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The school bus had almost finished the afternoon route for that Friday. As usual, the kids were loud and rowdy, knowing that the weekend was upon them. By this time though, the noise had been reduced to the bus engine and the clanking sounds the large vehicle made when it hit bumps in the road. The two remaining students were the only ones creating any conversation now. Both were male cats, aged eleven.

"Sucks you can't come over this weekend," said the first cat, an orange tabby.

"I know," said the second cat, a smokey tom.

Both boys watched as the clankity bus made a right turn at a sign that read TRANQUIL LAKE HOUSES. Where there had been mainly single story modular homes, there were now elegant two and three story houses when the bus turned at the sign. All the lawns were perfectly mowed with no signs of weeds, crabgrass or bald spots to be found. A half mile down the housing edition, the bus came to a stop, and the orange tabby cat picked up his book bag to depart.

"See ya, Daniel," said the orange tabby.

"Yeah, see ya, Gerard," said the smokey tom.

Gerard Schofield, walked off the bus and watched as it faded into the distance to take it's remaining passenger home. Sighing, he slung his bag over his shoulder and ventured over to the mailbox. Nothing in there today, he noticed, quickly shutting the lid. He looked across the street at his family's access to Tranquil Lake. He wished he could be out on his canoe, fishing, but it was too late for that. It was November now, and the piers had already been taken down and his aluminum canoe had been placed in storage until Spring came. At eleven years of age, waiting until April, or even May seemed like an eternity, but like it or not, he'd have to deal with it.

Turning his attention to his house, he looked over to the right of the front door. Just as he expected, a coffee can half filled with water and cigarette butts was there. No matter how many times he saw that, it never failed to make his stomach turn. Wanting to get the image out of his head, he opened the door and went inside, quietly shutting the door behind him. He was finally home for the weekend after yet another eight to three, Monday through Friday grind. Throwing his book bag down by the door, he quickly forgot about the disgusting sight of used up cigarettes floating in water and made his way to the kitchen. Feeling his stomach growling, he felt it necessary to raid the fridge. He was in luck! His mom must have went to the store earlier in the day, because the fridge was loaded with all kinds of goodies. Licking his chops, he pulled out some sliced ham, dill pickles, mustard and green olives. Placing those items on the counter, he journeyed over to the pantry and found a fresh loaf of whole wheat bread. Adding the bread with the other items. The orange tabby boy found a plate and silverware, and went to work building himself a couple of sandwiches.

Once the sandwiches had been properly organized, Gerard made sure to put everything back where he found it, lest he get an earful from his mother about how he was messy. With his plate sporting two sandwiches made just the way he liked them, he went out to the living room and sat in his Dad's chair, propping up the leg rest. Taking a massive bite from the first sandwich, he picked up the remote and turned on the television, flipping the channel over to watch some cartoons. It was at that moment that he realized his mother must be out of the house, and his older sister wasn't home yet either. He knew his Dad wouldn't be there today; he was away until Saturday on business.

"Lucky me," said Gerard in between bites of his sandwiches. "Got the place all to myself."

As if fate was playing some cruel joke on him, the front door opened and in walked Gerard's mother and older sister, Miranda. Groaning, he could hear both of them babbling away, spoiling his peaceful solitude. Matters only became worse when fifteen year old Miranda stomped into the kitchen, took one look at the television and grabbed the remote from Gerard.

"Hey," protested the boy. "I was watching that."

"We're not watching this shit," snapped Miranda.

Sighing, Gerard knew it was pointless to argue with his sister when she wanted something. For as long as he could remember, it had always been a chore to even tolerate her. He looked at her, shaking his head. Miranda sported a pierced nose, and wore tight, revealing clothes, which would have been perfectly fine on a slimmer girl, but the female black and tan tabby had a noticeable gut on her, along with increasingly pudgy arms. In Gerard's mind, everything about her screamed "feline trash" and "whore" to the world.

"Mom!" screamed Miranda, looking through her purse. "I need some fuckin' cigarettes!"

Gerard got up and left the living, heading for the basement where the other living room was at. He never understood why his mother let Miranda do whatever she wanted. He knew enough about the real world to know that Miranda wasn't even supposed to be smoking until she was eighteen. Sure, plenty of other kids her age and even younger smoked, but how many of them actually got cigarettes from their parents? If it wasn't for Gerard's father telling her she had to go outside, she would have smoked inside the house, giving everything inside the stench of tobacco and nicotine.

Making another attempt to be by himself, Gerard turned on the basement television. He felt pretty lucky living in the house he did. Everybody else he knew had an unfinished basement that smelled dank and moldy and was always a little scarey to be in when it was dark. Gerard's house had a completely finished basement that was warm, relaxing and inviting. Just the kind of place he wanted to hang out to get away from Miranda.

"Gerard," screamed the boy's mother from the top of the steps. "Get your tail up here, now."

Grumbling, Gerard did as he was told, ascending the stairs to meet his mother. "Yes?"

"Gerard," said his mother, Lacey, a black and tan tabby like his sister, who was already holding a martini glass in her paw, despite it not evening being five o'clock. "Gerard, you're going to have to give up the basement tonight?"

He was crestfallen. "What? Why?"

"Your sister's having a slumber party with some of her friends, and I think it's only fair that you let her have it," said Lacey.

"Fine," said Gerard in an annoyed tone.

"And don't get in their way when they're here," said Lacey before taking another sip of her drink. "Make yourself scarce."

"Yeah," said Miranda, putting a cigarette in her mouth. "And don't go stinkin' up the bathroom when my friends are here either."

"Sorry," said Gerard. "I forgot you and your friends never have to poop, do you?"

"Watch your mouth," said Lacey, "You'd better use the bathroom now if you have to. No need to offend a ladies nose."

"Fine," said Gerard, climbing the final step and going to the bathroom on the ground floor.

"Oh, Mom," said Miranda, pulling a magazine out of her purse. "I've got to show you this car. You know my birthday is in six weeks, and Daddy just has to buy it! It's my sweet sixteen you know."

Gerard closed the bathroom door in disgust. He always hated it when Miranda called his father "Daddy". The truth was that Miranda's biological father was some loser, deadbeat that knocked his Mom up when she was seventeen. She never saw the guy after that, but managed to snag an older, richer guy worth millions. Gerard pulled his pants down and sat on the toilet, wishing his Dad was here so he could keep his mother and sister in line. Whenever he was gone, Gerard had no one to protect him from their abuse. At least in the bathroom no one would bother him. He thought about how much he looked forward to Miranda leaving home after she graduated, though that might be later than expected. Despite technically being a sophomore, she actually only had enough credits to a freshman still, but that didn't seem to bother her mother. Sure, he always came home with straight A's; A's that were earned in the advanced classes he took, but only his father seemed to care about that.

What sickened him even more was Miranda's terrible sense of entitlement. She didn't have a job, her grades were shit, but yet she still expected her step-father (Gerard's father had never legally adopted her) to buy her a car. Gerard tried to think of the bright side of her having her own car. Maybe she might do him a favor and run away? Or better yet, she could be going ninety miles an hour and plow head on into a fuel tanker, blowing herself to smithereens? She was just that despicable. He had plenty of friends with older siblings, many of whom picked on their younger siblings, but none ever showed the sadistic cruelty that Miranda did. He finished up and flushed the toilet. Pulling his pants back up, he decided it would be best if he just hang out in his room as much as possible that night. At least his room had a lock on the door; plus he had his computer, his tablet and all his other stuff that could take his mind off things.

Going upstairs, he went into his room and shut the door, locking it behind him. Finally, he could breathe a sigh of relief. He flopped down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling where there were dozens and dozens of glow-in-the-dark star stickers, not that he could see them at the moment with their still being sunlight, but he always found peace when he looked at them as he drifted off into slumber each night. The stars would have to wait a few more hours.

Hopping up off his bed, he sat down at his computer desk and turned it on. There would be plenty for him to do here. Many an hour Gerard had spent playing games, skyping with friends, watching videos, and even writing stories. The stories were something that were very dear to him; so much so that he had installed a very lengthy password on his desktop, fearing that Miranda might sneak in when he was gone and snoop around to see what she could find. This wasn't paranoia on his part either. The young orange tabby had gone so far as to hide his money after Miranda had stolen it to buy beer with her friends. His mother was no help in disciplining her either. He'd come running down the stairs that day, his face covered in tears telling her what his sister had done, but Lacey told him he probably just lost the money, that his sister would never do such a horrible thing. He cried harder, but that only earned him a slap across the mouth from his mother, who had unsurprisingly been drinking.

Attempting to clear his mind of such scarring memories, Gerard went to YouTube and clicked on his favorite channel, one that specialized in furs doing funny, crazy stuff that always made him laugh and smile.

"Just what I need," said Gerard.

He was an hour into watching videos when he heard the sound of cars pulling into the driveway of his home. Going over to the window, he pulled open the blinds just a crack. There they were, Miranda's friends coming to invade his house. There was Donna, an unhealthily scrawny Persian cat who he had heard slept with every guy that paid her any attention. His friend Daniel, whose older brother was in Miranda's grade, heard Donna had had at least one abortion that he knew of, though there were probably more. The second of her three friends was Nichole, a Siamese cat that was said to be just as slutty as Donna, but smoked way more pot than the Persian did. She was almost as nasty to him as Miranda, though she wasn't around him as much as his sister.

Finally, there was Alyssa. A nicely figured ginger female who he couldn't quite figure out. Miranda, Donna and Nichole were all looked at as druggies, sluts and dumb as fuck, but Alyssa was nothing like that. She was never mean to Gerard, nor did she exhibit any of the trashy behavior of the other three. Maybe she felt bad for the girls and was trying to be a positive role model for them. Gerard scoffed at that idea. If that was the case, it sure as hell wasn't doing any good.

Still secretly looking through the crack in the blinds, Gerard watched as the four female cats chatted outside. He was careful not to bend the blinds too wide or make any sudden movement, fearing that he might expose what he was doing. Patiently, he kept watch, waiting until the four girls had finished smoking--except four Alyssa, who did not smoke--and entered the house. Removing his paws from the blinds, Gerard cracked a naughty smirk as he thought about what he was going to do next. Returning to his computer, he opened up a program he had installed and got everything ready. He opened his computer desk drawer, pulled out a set of headphones and plugged them into the tower. Now he waited until the girls went down to the basement . . .

On his computer monitor, Gerard saw the basement lights turn on. Making sure once more that his door was locked, he recording what the cameras were picking up. He hit one, then, two, then, three, and finally four on the keyboard, making sure that the four cameras he had scrumptiously installed in the basement were getting a video feed. No one else, not even his father, knew that he had used some of his own money, and when he had the house all to himself one Saturday, placed the four cameras in areas that they were not likely to be found. Additionally, he placed some tiny microphones in the basement too. This little project of his had been inspired by Miranda's almost constant bullying of him, and because every time she had friends over , they hung out in the basement, Just fine by Gerard. He was upstairs, locked safely in his room. His mother was more than likely on her way to passing out from drinking, and the four girls were hardly likely to mosey on upstairs to bother him.

Placing his headphones over his ears, Gerard turned the volume on the program all the way down. He wanted to wait until all four girls were downstairs and could be seen chatting before he adjusted the sound to an appropriate decibel level. He watched the computer monitor as one by one, the girls filed down the steps into the basement. All of them had trays of food and drinks in their paws that they placed on the tables before they sat down on the furniture there. Gerard saw their lips moving, so he slowly turned up the program's volume until it was just right.

"Oh my god," whined Miranda in her annoying, Valley girl inflection. "High School is like . . . so fucking stupid, isn't it?"

"Oh yeah," said Nichole as she stuffed her face with a pawful of potato chips. "Like, why do we even need to learn this shit anyway?'

"I know, I know," whined Donna, the Persian cat. "I don't know about any of you guys, but I'm findin' me a rich tom that will buy me anything and everything I want."

Gerard snorted in derision. Typical. This was his first time viewing and recording his sister and her friends since he had installed the audio/visual gear, and it was giving him a very good look into what kind of creatures these girls were. It was clear to the eleven year old orange tabby male that Donna and Nichole were exactly like his sister; stupid, entitled, nasty and vulgar. He was now at the age when he was getting interested in females, and he hoped that most of them were not all like his sister and her friends; or worse, his mother, Lacey the lush.

"I don't know," said Alyssa quietly. "I'm doing just fine in school. Got all A's and B's for the first trimester."

"Way to go, Alyssa," said Miranda sarcastically, clapping her paws. "You know, not all of us are geniuses like you."

Alyssa just shrugged off her words. Gerard watched as the girls kept gibbering away about the most vacuous topics. Miranda again brought up how she just had to get a car for her sweet sixteen next month. Gerard shook his head when he heard her mention that even though her birthday was in December, that had better not affect how much she was getting for Christmas. Obviously Miranda couldn't see it from the basement, but Gerard couldn't help but stick his tongue out and flip off his self-centered sister. She just did not get the meaning of Christmas at all; hardly surprising given how she had probably never given a cent to anyone in the spirit of charity in her entire life. Gerard would probably die of shock if she ever did a single decent thing for anyone in her entire life.

"Oh my god," said Miranda, suddenly switching topics of conversation. "You guys are never going to believe who smiled at me today. It was Billy Bertrand! Oh, he's just so cute. I'm so going to ask him out next week."

Alyssa frowned at Miranda. "But, Miranda, Billy's going out with Jackie Soreenson."

The other three girls laughed at Alyssa's comment, especially Miranda , who almost fell off the couch she found the ginger feline's words so ridiculous. "Alyssa, sweetie, who cares if he's going out with that bitch? You don't think he'd see me on the side? He's a guy. Trust me, they absolutely can not turn down extra tail. Been there, done that."

"Oh, what a surprise that you're a colossal slut, Miranda," Gerard said in disgust. At eleven years old, the orange tabby was cynical enough that he fully expected Miranda to end up on "Sixteen and Pregnant" before her next birthday. He had a very keen understanding that there were females out there who simply used sex as a way to get what they wanted from guys, though sometimes that backfired in the form of them ending up with a kitten out of wedlock and the father no where to be found.

"Yeah, that will be your life, Miranda," said Gerard bitterly. "You'll probably end up with five or six kittens each with a different guy and living in a government housing project on food stamps."

Listening in again, Gerard could here the girls going on about what guys at school they thought were cute. Miranda, Nichole and Donna dominated the conversation like usual, with Alyssa almost silent until they looked at her, wanting her opinion.

"What do you think, Alyssa?" asked Donna. "There's gotta be somebody at school you think is pretty cute."

Gerard watched his monitor, seeing that Alyssa was shifting around uncomfortably in her place on the couch. It was clear to him that Alyssa was very awkward when the topic of romance was brought up. She cleared her throat to speak.

"I don't know," she said meekly. "I think your brother is kind of cute, Miranda."

Gerard's mouth hung open at those words. Alyssa thought he was cute? He only briefly beamed with pride at the thought of a girl thinking he was cute. The boost to his ego was almost instantly shattered when he saw the other three girls reaction to hearing such a revelation.

"Gross!" squealed Miranda, laughing harder than ever before. "Oh my god, oh my fucking God, Alyssa! What's wrong with you? You're in love with an eleven year old. Jesus, are you a pedophile?"

"I never said I was in love with him," said Alyssa, completely humiliated by friends. "I just think he's cute, and he seems like he's a nice, decent guy. He does well ins school . . ."

"He's a nerd," interrupted Miranda. "Only nerds get really good grades, Alyssa. Besides, you have no idea what it's like to live with a little brother. He's always in the way, he stinks up the bathroom, and if it wasn't for that little brat, I'd have more presents at Christmas. I don't know why Mom didn't just put him up for adoption when he was born, or get an abortion. God, I can't stand that little bastard!"

Gerard turned his computer off, pulled the headphones off his ears and paced around the room. His blood was heated to a near boil from the words his sister had just spoken. What had he ever done to her? It wasn't like he could decide whether or not he was born. He was just trying to live the best life he could, but what did he have to show for it? A mother who at best was indifferent to his existence, and at worst, downright abusive. He didn't know what was worse, his mother or his sister. Placing his paws on his temples, he paced back and forth even faster. He wanted to scream, he wanted his father to be there to try and control the two insufferable females he was forced to put up with. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. Throwing himself on his bed, he punched the mattress over and over, wishing that it was Miranda and his mother he was hitting, then they would know how he really felt about them, how he wished they would just go away and leave him alone. Gerard punched himself to the point of exhaustion. Panting, his anger was replaced by that of deep sadness. Why did this have to happen to him. Burying his face in his pillow, he sobbed harder than he ever had in his eleven year life. So great was the cat's depression that his pillow cases were saturated with his tears.

Gerard awoke hours later, seeing that he must have cried himself to sleep. By now, it was completely dark outside and the star stickers on his ceiling glowed above him. Gerard might have been sleeping for hours, but it had refreshed him. The male cat was still deeply scarred by his sister's reprehensible words. Those would have been bad enough, but the years of having to deal with Miranda and his mother were just grating on him. As he looked up at the green glowing stars, he wondered if he wouldn't end up needing to see a therapist soon. He had enough sense to know that he couldn't keep living this way without it causing serious problems later in life. Sighing, he thought about all the things he might do to deal with his lot in life. Maybe he would turn into a falling down drunk like his mother, or a pot head and degenerate like his sister? His prospects looked dim.

Having cried so profusely hours ago, Gerard realized he was dehydrated and in need of water. Dragging himself out of bed, he unlocked his bedroom door and went out into the upstairs hall. Normally he would just use the bathroom in the hall to get some water or use the toilet, but it was being remodeled and there was no water flow to it at the moment. Grumbling, he went downstairs, seeing that the downstairs was completely dark. Just as he thought, his mother was probably passed out drunk in her room and the girls were still down in the basement. Good. He didn't want to deal with any of them.

Going into the kitchen, he turned on the lights and went over to the fridge. With on one around to bother him, he decided that he could use something to eat too, but first he had to get something to drink. Going over to the faucet, he filled up a tall glass and abruptly downed it, filled it up again and put it down on the counter. Returning to the refrigerator, he grabbed a huge chunk or marble cheese and threw it on a plate that was sitting behind him. Finally, he went into the drawers and pulled out a knife to cut the cheese up into small chunks when he was back in his room. Going over to the pantry, he pulled out a plastic jar of pretzel sticks that looked like big Cuban cigars to him. With everything in his paws, he turned off the lights and walked out of the kitchen. He had just passed the door to the basement when he heard it open. Turning around, he was surprised to see that it was Alyssa standing there. The two just stared at each other awkwardly until the female cat smiled at him.

"Hi, Gerard," she said sweetly.

"Hi, Alyssa," he responded shyly. "You need something?"

"Just wanted a drink of water," she said. "They're all passed out drunk down there."

"Figures," said Gerard. "Um . . . you want some cheese?" he asked, holding up the plate.

"Sure," she said, still smiling at him. "We going up to your room?"

"Guess so," he answered with a shrug. "Well . . . follow me."

Alyssa followed the orange tabby up to his room. Like he always did, Gerard made sure to lock the door behind him, always worried that his mother or sister might barge in on him, despite the fact that they were both passed out drunk. He placed the plate of cheese and pretzel sticks on his computer desk, noticing that Alyssa had sat down on the edge of his bed. He gave her a sheepish smile, turned around and went about cutting up the slices of cheese. It wasn't until the realization that he was alone with a girl in his room that his paws became wobbly. He steadied himself, not wanting to slice into his paw or wrist while he was slicing up the cheese. Finally, he finished his job and presented the plate to Alyssa.

"Here you go," he said, sitting down next to Alyssa.

"Thank you, Gerard," she said, taking single slice and placing it in her mouth.

Gerard looked at the teenage female ginger. There was something so sweet, so gentle and comforting about the girl that he found in her. His heartache notwithstanding, he felt the urge to tell her what he had witnessed earlier that night.

"Alyssa," he said, his head hanging low. "I'm . . . I'm sorry about this, but I was spying on you girls earlier. I shouldn't have done that."

"You were?" she said, grabbing another piece of cheese. "I never noticed you were around."

"I wasn't," he said. "I put cameras and microphones down there. Don't ask me why, I guess I just wanted to know what you girls did down there."

"It's okay," she said, looking at him, her expression sorrowful. "You must have heard all those awful, awful things your sister said about you, didn't you?"

"I did," he said, looking down at the floor. "Heard what she said about you too." He turned his gaze back towards her. "Alyssa, why do you hang out with my sister and Donna and Nichole anyway? They don't seem like your type."

"They're not," she said, rolling her eyes. "Donna is my step-sister and my Mom makes me hang around her because she's married to her Dad. She's always telling me that I'll be a good influence for her, but I think she's a lost cause."

"Yeah, her and my sister both," added Gerard. "And my mom for that matter."

"I'm sorry you have to deal with them," said Donna, patting his head. She cracked a smiled at the boy. "Hehe, I guess you heard what I said about you, huh?"

"I did," said Gerard, giggling for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. "I never knew you felt that way about me, Alyssa. That was sweet of you."

"Your welcome," she said. "Truth is, we've got a lot in common. You and I both get good grades, we try to be kind to others . . ."

"And we're trapped in home lives that suck, right?" he said, not meaning to interrupt her, but certainly meaning what he said.

"I guess we do, don't we?" she said. "Well . . . you heard me say that I thought you wee cute. W-w-what do you think . . . think of me?"

Gerard took the plate of cheese and pretzels and put it on his desk before returning to answer her question. "What do I think of you? I think you're a lovely, sweet girl who is going to have a wonderful future with the perfect guy someday."

Alyssa took his paw and gently held it. "You think I'll find the perfect guy someday?"

"I do," said Gerard with a grin.

"I think . . ." she said staring into the orange tabby's green eyes. "I think maybe I already have found the perfect guy."

"You . . . you mean . . . me?" Gerard said, completely baffled.

"Yeah, you," she said in a whisper. Gerard watched as the ginger female cat leaned forward, gently kissing him on the cheek. Instantly, Gerard felt the scars from that night just drift away, like they had never happened before. It was his first kiss from a girl in his life, and it felt . . . wonderful. His mouth hung open stupidly as Alyssa smiled at him. She held his paws with her own, rubbing them sensually. The boy could feel his heart beating like a hummingbird's wings. Was this . . . was this love? He had to be sure. Moving his head forward, he opened his mouth, wanting to kiss Alyssa. The female cat opened her mouth, letting him kiss her deeply. The two closed their eyes as they let their sandpepery, feline tongues twirl around each other. Alyssa let out soft moans as they made out. Gerard let his paws break free from Alyssa's, wrapping around her back as their kissing grew more passionate, more intense. Gerard felt a trimmer run through his body as Alyssa put a paw up his shirt, feeling his tummy and chest. Miranda might have called him a nerd, but he was quite physically fit, now at an age where he was developing the beginnings of a muscular physique. Alyssa liked what what she felt, but briefly broke their kiss, whispering in the boy's ear.

"Gerard, take off your shirt for me, would you?"

Grinning, the boy happily complied with her request. Gerard no ssoner had his shirt off, when Alyssa felt the need to return the favor. The eleven year old tom cat felt his eyes almost burst out of their sockets as they were now viewing the shirtless torso of Alyssa. The ginger queen had a lovely build to her; slim, flat, white furred tummy and a rack that Gerard could not pry his eyes from. Alyssa, seeing that he was fixated on her chest, grinned teasingly at him as she reached behind and pawed at the brace that held her bra on. Gerard thought he might pass out from being light headed when he first caught sight of her rack. He'd spent plenty of hours locked up in his room, pawing off to porn since he was ten, always to big breasted female cats getting plowed by well-endowed males, and now here was a buxom female sitting on his bed with him.

"Like what you see, honey?" she asked him.

Gerard, almost in a trance, nodded his approval. Without warning, the boy reached for her breasts, grabbing one in each paw. Alyssa moaned from his touch, and whimpered as the boy put his mouth over her nipples, suckling on her like a nursing kitten needing milk for nourishment. Gerard's tongue dance around the hard nipples of the female, making her hornier and hornier. With his eyes closed, he didn't notice that Alyssa had stuck her paw down her pants and into her folds. While still sucking her tits, the male cat caught a whiff of something that he had never smelled before in his life. It didn't smell like anything that he had ever caught scent of in his life, but it was so . . . arousing. Already his balls were aching and his cock hard. He offered no resistance as the female cat reached her paws down his pants, grabbing his cock and rubbing it up and down, feeling the hard texture of aroused male cat.

"I like what I'm feeling," she said. "But you know what?"

"What?" asked Gerard, his head spinning from their foreplay.

"I think I want this in me," she said in a hushed tone.

"Yeah?" said Gerard, his voice shakey.

"Oh yeah," she said. "Gerard, I want you to make love to me."

"Of course I will," he said, his voice growing more confident. "But first, let me do something, okay?"

Gerard got up from the bed and tore his clothes away, leaving him naked as a newborn kitten. Placing his paws on Alyssa, he pulled her jeans and panties off so that she was as naked as him. Grinning, he went over to the light switch by his bedroom door and flicked it off. He often fantasized about how he wanted his first time to be like, but never thought he'd be losing his virginity at only eleven years of age. With only the star stickers glowing in the room, Gerard got into bed, but wanted to be the one on the bottom. Alyssa didn't mind, she just wanted to be with Gerard. Lying on his back, he felt the female cat slide on top of him, her paw feeling around for his hard cock. Finding it, Gerard's breathing went crazy as he felt her insides squeezing at his dick as she slide down on him. He looked up, seeing her darkened figure around the stars as she rock up and down on him. He wrapped his paws around her rump, pulling on her tail and driving her even crazier. With everyone else in the house passed out from excessive drinking, they could be as loud as they wanted to. Gerard had heard about how good pussy was supposed to feel when you shoved your cock into it, but words couldn't possibly do justice to how he felt at the moment. With this being Alyssa's first time too, her insides were tight, but sopping wet from being so aroused. She wanted this as much as Gerard did, and she was going to make this a night to remember.

She sped up her riding, letting the cock inside her tear away at her vaginal walls. She whimpered loudly, all her inhibitions about having sex with a boy almost five years her junior going out the window. Gerard, feeling better than he ever had in his life, saw the stars around Alyssa's darkened form. He knew he would never look at them the same way again after this! His sex drive now at it's maximum, he grabbed hold Alyssa, throwing her on her back, but still mounted to her. She yelped, not in pain, but from the passion she felt. Wrapping her legs around the boy, she pulled him in deeper and deeper as he fucked her harder and harder, both of them growling like feral cats as they made love. All semblance of time and reality had vanished as the cats lost their virginity to each other. So crazed was Gerard, he felt his teeth biting down on Alyssa's neck, but somehow he had sense not to bit so hard that he drew blood. The female cat snarled in pain and pleasure. She wanted it more and more and more . . .

It happened. She shrieked as her body trembled from her orgasm. Gerard wasn't far behind, shooting a gargantuan load into his new lover. The whole thing felt like some blissful, wonderful dream to both of them, though they hoped it was real. Rolling over, Gerard looked up at the ceiling, up at the stars as Alyssa snuggled up against him.

"I can't stay her all night," she said to him. "But let's just cuddle for awhile, okay?"

"Whatever you want," he said, completely content.

Gerard awoke the next morning, alone in bed. He didn't remember Alyssa leaving, so he must have fallen asleep before then. He was still naked, but felt the need to get up and put some clothes on. He looked over at his alarm clock. "Jesus," he said. It was almost noon! He must have been completely exhausted after what he and Alyssa had done last night. No matter. He finished putting his clothes on and opened the blinds to his window, seeing the front yard and street. He wanted to go down to the basement to see Alyssa again, but knew the girls were long gone by now. Sighing, he leaned up against the window, wondering if he would ever get to have a night like that again with Alyssa. He looked back at his desk and noticed there was a piece of paper taped to the monitor. He went over and retrieved it. It read "CALL ME" with little hearts drawn all over it and a phone number. Clearly Alyssa wanted this to be more than a one night stand. Going back to the window, staring out into the distance, thinking about the girl he spent the best night of his life with.

"What the?"

His eyes then caught sight of a strange sight. A yellow Ryder truck, with several cars behind it was pulling into the driveway of his home. What was a moving truck doing her? He left his room and went downstairs, opened the front door and noticed his father and his father's brother, his Uncle Al were getting out of cars, and so were several beasts dressed in suits. He ran out to see his father and uncle.

"Dad, what's going on?" he asked, completely confused.

"Gerard," said his father in a serious voice. "I need you to go with Uncle Al right now, okay?"

"But I don't understand . . ."

"Just do what I say, alright?" he said sternly.

"Okay," said Gerard, still not having a clue what was going on. He felt his Uncle Al's paw grab hold of him, practically dragging him over to the car. Al closed the door and went over to the drivers' seat, got it, and pealed out of the driveway. Gerard turned his head, watching his house quickly vanishing as they drove off.

"Uncle Al. What the hell's going on?" asked Gerard.

"I can't talk about it right now, but by tonight, you'll understand what's happening, okay? Just trust me."

Uncle Al had never lied to him before, so he would just have to trust him.

Gerard spent the rest of the day with his Uncle going around town. He wsa still confused and worried about what was going on, but Al told him that he would finally know what was going on after his father had sent him a text saying "all clear". Getting back in the car, the two sped back to Gerard's house. Al dropped him off and promptly left once Gerard was back inside.

In the living room, Gerard saw his father sitting on his reclinger. Something was very different about the place. There were several things missing from the house and Miranda and his mother were nowhere to be found. He looked around as he made his way over to his father.

"Dad," he said, cocking his head to the side. "What happened?"

"Gerard," said his father, Artemis, a big orange tabby who looked like an older, bigger version of the boy. "Sit down, would you?"

Gerard sat down in the chair next to his father. "Okay."

"Gerard," began his father. "I wasn't on a business trip this week."

"You weren't?" said Gerard, still not understanding what was going on.

"No," said Artemis, rocking in his chair. "I've been consulting a group of lawyers and legal experts about this whole situation we have right here in this house. You see, son, I've been very unhappy with your mother for quite a long time now. I was even more upset with your sister, the way she was treating you and all. I've been putting all my ducks in a row, so to speak, and well, I just got rid of your mother and sister."

"Got rid of them?" said Gerard. "You killed them?"

"No," said Artemis shaking his head. "Though it was tempting. No, I just finally took action to get them out of our lives. You see, before your mother and I got married, she signed a prenuptial agreement. It's an agreement that . . ."

"I know what those are, Dad," said Gerard, crossing his arms.

"Okay, okay," said Artemis. "The agreement said that if I ever divorced your mother, I'd have to give her a certain dollar amount, and she would have to stay away from me . . . and you. Well, I confronted her today and told her I wanted her out of this house, and your sister too. I said I wanted full custody of you, and in exchange, she not only got the money I promised her years ago in case of a divorce, but I'd also purchased her a house too."

"Where at?" asked Gerard, thinking this was a dream come true.

"On the other side of the country, son. That's why you saw the Ryder truck here. I had here haul her stuff and your sister's stuff out of here. I wanted them gone before you came back. That's why Uncle Al was watching you for most of the day. I didn't want you around if either of those two bitches threw a fit. Oh sorry, they're still your mother and sister I know."

Gerard got up and threw his arms around his father. "I never want to see either of them again, Dad," he said, tears running down his face.

"You won't have to, Gerard," he said, hugging his boy tightly. "I won't have them around you, ruining your life and making you think that all females are as trashy as them. Huh, I'm sure your sister's gonna end up with five or six kittens all with different fathers and living in the projects on welfare and food stamps."

Gerard laughed. "Funny, I've been thinking the same thing for awhile now too."

Artemis looked at his son, smiling at him as only a proud father could. "I want you and I to have a good life together. I think your life will be much happier now that your mother and sister are gone, don't you?"

"Yeah," said Gerard. "Oh, and Dad?"

"Yes?"

"You mentioned about me not wanting to hate females, well, turns out I've got a special one in my life now."

"That so?" said Artemis, grinning. "What's her name?"

"Alyssa," said Gerard.

"You mean Miranda's friend?" asked Artemis. "Isn't she a little old for you?"

"Nope," said Gerard. "She didn't think so when we were having . . . um."

Gerard couldn't believe what he had just said. He might not have said the whole sentence, but it was enough. Artemis's eyes grew wide, realizing what his son had just revealed to him. Gerard could feel himself shaking, thinking he was in deep shit now.

"Well, well, well," said Artemis, giving his son a light punch on the shoulder. "Looks like my boy's a real man now, huh?"

"You're . . . you're not mad?" asked Gerard in disbelief.

"Only if she was in heat," said Artemis, now giving his son the evil eye. "She wasn't in heat, was she?"

"No!" said Gerard. "She told me she wasn't."

"Well, no hard done then," said Artemis. Letting go of his son, he got up off his chair. "In case you're wondering, we're still fine financially, so don't worry about having to move into a smaller house or anything. Life around here will be much happier now."

"You know what would make my life even happier?" asked Gerard.

"What's that?" asked his father.

"Let me have Alyssa over tonight," he said with a smooth, sly smirk.

"Sure," laughed Artemis. "Why don't you go give her a call and see if she wants to see you tonight?"

"Okay!" yelled the boy as he ran upstairs. His luck was finally turning for the better. Two horrible females were out of his life, and an absolutely amazing, wonderful sweet one had just entered. That was a great trade as far as he was conerned.