14th page of comic comm for Minako, enjoy!!!!

Story, written by Minako below!:

Matt winced as the doors to the high school he once knew so well opened for him once again. It was, perhaps, some cruel joke that they’d chosen this venue to administer feline processing. They’d always run elections here, whenever there were public functions on which to vote. Matt had voted in various elections right in this building – he’d watched as dozens marched in to cast their votes on the same laws that now saw him collared, naked, and leashed. But even before then, Matt had come here, walked these halls, attended classes in rooms a few dozen feet from this gymnasium when he was a boy. He’d had as much choice in this place readying him for a future it was now redacting. Poetry. Must be, he thought.
The doors to the gym floor opened as Sophie walked him through them, and he got a glimpse of the crowd of felids, all waiting in various states of enthusiasm for their turn to be medically examined and injected with their new permanent ID tag. All felids in here were either claimed by an owner already – in which case, their owner was also standing nearby them - or they’d had their forward assignments readied for them: either a local animal shelter, pet store, or truck for shipment to a more remote location of either of the former.
Matt couldn’t keep his jaw shut. He inhaled a bit at the sight, the cold efficiency of it all. As though everyone in this room wasn’t a person, and hadn’t been considered one merely a few days ago! Once again in this stretch of unbelievable comprehension exercises, Sophie interrupted his thoughts.
“I know what you’re thinking.” He looked at her – to find an unexpected hint of either sympathy or exasperation in the woman’s face. He so wanted to believe the former. “None of you are being hurt – not seriously. Those injections aren’t fun, I’ve heard, but it’s a split second and it’s over. It’ll be the same for you, just a medical exam to make sure you’re fine, then a chip injection in your bottom. Then we go home. Well, again, your new home. I mean, I’m not your real owner anyway, I couldn’t approve anything else. Like a neutering? Couldn’t approve it if I wanted to, that’s for whoever actually adopts you to decide.”
Matt couldn’t help but distract his eyes while he was being led along. Through the crowd he’d spotted one of the stations, one of the exam beds. An injection gun was held at some man’s backside… his entire body on full display for everyone to witness. His shaft hanging below his body, obvious and humiliating.
Matt tensed up when he saw the gun jolt, the man letting out a slightly pained call. He breathed through gritted teeth thereafter as the gun was removed.