Comm for Minako, one-off in between of the comic parts.

Story written by Minako below!

Matt felt his leash tug, his pet trainer having stopped him walking with a yank. He brought a hand up to his neck to comfort the slight pain it had caused while he watched Sophie speak. He was always expected to listen.
"You've been a good boy these past few weeks, Matt. You've listened, you've obeyed, you haven't talked back, and you've been following the rules. According to your file, it is your birthday, is that right?"

He almost... wished it wasn't true, just to spite her. But it was, and after considering for a second time, even if it wasn't, spiteful behaviour only led to punishments. He nodded.
"Good boy, you didn't speak. Alright, then... I think you deserve a gift. On your back, cat."

Matt stared curiously, obediently turning himself over to sit down, seeing her come into his periphery. She leaned forward, kneeling down over Matt's side with some magnetic key, unlocking his sheath for him without physical contact and leaving the hardware in place. Matt leaned back for the moment, his head against the ground to keep obedience with her rule concerning the height of his head relative to her waist.
"You've earned it. Five minutes of time for yourself - and it starts now, so you'd better make it count!"

She stood, stepping behind the feline and allowing him to decide for himself where his mind might go for this little excursion. Matt moved his body back up into a sitting position, mostly upright and staring down at his sheathe. He grasped the blocker, the metal plate that, for weeks on end, had ensured his libido never saw the light of day. His face pulsed brightly with a red flush, feeling the familiar pressure in his loins.
"M-miss... I can..."

"Whatever you like, kitty cat, for four and a half minutes."
He slowly removed the plate and tossed it aside, allowing his sheath to relax. It was meant to be closed... he only hoped it would shrink back to normal when it was removed from him permanently... for that matter, he worried it might never come off permanently! But... there was far too little time for worry.

He had only a few seconds of contemplation anyway, feeling and watching his shaft take its cue - protruding his tip out. His fingers eagerly touched flesh, first gripping his sheathe and working himself up and out more completely. The sensations were indescribable, he'd never been so happy just to touch himself, and his shaft reacted accordingly, growing much more quickly than he was used to seeing all his life, reaching its limit of length and strength in only moments. His spines flared, his hand wrapped tightly around himself. His mind needed no special context or scenario for this, it had been too long and just his own grip was enough to keep him rock solid now.

"Ah, cute, that didn't take long at all. Four minutes, Matt."
Matt's libido took a hit given her taunting, but it was nothing compared to the desperation fueling his hand to its work. His eyes closed, grip tightened, immediately pumping himself, adjusting his pace to match precisely what his body was hoping for. His mind was nearly blank, choosing to let the friction speak for itself - something he'd had trouble doing before pethood. In his mind's hyperfocus on his groin and the attention it demanded, he'd completely forgotten precisely where he was, moaning lightly as his experience began coming to a head. He felt something building already, a perfectly welcome way to wrap up his experience, his testes and prostate already preparing the cat's semen and its forceful and eventful exit. He carried on at his fervored pace, quickening as the moments drew forward, reaching higher and higher up the hill, releasing moans and meows completely beyond his control - and much to the appreciation of his trainer. He was beginning to summit, his shaft starting to twitch, mere moments away from release. His face scrunched up for a moment, eyes still shut tight.

He heard a voice, shaking him from his moment.
"Oh my! Is he...? Well, I suppose it would be cruel to keep them from it..."
That voice... wasn't his trainer's. And he certainly didn't imagine it. Immediately the prospect of his orgasm made public, for the eyes of anyone currently staring, filled his mind; his built-up momentum faded a great deal, mind completely thrown by the apparent public interaction, the show he was putting on without realizing it. Or wanting to. His mind worked overtime to push out the intrusive thoughts, desperate to bring back the ecstasy he'd been feeling just moments before, but it was taking far more effort and time than before.

"One more minute there, good boy. Mhm, better finish quick, Matt. More people are coming..."
The cat did everything in his power - pulled every mental trick from his toolbox to save his pent-up and well-deserved orgasm - and came up short, his pumping now serving only to keep his shaft solid, but the situation was quickly pummeling his mind and the publicity was only tacking on more distraction. He tried, so hard, to get his momentum back - and just as his head set its foot back on that hill, his trainer interrupted.

"Hands off, kitten. Time's up."
His eyes shot open, breathing quickly, making an audible moan of desperation before his hand... cleared itself of his loins, moving back to support his back with the other. He looked down, his shaft on full display, still proudly presenting - to the two or three people passing by who'd stopped to spectate out of morbid curiosity. His face lit up again, bright red, and his legs raised. Before he could cross his legs or raise the one facing the fence, his trainer gave another instruction.

"Don't you dare cover yourself, feline. Your privacy doesn't matter anymore. Just sit, catch your breath, then turn over back to your fours."
His frustrated mind felt like lashing out! Extending his claws and hurting someone! But... that feeling subsided in a moment - he'd be proving precisely what they all believed about him. And he'd only get himself hurt, after it was all over with. He took one last glance at his shaft - tempting a touch, a grip, a pull... anything. He shut his eyes, turning himself over onto his fours and raising his tail - like he'd been told to do so many times before. The onlookers quickly departed, mostly disinterested and... a bit uncomfortable staring at Matt's tailhole. Matt shivered, knowing exactly what they'd seen.

"Good boy. Pick up your sheath guard with your teeth. We'll lock you back up when your little shame is tucked away again."
Matt squinted, closing his eyes for a moment before reaching down to that piece of metal with his mouth and picking it up. It was... not pleasant. It hadn't been washed yet that day, and tasted like his own urine and sweat. He felt his leash pull him along yet again, this time only a few feet away to a waste bag dispenser. She grabbed two, shaking one of them open and placing it under his mouth.

"Alright, drop it in here."
Matt did as instructed and she tied it up, carrying it for him, the other waste bag at the ready.
"Good boy! Keep that up and you'll have another five minutes to yourself in no time."
Matt sighed, walking along with her as his collar pulled him. He pawed her leg.
"You may speak."
He did so.
"Did... you put me in front of the fence on purpose?"
"Does a pet need to know why his master makes decisions?"
He was quiet for a moment.
"No, miss."
"Good boy."