First chapter is Lust, BigstarXShellwhisper.
Kinks: Begging, breeding, D/s, facial, Humiliation, and pain
Prologue: How Things Are Done
Bigstar woke up with a purr, feeling a soft weight on his back. It couldn't be much later than sundown, but for his mate, he was happy to reawaken. He stopped when he saw a face that wasn't white and innocent-eyed like Tinyfoot's. He made to get up, off of his belly with his member already slightly exposed at the thought of his little kit, but the pale gray she-cat gently place a paw on his chest.
"Just relax, big boy… And tell me what you want me to do." Shellwhisper whispered in his ear. She started rubbing his member with her other paw, but he shoved her away.
"The only cat for me is Tinyfoot." he growled. She whimpered overdramatically.
"Bigstaaaar, I'm in heat, and well.. Your name isn't Bigstar for nothing." she purred, again. He still wasn't having it as she got up and rubbed her body against his.
"I'm sure some other tom could fuck you well enough. It's not as if you're particular." he huffed. She nipped his member and he jumped to his feet.
"That's the spirit." she purred, amused. Suddenly, he pounced on her and forced her to the ground, his member lined with her already soaking wet pussy.
"This is just punishment for being such a pushy bitch. Some 'submissive' you are." he growled cruelly as he plunged his dick into her. She yowled in pleasure and an amount of pain as he began thrusting, fast and hard.
"Is this what you wanted?" he grunted in her ear.
"YES! StarClan, Bigstar, yes!" she moaned in pure bliss.
"Does my dick feel good inside you? Is that all you ever want, you filthy little slut?" he hissed to her.
"Mhm!" she barely managed to say, too overcome by pleasure.
"Speak up!" he snarled, digging in his claws.
"I love it! I love feeling your big hard cock deep inside my pussy. I love when you ruin my tight core and show me who has power over my weak pathetic existence!" she cried joyfully.
She squirmed underneath him, moaning and pressing her body against his as he pushed into her. He sank his fangs into her scruff, adding his claws as he kneaded her lustfully. He knew Tinyfoot would be upset, but it was nothing catching some of her favorite fresh-kill couldn't fix.
"Do you want kits, you easy piece of roadkill?" he snarled in her ear.
"P-please, no, Bigstar!" she begged, "Please don't make me have your kits!"
"Oh yeah? But you wanted my dick so bad. I'd think you'd want what comes with it." he threatened, thrusting a little slower. "I-I think I feel it coming now." he resisted the hint of a moan in his voice.
"Please, Bigstar! StarClan, please don't!" she whimpered with real fear now.
"Fine." he sighed, and pulled out unceremoniously. He walked around and sat in front of her.
"Then make me cum with your mouth. After we're done, don't speak of this and never come to me with your problems, again." Shellwhisper nodded meekly and licked the tip experimentally. He bit his lip as she slowly wrapped her mouth around it. She gently placed her paw on the base and stroked what she couldn't fit in her mouth.
"Mmm.." Bigstar felt his face warm as he accidentally moaned from the wonderful pleasure she gave him. She smirked a bit, pulling her mouth tighter around his cock. She bobbed her head a little and he moaned a little louder.
"Do you like this, Master?" Shellwhisper asked, pulling back for a second to speak. Bigstar shoved her head back down.
"Shut up, slut. No one is allowed to call me that except my mate. You're just a cocksleeve." Shellwhisper didn't try to speak again and sped up, sucking harder until Bigstar couldn't help but moan uncontrollably. The pleasure slowly built up inside him until he could barely contain himself.
"I-I'm gonna cum. Get ready, fucktoy." he managed to speak before pulling out of her mouth and covering her face with hot, thick cum. She whined plaintively, but he ignored her and stared down at her as he finished; she was shaking as she stood up.
"Good. Now get out of here." he growled. She dipped her wet head and slunk out of the den, covered in sticky white shame.
He muttered as he watched her go, "Serves you right."
Still grumbling in annoyance to himself, he flopped down in his nest, again, and slept the rest of the night uneventfully.
That is, until in the dark just before dawn, when there was already a bustle around the nursery. The leader emerged groggily from his den to see what was going on. Pebbleshade paced outside the den with Poppyblaze, Sunnyhawk, and Hailcry.
"What's going on?" Bigstar queried.
"Nothing of your business." Poppyblaze meowed grumpily.
"We're all worrying about the kits. Shadefur's, I mean. Dewspeckle's been in there since moonhigh, but she still isn't finished kitting." Hailcry explained more kindly.
A muffled wail that was cut short came from the nursery. A small tabby head popped out of the entrance.
"Finally, I think that's all of them." Dewspeckle meowed, "She can really pack them in… and I'm not talking about kits.. Ahem anyways, everyone is happy and healthy! You all can come in, but only one at a time."
"Sunnyhawk, why don't you come see first?" she said, then turned to Bigstar. "You'll have to be last, I'm afraid. Fathers are always allowed first."
Bigstar's eyes widened in amusement, but the medicine cat just shrugged before turning around and letting the elder follow her in. It was a while before Bigstar was allowed in. He used the time to groom his pelt thoroughly, listening leisurely to any chatter that made it through the nursery walls. Finally, the sun almost above the trees, all the other toms had gone in and come out; the medicine cat peeked her head out again.
"Alright, you can come see them. But you have to be quick, Shadefur's falling asleep as we speak, and she's a very protective mother." Dewspeckle directed.
Bigstar nodded his head and slipped inside after her, eyes dilating in the dark den. Shadefur's nest was near the entrance, and she was curled around a mass of kits. One was a brown tabby tom with a white chest and toes. One was a black and white tom and another was a ginger tom. There were two cream tabbies, one was a tom with a white underside, and the other a she-kit with white paws and belly. The last was a cream and silver she-kit.
"Wow. That's a lot of kits." Bigstar rumbled. He sat down to watch the squirming mass. The nursery is getting quite crowded, he noted to himself, Swirlstripe's kits are nearly old enough, I should apprentice them soon.
"You're telling me." Shadefur murmured, purring slightly.
"Have you named them all? That's a lot of names to come up with." the tom asked.
"Yeah. It was a lot of thinking, but their fathers helped." the queen looked down at her new litter, a little embarrassed. "Um, he's Leopardkit," the brown tabby, "Onyxkit," the black and white tom, "Halfkit," the cream tom, "Shimmerkit," the cream she-kit, "Beechkit," the tortishell, "And Flarekit." the ginger tom.
"That's going to be one hard chant at their warrior ceremony." Bigstar purred. "But they'll make great warriors."
"I'm sure they will." Shadefur meowed warmly. Her eyelids were drooping and soon closed entirely. Bigstar slipped out quietly.