Hey, whats up my lemon lovers! So, I know everyone is telling me to write more of Matingclan, but I am having serious writers block, yo. So I decided to try something a little different. Okay, we all know that people have written tons of mating lemons and Matingclan stories, but what about other plots with sex scenes? I've been wanting to do this for a while. Okay, here we go.

This is the story about a tom that is bought by twolegs and ends up being an outdoor cat, he thought he would have to fight to earn his way as a head cat of the neighborhood, but they had a different task for him...


Waffles stood and stretched out his legs, shaking off his fur, he let out a mrrow of excitement. He had decided that today he was old enough to become an outdoor cat like he'd always wanted in his kittypet life. He knew all the twolegs were still asleep, and he also knew that the smallest twoleg always slept with her window open. He bounded from his cat bed and up the stairs, slipping into the closest room. A glimmer of faint sunlight beamed through the window, casting a yellow ray on the twolegs face. He hopped out of the open window, and now he was outside. He had been wanting to slip outside since he was six months old, but he decided it wouldn't be safe for him. So, he waited until he was a year old, which he was, today.

Now on the roof, he slowly and cautiously made his way onto the ground, the grass moist from the past days rain. He padded until he made it to the 'parking lot' as the twolegs called it. The foggy, cold, and moist morning air flew through Waffles brown tabby pelt. Sending shivers along his skin.

"Who are you?" Waffles arced his head around and then whipped the rest of his body around to see a small group of toms standing nearby. An orange tabby stood in the front of the group, "Who are you?"

"I'm Waffles," Waffles greeted calmly, his haunches settling onto the hard, bumpy-textured ground.

"Garfield," The orange tabby tom said, his voice was now calming, seeing this tom was from the twoleg nest.

"I'm Buck," A brown tabby tom said that stood just behind Garfield, he was slender, short.

"Bruno," A large, muscular brown tom grunted.

"And I'm Ollie," A pure white tom chimed, he seemed friendlier than the others, he was a lot younger than the others too.

"You're the Bronsons' new cat," Garfield pointed out as he sat down with a smirk, "And now, what, you're running away?"

"Oh, no." Waffles corrected him, "I just wanted to be an outdoor cat."

"Yep, thats what I was hoping." Garfield yipped, he turned to his gang, muttering things under his breath to them, then turned back to Waffles, "You want to be an outdoor cat? You do what we say, or we kill you."

Waffles eyes went wide in surprise, his paws started shuffling uncomfortably, "What do I need to do?"

"To show everyone we're the head cats, we have to mark out territory... Using she-cats." He snapped happily, "You mate with every she-cat in the neighborhood in two moons, all forty-four of them, you can join us."

"I'm... I'm a virgin." Waffles muttered, his tail flicking.

"Thats fine, we'll find out who the sluttiest she-cat in the neighborhood is, and let you know tomorrow," Garfield mewed, "And remember, we all did this to be in the group, so don't think we're being mean."

"Of course." Waffles nodded.

"Goodbye," Garfield spat, turning around and swaggering away, his posse following close behind.

Waffles, baffled, walked back into his twolegs yard, hopping once again onto the roof and into the window. He settled onto the small twolegs bed and thought deeply about what had just happened. It happened in a heartbeat, could he have said no without being killed? Besides, mating is great! Right? He didn't know! He flipped over on his back, his belly exposed, and went to sleep.


I want to fill in the she-cat positions with OCs that people send me! Review or PM, either one. Only She-cats! Kittypets only! Okay, please send them in if you like my other stories. :)