The huge white tom watched the tabby leader from his perch on the sturdy, thick tree branch overlooking the large sun-dappled clearing. His cold, empty, icy blue eyes narrowed as the rival leader walked through the grassy, prey-rich territory, acting as if he already owned it.
'Someone needs to be taught a lesson, Waspkit.' The sadistic leader sneered, jumping from the tree and landing lightly on the hard-packed earth. With a flick of his tail, the others emerged from the undergrowth as they stalked the tabby leader.
They closed in on their unsuspecting victim, hunger and malice gleaming in their eyes. Apparently to excited to control himself any longer, the brown apprentice pounced on the black and white tabby.
Bloodheart, Horsepaw's mentor and one of the Clan's most trusted and valuable warriors, straightened up. His unique copper eyes gleamed with vague disappointment as he moved to stop him, only to be halted by Bardstar as the leader flicked his tail in front of the brown tabby.
Icy blue eyes watched the apprentice interestingly, wondering what made him lose control so soon. Gasping softly, almost inaudibly, Bardstar fought the urge to widen his eyes, forcing his fur to lay flat as heat shot through his pelt.
He glimpsed a large, girthy, long cock for a tantalizing heartbeat, its veins pulsed excitedly before swiftly disappearing into Waspstar's tight tailhole.
Bardstar swallowed thickly as Horsepaw's mentor eagerly took a place beside him, both toms thrusting into Waspstar. The large tom purred, tail tip twitching, as he saw the prideful leader stifle a scream. Padding up, he positioned his large cock, only slightly skinnier than Horsepaw's, at his muzzle, brushing his mouth.
The tabby leader shook his head stubbornly, dark blue eyes blazing with defiance.
"I said suck, you stupid kit!" Bardstar snarled loudly, feeling pleased as Waspstar's ears flattened, eyes growing wide and round with fear. He shrieked thinly as Bardstar grabbed the thick fur of his scuff in his sharp, white teeth, pulling up at the same time his slammed his cock into his jaws.
The tom fucked himself deep into the tight, fleshy walls of Waspstar's throat.
"Good little kitty, Waspkit." The large tom purred condescendingly, voice dripping with sickening over-sweetness, as he ran a faux-loving paw over the tabby's head, claws pinpricking in a silent threat.
Bardstar's eyes slid closed as he pictured the leader's throat cut open, thick, dark, sticky, blood stained the ground beneath as he and his warriors roughly fucked the leader to death.
He moaned lustfully, brow furrowing a second later as the image before him changed, becoming fuzzy and out of focus briefly before showing himself, fur matted down with dried cum as he panted, eyes shadowed with lust and shivering.
He tried in vain to chase the fantasy away, eyes flying open as he felt claw frantic churning at his hips, scared mumbling sending vibrations through his cock.
Waspstar's wide, fearful, watery eyes where almost the white tom's undoing. Wet, erotic gagging sounds caressed his ears as he purred in delight.
"Oh Darkthrust," He called to his dark gray deputy sweetly, smirking evilly, "this little bitch can still talk. Let's fix that, shall we?"
The dark gray tom smirked, red eyes gleaming evilly. Bardstar fought not to shiver as the handsome tom settled beside him, thrusting into their victim's mouth. Both set a steady, even pace as tears sprang to Waspstar's eyes.
"Aw, are we hurting you, little Waspkit?" He asked, voice slimy with faux, thinly-veiled sweetness.
"Well, this'll teach you to try to take one of the richest spots in RapeClan, won't it?" He continued, pounding hard into his victim's jaws.
After hours of torture, the tabby's body twitched in the dirt, movement sending up a cloud of dust as thick, dark blood poured from two long gashes in his throat.
Long, loud moans filled the breezy night air as the dying leader's attacker, a violent reddish-brown tom, thrust roughly. His moans turned into long, low whines of pleasure every time Waspstar's spasming body would tighten unwillingly around his thick, pulsing cock.
Cold crept over his body as spots of beckoning darkness danced teasingly before his eyes and it seemed like an endless, tortuous eternity before the taunting spots give way to a blissful, heavy, blackness.