My first story with these One shots, as a "former" example but now moved to its own chapter. Woot!
Tigerstar x Leafpool : rape turned to lust. this is set in time before she fell in love with crowfeather - and afterwards, when she ran away.
She slipped into her dreams like she did every night, the cascading wall of black caressing her mind and lulling her into a peaceful slumber. Her breathing slowed and her face softened as she waited for dreams to take flight. And so they did; however she hadn't anticipated what would soon turn from hopeful dream into sudden nightmare.
The petite tabby she-cat opened her dusky amber eyes expectantly, obviously used to being greeted by the lovely territory of StarClan. Though when she surveyed the clearing before her, she felt cold dread sink into the bottom of her stomach. This was not StarClan; no, it was far from it. This...
She looked at the ground. It was well worn; a path that had served its use. However the ground felt gross - murky and mucky. And the air was thick with both fog and the stench of death. A shudder pulled up her spine. The lighting didn't help, either. It almost appeared as if a dark red mist, almost making her fear it could even be blood, spread from decaying foliage.
Panic. It began to set into her pelt, causing her fur to prickle along her spine. However in between her obviously preoccupied thoughts, she hadn't noticed the other body occupy her own space. It approached in a leisurely and relaxed pace. And when she was aware of its presence, it was only when she felt the hot breath upon her ears.
Leafpool bristled at the sudden contact and whipped around to face whoever had approached her. And her eyes met the sight of someone she knew she should know. Like a fable, or a myth. Perhaps a legend. The tabby took a shaky step back and swallowed the lump in her throat. "Where am I...?" she said shakily.
The tom smirked, his bulky and tall form leaning forward to capture her own eyes with piercing amber. His teeth glinted white in the scarce light as he came within a mouselength of her muzzle. "Why, my dear little mouse, you've stumbled into the Dark Forest," he chided with a rumbling voice.
As he came further into the light, she suddenly realized who it was she was facing. Leafpool's pelt bristled now as she stared at him incredulously. The Dark Forest? Such a place existed? She felt white hot anger. The medicine cat found the fog lift off of her memory. "Your Tigerstar," she stated harshly.
"Very insightful, love. And your Leafpool," his voice edged on in a teasing voice.
She flinched as her name left his tongue and pierced her ears. "Wh-wh... how... do you know my name?" she said in shock, with added horror to emphasize the feelings stirred a turmoil in her stomach.
"Oh, tsk tsk. I'd think that'd be obvious, little mouse. I tend to make my arch enemies friends a mental list in my head; especially his precious little daughter. Quite the scrumptious little thing, aren't you?" he said with a sneer. Again she observed a white flash; though it was claws instead of teeth, this time.
She sharply inhaled and scrambled back to stare in terror at him. Scrumptious? A stirring below her pierced her stomach. It was something dangerous - terrifying, and yet perplexed. "S-scrumptious... what...?"
Every alarm in her head began to ring as she too a hasty step back. But he was just as hasty; removing the space between them in the blink of an eye. His sharp amber eyes seemed to seer into her own paler amber eyes, an excited light shining in their depths.
His movement was so fluent and fast that she didn't have any time to register what was happening. Tigerstar was suddenly flush with her own body, towering beside her and moving a leg to place itself over her own smaller body. She couldn't see anything, only feel. Feel the heat of his breath on her ears, feel the pulsing of his body. Felt the movement of his tongue slowly flicking out to touch her ear.
She gasped and attempted to claw herself away, feeling vulnerable and frightened. What was happening?
But her attempts were naught. She gave a feeble cry as she felt the large tom's huge paw press against her back. His claws sank into her skin, pinning her in a suddenly submissive position. Her stomach was pressed to the ground, and she could only see his face as it dipped down to level with her own. A smirk spread over his features.
She gasped shakily and bristled as she felt something brush against lower parts. It sent her body electrical signals, shooting through every inch of her and filling her stomach with a spine tingling sensation. It was warm, and yet her brain screamed how wrong it was at her. Was he going to do what she feared he would do?
"This," he suddenly replied, "is what, mouse," he said. His reply to her earlier question. And suddenly the object that had merely brushed her was pressing against her. Leafpool realized it was his paw. It moved in expertly slow movements - well practiced - over her most precious of parts. Heat spread through her body and radiated from her core.
She couldn't suppress the moan that pulled out of her chest in a gasping form. But she bit her lip in suddenly realizing how bad that had been. He was raping her. It was wrong. And yet her body acted entirely on its own. It took all of her will to keep her rump from rising shamelessly into the air.
And yet there it went, raising to meet with the dominating tom's stomach. She felt something else brush core. It was firmer, lengthier, and thicker. Her body trembled. Somehow, she knew exactly what it was, even if she wasn't practiced in the act of mating quite yet.
"P-please don't," she begged, tears threatening and stinging at her wide and round eyes.
"Don't... what, precious?" he asked, his voice suddenly turning cold and cocky. "Don't show you the time of your life? Ha. You'll be begging for me to not stop by the end of this. Imagine that... Firestar's little slut. Her little virgin pussy giving in to me..."
His voice was thick with lust as he began to move his hips in circular motions, grinding his member against her quickly growing wet core. "It turns me on, just imagining it," he moaned, his teeth brushing the skin of her neck.
Ripples of heat and pleasure pooled through her stomach and caused her spine to arch in response. "Please..." she begged, giving one last hopeless attempt.
A sudden massive paw with unsheathed claws was wrapped around her throat. It barley kissed her exposed neck in a threatening manor. She heard a low growl form from his throat as he breathed into her ear, "Shut up. Try to run, you'll get cut, little mouse."
And suddenly that last thread of hope was cut. She shuddered uneasily as she awaited her fate. And it came with such force that a shriek was pulled from her throat.
A large, rather long object was suddenly jammed into the pretty pink folds of her core. Thankfully, her juices from earlier had provided the tom easier access. However she was a virgin - and a tight one at that. And the pain of having been taken for the first time was extreme. A sob escaped her muzzle and she attempted to move away.
Tigerstar snarled and let one claw pierce skin and draw blood. She cried out again, but this time her body remained as still as stone. "That's better," he snarled into her ear. "Just take it like a good little slut..."
The next thrust wasn't as painful, but rightfully hurt. She felt him move inside of her. It moved slowly at first, in and out. The same motion repeating as heated growls and groans echoed from above her head. The tom's body quivered as he picked his pace up. And this time, the thrusts became intense.
The pain had ebbed away into a suddenly hot feeling. Warmth spread through her body and she had to bite her lip - hard enough to draw blood - in order to hold in the groans. Wrong, wrong wrong...
"Stop," she sobbed, all the while feeling his member stretch her core to extremes. She didn't want it to stop; but she did. Leafpool was confused. It was very wrong - and yet it felt immensely right. "S...stop..." she said again, though this time her voice was whisper. Lighter. Less confident in its own meaning.
"I don't think you want me to," he snarled. His voice was hitched as he picked up his pace. He was moving his hips now, circling, pounding. He slammed into her and let out a hiss of pleasure. In response, she felt her body bend towards his own. Her will had ebbed away.
She felt the first of many future moans spill from his mouth. They came out in desperate gasps as he quickened his pace, obviously satisfied in her downfall.
"Beg," he moaned.
She felt a humiliation spread through her. Though when she didn't reply, her gasps the only sound from her, his pace began to slow. It was sluggish and teasing. His voice tickled her ears, soft but direct and ordering. "Beg, little mouse."
She groaned in protest, suddenly twisting her body so she could see the tom towering over her. She hadn't realized how absolutely handsome he was. The decoration of scars - the way his muscles flexed with every thrust. His eyes - oh, his eyes. Filled with fiery lust. She couldn't hole it any longer.
With a sharp scream of pleasure, she begged, "Please - please! Fuck me... faster, harder... please!"
Her wishes were suddenly granted. Tigerstar picked up his pace. His member was suddenly plunging in and out of her with so much speed that she felt her body being slowly moved across the ground. Both of their yowls met with the musty air. They both had little care of who would hear - Tigerstar more than her. But she let them build as her pleasure clutched inside her chest.
Pure ecstasy made her begin to buck her hips upwards to meet his own pace. Leafpool knew she would regret her shameless actions - of how her father would feel if he knew what she was doing. She met his thrusts with more and more selfish need. She needed him, every inch of him, inside of her. She needed his seed to fill her. She needed release.
The approached the tsunami of lust driven pleasure, cresting its wave and letting it carry them towards the light. He was pounding into her now, drawing quick gasps out of her in high pitched noises that even she didn't know she possessed. Suddenly, she felt him shudder above her. His last thrust was her undoing - that suddenly sharp, hard, and eager thrust.
A hot liquid spread inside of her, filling her to the brim. And she felt her own body convulse as her own juices spluttered over both of their furs. They mixed with each other, the sickly sweet scent of sex hanging in the air.
She collapsed, not realizing how far her body had arched towards Tigerstars. Leafpool let her body slowly recover from the intense feelings he had experienced before. "Oh... oh my..." she gasped in short breaths.
His face was slowly pressed towards hers, a smirk upon his maw. "I look forward to more nights like these," he murmured into her ear. "You will visit me more often, correct, my little slut?"
She moaned and rolled onto her back. "Yes..." she finally breathed. If nobody knew, well... it couldn't hurt...
Her hot lovemaking with the dark forest Leader had gone by unnoticed. Until one, fateful night. Thankfully the first time they made love, she wasn't impregnated. However the next time - many moons after their first night, and many moons of longing - it had happened. Again, she had willfully tried to refuse, but she supposed the lust in her had won itself over.
She had taken up affection with another - Crowfeather, of WindClan. She had crumbled beneath the powerful tabby, loosing to his will, the very night she had ran away with her love; and had undoubtedly mated for the second time with a tom. This is when she noticed the changes.
Having been experienced with kits and queens, she knew she was expecting. However the tricky bit was knowing whether Tigerstar was truly the father, or if Crowfeather was. And not even that, but she also knew the risks of having more than one father for a litter of kittens. It had happened a few times to her knowing, especially with Rouges and Kittypets.
A great shudder pulled down her spine. She couldn't tell anyone about it. She couldn't face the threat of her secret spilling out. Loosing her position was more bearable than admitting to her giving in to Tigerstar. And that was precisely what had happened.
Leafpool was found out. With the always careful feline's swollen belly now showing, her own father was forced to strip her of her title. He passed it on to Brightheart, the most applicable of she-cats - until further notice, while she watched his disappointed glower.
And now there she was, watching three little bundles cured at her stomach. The largest, and firstborn, was a golden tabby tom who shared her father's pelt, and yet had the unmistakable build that Brambleclaw and Tigerstar harbored. The second, a fluffy black she-kit. Her resembalance was undoubtedly with Crowfeather, so she could rest assured that one of her kits wasn't Tigerstar's own. The other was a small, runt of a gray tabby tom. He could have been either Tigerstars or Crowfeathers, so it was truly hard to say.
She'd named them Lionkit, Hollykit, and Jaykit.
Leafpool made a vow that night. A vow that she would never, ever tell them of their real father. Half WindClan was better than being the spawn of a evil, murderous, bloodthirsty monster. One that had stolen the lust in her heart, forever.
