12th part! comm bit for Minako!

Story below! 

Seeing Matt's hesitation, Sophie spoke up. Damn cat was already causing her delays and he wasn't even in her custody yet!
"They said I could rush you through processing. Let's just get this over with so I can get you home."
Matt blinked, looking up at the woman, ears perking. Did she really just say... what he thought she did?
"Home?"
Could it really have been that she'd... arranged something? Spoken to someone, did something to get him his house back? His life? He looked into her face, hopefully. Sophie shut her eyes for a moment, realizing the confusion. She'd simply explain her meaning clearly.
"Well, your new home. They've assigned me to train you."
Matt's face immediately sank. Again. His tail went much more limp, his arm fell a bit as his hand's grip on the other arm faltered. His ears sank. He spoke under his breath.
"P-please, Sohpie..."
"So, I'm your new owner until I'm sure you won't be a problem for your next."
"I c-can't be... some..."
"If it helps, I'm told the apartment is nice... there's even a litterbox for when I'm too busy to take you out."
"I-I'm... I'm not a-"
"Plus they provided a really nice red leash for you. It goes well with your fur..." She lied. She did have a red leash, and she did think it went well with his fur. But she picked it out.
"...and it's pretty long, so you'll have some room."
"S-Sophie, I- ...I'm not a-"
Rose watched the interaction, noticing Matt's state of emotional distress growing as Sophie spoke. Oh, that wouldn't do. He- he just needed to start the process along. Once it got started, Matt would be an ideal pet, she could see it in him! He wasn't giving himself the credit, that was the problem! She approached him, taking him by the shoulders and talking to him calmly.
"Hey, it's okay. Just take a breath." She needed to find the words that would... just get him to accept his new life, their new normal, felines' new status as house pets and property. It... wasn't all bad. A-At least he needed to accept it just for now. Just enough to ensure he avoided being physically forced. "The unfortunate answer right now is yes, you are. We all are." She tried to find reason in his head - he was IT previously, right? Something like that? Surely he saw logic.
"Just keep yourself safe and obedient. This... it can't last forever." Matt's face went cold, solid, stoic. His hands found his genitals and covered them a bit, nearly shaking in place. He nodded a little to the redhead before she let go of him to give space. Sohpie approached Matt, walking up to him and clipping on a red leash. "Rose, don't do that to him... you and I both know this lasts as long as you cats remain feline." She gave a testing tug on the leash - firmly secured to his collar. Matt's top half getting pulled over a little as a result. "And Matt, -stop- covering yourself! Your owner is ordering you." Sophie said to him, not bothering to touch his wrists. If he wanted to avoid punbishment, he'd move his hands. That was all. This would be his first lesson - free will would not serve him well anymore if it contested with a direct order from his owner down the line.
"Your body isn't yours anymore, it isn't yours to hide! You put people at risk if you give yourself any place to conceal something dangerous, so cut it out."
Matt... slowly... begrudgingly... moved his... hands away from his genitals, exposing a small part of his tip showing from his sheathe. Sohpie nodded, but reminded herself. Certainly would need that sheathe blocker.
"We'll really have to train that out of you..."