Now, it was fashionable in the bordellos of central Europe to use small, black-skinned boys, so our boy came in such a house. No-one cared what his name was; they called him just Murli (‘the little black one’) and the proprietor of the bordello liked the boy’s cries and tears when the large cocks of his customers thrust into Murli’s arse and mouth. But small boys become tall boys in time, and some day Murli himself squirted white sap from his little pee-pee, and his owner could now make no more money with him.

What now?, the bordello owner asked himself, but another one came, who had women as customers, women that liked teenagers. He bought Murli. Murli’s new owner gave him, in addition to his budding virility, testosterone, and he let him work out. And Murli got a perfect, fit body in time, muscular but not overly so, and he was indeed perpetually lustful. But the best thing was that Murli did not get used to the pain and the rapings to which his owner’s customers subjected him. It really tormented him, and many, many women lusted for Murli, making his owner rich. But teenagers grow into young men, and so came the time at which Murli was to be sold as work slave because he became too old for prostitution. It did not do that he was now a very good lover, and a fine acrobat to boot: he was still sold.

That decided, Murli was auctioned. There were so many strong, young men in the flower of their years, who had to toil in factories, plantations, and mines, until they dropped dead after a few years, at most ten of them, because they were forced to work sixteen hours a day, without rest, but remained under-provided. So he was sold for a few doubloons. The woman who had bought him had bought many work slaves, but she had in mind something different for Murli, for Murli moved lithely and elegantly. This was not trained, but just his natural way of movement, and his muscles flexed wonderfully under the black skin. Something like this she had sought for a long time. And she had embosomed the handsome boy with the pleading look in his eyes in an instant.

While the other slaves were packed into a transport, Murli was allowed to travel in her sedan. Miss Doris – that was his new mistress’ name – lived in a mansion within a garden so large that it was nearly a park. There was even a swimming pool over which you could move a roof for winter use. Miss Doris, however, disliked men that were her equal, and so she was not married. But she had three children, all from different fathers from the sperm bank. The oldest one was eight years old, and the youngest, three. And she had many household slaves that took care of everything.

Miss Doris was not an old woman, only a few years older than Murli. She led him to her sleeping room and commanded him to show her his skills. If he did not satisfy her, she said, he would work in one of the factories that made her father rich, and die soon. And Murli struggled to satisfy her. He noticed soon that she liked it very rough, and he gave it to her.

As Murli was allowed to rest besides her, she grabbed a telephone and arranged this and arranged that.

Soon after, a minibus with a blue cross on it came and took Murli away. In a clinic, he was measured and scaled, the doctors said used incomprehensible vocabulary, they spoke with Miss Doris, but they did not talk to Murli, who was only a slave. And one day, they commanded him to lie in a bed. He received an injection and knew no more.

When he awoke, he felt weak and strange. He thought this was the way one felt if one had been drunk: he was dizzy, and he had a headache. He rose because he had to go to the toilet, and he found a mirror there in which he cold see himself as a whole. Then, he noticed something: why could he see in near dark? He sought for a light switch and found it. The room became brightly lighted.

When he looked into the mirror, Murli did not recognize himself anymore.

The first thing he noticed was the fine, short fur that covered his body, but still let Murli show his strong but lithe body. Then, there were his eyes. They were now of a greenish yellow, and the pupils were vertically slit. Furthermore, it seemed to him as if the eyes were now larger and slanted. Finally, it had been difficult for him to recognize colors. He did not see them in all their saturation, he was nearly color-blind now. On the other hand, he could see slightest differences of brightness, and he could see in nearly complete darkness. Curious, he continued to behold his reflection.

In place of his broad negro nose, there was a small, triangular cat nose in what was not in a human face, but on the end of a feline snout. Below the nose, there were now the lips of a cat, complete with whiskers. Well, Murli hadn’t liked his nose and lips anyway, he would have preferred the shapes of his white masters. That, thought Murli, was actually good …

Murli opened his mouth. His regular teeth were gone. In place of his four incisors, there were six small ones, and the canine teeth were now large, as if they were made to catch and hold. Behind them, the molars looked like small, white mountains, made to shear up meat and bones. His tongue had small barbs, and instinctively, he tried them to comb his fur, which worked perfectly.

On the head were proper cat ears. He even could turn them after a few tries. When he felt for his old human ears, he did not find them. He said a few words, but they did not come with his usual voice but with something that sounded like speaking and meowing at the same time. The words themselves were clear, though. When he listened, he noticed that he now could hear farther and subtler sounds, and more of them to boot. And, concluding his watching of his head, his curled hair was replaced by a long, straight, silky, thick black mane that fell to his breast and blade bone. It fit to his fur. It was beautiful.

He examined now his fur. He pulled out a few hairs, but that hurt as if that hair was grown into his skin like natural hair. Murli assumed exactly this after the experience with his head. And he discovered that he had no human finger nails anymore, but retractable claws, just like a cat. His toes had them, too. The palms and the soles had pads, protecting him well enough not to need shoes anymore. His fur was warm, so he needed no clothes, too. Not that he had worn much in his life. He was clad with light clothing when he (rarely) left his work place as a prostitute.

Additionally to his little ‘tail’ in his crotch, a long tail grew him in continuation of his spine. He could move it, and instinctively he recognized the tail’s helpfulness for acrobatics. Now he examined his penis. He found that it was hidden in a skin crease. He tried … yes, it came out, already hard and still growing. The hardness, however, was strange, as if a rod was hidden in the shaft.

Finally, he realize it: they had made him into a kind of male cat. He had lost his humanity. Confusion and tentativeness fell over him, and he ran back to the bed, sitting on it. Without really thinking about it, he changed position as the tail was bent uncomfortably.

When he thought over it, he had to admit that he liked his new feline body more than his old human one before.

Dawn changed into a bright day, and a man came who served Murli his breakfast: cat food and water, but at least, a spoon came along, and the water was in a jug, accompanied by a glass. Half an hour later, the man came again and led him into a hall without chairs, but soft mattresses on which he could sit comfortably. Other slaves were there that were dressed as animals, mostly ponies and dogs. But he also saw other cats, three wolves and a rabbit. Murli fancied to chase and hunt the bunny.

A man came in and explained some things. Murli heard that he and the others now were legally animals, not humans and slaves. Animals were severely protected since many species became extinct. For example, all felines – cats, lion, tigers, and so on – died in 2097 within a year, just died away, and nobody could do something about this. Some people said that the felines left this world because it was not worth living in it anymore. Dogs and horses stayed, but rabbits were also away, along with the wolves. But the biomed industry had a solution: you take a slave and transform him, and you can take many wishes into account, too. The man called Murli and a beautiful, white, long-haired cat to himself as examples. While they had transformed the white longhair completely – she had to tread on all fours, to say the least – they had made Murli into a kind of anthropomorphic manga furry, going on two legs and being still able to grip in the human way. Ordinary people who could not afford to transform a slave had to do with robots that were shaped in animal form.

Murli and the longhair were sent back, and they sat side to side now. When Murli asked for her name, he got back just a blank look. That confused Murli a bit, but then, he realized that they had not transformed not only her body completely, but also her mind. She had heard a cat’s voice and did not comprehend his words.

At last, the man explained that they now had all the senses and instincts of their new species and that they would be thought to settle in.

Murli and the long-haired beauty, which was called Fluffy, were led away immediately. The came into another hall where there were many interesting toys, and they were allowed to play freely with them.

Hah! What joy it was to chase after moving things or watch them moving! What fun it was to frolic high under the roof on beams and platforms, climbing and jumping!

And it was best to chase Fluffy, who lured Murli with her faint, appetizing smell and longing, calling meows but turned him down at the same time. But eventually, she moved her tail to the side. Murli bit softly in her neck and thrust his throbbing, stiff penis into her vagina. Fluffy now meowed softly and purred simultaneously while Murli moved his tomcat penis with the barblike nobs on the baculum in her. When he had finished, he let go her neck, and in an instant, she turned around and gave him a slap into the face with claws out: it had really hurt her. That is, she wanted to. Murli had expected that instinctively and dodged already away. He fell off the platform, but a net caught him safely. Not long after that, Fluffy lured him again. He could not resist.

When he fell the next time, he had his body better under control. And after the third time, he fell right onto his legs and arms.

The men who had transformed Murli and Fluffy saw all that through their camera system, and the were delighted because the transformations had gone so well. The conditioning chips in the heads of the new cats worked perfectly.

Weeks went by. Miss Doris came sometimes to check on the progress. She talked much with Murli about her home and how beautiful it was. And he learned to use his partly feline body; his ears were more sensitive now, and he could hear sounds that no true human ever could hear, and thanks to his whiskers, he could even ‘see’ moving things in total darkness when his light-sensitive new eyes failed, for he sensed the moving air that he put together to images in his mind. Murli preferred now the night to stay awake, and he loved to stride around, frolic, and learn new things. Slowly, he nearly forgot that he still was genetically human, for he felt so good in his cat skin that had literally replaced his old human one. He took care of his fur, and it was always clean and sleek. Nobody bound him, nobody tortured him, nobody forced him to have sex that he did not desire it. Murli was happy.

One day, Miss Doris came and took Murli away. He looked forward to live in Miss Doris’ home. He rubbed his head against hers, purred and licked the sweat from her skin. She laughed out loudly because it tickled so much.

When they arrived, a man was already waiting for them.

He was reclining in a deck chair at the pool and had a shot of whiskey in his hands. Besides him, there was a large black bag.

He rose up.

“Ah, Doris!”, he said. “Shall we begin immediately?”

“If you like … Murli, this is Uncle Joseph. He will medicate you a last time.”

“Again a surgery?”, Murli asked anxiously.

“Yes, but it will hurt very much. You know, it has to be because your transformation cost so much. Uncle Joseph put in a good word for me, and after the transformation, you feel well, don’t you? In exchange, he may operate on you without having you anesthetized.”

“What will he do?”

“He will castrate you …”

“No!”, Murli meowed piteously in protest. “Please, no! I don’t want to be castrated. I like to play with cats, and I like to beget them!”

“Why, you may, Murli, my darling. You already got implanted glands that will keep your lust up, and I promise to you that it will be stronger than before. But I want to have unprotected Sex with you, but no children. You do apprehend this, don’t you?”

Even if he pushed it away willingly that he was human, a slave: this talk brought back the fact. And when he put himself into her place, he saw that his mistress didn’t want a child from a slave, especially one you could recognize as a slave’s child. And he knew that he indeed fared better now as a pet than as a human. Murli's sigh came out as a small meow when he nodded in acceptance.”

“There!”, Miss Doris said, smiling.

In the meantime, the children had come. They liked to watch, but Miss Doris sent them away again. It would be too gruesome.

Uncle Joseph sent one of his slaves for the gynecological chair, onto which already straps were mounted. Murli knew such things from his youth, when women had played doctor, using Murli as patient. Uncle Joseph was thus a sadist. That was why he wanted to hear Murli’s cries of pain.

Again softly meowing, Murli sat down into the treatment chair and laid his arms and legs into the splints. Uncle Joseph insisted on binding Murli personally after fitting the chair to Murli’s build. Then, he gave Murli an injection that kept Murli awake. He would not be saved by unconsciousness after too much pain.

Uncle Joseph broke out his tools. He sanitized everything and began. Miss Doris had preferred to leave, for she could not actually watch what was coming. She really wanted to give this slave a better life than he could have expected. But without ‘Uncle’ Joseph’s advocacy (he was actually a friend of the family) she could not have afforded the transformation, surgery and training and all, because her father was a bit stingy when it came to cash. For his advocacy, this dirty pervert of a doctor had demanded this. She would have just sterilized Murli, anesthesia included, of course, but this way, without anesthesia, and a castration to boot, that was not only illegal, but amoral, too, to an animal. But that she treated the slaves which she had bought along with Murli much worse by working them slowly top death for her father’s profit, that did not come to her mind. Humans that were not rich enough were worth less than animals, even less than animals that were human slaves before.

On the first cut, Murli made an ear-piercing, wailing yowl that gave one the creeps. Miss Doris ran to Murli and petted him for comfort. Murli indeed was comforted and felt accepted into the house. But the pain did not go away, but his own purring that came instinctively calmed himself.

With the second cut, Uncle Joseph removed the scrotum. He left a small flap for sewing the would later. His mouth watered, and his cock hardened. It was almost painful as it tried to escape the briefs.

He took heatable hemostatic forceps to close up the blood vessels and the spermatic ducts, as close as possible to the crotch. Murli kept wailing, and he kept purring, too, because he liked Miss Doris’ comfort. Uncle Joseph misinterpreted that purring, however.

The forceps heated up and burnt the tissue of the vessels. It disinfected and permanently closed them. Now, Uncle Joseph cut off the testicles with the scalpel. Murli almost did not feel it.

Uncle Joseph gave the testicles to a waiting slave. Then, he began to sew the flap over the wound. Murli felt this indeed and yelled and yowled again while still purring. Miss Doris felt guilty.

Uncle Joseph just had to admire the work of his classmate, Dr Tobias Kuhn. He only knew that the skin was made from genetically altered ancestral cells which were removed from the patient himself and provoked no immune defense whatsoever. It grew in fast, and it was wonderful. However, Uncle Joseph had finished now.

Nearly. Er applied the healing ointment and dressed the wound in a way so that Murli could urinate and defecate. Then, he could no longer hold it. He opened his doctor’s coat and let down his pants. His penis stood to attention, hard and throbbing.

“Oh no!”, Miss Doris cried. “You will not do that! He has suffered enough!”

In fact, Murli still moaned softly.

“I could force you to honor the acceptance bill, Girlie, and then, you are ruined, or I tear it apart before your eyes, if you let me taste that cute little kitten!”

“You pig! You pervert pig! Do it, then, and disappear from my life for good!”, cried Miss Doris, and tears began to appear in her eyes.

You did not need to tell this Uncle Joseph a second time. He ordered lubrication gel from his slave and smeared it on his cock, immediately penetrating Murli into the anus.

As soon as the testicles were removed, the artificial testosterone glands had kicked in, and Murli reacted at once. “Mrr! Mioh!, Meow! Mraa!”, it went on, because Murli was very very aroused by the cock in his anus. In unbearable arousal, he threw his head around and drooled.

“See! He likes it!”, said Uncle Joseph gasping with his own arousal.

But he could not hold it long, and soon, he squirted out his white cream of lust into Murli. At once, he removed his penis. Then, he gave Murli an injection, the antidote to the stay-awake drug mixed with a painkiller and a tranquilizer. Murli fell into sleep very soon.

“The dressing should remain there for a week, and then, it’s good”, Uncle Joseph said businesslike.

“The bill!”, Miss Doris said.

“Ah! Well, I almost had forgotten it”, Uncle Joseph grinned. He fetched the bill, while his slave had set up an electric grill, on which he roasted Murli’s testicles. Uncle Joseph got them served on a small plate and enjoyed them thoroughly. Miss Doris disappeared, having a face green with nausea. Murli could not go away, but he slept anyway and did not notice what happened to his testicles.

After that, Uncle Joseph ordered the slave to unstrap Murli. Murli was laid into a deck chair, and the slave brought the gynecological chair. Uncle Joseph and his slave drove away.

Miss Doris came back and laid herself into a deck chair at Murli’s side. She fell asleep and awoke not until nightfall had happened.

Miss Doris remained true to her intent and promise. Murli had now his own large room with gymnastic devices and cat toys in it, which he enjoyed immensely, And he helped the house slaves when he was bored, and he received treats and caressings. Miss Doris’ children played with him, and sometimes he went to school with Dana, the eldest daughter. There, he even learned to read and write.

Yes: Murli was free to move about on his own and to do what he liked. He got a nice, black collar with then name and address of Miss Doris so that he could not get lost, and for the winter, he received boots and a poncho. He did not need more because the fur (which grew even thicker in winter) kept him war,. He explored the house and its surroundings, and he found other cats with which he became friends and played with them. Among them, there were Bastet, an agouti-colored beauty who looked like the goddess she was named for: tall, lean and upright. And Murli took lovingly away her fear of touch she had because she had been abused, too, for a long time. Sometimes, he mated with her human-wise because he wanted to look in her wonderful orange eyes. The other cats found that funny.

Murli was a free cat for almost all practical purposes. He did not want to be human anymore, but that what he already was. A puss, and sometimes, when it was very cold, even a puss in boots

Only when Miss Doris desired Murli’s company and wide experience as a lover, she would give her computer a command. The command would, via GPS and the mobile phone network, go into Murli’s head, where the conditioning chip executed it. And then, Murli felt an irresistible longing for Miss Doris. He would let go anything he was doing and would run to his beloved mistress, and he would always know where Miss Doris was when she called him. Most of the time, she already was waiting for him, undressed and craving to receive his hard penis with its barb-likes knobs in it. He now could sustain mating much longer than in the past because he could now control the time when his orgasm would set in. So did her very roughly, using his claws and teeth, just as she liked it, and he gave her many orgasms each time until she was too exhausted for another one.

So they fucked happily thereafter.