CHARACTERS: Tigerstar, his Dark Forest Croony's, and Leopardstar
GENRE'S: love, turn rape, and finally turned to absolute lust.

His paws left imprints in the ground underpaw. It was muddy; the color of barley dried blood. His lip curled to show his distaste. He didn't particularly enjoy living here, not when he so constantly missed the living world. The smell of fresh air - a cool breeze brushing against your fur. He sighed as he almost imagined it. Not to mention, how incredibly lonely it was here, all by yourself. Sure, there were the other dead members scattered here and there. But rarely would they ever be allowed to ravish a living feline. He let out a groan of longing.

He was yanked from his thoughts as a voice startled him. It was deep, rough, and demanding. He rolled his eyes as a large tabby tom stalked from between the thick underbrush. His expression was amused, his overly large claws scraping dramatically along the ground. "Thistleclaw? You look... well," he snorted.

"You were always one for dramatic flare," he countered back with a sneer, covering the shred of embarrassment he carried for being caught in such a vulnerable state. When the tom refused to back down, he hissed in annoyance. "Every tom has his flaws, Tigerstar. You ought to know that. Mine is... particularly... for the company of others."

"So it would seem," the large tom chuckled with a tsk. With as much confident mockery as he usually boasted, Tigerstar sat himself down and drew a paw up to examine it leisurely. His claws stretched from their sheathes as he said rather sarcastically, "So, how has this... wonderful place been treating you?"

"No need to be a smartass, Tigerstar," he spat out, before sitting back on his haunches and grumbling under his breath. "Brokenstar is as mad as ever, so that's great I s'pose. How about you? How are your... erm, plans, carrying out? Any particular kittypet scum standing in your way?"

At that the large tabby's face scrunched up with distaste. "Right back at you, Thistleclaw. And to answer your question... It's been going splendidly. We've successfully infiltrated RiverClan's camp. Leopardstar is rather... well, fond of me, if you know what I mean. We haven't fooled around - but its as if she practically begs for it daily. I enjoy the pining, really. It'll be easy taking over her entire Clan and forming TigerClan."

Thistleclaw scowled at that, his face turning sour as he watched the tom boast. He was so cocky it was almost painful to look at. "Lucky you," he snapped, unable to curve his sharp tone. His previous apprentice met his gaze with a flash of amusement. He glowered and let his claws scrape along the floor of the murky forest; scoring long gouges and satisfying his sharp attitude.

"You know... I do have an idea. She's willing to do whatever I tell her..." he trailed off, his smile curling into a mischievous grin - full of tooth and evil intent. "If you catch my drift.

"Go on..." he growled, his smile twisting into delight at where this conversation was heading.

"Well... lets say you bring her to the Dark Forest. I'll show her to the training clearing. Though - I have to admit - we probably won't be doing much training there. I'll let you have your way with her. And, then, we can let the rest of the cats do what they want with her as well..." he proposed with a chuckle. "Its a win, win situation. I think she's craving a good fucking anyways."

Thistleclaw could already feel the excitement pulsing in his member. "Its a plan, then," he growled - his voice laced with arousal.

She opened her eyes tiredly, letting them adjust to the sudden wash of darkness all around her. When she could finally look around, she found herself in an almost ethereal looking forest; tinted with red and crimson hues. The trees were decorated with mushrooms, all glowing with a faint and eery light. She couldn't help but shiver. Standing up, the spotted feline drew in her surroundings warily. Where was she? In some weird, nightmare?

Taking a pace forward, the golden she-cat bent to sniff some foliage, before jumping as they began to rustle. She pricked her ears curiously. And as they drew back, they revealed a mountain of a cat. He had large muscles, rippling under a glossy coat of dark tabby markings. He smiled charmingly, his eyes twinkling invitingly at her. His long claws scraped against the ground as he drew closer. "Leopardstar..."

"Tigerstar," she greeted excitedly. "You seem to plague all of my dreams and thoughts, lately."

His expression flashed to surprise; and barley kept mirth as he tilted his head and flashed her a crocodile sized grin. "Oh, really now? I plague all of your dreams, right?"

Her pelt lifted with nervous energy now. His reaction caught her off guard; it was usually more excited and full of energy. Never of mild curiosity. The she-cat glanced around. Everything felt so real.. maybe a bit too real. She couldn't help but ask, "This is... this is a dream, right?"

His eyes seemed to flash for a moment, before it was gone in the blink of an eye. Replaced now was an expression of delight, his smile reaching his eyes as they glowed with amusement - and something else. "Oh - yes! A dream. You can do... well, whatever you want here."

"Thank StarClan," Leopardstar breathed with a of relief. Her tense shoulders and muscles relaxed to a more fluent and lazy posture. Though, something about his expression made her hold back from her usually enthusiasm towards him. Something about his gaze made her almost... want to fold in on herself. As if he was pinning her with those large claws of his, like some piece of prey.

Before she could so much as move, he interrupted her with a coy grin gestured at the shadows behind them. "I've got a surprise waiting for you; you'll really enjoy it. Follow me," he instructed with a wink before turning and letting the dark furls of foliage swallow his tabby frame.

She watched after him curiously; any thoughts of nerves quickly forgotten. His tone made her wiggle with excitement. If this was like any other dream with Tigerstar in it, she probably knew where it was leading. But she let herself play into the roll, strolling after him and laughing lightly. "Of course, Tigerstar," she answered playfully.

She followed his barley visible pelt, dark only when the faint light of the mushrooms weren't dancing across his frame. She ducked as a arcing fern moved as if to hit her in the face. She huffed in annoyance, her paws slipping in the murky mud. "How much further?" she complained, her voice seeming to echo in the vast forest. She glanced up, shivering slightly. The sky was dark; pitch black. Not even a single star lit up its inky surface.

When no answer brushed her ears, she slowed to a halt, emerging into a spacious clearing. The trees all around her were twisted, a jumble of claw marks scarring the bark. She shivered again that night, and let out a sharp inhale of breath. The dark tabby was nowhere to be found. Where had he gone? This time she called out more nervously. "Tiger...star...?" her voice sounded small, even to her own ears.

The bracken before her rustled slightly, and through them parted a prickly furred gray tom. She backed up, her spine arcing with shock. "Y-your not Tigerstar...! It took her a moment to remember... but she widened her gaze in surprise. She'd seen him a few times, at gatherings. She remembered when a RiverClan patrol had reported the death of a ThunderClan warrior, when he had pushed their limits much too far. "Thistleclaw?"

He grinned widely. His eyes flashed with amusement; unnerving her as she took a pace back. "Leopardstar," the tom purred with an almost sickening voice. What added even more to her alarm and confusion was that more cats were beginning to surround the clearing. Soon, she found herself in a sea of figures. Their pelts were slightly see through - emanating with dark auras.

Among them, a familiar large tabby tom with bright amber eyes and unusually long claws. He winked at her, chuckling in amusement. She flinched and looked around her, feeling like a mouse caught in a trap. "W-what's going on?" she hissed.

It was Tigerstar who spoke, coming to stand next to Thistleclaw. "Ladies and Gentleman; we've provided a fun little show for tonight. Though many of you may have your way with her through the night - myself and Thistleclaw get first dibs," he chuckled. Catching her eye, his grin widened even more as the two tom's began to stroll forward.

She made to back up, but was greeted as sharp claws lunged at her haunches. She whirled around and hissed at her attacker - though it was hard to pick out which feline exactly had done it. But it was enough to distract her from her impending doom. She let out a cry of alarm as she was dragged backwards. Twisting, she managed to get on her back - though now she was pinned above the towering forms of the two toms. "Stop!" she cried out in a panic.

Her words were greeted with laughter as Thistleclaw leaned forward and drew a tongue over her muzzle, his hot breath tickling the fur on her ears as he breathed, "I'm going to thoroughly enjoy this. Its been so... so long since I've had a live show."

She scrambled as she was flipped onto her stomach, claws digging into her pelt as she was dragged into a crouching position. She let out a frightened hiss, pelt bristling as Tigerstar moved to the front of her. The gravity of the situation hadn't weighed on her, until she saw his large and bulging member. Gasping, she trembled and attempted to break free of Thistleclaw's grasp. "H-hey! We can talk about t-this, right? Please, don't... j-just let me go!"

"Sorry, darlin'. But this sounded way too fun," he chuckled. She let out a gasp as he jerked her head forcefully up, claws digging into her pelt. His member was positioned at her mouth, pressing and attempting to pry past her lips. But as much as he wanted him, she didn't want this. She could feel the weight of Thistleclaw as he positioned himself as well. His member, impressively large as well, was rubbing against her core. She sucked in a breath of air, the pleasure all a bit too much.

But it was enough to grant access to Tigerstar. With her inhale, his member penetrated her maw. He grasped her head with a grunt as he began to pump roughly into her maw, making her choke against the girth. To make it worse, she could feel the large member of Thistleclaw's begin to part the lips of her core, as well. She made an involuntary moan, ashamed of herself for feeling any sort of pleasure during this.

"That's a good girl," Tigerstar growled encouragingly, thrusting even harder into her throat. She made a loud moan as Thistleclaw's member thrust into her. He pumped in and out, his grunts loud and excited. She could feel his claws gripping deeper into her golden pelt, holding her tightly against the ground as she was thrust into at both ends.

Tigerstar panted above her, quickening his pace as his member thrust in and out of her maw and stretched her throat. She could feel the suffocating feeling, but willed herself to give in and suck his girth. His pace quickened, until finally his salty seed rushed into her mouth. She coughed and swallowed it, gasping in rasping breaths as he drew away. But she hardly had time to recover as Thistleclaw pounded her core relentlessly. She moaned out in protest, "Please, no more. Leave me alone!"

"Oh, were just getting started," crooned Tigerstar as he waved his tail at a few more cats. "Go ahead. And please... be careful. We don't want our toy falling apart right away."

She watched in fear as two toms stalked forward. One looked like the tom Brokenstar; the other she couldn't recognize. He was a large white tom, with an ugly scar scouring across his face and twisting along his flank. She gasped out as Thistleclaw bucked into her, claws lengthening. "God your so tight," he spat with pleasure.

She moaned, clutching at the ground with outstretched claws. Brokenstar moved in front of her, positioning his erect member at her maw. The other tom went around to her backside. Thistleclaw's pace slowed as the tom spoke at him - but his voice was too muffled as her ears were grasped and yet another member was plunged into her aching mouth. She winced at the roughness.

Suddenly, she was twisted onto her side, claws roughly yanking her and holding her in place. The white tom positioned himself at her core yet again, a smirk rippling across his sharp features. "Time to have some real fun," he growled lowly. He thrust into her, causing her to groan repeatedly at his rapidly movements. Pleasure was beginning to pool inside of her, filling her body with heat.

However pain exploded behind her eyes as something thrust into her arse, parting the tight hole and pushing deep inside. She managed to glimpse Thistleclaw, as he began to move slowly at first. She let out a whimper at the sharp pains. Her body trembled with effort; pain mixed with pleasure.

Soon, the movements grew into pleasure as all three toms ravaged all of her holes; thrusting in and out in a rhythmic and rough pattern. Her eyes rolled back as she groaned with the movements, pain turning to immense pleasure as her body was gripped and pounded into.

She began to notice other cats surrounding them now, sitting on their hind legs as they watched the show. Their members were all erect, large and protruding eagerly for their next turn. Some of them were rubbing their shafts with pleasure, panting as they watched the scene below. She even saw a few she-cats rubbing at their own cores, gasping with pleasure.

Leopardstar gasped as the thrusts grew faster, harder. She moaned past the member in her maw, quick sounds that matched with the pace of the frenzied tom's and there thrusting. She barley heard their grunts as her mind filled with the brink of her orgasm; a wave of pleasure and ecstasy. Thrusting her hips to match the pace of the toms, she let out a final cry as the tom's heaved a loud grunt, spurting their seed into her core. Her body convulsed with orgasmic pleasure as her own juices spilled from her.

A few of the tom's around her had climaxed as well, their sticky semen coating her pelt and sticking to her frame. She swallowed the thick seed yet again and drew in gasping breaths as all three of them pulled out. She was exhausted; but her body pulsed with energy and excitement. She wanted more. Wriggling to a crouch, she thrust her haunches into the air and let out a begging cry as her rump wiggled in the air. "More, fuck me more," she gasped past parted lips.

She was greeted with whistling and rough laughter. Before she knew it, a muzzle was buried deep into her core; and her own muzzle was licking at the juicy and sticky liquid of another feline's core. She groaned as the tongue attacking her lips darted in and out, bringing her closer and closer to another orgasm.

And then, another large member was thrust into her - pounding in and out with a much more rough and frantic speed. She moaned as she sucked at core before her, at the moment not entirely caring she was eating out another she-cat. Everything was all much too chaotic for her to gather, right now.

She gasped as the member behind her quickened its pace, before spurting another load of seed into her. She felt as if she were about to explode as she came, licking ravenously at the member before her. Her maw and hinds were soaked by the time the other she-cat came as well, the liquid pooling past her chin and onto the murky ground below.

This was going to be a long, tiresome night.