate, but being a kitten, I landed safely.

  Looking around the crate, I was relieved to see my sisters were in the same container as me. One had charcoal-colored hair and ears with a white tail and the other was tortoiseshell all over. There were some other kittens, too, but I barely recognized them, except in passing. There were thousands of kittens in the pens; it was impossible to know every single one.

  My charcoal sister stared around the big crate with wide eyes as more kittens were dropped inside. I crawled over to her and rubbed my cheek against hers.

  “I’m scared,” she whispered.

  “I know.” I wished there was something I could say to reassure her, but I had no idea what was about to happen.

  The lid banged closed over us and we were left in near-darkness. The only light came through gaps between the wood. My eyes took a couple of seconds to adjust.

  “I can’t breathe,” she quavered, her voice growing louder. She had always been fearful, even when the rest of us were inquisitive and playful. New things terrified her. The other kittens in the pens had often teased her, and I’d gotten into more than one catfight defending her.

  “We’re going to die in here,” she gasped, her eyes impossibly getting even wider. “We’re going to suffocate.”

  “What’s wrong with her?” A pure white cat prowled over, looking at my sister like she was cat shit. I glared at the newcomer, furious that she was bothering us.

  “Leave her alone.” I stuck my chin out in the hope of being more intimidating.

  “There’s no air! There’s no air!” My sister’s voice got louder and more shrill.

  “Shut her up!” The white cat bared her teeth.

  I arched my back and hissed at the bully. My claws elongated from my fingertips and I was ready to fight her. Instead of following through, the white cat shrank back, melding into the sea of other kittens stuffed into this big crate. Coward. Couldn’t even back up her words.

  Once she was gone, I rubbed my face against my sister’s cheek again and spoke to her in low tones.

  “You’re safe, Sister,” I told her. “I will keep you safe.”

  The crate lurched from side to side, making us all tumble a little as we got our balance. My sister squeaked but she didn’t make any other sounds. I hop
ed she had calmed herself and come to terms with what was happening. We were moving to our new life. Whether Mama-kitten was right about what awaited us, I didn’t know, but I wanted my sisters to have that perfect life we’d been told about. They deserved that.

  * * *

  Kitty

  We had traveled for a long time. All of us were weary and thirsty. My stomach said we’d missed at least two meals when the front of the crate was thrown open. I squinted and blinked in the daylight, before enormous men wearing white coats reached in with long metal poles and corralled us out of the crate.

  Amongst the other kittens, I now stood on all fours on the shiny floor of a big, white-walled room. There were metal tables high above us. The bipedal men picked up a couple of kittens and examined them.

  “Runts.” They snapped their necks on the spot. A collective silence fell across the rest of us. I shuddered and huddled closer to my anxious sister, ready to protect her but afraid that I wasn’t strong enough. These men were going to inspect her, and if she was found lacking, they would kill her. I would fight them with every breath in my body before I allowed them to hurt her, but I knew that would probably just result in me being harmed, too.

  “Whatever happens, stay quiet and obedient,” I urged my charcoal sister. She nodded, and I felt her whiskers quivering against my face. I touched her tail with mine, to comfort her. When we were very young, we used to play together, tangling our tails up so we could be attached forever, like twins sometimes were.

  The men reached down and picked up a couple more kittens. After looking them over, they put them on a conveyor belt. In total, a half-dozen kittens weren’t good enough. They were killed immediately.

  The numbers dwindled and I had my claws ready to scratch anyone who found my sister lacking. I and my sisters were the last to be put on the conveyor belt. When we were, I started breathing again. She was safe. For now.

  “It’s moving. Where’s it taking us? It’s pulling us to our doom!” My charcoal sister was whispering urgently to herself, scratching and biting at the conveyor belt, and flicking her tail in distress. I interrupted her by nosing the side of her body.

  “Stop. You have to stop. Good kitties get to go to the good place, remember?” I wasn’t sure I believed it, but she needed to calm herself. I whispered soothing things into her ear and she settled down, but the damage had already been done. The conveyor belt was ripped and had chunks bitten out of it where she’d attacked it.

  I pulled her beside me and nuzzled her neck to quiet her. My tortoiseshell sister was trying to help by singing a lullaby.

  The conveyor took us through a doorway protected by hanging strips of plastic. On the other side, we saw kittens being sorted into baskets and taken away into myriad rooms.

  “They’re going to find them good homes,” I told my charcoal sister, and my tortoiseshell sister nodded in agreement. She might even have believed it, for she was completely calm.

  When we reached the end of the conveyor, it was switched off and a huge man in a white coat glared down at us.

  “Which of you did this?” He pointed at the damage to the conveyor belt. His voice had a menacing tone that made my sisters whimper. My charcoal sister opened her mouth and I knew I had to protect her at all costs. Men who could break a kitten’s neck so easily were not going to be kind to a kitten who had damaged their property. I was stronger than her.

  “I did.” My voice rang out clearly, and my sisters stared at me.

  “Don’t do this,” my charcoal sister begged.

  “Keep her safe,” I urged my tortoiseshell sister, as the man roughly grabbed me by the scruff of my neck. I watched my sisters being put into a basket by another man, and I had to hope they would have the happy life we’d all been promised, as we were separated.

  I was turned to face the man who had picked me up.

  “You just volunteered for Corellia,” he snarled. I had no idea what that meant, but I was dumped in a basket with two other kittens, both of whom had scratches on their bodies. They must have been fighting in the crate.

  “What’s Corellia?” I asked. They widened their eyes and shook their heads. One of them began to cry quietly.

  The basket was loaded into a tiny crate, where we could barely move. The front was a latticework of metal, with holes in it, so it was easy to see where we were going.

  We were put onto a spaceship and I went to sleep.

  Chapter 2

  Kitty

  When I awoke, I was on a table, lying on my back. Two bipeds stared down at me with expressionless faces. It always confused me how their noses stuck out so far, and the fact their ears were shell-shaped and at the sides of their head, instead of furry triangles on top like mine.

  “No signs of injury.” A male voice sounded surprised and confused.

  “Restrain her.” A female voice held no emotion.

  The male grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs straight, making my muscles stretch. Metal shackles emerged from the table and wrapped around my wrists and ankles. This position felt weird and unnatural after a lifetime of crawling around on all fours.

  “Initiating fur removal.” The woman pressed some buttons on a control panel and a wide, red laser beam appeared on one of my legs, just above the restraints. It stung like fire and I shook from the pain.

  After a few seconds, the stench of burning flesh made me retch. The laser moved slowly over my body, and I had to grit my teeth hard, but I refused to cry here.

  The only places they left hair were my tail, head, ears, eyebrows and lashes.

  “The redness will persist for up to forty-eight hours if we don’t use the cooling spray,” the man remarked.

  “And?” The woman seemed unconcerned.

  “It might reduce her sale price. We’ve discussed this before.”

  The woman sighed. A moment later, a cold mist covered my body, taking away the burn from the laser, and soothing my skin. My relief didn’t last long, however. They unshackled me and turned me onto my front, before shackling me again. This time, they restrained my tail, too.

  “Seems ridiculous, doesn’t it, that we bring these Felynes from the planet of cats and then we surgically alter them so they look more human,” the man remarked.

  “Not really. She’ll keep her ears, which is what owners want, and she still has her weird, flat nose. Hold her down, if she struggles I might cut off more than her tail.”

  I looked around and saw the woman held a giant pair of pliers. Ice ran through my veins as I realized what she was going to do.

  “No! Please! Not my tail!” I begged. “Please don’t take my tail!”

  My voice became shrill and my claws came out, but I couldn’t defend myself when I was tied down like this.

  “Should have thought of that before you misbehaved,” the woman said coldly. “Your claws are going, too.”

  I tried to pull free, but the metal shackles kept my limbs in place and the man’s big hands squeezed my lower back, stopping me from arching up off the table.

  Cold metal closed around the base of my tail and my breathing became shallower. The bitch did it slowly, gradually tightening the pliers as unbelievable agony shot through my spine. I felt the vertebrae in my tail being crushed and I screamed uncontrollably. Kept screaming, as she squeezed the pliers around my beautiful tail, and I felt the moment when it fell off, flopping with a dull thump against one of my legs. The pain kept going, and I couldn’t stop shrieking until I passed out from agony and lack of air.

  * * *

  Kitty

  I opened my eyes. I was still shackled to the table. My fingers were sore. They were bandaged, and I understood the bipeds had taken my claws while I was unconscious. I couldn’t even begin to process that because I was too upset about my tail.

  A residual deep ache and surface burn above my butt cheeks reminded me that my tail was really gone. Despite my promise to myself, I cried. Losing my tail was too much.

  Never again would I flick it idly as I thought
, or wag it slowly to show my frustration. How would other cats know how I felt, if I couldn’t move my tail to show them?

  Worse, I didn’t know if I was still a kitten. What kind of a cat had no tail? I wanted to lick the wound but I couldn’t even do that, restrained as I was.

  “She’s awake,” the man said.

  “Took long enough. Chip her, so she can’t run away.” A cold thing was placed on either side of my clit and my first, terrified thought was another pair of pliers was about to mutilate me. I whimpered. With a quick pop, the thing clicked closed and my nether regions were filled with an intimate fiery burn like nothing I’d ever experienced; it hurt so bad my cheeks flushed, but as my clit swelled, it started to feel like when the other kittens would lick me, there. The confusing mixture of pain and pleasure left me silent.

  “What does she feel like internally?” the woman asked. A finger slid into my pussy and I gasped at the unwanted intrusion. It felt like the final insult.

  “Tight. Intact.” The finger slid out before pressing at my other hole. This time, the penetration burned and I yowled a little. “Very tight. Someone will enjoy breaking her in.” His finger slid back out again, but I was left with a sense of foreboding because I didn’t completely understand what they were talking about.

  “Nipples?” The woman sounded disinterested.

  The man pinched my nipples and I squealed with pain, but like when my clit had been hurt, it quickly turned to a delicious pleasure that traveled down to my pussy and made shameful wetness trickle out of me.