Dominating an Alley Cat (boyxboy) ✓

Chapter Fifty Five

I winced as I watched the tiger clamp her jaws down on the panther. It was terrifying to watch, and slightly difficult to remember that the massive tiger was a woman, while the lean, thinner panther was a male. It was like watching a domesticated cat get run over by a truck in slow motion.

If there one one thing I was learning quickly, it was that although the female cats were naturally born slightly weaker than their male equals, they made up for it in brutality and it would be spiffy advice not to start a fight with them.

The first fight had been between two women, cats which were a different breed but what kind I wasn't well enough versed in zoology to know. The second was between a tiger and a panther. All the while I was sitting between all of the tahan and above and two women, who were sitting below me watching, were explaining to me how this and that felt. What sort of direction they might take, what the panther has to do to overcome a tiger which is much larger. It was all interesting but after a while I couldn't focus on anything other than the fact that I could see blood dripping from the flesh wound on the tigers side. And yet it was not over, because he wasn't giving up. It was painful to watch.

Submit. Submit! I frowned, but he continued fighting.

With Kerberos his competitor had submitted so quickly after it had become apparent he was overpowered. He had gracefully and quietly given in and Kerberos had been allowed to leave the pit without leaving a mess behind.

I trembled at the memory and rubbed my biceps nervously. My skin still felt weird. Sitting in a crowd like this felt like I was sitting in a puddle of ants, and even though none of them were crawling up my sleeve just yet the danger was present. What was I afraid of? I don't know. Disgust perhaps. The mere possibility made me want to hide in a shell. I envied tortoises sitting there.

Hitam was sitting directly to my right. Out of all of them he seemed to be the most aware of what was going on, so I felt a little less anxious around him. The other guys seemed to be under the impression that this heat was something fleeting, that it probably happened to lots of katam... and was that wrong? I don't think any of us really had a large enough body of knowledge on the subject to be teaching any kind of classes on the matter.

Above all he stayed out of my space. Callum, who sat to my left, wasn't making such an effort, and occasionally his arm brushed mine when he was moving. The automatic want to swing at him made my arm itch.

When I wasn't watching the fights I wanted to crawl under the stage and hide, and began to realise that as uncomfortable as I was watching a man get brutalised by a woman who in her human form looked to be at least three inches shorter, I was starting to really get into the fights. I was almost excited by them. It reminded me of watching championship wrestling on the TV in the first week of staying here, the way it made my heart race. It was different in real life, and... between massive cats... it was even more intense.

I stood up the moment the bell rang and she was declared the winner. The male cat looked like an abused stray, bits of fur seemed to be displaced and there was a large pink gash along his middle.

I shook my head as I immediately starting heading towards the exit, the tahan to trailing after me. He should have given up earlier, I couldn't feel sorry for him if he didn't try to save himself at least.

I beelined it for Ker's office, avoiding everyone who looked like they wanted to approach me and talk to me. They seemed to want to make small talk with me all the time, the kind of small talk that was probing but also got no where. I had this feeling that these werecats were private by nature, they asked questions with ease but the second these questions were repeated back to them they started retreating a little. Not unwilling but unused to it.