No, You can't. [end]

Peter didn't say anything, partly because of the mouthful of your scruff, but when he placed both his paws on your hips and roughly pulled free, barbs raking along your insides, triggering the ovulation response in your womb, you mewled out, a painful cry. You knew then he wasn't going to give you up, you were his female now.

When he pulled free, he released his grip on your scruff, taking one of your paws in his, pulling you to stand, turning you around, forcing you to look into his eyes. "You are mine Tabs, my female. I'll leave a note for your mother, but you are mine now. Is that understood?" You nod your understanding, never had you thought your childhood freind would do this to you. "Now go get a bag of stuff to spend the week, Tabs. I'm going to take you into my den and there you will become my mate, and bear my cubs. We're also going to pick out a collar for you, a symbol of my claim on you."

You meekly nod, there's no point arguing with him, not now. You gave yourself to him in heat, and he took what he wanted, you.

[end]