Author's Note :
This is an anon's request sent in. I hope you don't mind me making up a name or two to fit the dialogue! This is a Rape Fic so if you don't like it, skip it.
"Stormheart?"
The bluish she-cat was just about to head to her den for a quick nap when her fellow warrior, Grasswhisker, caught her attention. She turned, her ears pricked at him.
"Yes, what is it?" She asked.
"Hey, the fresh-kill pile is running kind of low. Would you mind coming hunting with me?"
"Not at all, but will Pinestar mind?"
"He is out on a border patrol - I've already done my daily duties."
"Hm, well...alright." She said. "Where at?"
"How about over by the Tallrocks? I saw some finches when I went on patrol with Sandcloud."
"Oh! Okay." She perked up at her mate's name. "That sounds fine."
"Great. I'll lead the way." He said. He led the way out of the camp, a smirk on his handsome features.
Stormheart crouched low as her paw steps fell gently against the forest floor. A fat mouse was nibbling on a seed, and with a few more steps she would be able to pounce and catch it. Grasswhisker was behind her, watching her core which was in plain view. He licked his lips. She looked so sweet and tight. He felt it a shame she chose that mouse-brain Sandcloud over Grasswhisker. Oh well. His turn. He waited until just the right moment, creeping up on her before pouncing on her himself. He leapt atop her. She let out a yelp as the mouse scuttled away. He buried his teeth into her scruff and dug his claws into her shoulder as she struggled under him.
"Let go of me!" She whined. "I'm your Clanmate, why would you want to kill me?"
"Oh, I don't want to kill you." He growled. "I'm going to take you."
Her eyes widened and she struggled harder. "N-no!" She begged as he pushed her onto her back. It would be easier to take her from that angle. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she continued to try to push him off of her.
He grinned; her struggling and cries were only turning him on more. Without warning he pushed his member into her, breaking her barrier and letting out a loud moan of pleasure as she screamed in agony below him. He could only get in halfway because of how damn tight she was. He smelled the blood running down her legs and pushed into her more. She cried and shook, no longer fighting but just wanting it to be over.
"Talk dirty to me." He growled.
"N-no...!" She whimpered.
"Talk dirty or I swear to you I will kill you, rape Sandcloud and kill him too."
She whimpered and tried her best to talk dirty as he began thrusting roughly into her.
"O-oh, Grasswhisker, I-I love how you stretch and fill me! I want you to fuck me harder and deeper...!" She wasn't very good at this. It didn't matter. Her tightness and talk sent him over the edge quickly.
Just as Grasswhisker was about to force her to lick him clean Sandcloud rushed into the clearing.
"Get away from her!" He snarled, tackling Grasswhisker to the ground. The two cars rolled around, snarling and fighting fiercely. Stormheart whimpered as she bent to clean herself. She was sore and her core was throbbing. She watched them fight and watched as Sandcloud pinned Grasswhisker.
"Get. Back. To. Camp. And if I ever see you around my mate again, I will feed you to the crows." Sandcloud snarled. Grasswhisker limped off.
Sandcloud returned to Stormheart's side, licking her fiercely and nuzzling her, trying to comfort her.
"My love..." He whispered.
"I'm fine...I'm fine." She whimpered. "I just want to get back to camp."
"O-of course but..."
"I want to go to camp!"
Sandcloud sighed and helped her to camp.
Stormheart never did tell Sandcloud the full truth, not even when the kits were born.