After LONG WAIT i return to you with your favourite comic, commissioned by Minako who is  the author of the dialogue and story bits such as the one below.

Enjoy, or not :^)

But for real, if this sort of hardcore stuff isn't your jam you really don't have to read it.

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The leash was an impossible weight on Matt's mind, if only a slight physical suggestion of weight while slack. No matter where his eyes landed, his periphery refused him the respite of ignoring the long, black line running straight to the woman's hand. Could he overpower her? Probably. She was security, so there was a likely chance that he couldn't. But in any other scenario it'd be a risk he'd easily take. Not in this one.

Eyes were on him. On his body, sure, and that was indeed making it magnitudes more difficult for him to move at all without the paralyzing reminder that he was… naked. His sheathe, tip, and scrotum simply presented for anyone's side glance to freely witness at their leisure – and he wasn't even permitted to attempt to hide his privat- well, his former privates. But more importantly, eyes were on his actions. Every security guard, every police officer, every official, every citizen – all species save those affected staring at the mass of felid persecution, ready and waiting for the excuse to prove themselves correct.
He could not, under any circumstance, give them that right-righteous superiority. That would be the spark that sealed these terrible changes for good. He only hoped his fellow felids could see the same.
"Alright…" Sophie spoke, breaking Matt from his contemplation. "…let's go get you processed so we can leave.”

Matt's feet wouldn't move. His hips locked themselves in place as his eyes looked away. As much as he knew protest would be punished by rampant vindication on behalf of those who'd made these rules… he couldn't bring himself to just give in. Not like this. Not this easily. Unfortunately, all it took was a firm yank.
Sophie pulled on his leash, giving his neck a firm jolt forward, and sending him off balance. Matt caught himself with his feet, stumbling forward, as Sophie started walking. Eventually, Matt began walking along with her to prevent himself from being toppled. She walked him through the crowd, Matt staring – only for a moment – at so many other felids. So many sorts, so many different walks of life, fur patterns, sub-species… all very naked. And most very nervous.
"I'm not dangerous, Sophie. I don't deserve this.”
"Yes you do." Hearing it aloud broke something in Matt's head. He shut his eyes for a moment as Sophie continued.
"Besides, it's not about you. It's about every feline being a potential threat. Do you think we'd be doing all this if the data wasn't clear? You're potential killing machines! If anything, it's a nightmare this didn't happen sooner. At least this way, the rest of society can keep you all under control.”

She noticed his immediate fall in emotional state, and… almost found herself feeling a little guilty for putting it so harshly. But. It was the truth, and she'd be doing him no service by hiding that from him. He'd understand. It would take some time, but he'd get it.
But she wasn't heartless. "And besides, you can still fuck with your computers and stuff. Just- you know… show some progress first. But all your stuff goes to your first actual owner, so they might just let you keep doing what you were doing."