Hailstar stood half-shadowed in the small cave, his grey fur glinting unnaturally in the dancing light thrown off the river. I hesitated in the entrance, laying my own prey down on the ground as I padded inside.
"Hailstar?" I mewed, coming to a stop near him and glancing up, "Did you find your prey?"
Hailstar turned suddenly, his green eyes meeting mine in the instant, and I saw again that odd flickering in them – somewhat stronger now - that I didn't understand.
"Oh, no," he meowed softly. "No, I must have misplaced it… but it doesn't matter. We can stay here for a bit."
His words seemed strange, and I couldn't work out what he meant. His sudden proximity befuddled me, and I took a small step back to clear my mind. To my surprise, he took another step towards me, and his thick, woodsy, male scent washed over me.
"Let's stay here," he repeated. "I might be able to teach you a few things."
I couldn't think what the leader of FernClan could possibly want to teach me in this damp, half-dark cave, but as I tried to form a question to ask, I felt a warm roughness on my ear. I shrank back in confusion, and saw Hailstar bent over me, his eyes aglow with that strange something in the dark.
"Stay still," he ordered, his voice suddenly soft. "I promise I'm a good teacher."
I froze, unable to disobey a command from the leader, and he pressed his tongue once again to my ear, the rough, warm surface rasping over my fur in a way that was both frightening and exhilarating. I could feel his hot breath against me, and I shivered slightly as his mouth moved down to my neck, his tongue all the time sliding up and down my fur. I had never had a tom be this close to me before, and I could feel strange surges of what seemed to be fear and delight running through me. I didn't know what was going to happen, but the continual rasping of his warm tongue against my fur brought my breath coming faster as he slowly moved down my body. I could feel the heat emanating from his frame as he worked and I half-stood, arching my back with delight as he slowly licked my pelt smooth, all the time working further and further down me. Pleasure had almost clouded my mind as the new sensations washed over me, but I had an inkling of an idea where he was headed.
Sure enough, as he reached my hind legs, not stopping or slowing down his insistent licking, I felt a fire race through my body as he neared the edge of my flank. I hardly knew what I was doing, but the hundreds of feelings crowding my mind brought my mouth open in a small gasp of pleasure as he rounded the soft curve of my leg – now but a whisker away from my core, which seemed to be burning like flames as he came closer and closer. As he heard my small intake of breath, Hailstar looked up, his eyes gleaming, and I gave a squeak of disappointment as he removed his tongue from my body.
"I thought you'd like that," he murmured, his voice low. I half-twisted my head and saw his eyes burning with lust, and knew my own face to be openly displaying my desire for him to continue. I had never experienced what he was doing to me before, but I knew that nothing in the world could possibly compare to the incredible feelings he gave me.
"Yes," I breathed, hardly able to speak for anticipation. "Yes, I do."
Hailstar chuckled softly.
"Then let's see how you like this…"
Before I could even comprehend what he might mean, Hailstar plunged his head back down to the base of my tail and flicked his tongue out again, this time running it once over my aching core in a move that made me cry out with surprise.
A smile curving his features, Hailstar repeated the movement, his tongue dashing again and again against the backs of my legs in a dozen delicious, teasing strokes. As my whimpers grew louder, he changed his tactic, this time swiping his tongue in slow, luxurious circles around my entrance. I could scarcely stand, so intense was my pleasure, and I could feel myself becoming hotter and wetter as he worked, until a great shudder ran through me and I felt a warm wetness spill out against my legs, which Hailstar's greedy tongue eagerly lapped up. Never in my life had I imagined that such sensations existed as this, and as Hailstar's tongue continued to move against me I found myself pressing back against him, against his hot, teasing mouth, wanting more, wanting so much more.
Hailstar's low rumble of a purr told me that more was coming, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him lift one grey paw, hold it over my core for a moment, then push it onto me, rubbing around and around so I could hardly hear myself as I moaned,
"Oh, Hailstar! Hailstar, give me more! Please give me more!"
And Hailstar, his eyes gleaming like stars, raised his head again and brought it closer and closer to me, to my shaking body, to my core that was almost dripping with wetness, and finally thrust his tongue into me, into my body, into my most secret sex. And I knew I was almost screaming with pleasure as his tongue moved inside me, lapping against my walls, his breath coming hot and fast against me. Another shudder spun through me as I came again, and Hailstar growled, the sound sending only delirious excitement running through me as he licked up my juices that coursed freely from me in a thick white stream.
My legs gave way and I sank to the floor, almost sobbing with desire, my cream pooling around our legs as I raised my head to meet Hailstar's eyes. I could hardly speak, but I tried to beg him with my eyes to do what I knew he would do next, to finish this glorious scene of pleasure, to bring me utterly to my climax. I saw his eyes darken as he understood my silent plea, and almost before I knew what was happening he had positioned himself over me; his teeth in my scruff; his forepaws placed firmly on either side of my body, and thrust himself into my body.
At once, my delirious pleasure disappeared in a terrifying torrent of agony, and as Hailstar pulled out of me I could feel a warm trickle of blood running down my legs. I yowled in fear and pain as he thrust in again, his low growl of sadistic satisfaction rumbling against my neck. In, out, in, out… I thought the agony would never end, and I screamed my terror to the cold ceiling of the cave, and the cave moaned sadly back at me in response. This wasn't at all like how I had imagined it, like how I had wanted it. I had heard Streamtail and Eagletalon mate together once, half-hidden under a bed of ferns, and their soft sighs of pleasure were nothing like my terrified gasps of pain. I closed my eyes as Hailstar began to move faster, his groans of desire loud in my ear, the pain unabated, and resigned myself to my fate.
I don't know how long after it was that I felt the pain lessen, but I opened my eyes as I felt myself grow accustomed to Hailstar's movements. I could hardly believe it – but it was true. I could no longer feel any pain as Hailstar continued to push himself in and out my body. I gave a soft moan of relief, and Hailstar chuckled above me, thinking it was a response to his actions. And indeed, as the muscular grey tom resumed his control of me, I felt the stirrings of the desire I had felt before return. Soon they once again encompassed my body until I could feel my inner muscles clench around Hailstar's hardness as he thrust it into me, and he gave a growl of approval as I tightened around him. I pressed back against his body, trying to get him to go deeper into me, and moaned with pleasure as he obliged.
It seemed after barely a moment that I felt, once again, the building rush of anticipation in my body, and from the suddenly increased tempo of Hailstar's thrusts, I knew his position was similar. My pleasure mounted as the grey tom continued to pound against me, and just as I thought I could bear it no longer it released, breaking away from me in a deliciously thick stream of juices that gushed from my sex into the world. I moaned as another surge pulsed through me, my whole body shaking as my built-up pleasure was unleashed. I could hear Hailstar's groans of lust as my cream flowed over his legs, and barely an instant later he himself reached his pleasure, and with a yowl of triumph pumped his milky seed into my body. I shuddered as he filled me, his claws digging into my haunches, until his fierce flow gradually ebbed and died. The glorious moment was over, as quick and insubstantial as a shooting star, which, once past it's height, left only a pale, remembered streak against the darkness of the heavens.
I myself had hardly comprehended that it had ended when Hailstar was already off my back and by my side, his tongue coolly swiping itself over one nonchalantly raised paw. He smirked as he watched me clamber dazedly and painfully to my paws, my eyes still half-glazed with pleasure and the white fur on the backs of my legs coated with blood and semen. He paused to sniff the latter, and my whole body tensed as his hot breath fluttered again against my fur.
"I think I can see where you get your name from," he meowed darkly. "That almost looks like you've actually been rolling in frost, doesn't it?" He spun around to face me, his suddenly blazing eyes barely a mouse-length from mine. "I trust you'll keep the real reason to yourself?"
I nodded. I couldn't have spoken if I wanted to.
Hailstar regarded me dispassionately for a moment more, then got to his paws and left the cave, disappearing up the bank before I could even call out to him. I was left alone in the damp cavern, my fur stiff with his seed and my body aching from his terrifying desires. Now the fear began to set in – the fear that I had felt as he first touched my body with his tongue; the fear I had banished from my mind as pleasure overcame me. It threatened to take me over, and it was with trembling paws and wide eyes that I picked up the remnants of my prey and turned to leave the cave. I could still see the pool of my blood, my juices and his semen gleaming faintly on the smooth floor of the cave, and I felt my fur grow hot with shame as I remembered Hailstar's cold evaluation of the backs of my legs. I turned and left, my prey dangling sadly from my mouth.
It was only when I arrived back at camp, dispelled the curious stares from other cats questioning my lateness, dropped my catches and curled up alone in the apprentice's den, that I realised I had left one of my pieces of fresh-kill in the cave. I could see it now in my mind. Lying on the floor, the white scales of my caught fish bright against the darkness of its blood.