Kitten woke as she usually did, as the sun from the high window touched her face. She yawned and stretched then got up and waited by her cell door. She'd been laying, as she usually did on an old, once thick but much worn blanket on the hard concrete floor. She didn't notice the discomfort anymore. She didn't know it but it was her twentieth birthday and the end of two years of hard training were nearly at a close. She dressed swiftly in the plain cotton shift that all the Nekos wore. It finished shortly above her knee and was comfortable with a hole for her long tail to poke freely from the back. She'd never owned any underclothes although she'd seen pictures in the education classes and looked in wonder at the many designs available. Kitten was a young beautiful neko with physique carefully and painstakingly designed to be pleasing to men. She didn't have a name, though she knew that in time, if she passed her proving, her new owner might grant her one. She knew she had an identifying number, but didn't know what it was. Numeracy was not part of the curriculum for the Nekos.
Some sixty years ago Nekos had emerged as the human genone sort new avenues of evolution. Both male and female examples emerged. The males could be fierce and warlike and some were specially selected more military training where they made excellent stealth troops. The females were found to be naturally gentle and friendly and soon became prized in high society as the ultimate luxury item. It could have ended there, but the huge global corporations saw an opportunity to profit and embarked on hugely costly, but ultimately profitable selective breeding program. Now, several corporations had entire operations dedicated to providing the ultimate pets at more affordable prices. The market broadened according to the tastes of the consumer and some businesses successfully created more feline than human specimens. These creatures had their intelligence artificially lowered and became truly the overgrown replacement for the traditional house cat. Other businesses catered for less publicised but far more popular end of the market. With the correct conditioning and training Neko females were found to be ideal 'companion pets' as they were marketed. Such had been the scientific progress that a prospective owner could choose his pet's looks and then select a behavioural model and be in receipt of their very own kitten trained to perfection over a two year program.
Kitten's door swung open, along with the seven other cell doors in her block. She walked smartly out into the corridor waiting with the other seven 'trainees.' Their scents were familiar but along with the usual she detected a hint of nervousness. She knew why, today was the start of the 'provings' a rigorous series of tests that marked their final hurdle before sale and the meeting of their owners. Kitten wondered if she should be worried, she had tried to pay attention in all her lessons. And had been praised by the tutors in her practical lessons. The eight of them walked in a neat line into the main hall, a large long room at the centre of the facility, attached by corridors to four blocks of eight cells. In the room were two rows of feeding bowls, ready prepared with the nourishing but pretty tasteless broth that they all ate twice a day. Kitten took her place between two others and knelt to lap at her breakfast. The position felt natural to her now, the conditioning saw to that. All along to her left and right, had she cared to look, she would have seen her position mirorred. Her hands and elbows on the ground by the bowl her ass and tail in the air. The trainers walked behind them. Doing the usual hygiene check as well checking for the tell tale signs that any of them had been masturbating.
Nekos taken for training as 'companion pets' were indoctrinated early in order to maximise their submissive tendancies. Sexual behaviour was as a result strictly controlled. Masturbation, other than when directed to by the trainers was forbidden. As part of their training the kittens would be shown all manner of sex toys and instructed how to use them. By the time they completed their training they would be both familiar with them and experienced in their use. Dildos were used for example in initial blow job training, only later moving on to an actual penis. Their virginity though was kept intact as the vast majority of clients preffered to know that they would be the first...and only.
'You are to form up in your groups and then go individually to your provings. I understand that you may be nervous, but try not to worry. You've all received the correct training and i've got great confidence in you all.' Kitten liked the Administrator, he'd always spoken kindly to her, even when he hurt her. Patiently explaining why it was her fault. Kitten quickly found the seven others from her cell block, her group and they sat quietly together, waiting to be called. The waiting seemed interminable, waiting had been part of the training of course, but this was worse. Waiting for a test you didn't know the rules to. One by one the others were called until only Kitten and 'Stink' remained. Kitten didn't know her name of course, she didn't have one. But she'd long ago decided to call her Stink. Stink had had a problem controlling her urges when they had first begun sexual training and the musky scent of her lust had for a time been a regular wafting scent on the cell block. 'Good luck.' she said as she was called, leaving Stink sitting on her own.
Nervously scenting the air, her ears flicking to the left and right Kitten followed the trainer into the examination room. 'Stand there, you know how.' he said sternly and she did. Standing with her legs slightly apart, hands loose at her sides and her back straight. She kept her eyes lowered though, as she'd learned. 'Good kitten' came the pleased sounding voice of the Administrator and Kitten blushed with pleasure. 'Now kitten today will be a long and tiring day for you, but first of all I want to assess your oral technique. Mr Jenks here would like for you to pleasure him, you may begin.' Kitten glanced to the Trainer and saw he was rubbing his groin as he prepared for her. She dropped to her knees and crawled to him, nuzzling his crotch and covering the white cloth of his uniform trousers with kisses and appreciative licks. She unfastened them and tugged them down, his boxers quickly followed and the excited head of his member sprang free. Kittens eyes widened and she fluttered her eyeslashes up at the trainers now flushed face. A result as much of her training as of genuine arousal. She nuzzled and licked the excited cock before taking it into her mouth. She tasted the salty tang of his excitement on her tongue as she eased down over the hardness, working it deeper into her mouth. She cupped and gently squeezed his balls, feeling their warmth and heat in her hand. His gasping excitement sparked her own arousal and she whimpered on his hard cock. As his lust grew he seized her long dark hair, using it to brace himself as he started to thrust, fucking her face hard. His cockhead hit the back of her throat, but she fought back the urge to gag, forcing herself to relax, just as she'd been taught as he took his pleasure. It didn't take long and soon she felt the rushing spurts of thick cum filling her mouth and flowing slowly down her throat. Kitten waited for the word, looking up at the trainers face until, gasping but oncemore composed he said. 'Good girl, now swallow.' And she did.
'Well done kitten, now we must test your control hop up onto this chair.' She glanced to where the administrator was tapping a leather chair with stirrups to hold her ankles spread. She crawled to it and into it. Careful not to look the administrator in the eye. Once she was secured, he put his hand between her legs, deftly stroking her glistening sex. 'Good, I see that providing pleasure for Mr Jenks has had the required effect on you. Would you have liked him to fuck you kitten?'
'Yes Sir.' she answered promptly, quietly.
'And would you have asked him to?' He tested.
'No Sir...not unless...unless that was required Sir.' she answered, a little nervously. He grinned and parted her now wet pussy lips, taking a small buzzing vibrator and using it to toy with her clit, provoking first purrs then whimpers and cries of need. He plunged the small toy inside her and left it there, thumbing the power control higher until her hips writhed and moved in the chair.
