Mating Season (Takes Place During The Fourth Apprentice)
Love was in the air and toms wanted to mate and have kits. The problem was they wanted it BAD! They weren't satisfied with just their mates. They wanted to get ALL she-cat's. No she-cat was safe
"Ahhhhhh!" A scream came from across the clearing. It was Whitewing, a ThunderClan she-cat. She had been found by the toms while trying to get her two kits away. "Run!" She yelled to her kits. But as soon as she spoke Foxleap and Toadstep grabbed them by their scruffs.
"Not so fast, kits!" Toadstep meowed. "Just watch your mother, it's what you'll be doing next." He grinned viciously at them and the kits shivered at how dominant he was.
"Birchfall!" Whitewing said as she saw her mate. "Help me and the kits!"
"But where's the fun in that?" Birchfall said, grinning ear to ear.
"Whitewing whimpered a little bit. "Fine. If you let the kits go back unharmed then I'll be you and the other toms sex toy for the whole day."
"Sounds like a good deal to me," Dustpelt said. "Foxleap, Toadstep, take the kits back. Then you can have a piece of this slut," He said as he mounted Whitewing.
"Don't call me a slut," Whitewing said through clenched teeth.
"Okay, my sweet." Then Dustpelt slammed his dick right into her pussy merciless. "Beg, Whitewing. Tell me how seductive and dominant I am."
She know better than to disobey him, so she did as she was told. "Oh, Dustpelt, you're so dominant when you cower over me. I want to be helpless to you. Make me yours!" She screamed regretfully as he kept slamming into her.
"Dustpelt and I will take her mouth," Cloudtail said. "It been to long since I fucked Brightheart, so my daughter will have to do."
"Then Birchfall and I can take her core," Spiderleg meowed. But the toms weren't paying attention to Whitewing and she slipped away silently to get her kits.