Smut Story 2

DustpeltxSandstorm

Rape

Sandstorm had been feeling extremely depressed lately. She was dropping any and all hints to Fireheart that she wanted them to become mates. Was he listening? Absolutely not! Like all toms, he was stubborn and idiotic, not realizing when a she-cat showed interest in him. Not saying that some she-cats couldn't be like that, but it was mostly toms. She wasn't in heat right now, but that didn't mean she didn't want him, didn't want his member rubbing against her core, didn't want him inside her. She had lost herself in this train of thought, forgetting the mouse that was lying in front of her. She also didn't realize Dustpelt padding up to her.

"Ahem." He said, rather loudly. Sandstorm looked up, noticing him, and smiled at her old friend.

"Hey, Dustpelt! How are you? What have you been up to?" She asked enthusiastically. She and her old friend hadn't talked much. Ever since she had gotten the eye for Fireheart, he had ignored her. Finally he had come to her, probably wishing to reconnect. At least she hoped so.

"Good, good." He said. "Lots of…um…patrolling." He shifted on his paws. Was he nervous? She ignored it, thinking he was just embarrassed by the way he had acted. It was okay with her, however; she was willing to forgive him. "Well, I actually came over here to ask you if you wanted to hunt."

"Sure!" She smiled, standing up. "Just let my put this mouse back on the pile, and we can go." She padded over to the fresh-kill pile, throwing the mouse on top, and padding back to Dustpelt. They padded out of the camp and headed towards Sunningrocks. Right away, Sandstorm noticed a shrew crawling among the tree roots. She dropped into the hunting crouch, eyed it, and pounced. She caught it immediately, crunching on its spine when she caught it. "I caught it!" She yowled, shrew in her jaws. All of a sudden, she felt a wetness at her core. She yelped, dropping the shrew on the mossy ground. "Dustpelt! Wh-what are you doing?"

"Relax, Sandstorm, this is natural." Dustpelt purred. Sandstorm wriggled against his tongue, scarred of what was happening.

"No, please, Dustpelt, stop! I don't want this! You know I have feelings for Fireheart!" Sandstorm walked away, turning on him.

"That's why I'm doing this…so you will forget about that kittypet!" He snarled, pouncing on her, holding her down with his paws, pressing his stomach to hers to give him leverage. "You will love me, Sandstorm. I will make you love me." He maneuvered his tail to swipe across her core, sending unwanted shivers down her spine. She wriggled underneath him, trying to push him off.

"Dustpelt!" She growled. "Get off me!"

"Not until I make you mine!" Dustpelt forced his tail into Sandstorm's tight tail hole. He pumped, earning another growl of annoyance from Sandstorm. He made sure to pump as far as he could, trying to win her over. He stopped pumping, took his tail out, and carefully maneuvered so his face was plastered to her core. Before doing anything, he tried to stick his member in her mouth, but she kept it closed, twisting her head this way and that just to avoid it. After a while he gave up, and pushed his muzzle down so it was just barely touching her moist folds. He licked, feeling satisfied as another wave of shivers ran down her spine. He licked harder, the tip of his tongue entering her. After some time doing this, and a lot of complaining from Sandstorm, he let her up.

"I'm done now." He told her. "You can go." Without giving it another thought, Sandstorm raced off into the trees, back toward camp. Dustpelt just laughed. Giving chase, he thought of all the things he would do to her. Getting near, he pounced, taking her down. She landed on her belly, and he grabbed her scruff. He poked his member into her core and immediately started humping her pretty fast. She screamed as his barbs scraped her walls. He continued humping her, smiling as he made her climax. He needed to climax, however, and he knew exactly what to do. He exited her and pushed her down, flipping her over, and clambering over her, sticking his member in her face.

"Suck it!" He demanded. He placed his member at the entrance of her mouth and forced it open with it, pumping in and out of her mouth. He could feel his member filling up with his juices. It was getting Dustpelt excited: This is what he had always imagined! As he pumped in and out, he could feel Sandstorm's tongue flick against his member. He didn't care if it was on purpose or on accident; all he knew was that it felt good. Very good. He finally climaxed, shooting himself into her mouth, filling her up. He bounced off her, smiling.

"Now I really am done." He padded away, leaving Sandstorm to wander about her day.