Thank you all for your OCs! We got a total of nine reviews, many of which included multiple cats. Sorry if your cat doesn't appear for bit, I am still sorting through characters and whatnot. So, without further ado, let us begin the story -Melon
»«»FlameClan«»«
A pretty white queen slipped between the shadows, avoiding a pair of lust driven apprentices who were running their cores together. She was a bisexual cat, so the sight was a little pleasuring, but the queen felt a little embarrassed watching.
Tail covering her own leaking hole, the white warrior made her way to the border between SplashClan and FlameClan. When she arrived, she was glad to see her familiar tom waiting for her. "Grasswind," she purred, lifting her tail so her familiar sweet heat scent wafted up the FlameClan tom's nose.
"Palestripe," he replied in an equally bright tone. "So you did come- no pun intended of course." Grasswind smirked, his hazel eyes sharp. Palestripe shivered with anticipation.
She nodded, her back legs soaking with wetness. With no words, she turned and displayed her marvelously tight core to the huge tom and waited.
The brown tom mounted her, gripping her scruff between his pearly white teeth. She groaned something hard probed her pussy as Graswind tried to find her sweet, pleasure-giving hole. He then thrusted his long cock inbetween her folds, earning a plethora of moans. "Ow," Palestripe screamed as he ripped his member out, giving her poor walls thick laces of scratches as his giant barbs ripped against hers. Grasswind only gripped her scruff tighter and pushed in again, mauvering his hips so that he hit a different point in her.
Why is it always the same? Why can I get used to it? Palestripe whimpered involuntarily as his long member pushed it to kiss her womb, then ripping out with more scratches forming on her insides. Grasswind was moaning with lust as her walls gripped around him, giving him something for his heated, pulsing cock to rub against.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch!" she screeched as he pulled out, ripping her core apart. Her eyes rolled back into her head.
A while later, she woke up next to a sleeping Grasswind. His underside- not to mention hers- was covered in a sticky white layer of cum. Sighing, the pretty queen leaned over to clean her mate.
»«»FlameClan«»«
Lionfoot made his way into the warriors den, his vibrant blue eyes tired from a normal day of catching glimpses of cores and an awkwardly silent masturbation session in the forest. He settled in his tiny moss nest, missing the feeling of Lilywhisker's soft fur beside him.
Lilywhisker, his beloved mate, was carrying his kits and could not mated. The medicine cat had warned him of this and instructed that even a blow-job was forbidden while she had his precious kin inside of her. Sometimes, when Lilywhisker asked, Lionfoot could please her as long as he was gentle, but mating and her giving him pleasure were not allowed. He could hardly wait to see his kits, and not just because he wanted to fuck her. Lilywhisker was a beautiful cat, and Lionfoot was sure that their kits who took after he would be amazing. Lionfoot couldn't wait to be a father.
But, being horny was being horny, and as Lionfoot settled amongst the other cats, he could feel his erection poking out of this sheath. A few heat scents swirled around the den as a breeze blew through.
Feeling uncomfortable, the handsome gold tom made his way out of the den mumbling something about the dirt place. Nobody responded, but the FlameClan tom still continued out of the small den. He trudged out of camp through some holly bushes and found himself a little clearing.
Lionfoot flopped onto his back, erection stretching out a little more as he thought of Heatherwhisp', beautiful legs. He envisioned her tight core, where the golden tom knew every corner, every spot that made her squeal. His paw moved to his cock, feeling the thin golden layer of fuzz that covered up his short barbs. Lionfoot thought of his mate's dripping core and swinging hips, and he started to breath faster, heart threatening to pound through his chest.
The handsome tom recalled mounting his beautiful mate and whispering tales of love and unstructured verses. He thought of grabbing scruff, warning her, and pushing his giant cock into her little core. Of urging her to thrust back, of her wails of pleasure, of her hips banging against his in a forever messege of lust and love. Lionfoot's erection was at its tallest as his paws rubbed against it, pulsing with heat, veins showing brightly.
He hissed under his breath as he gave a final thrust into his circle of paws. A white liquid exploded out of the tip, covering his handsome gold pelt and the ground around him.
Then, the bushes rustled, and Lionfoot turned his head in surprise.
»«»SplashClan«»«
Rainkit had gotten out of camp again.
She hated being confined by the huge walls of dirt, of the cats who carried strange smells. She missed being able to run free, wind rushing through her silver tabby pelt. She disliked the soft moans and groans that drifted through the nursery walls at night. Rainkit hated the other kits, who pounced on each other and played a game with a soft-feeling ball. Of the medicine cat who fussed over her blind blue eyes.
But, she was free now, and quite terrified as she listened to Lionclaw, a black and white tom, doing something to Fawnfur, a pretty she-cat who was moaning with something that wasn't pain. Rainkit watched, wondering if she should go help. When the brown warrior screamed very loudly, the former rogue kit leaped into the scene, her tint claws unsheathed and her little teeth beared. Rainkit had pounced on a leaf, not the warriors, and they didn't seem to mind.
"Oh," Lionclawmewed dubiously. He was still doing something with the moaning queen, who was pushing her lithe body against his. "Hi Rainkit." Slowly, the handsome tom took a paw and pushed Rainkit away and went back to thrusting against the queen.
They both let out huge moans and then separated, a dripping sound and a sweet scent coming from both cats. "Thanks for helping me with my heat," Fawnfur purred, wrapping her tail around something sticking out of the underside of Lionclaw.
"You're welcome," he dismissed, flicking her tail away. Fawnfur padded away and he tuned to Rainkit, who looked terrified.
Rainkit imagined his eyes sparkling with evil as he leaned close to her, his stinky breath wafting through her muzzle. "Hello, Rainkit. I'm sure you are wondering what Fawnfur and I were doing." She timidly nodded. "We were doing something called mating. It is a practice that bonds to cats together, or makes them love each other. Also, it helps relieve the pain and stress of the she-cats in heat, which is why I was helping out Fawnfur."
"Can I try it?" Rainkit asked excitedly, fear forgotten. Maybe the kits in the nursery would appreciate her more if she taught them this mating thing. She looked up at the tom, blind eyes wide and begging. She whimpered a little, for effect.
Lionclaw purred. "Alright, alright," he answered. "But, I won't mate you- you're too young. I'll just show you a few . . . tricks." He had her lay down on her back, and then spread her little legs out. Rainkit moved her paw to a hole on her belly, slipperly with wetness. Is that what was dripping from Fawnfur and Lionclaw? Lionclaw continued. "This is your core," he explained, touching it with a claw. She squealed at the new feeling, barely keeping back from thrusting her hips up.
"All she-cats have a core." He guided her paw to a a pink shaft hanging from where her core was, except on Lionclaw's underbelly. "This is a cock, it goes inside the core. All toms have cocks." Lionclaw's was massive at almost the length of her paw. It felt quite thin though, but she still couldn't imagine it going in her little core.
"That looks like it would hurt," Rainkit mewed supiciously, feeling the sharp barbs that stuck of from its shaft. They scratched her pad a bit.
"It does," Lionclaw answered honsetly. "But it will feel good afterwards." She squealed again as he pushed a paw into her core, pressing hard against her tight walls. Rainkit liked this new feeling.
That's it for now, but expect an update within a week! Remember, for the guests who submit cats and come back, make sure to choose a name that will show me who you are so you can help me with your characters. I hope you liked this trio of lemons- don't worry, the bottom two will soon be finished, and as always, thanks for reading 3 -Melon
