AN: HOOOOOOOOOOOOBOY It's been a while, huh? Sorry about that, some stuff happened after I finished DS3 so I couldn't work on anything for a week or two. So uh, I might actually update pretty slowly from this point on, due to working on like, actual projects. I'm not gonna tell you all what they are, due to not wanting people to make the connection between this account and my other stuff for, uh, obvious reasons. So anyway, hope you enjoy this thing. Also I haven't read the books in a while so sorry if I mess up characters or don't include things from newer books. And sorry if this is kinda short, I sorta rushed this to put SOMETHING out after my long absence.

CW: Scat, Watersports, incest, ownership

Jayfeather was padding around the forest looking for herbs when he heard the sound of a cat approaching him. He opened his mouth and breathed in, smelling a very familiar scent.

"Hello Lionblaze," he meowed. "What are you doing here? Do you need something?"

"Yes, I need to talk to you," Lionblaze said.

"Can it wait?" Jayfeather started tugging at some leaves at his feet. "I'm busy."

"No, it can't. Everyone's had it up to here with your attitude, especially me."

"Well I'm sorry if I get frustrated with everyone being mouse-brains constantly."

"I was wondering where that stick of yours was, I guess I just found out it's up your ass!"

"Leave me alone!" Jayfeather hissed.

"You know what? You need to be knocked down a peg." Lionblaze said as jumped on top of Jayfeather. Jayfeather tried to fight back, but Lionblaze easily overpowered and pinned him.

Jayfeather could tell from the smell that his head was very close to Lionblaze's crotch, but he didn't expect what happened next. "Lionblaze, you piece of fox-dung, get o-" Jayfeather started, before he was interrupted by a stream of acrid liquid landing in his mouth. Realizing what it was, he closed his mouth to prevent any more of the urine from getting in his mouth, but he couldn't do anything about the warm stream landing on his head, soaking his fur and dripping down to the ground could only smell urine now, limiting his ability to tell what was going on even more that it already was.

Lionblaze got off him "You are mine from now until I say otherwise, anyone can smell me on you and know just what you are to me now. You will do what I say, when I say it, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Lionblaze," Jayfeather said, truly afraid of his brother for the first time in his life.

"Good, get up and follow me," he said and started walking away. Jayfeather didn't really want to see what Lionblaze would do if he didn't obey, so he scrambled to his paws and started walking behind where he could hear Lionblaze's paws crunching leaves on the ground.

He had no idea where they were going, he still couldn't smell much other than his brother's mark, and had gotten very turned around. Judging by the heat on his back it was about Sunhigh, and most cats would be in camp, grooming each other and talking. Now his brother was taking him who knows where to do who knows what to him.

They walked all sorts of places, the texture of the ground told him as much, but he still hadn't gotten his bearings when they stopped shortly after pushing through something that had pulled on his fur. Perhaps they were in some hidden place that no one would come, or perhaps not, Jayfeather couldn't say for sure.

His thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of Lionblaze pushing him down onto something soft.

"Lift your tail." Lionblaze demanded.

Fearfully, Jayfeather complied, hoping that it wasn't going where he thought it was going.

When he felt Lionblaze step over him, he knew it was going exactly where he thought it was going. He felt Lionblaze's dick brush up against his tailhole, before he felt Lionblaze suddenly ram it inside him.

He yowled out, not sure whether he hoped that someone would hear him and come his rescue, or that no one would hear him and save him the embarrassment of being seen.

Lionblaze pulled all the way back out, then hilted himself back in. Jayfeather felt Lionblaze grip his scruff between his teeth. Lionblaze started thrusting in earnest, roughly plowing into Jayfeather's hole. Jayfeather started feeling pleasure, his dick starting to slip out of its sheathe. Each thrust of Lionblaze's cock sent waves of involuntary pleasure through Jayfeather.

This went on for some time, both cats slowly approaching orgasm. Jayfeather felt Lionblaze hilt within him then shudder as Lionblaze came inside him. Jayfeather had been forced to feel enough pleasure for him to cum, his seed splattering below him. They stayed like that for a while, until Jayfeather felt Lionblaze pull out of him.

Jayfeather could hear Lionblaze walk around in front of him. "Open your mouth," said Lionblaze.

Jayfeather reluctantly opened his mouth, thinking that Lionblaze was going to use his mouth to clean his dick. He felt Lionblaze's fur graze up against his muzzle, and waited. Soon, Jayfeather elt something enter his open mouth, sliding past his teeth and onto his tongue. It tasted bitter and earthy, and he thought it was just the taste of his tailhole on Lionblaze's cock. It kept coming, and he realized that it wasn't Lionblaze's dick, it was his shit! Jayfeather tried to spit it out, but Lionblaze was keeping his tailhole firmly against Jayfeather's mouth.

Jayfeather closed his mouth to stop the shit from flowing into his mouth. With his mouth closed, the shit had nowhere to go but his face, smearing his grey fur a dirty brown. It covered his face entirely, logs piling up on him until the mound became great enough that some of it started sliding off.

Lionblaze finished releaving himself, and wiped himself off on Jayfeather's side. As a final sign of disrespect, Lionblaze kicked dirt in Jayfeather's face, as if he was burying something in the dirtplace. Jayfeather spat the shit in his mouth out, but couldn't get the taste off his incredibly sensitive tastebuds. His legs collapsed, and he landed on something soft.

Jayfeather started felling the pile beneath him, and realized that it way prey! He couldn't be on the fresh-kill pile, could he? Now that he had time to relax, he started hearing things he hadn't noticed before. Namely, he could hear the breathing of a lot of cats around him. He was in the middle of camp, and everyone had just watched him get raped and use as a dirtplace by his own brother. He wanted to die of embarrassment.

Now that he knew where he was, he started to run towards the entrance of camp, wanting to head out to the lake to clean himself, but he was stopped by Lionblaze.

"Did you forget? You're mine and have to do what I say, and I'm not finished with you yet."

Did you know that cats don't actually urinate to mark things most of the time? The have scent glands and rub up against things to mark stuff. And just so you guys know, toilet stuff isn't the only thing I do, it's literally just a weird coincidence that the early things I was asked for that weren't super vanilla were those. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway, time for me to respond to a million comments that accrued because I took fucking forever!

SCAT: Hey man, shit happens *laugh track*

Lmao Life: yw

Anon: Putting that in the maybe pile for now.

Abby: 's too vague.

Claptrap: So I can't write a second chapter to the first because it's not my character so it's not my place, but I'm pretty sure it would be okay for me to write this about an entirely different cat in this situation I think? Maybe. I'm not sure I'd have to think about it. At the very least, I really like your idea, dude. (Also you know you can change your name from guest, right?)

Autumnmuzzle: I like it, putting it in the to-do pile somewhere.

Amazing Auburn: I think the compromise I proposed above will work, but feel free to tell me if you're still not okay with it.

Anon: Hmm, it is legit. Also I might do this but without the stick fucking because I can never think of stick fucking without thinking of splinters.

Cinderstar: Too vague, dude.

DeadricEclipse: I am sorry, I will not be writing this, but holy fuck thank you for showing me that I forgot something in my will not write list (death) so that I can go edit that now because I'd rather not have situations where people assume incorrectly because people might be afraid of asking for something because they think they'll be super rejected for it or something. Also if people complained about you not liking a very uncommon and honestly pretty grody fetish I'd honestly be surprised. (Also they'd be dicks. (Seriously the entire reason I'm doing this is for there to be a mostly 'no judgement here' type space.))

Guest: Thank you and I haven't left it!

Fabulous: Lordran mostly (haha, you see the joke is that I was playing DS3 and that's what the setting of the game is you see? I'm hilarious.)