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After doing my own research, I found out what the couple had been doing on the computer. My dad had been watching porn. I figured that out. I also discovered more videos. It wasn't hard to do, and as I ventured through several different sites, I discovered how turned on everything made me. Luckily, I found a video on how girls could pleasure themselves, and I fingered myself every night to keep the urges down. My mother never suspected anything, but I think my father caught on after he got several different whiffs of my scent. Even so, he never said anything.

Even the boys at school could tell I was frustrated, but honestly, they were all jerks, and I didn't want to be branded as a slut or a whore. There were some girls who were considered to fit those descriptions, and all they ever did was get made fun of. I wanted someone, but I also wanted to be smart about my decisions. I knew I would have to wait until the right person came along.

Several years passed, and I just couldn't be satisfied with my fingers anymore. The feeling was good, but it didn't make the urges go away anymore. My body wanted something more! Simply, my fingers just weren't long enough. I wanted something longer, thicker, and warmer. At first, I had no idea where I would find a boy to take my virginity and finally let me know what mating felt like, but it didn't take long for an opportunity to arise.

One night I was alone in the house, and I decided to get a little adventurous with my body. It was fun to play in my room, but the thrill of possibly getting caught always made my lips soaked. I didn't know when my mother or father were going to be home, but I slowly slipped my shirt off over my head, revealing my plump breasts to the air. My nipples instantly perked up, and I smiled, tweaking them a bit. Since I was fifteen, I had grown into my breasts and my hips. My hips had widened, and I often heard people describing them as child bearing hips. My breasts had also become very large. They were at least a decent handful for any man.

After my shorts fell to the floor, I reached down, linking my fingers into the edges of my panties. The lace stretched, and I let them slide over my legs, falling to the floor to rest at my ankles. I was completely naked then, and it felt great. I loved being naked, getting to feel the freedom without clothes.

Slowly, I began to walk into the living room, and before I could even leave my room completely, I could feel my lower lips dampening as my juices dripped out to cover my lips. I was a very wet girl, and I couldn't help it, but from what I heard, boys liked it. They loved a wet pussy because it meant they didn't have to use lube, and I was okay with that. It made me feel sexy to be soaking wet.

Grabbing my dad's laptop, I walked over to the couch and sat down, knowing I would leave a tiny wet spot on the cushion. I wanted to find something that would get me wet, and as I thumbed through the links on the computer, I became a bit discouraged. There was nothing that interested me.

Putting the computer down onto the couch, I got up to get something to drink, and as I looked back, a smile came over my face. I could see the small wet spot had already formed on the couch, and I planned to make it much bigger. I got my drink from the fridge in the kitchen, and as I walked back into the living room, something caught my eye. Drake was in the living room, sniffing the couch. Drake was the family dog. He was only two years old, and he was a large, brown Great Dane. He was sniffing the couch, rubbing his nose over the wet spot I had left, and he began licking it with his wide tongue, letting me watch as he widened the wet spot.

At first, my reaction was to pull him away. I reached forward, pulling his collar back and reprimanding him. "Bad Dog!" I said, wagging my finger in front of his muzzle, but as soon as I let go of his collar, he went back to the couch, licking at the wet spot, and a terrible, dirty thought crossed my mind. I was a furry. Were ferals really that different?

Slowly, I reached down, barely coating the tip of my index finger in my juices, and I reached over, letting him smell it. He got excited, licking at my finger with his wide tongue, and I bit my bottom lip. It was completely dirty, but I wanted it more than anything. Slowly, I sat back on the couch, leaning back against the arm rest, and I spread my legs wide. My lower lips were already soaked, but I had a feeling they were going to get worse.

Reaching down, I began to rub my lower lips with my fingers, tracing the lips before rubbing my fingers over my clit. Drake seemed to stare at my fingers, and I pushed my fingers into my lower lips. After a few inches, I could feel my hymen. I was a virgin after all, but I could still rub all my sweet spots. Rubbing my fingers over my walls, I fingered myself as usual, letting my juices run down out of my pussy and over my tail hole. It wasn't long before Drake leaned forward, licking my hand.

Slowly, I pulled my fingers out of my pussy, and I held them up, watching as my slippery juices dripped off of them, and Drake leaned his head up, licking my fingers clean. It was at that moment that I knew what I wanted, and as I opened my legs wide, I leaned up, taking his collar into my hand before I lead him forward. He was so tall that he only had to lean his muzzle down to find my lower lips, and once I pulled him close enough, he let his tongue out, lapping at my wet lips. A soft lapping noise filled the air, and all I could do was gasp. His tongue was thick, wet, and warm, and he didn't stop with just one lick. He kept lapping, flicking his tongue over my clit as he did. Honestly, it was the dirtiest thing I had ever imagined, but I didn't want him to stop, and he didn't seem like he wanted to.

"Drake!" I moaned out for him, looking down so that I could watch him work.

With several licks, his tongue pushed into my entrance, and I arched my back, gripping the couch cushions in pleasure. I had heard of males eating other females out, but I couldn't even compare the feeling of Drake licking me to anything else.

Happily, I let him continue. I wasn't going to stop such a good thing, and as he licked my lower lips, I could feel the entrance tightening. His tongue was still flicking over my clit, and I laid my head back onto the couch arm, letting him do all the work. Reaching down, I began to tweak my nipples, twisting them a bit and giving them soft tugs.

"God, I've been such a bad girl." I whispered, biting my bottom lip. "Lick me Drake!"

Talking to Drake made my excitement rise, and I got close to a climax. Drake seemed to know I was nearing something, and he pushed his muzzle close to my pussy, lapping harder as my lips. That was it for me. I came hard, watching as my juices gushed out to cover his muzzle. Drake accepted it happily and licked my juices as thy left my pussy. He didn't even stop licking! I had to close my legs to make him stop, and even as I closed them, he nuzzled my thighs, trying to force my legs back open.

"No Drake." I said in a soft voice, reaching forward to rub his muzzle. "Such a good boy."

As I spoke to him, Drake responded by lifting himself onto the couch, seeming to mount me. My pussy was too far from his groin, but as I looked down, I could see a thick shaft bobbing up and down, begging for attention.

"Oh god. You are a big boy." I whispered, and I bit my bottom lip. "I can't leave you to suffer now can I?"

Slipping down onto all fours, I leaned under Drake's body frame and kissed the head of his throbbing cock. It was so thick, and as I kissed the head, I could see the tip of his member dripping pre. I blushed as some got on my lips, and I simply licked it off, moaning softly from the taste of musk.

"Fuck you taste good." I whispered.

What I was doing was so dirty. My parents would probably have thrown me out if they knew, but I didn't care. I just wanted to play with my puppy. Smirking, I opened my mouth, slipping him inside, and I moaned, feeling the warm, thick shaft on my tongue. People always said that "practice makes perfect," and that's what I was doing. I was practicing.

Opening my mouth wider, I slipped him deeper into the warmth of my muzzle, and I began to lick over his shaft, tasting the musk that lingered on his shaft. It made me moan to taste his natural flavor, and as I began to suck, Drake responded by beginning to pant. I could feel his saliva dripping onto my rump, gripping down over my cheeks and over my tail hole, and it seemed to turn me on more. His shaft was literally throbbing in my mouth, and I bobbed my head, moving back and forth to pleasure him.

Reaching up, I cupped his sac in my paw, and I began to rub it gently, letting my tongue dance up and down his shaft as I moved my lips back and forth. It was my first chance to taste cum, and I wanted it all for myself.

Moving off of his cock, I moved my hand to cup his shaft, and I began to paw him, rubbing my hand back and forth. He was about to cum, and as I watched, I could see a very large knot form at the base. I had only heard about them. Reaching down, I gripped the knot with one paw as I kept rubbing him with the other. I knew he was close from the throbbing, and I opened my mouth, putting the head of his cock right on my tongue.

When he came, his cum shot into my mouth in long spurts of white liquid. I could feel my cheeks burning a bright red from how much he produced, and I happily swallowed every drop, feeling my throat and tongue tingle from the warm liquid. It was better than I thought it would be. Most girls complained about it, but I had no idea why they would. It was a bit salty, but it was delicious, and I knew it wouldn't be the last time I got to drink it.

Leaning forward, I licked Drake's cock until he stopped dripping cum. Slowly, I let go of his cock, and I watched it dangle between his legs, bobbing with each heavy breath that Drake took.

"Good boy." I said, rubbing his head happily. "We can play again soon."

As I finished my sentence, I heard a door shut, and my heart leaped out of my chest. Someone was home! Quickly, I ran to my room, letting Drake follow. Once we were both inside, I locked the door, swiftly getting my clothes back on. It was more than likely my mother.

"Anna! I'm home."

I could hear my mother calling all the way from the other side of the house. Honestly, it didn't surprise me. She had one of the loudest, most annoying voices in the world, and she could probably be heard around the world if she screamed loud enough.

Looking down, I could see that Drake's member had slipped back into his sheath, and I smirked, knowing we could have fun tomorrow when my parents weren't home. It would be a Saturday, and they would both have to work all day as usual.

"We'll play tomorrow Drake." I told him before walking to the door.

Realizing I had forgotten to cover up the wet spot on the couch, I hurried to the couch, laying down on the cushions and pulling the large throw from the back of the couch to cover my body. To her, it would look like I had just snuggled up on the couch to watch TV, and as I began flipping through the channels, my mother appeared in the doorway, a smile strapped to her face.

"What do you want for dinner?" My mom asked.

She asked that question every day expecting for an answer, but honestly, I really didn't have anything to tell her. I didn't have a preference usually, and even if I did tell her what I wanted, she would simply frown at me and tell me what we were really having for dinner.

"How about some chicken alfredo?" I asked, looking over at her.

She made the frown and waved her hand in the air as if she was dismissing what I had said altogether.

"We're having pork chops and vegetables."

"Great mom." I replied, and she left the room, leaving me alone.

As I looked over, Duke was sitting beside the couch, looking at the doorway. We locked eyes for a moment before he laid down on the rug, and I reached down, rubbing his head. All I could do was wait until dinner was ready. I didn't start school back for another week. So, there was no homework for me to do. I just had to relax.

"Tomorrow we'll have fun." I said to Drake, and his ears perked up as if he had understood what I was trying to say to him.

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The next morning, my father left first. He simply grabbed a cup of coffee and his briefcase and rushed out the door after a short "goodbye" to me and my mother. Even though my dad left in a hurry, I had to wait for my mother to leave, and the anticipation was killing me. She was walking around the house, getting all her things in order, and all I could think about was how wet I was getting. I was getting so excited that I could literally feel my pussy beginning to ache.

"Leaving mom?" I asked impatiently, watching her pace around.

I knew it would be the last chance I would get to be alone with Drake for several hours, and I wasn't going to miss the opportunity. I just wanted her to leave, and as she looked at me, she smiled. I remember the smile because it almost seemed mischievous, which was weird for my mother.

"Yes. I'm on my way. I won't be home till late though. I have meetings all day. You can cook dinner."

"Will do." I told her, watching as she slipped on her coat and walked to the door.

I waited until the door closed before I got up and went to the window. I could see her car backing out of the driveway, and with a smile, I knew she was gone, but to be smart I waited for ten minutes after the car disappeared out of sight. I didn't need my mother turning around because she forgot something and walking in on me. That was the last thing I wanted to happen.

"Drake are you hungry boy?" I asked him, watching as he walked out of my room and hurried to my side.

Drake was a very big dog. He came up to my hips by just being on all fours, and I wondered if he would be able to reach me while I was on all fours too. With the thought in mind, I walked into the kitchen, seeing that my mother had already fed him for the first half of the day.

"Oh good. Guess you're all full, but would you like dessert?"

I knew he couldn't really understand me, but it still turned me on to talk to him regardless. He was also going to be the one to pop my cherry, and although most girls waited for Mr. Right to do that, I knew that no boy would be able to break my heart by taking it if I let Drake do it, and really, letting Drake pop my hymen was more of a turn on. He even seemed eager himself.

"Let's go." I told him, walking into my parent's room.

In their room, my parents had a very low coffee table. It was the perfect height for me to get on all fours, and if I didn't want to do that position, I could just move to the taller bedside table they had. Walking to the small coffee table, I quickly took off my pajamas, letting the fabric fall to the ground before I crawled up onto the table on all fours. Drake seemed to respond, and he quickly moved forward, pressing his nose into my lower lips, nuzzling against me and causing my juices to wet his muzzle. It made me moan, and It wasn't long before he began to lick. His wide tongue started to push my lower lips apart with every stroke, and I bit my bottom lip, just enjoying his company.

After I could feel my pussy was soaked with juices and Drake's saliva, I reached back and took his collar into my hand. As if he knew what I wanted, he walked forward and lifted himself up, dangling his paws around my hips. As he mounted me, he moved closer, and I could feel the tip of his hot shaft on my lips.

"That's it boy." I whispered, moving back a few inches so he could push inside.

Slowly, drake began to thrust his hips. He was fully hard, and he hadn't even entered me yet, but he was ready. Reaching back between my legs, I took his warm shaft into my hand and guided it to my lips. With one hard thrust, he pushed inside of me, causing my walls to stretch further than they ever had before. It drove me wild, and as he moved forward, he pushed his cock deeper, pushing right through my cherry. I felt a rip, and there was a bit of pain, but the pleasure completely took over after a few seconds. There was nothing like it, and Drake wasn't taking it easy on me. He was a feral dog, and he kept thrusting hard, panting behind me as he did. His shaft stretched me, and within a few more thrusts, I could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against my cervix, the very back of my pussy.

"Oh god you're a big boy Drake!" I called out, curling my toes in pleasure.

Looking down, I could see between my legs, and a small puddle of my wetness was beginning to form on the table. My pussy was enjoying this just as much as I was, and I could even see his knot starting to form at the base. Getting fucked by my puppy felt so good that I could already feel my climax rising as his thick cock pushed in and out of me. There was no holding it back, and as I gripped the table with my claws, I gasped, cumming hard for Drake. My cum ran down my thighs and made the puddle bigger on the table, and I smiled, biting my bottom lip.

As Drake pushed into me, he used my hips as leverage for his paws, and I could feel his nails scratching at my fur, but I chose to ignore it. By now, I could feel drake beginning to thicken, and I knew from sucking him off the day before that he was getting closer to his finish.

"That's it Drake. Fuck me hard and fill me with pups." I said, smirking a bit to myself.

As Drake pushed in one last time, I could feel the smaller knot force itself into my lips. At first I was a bit disappointed, but within a few seconds, the knot began to swell, and it didn't stop. It felt so much bigger than when I had simply sucked him off, and as it grew, I could feel my pussy stretching around it, trying to fit the whole thing. I began to squeal, feeling my pussy stretching to the point that it could possibly rip, and that's when I felt it. The thick, hot ropes of cum filling my pussy. It splashed against my back wall, and my body reacted, causing me to have another orgasm. My walls tightened around Drake's knot, but my juices never came out. The hot cum that was coating my walls mixed with my juices inside of my lower lips, and I could feel it all, plugged up inside of me with Drake's knot as the cork.

Behind me, Drake was still panting, and I smiled as I could see his tongue hanging out of his mouth. He seemed to have enjoyed himself, but I knew we were stuck there on the coffee table until his knot went down, and since it was much larger than before, I knew it would be a while. Drake began to become impatient, and he tried pulling back, taking my hips with him. I could feel the knot straining against my walls, and I gasped, gripping the table.

"Drake come here boy!" I called, trying to get him to stay still, but he tugged again, and I let out a loud squeal feeling the knot almost rip my walls. Reaching behind me, I took his collar into my paw and pulled him forward, stroking his muzzle to comfort him. That seemed to calm him, and he laid on top of my back, wagging his tail behind him as we both waited for his knot to go down.

After several minutes, his knot was finally small enough to pull out. I knew because my walls felt less stretched and juices began dripping everywhere out of my lower lips. Drake moved off of me and leaned up, licking my cheek. I smiled in response and let him leave the room as his cock retreated back into his sheath, but I couldn't resist playing a bit more.

Reaching down, I rubbed my fingers over my well fucked pussy lips, and I let out a soft moan, feeling how sore they were. I had never been sore before. It was an aching sensation that was actually pleasurable, and as I slipped rubbed my fingers over my lips, I could feel Drake's warm cum still dripping out of me slowly. I remember thinking that wasting good cum was a bad idea, and I began rubbing his seed back inside of me, coating my walls with it and rubbing it as far back inside my lower lips as I could.

When I finally stood up, I could feel the cum coating my thighs, making my fur wet and sticky, but I didn't mind it at all. Grabbing a dirty towel off the floor, I began wiping off the table. My father was always leaving his towels all over the house, and even if there happened to be a cum stain on them, my mother wouldn't question it. It actually happened quite a bit.

I threw the towel into the dirty clothes hamper to get rid of the evidence, and then, I took a shower, being careful to scrub every last drop of cum off of my fur. I even fingered myself, letting the water flow down my fingers to clean my pussy as I pawed. When I was sure that all the evidence was gone, I got out of the shower and got dressed.

Really, that would have been the end of it. I was feeling a bit guilty for letting Drake take me. I mean, did he really like it or did he only do it because I made him? My question was answered when I went to go make myself some lunch. I simply bent over to look in the fridge, and Drake got behind me, lifting himself and trying to mount me again. He loved it just as much as I did.

After that, I really couldn't resist. I let Drake fuck me three more times that same day, filling me with so much cum that it began to fill my womb, making my belly puffy with hot seed. It was such a turn on, and Drake never seemed to stop. By the late afternoon, my lower lips were so sore and sensitive that I almost came from a single lick. Drake was trying to breed me with his pups.

Finally, I let him outside to play, hoping he would get tired, and I laid down on the couch, resting. My fur was coated in cum and sweat, and I felt sore from the waist down. Drake had fucked me so hard that my legs were shaking and tingling from the pleasure.

Hearing a scratch on the door, I knew that Drake was ready to come in. Walking to the door, I opened it, watching as the Great Dane ran inside. He immediately nuzzled my lower lips, getting his cum and my juices on his nose, but I pushed his muzzle away.

"No Drake. I can't take anymore. Go lay down." I told him, pushing his muzzle away from my lower lips. My tummy was puffed up as if I had eaten a very large meal, and I knew I needed to go wash myself out. I needed to take one last shower before my father got home from work. In response to my scolding, drake growled, and I looked down at him. He had never growled at me before.

"Stop it." I demanded as he tried to nuzzle me again.

He responded with another growl. Was I his bitch now? Great Danes were supposed to be gentle Giants, but Drake was being a bit scary now. He had never shown any signs of aggression towards anyone in the family. Deciding to ignore it, I started to walk to the bathroom, and I gasped as Drake nuzzled into my thighs from behind. That was the last straw.

"Stop it Drake!" I yelled in anger. "Go lay down!"

Drake growled loudly and he jumped up onto me, using his weight to bring me to my knees. Before I even knew what happened, I was on all fours once more with Drake's cock top poking my lower lips, but this time it was different. Something had changed. Did I like it more? Why?

"Stop it!" I yelled, and as I struggled and began to crawl forward, Drake leaned down latching his jaws onto my shoulder. I screamed out in surprise from the bite, and I could feel his teeth gripping my skin, threatening to rip it. It was a mating bite that male Alphas gave their bitches to keep them still. Drake thought I was his bitch.

"Oh god Drake stop!" I called out, feeling his teeth tighten as he moved forward, forcing himself inside of my lower lips again.

My pussy was so sore. The walls ached as they stretched once more, and Drake's cum that was already inside of me gushed out in thick ropes to land on the floor. I was filled with too much cum, and even though my pussy was so sore, I knew I was getting wet. I was actually getting more wet than before, and I knew why I loved this time so much more. He was dominating me, raping me in order to breed my pussy as his.

Slowly, Drake began to thrust, making me shiver as my walls ached with every inch that pushed inside of me. He had fucked me so much that I almost couldn't hold my body up. My legs were beginning to ache and shiver, but he seemed fine. He pushed as deep as he could, but this time I felt him press hard against my cervix, and to my surprise, my back wall began to give in.

With a loud gasp, I tried to move forward, but Drake tightened his grip on my neck, letting out a loud growl as I tried to move. He was forcing himself into my womb and he knew it. He had fucked me so many times that my back wall was weakened, and he moved forward, giving another hard thrust before his cock pushed right into my hot womb, causing more cum to pool onto the floor.

"Oh my god!" I called out in defeat, feeling his knot pressing into my lips already.

Of course, his knot wasn't full sized, but it still felt big, and I looked down at the floor, loving the way this made me feel. I loved the sensation of being forced to take his cock, and as he began to thrust hard, I could feel my breasts bouncing back and forth with my body. All the sensations combined made my mind become cloudy with pleasure, and I came hard all over the floor. Drake seemed to smell it, and he went harder, making my pussy ache more with more thrusts.

Over and over, he was pushing directly into my womb, and I shivered in pleasure, feeling my legs shake as my toes curled.

"D-Drake please stop I can't take anymore." I moaned out in a soft voice, barely moving my legs forward before Drake sank his teeth into my neck, giving me the proper mating bite that every bitch received. I screamed out in pleasure, actually enjoying it, and once he bit down, he growled loudly, sending his knot into my pussy. His knot stretched me out thicker than before. It was almost like having a softball stuck inside my pussy and feeling my walls gripping it as I came. I could feel my walls tightening against it as my pussy ached, and thick hot spurts of cum filled my womb. Drake's cock was all the way inside me, and as be began to cum, he lifted his head off my shoulder and howled loudly to the sky, letting the whole world know he had mated and bred his little bitch.

"Fuck Drake..." I whispered, laying my head on the floor. My legs were shaking terribly, and as I looked down, I could see a big puddle of cum and juices. It looked like I had peed all over the floor. It was so big that my knees were getting wet, and I panted, also feeling my stomach had grown. Instead of eating a large meal, my stomach now looked like I was five months pregnant. Drake had obviously saved his best for last, and I had loved it. Hell, I more than loved it. I wanted it again. I wanted it rough, and I loved the sensation of being forced to take a cock.

As my breathing began to slow, I looked back at Drake. He was no longer trying to pull out. Instead, he laid his head on my back, knowing I belonged to him. We laid there for several minutes. I was enjoying the afterglow of the fuck, and I didn't even hear the car door shut. Drake's ears perked up, and he lifted his head. We were right in the living room. If anyone walked in they could see us, and I panicked. I tried to move forward, but Drake growled, nipping at my neck again. He didn't actually bite me, but I could hear his teeth click together. It was a sign that I better not try to get away, and my heart sank. I was going to get caught.

As the door handle turned, I looked up, seeing my father walk in through the door. His eyes widened, and he slowly walked in, shutting the door behind him. He had definitely caught me, and as he moved forward, Drake growled at him, not wanting anyone to touch me. I thought my father would yell. I thought he would scream or slap me or kick me out of the house. He didn't. His eyes went back to normal and he held his briefcase, beginning to walk back to his office.

"Get yourself fucking cleaned up." He said in a deep tone, making my whole body shiver.

Was I in trouble? Probably...

Looking down at the ground, I bit my bottom lip. What I had done was wrong, but I wanted it, and I would do it again.

Once Drake's knot went down, he finally let me go, and I went into my bathroom, cleaning myself up. It took forever to get all the cum out of my womb, but finally, my tummy returned to normal. My heart kept racing as I imagined what kind of punishment I would receive, and I was scared.

Getting out of the shower, I cleaned myself up and got clothes on before cleaning the large cum pool off of the floor in the living room. Tonight, my mother wouldn't be home for dinner. It would just be me and my father.

Walking to the kitchen, I began to get chicken and vegetables out of the fridge. I would make my father's favorite dish for dinner. As I began making chicken marsala, a wine sauce dish over pasta, I couldn't help but remember the events from the day. My pussy was still aching every time I moved, but it felt great. How could Ignore it? Drake had gone back outside to run around, and as I cooked dinner, I heard my father enter the kitchen, leaning himself on the door frame.

"Hi dad." I said softly, waiting to be scolded.

He didn't say a word, he simply moved behind me, pressing his body to my back. He was so close that I could feel his breath on my neck, and a shiver rolled through me, moving from my back up to my neck and causing my nipples to harden in response. What was he doing? I could feel his sheath poking against my skirt through the fabric of our clothes, but he simply reached forward, rubbing his finger in the sauce I was making before bringing it to his lips and licking it off with a deep, rumbling purr. He moved off me after that, but he left my heart racing, and he moved over to the table, sitting down at his regular seat, keeping his eyes trained on me.

"Your mother will be home soon. She called."

"Oh good." I replied in a shaky voice, feeling my nipples poking against the fabric of my bra.

He had turned me on more than Drake, and as I looked back over my shoulder, I could see his hard gaze on me. He was a very big man even though he was a regular feline. He was toned and handsome, a real alpha cat, and as I looked back into his eyes, there was an unspoken understanding. He wasn't going to tell mother, but he was going to do something else, and I was stuck wondering what.