First chapter without a real lemon, although there is still plenty of sex.

Kinks: pLOt

Chapter Eight: Seduction In Action

"Daddy!" a shriek from the clearing made the leader shoot from his nest, fur bristling. Tinyfoot! He barreled out of his den, eyes wide and staring in every direction. He was out in time to see many she-cats pouring into the camp. It had been nearly a moon, but he was right: Sweetspire was enacting her revenge. Tinyfoot had been on watch and ran into him, trying to warn him.

"Daddy!" she panted, relieved. Warriors began emerging from their den, bristling, ready for a fight. The first enemy, a familiar large white she-cat, launched herself at the warriors, and the battle began.

Scarleteyes whipped around as one cat charged at her, exposing her pussy and stopping the enemy in their tracks. The cat yowled in surprise, fur getting hot. What is this!? Just then, Dapplefeather came up behind the enemy and mounted her, immediately shoving her cock into the unassuming tailhole. The enemy yowled in surprise and pain, collapsing like a weed under the pale cat. Dapplefeather nodded to Scarleteyes, who leapt back into the battle. Then, she dug her claws into the enemy's pelt, getting a better grip and plunging deeper inside her. The intruder began to like it, her tongue hanging out. However, she stared at the ground shamefully as her comrades battled around her, some catching glimpses of her unspeakable failure.

Not far away, Brookthroat had tackled two younger she-cats, probably about the age of apprentices. He began mercilessly eating the brown tabby out while he used one paw to play with the silver she-cat's cunt. The tabby purred, surprised by the sudden pleasure. The silver cat squirmed, trying to get away, but couldn't dislodge the big tom, while the tabby started drooling, eyes closed in bliss.

"You like it, little whore?" Brookthroat snickered, pulling away for a second.

"D-don't stop!" the tabby whimpered, her fur hot. She didn't know what was going on, and it even felt wrong. But she needed it to continue.

"Look who's a slut." the tom purred, licking her juices off of his whiskers. "Say you are and I'll keep going." The tabby screwed her eyes shut, deliberating.

"I'm.. a sl…" she muttered.

"Speak up, bitch."

"I'm a slut!" she meowed, loud enough for several cats to hear.

"That's what I like to hear." Brookthroat meowed before continuing to eat her pussy.

Suddenly, a familiar white and blue she-cat ran by. He snickered, making eye contact with Braveclaw for a moment. His former apprentice winked and wriggled his haunches shortly before launching himself on top of her.

"Back already, my pet?" he growled in her ear.

"No!" she yelped, struggling underneath him. Not again! His dick was already hard, she could feel it pressed against her back just above her tail.

"Mmm c'mon, kitty, I know you liked it last time. It'll be even better, now." the warrior moaned in her ear, licking her a bit. She shuddered at the thought.

"Get off me!" she whimpered.

"Hmmmm…. No." he purred sadistically, and suddenly pulled away before thrusting inside her. Her walls squirmed in surprise, squeezing him tightly.

"I'm getting used to you, kitty." he said. "I'll have to keep you around awhile longer." Smokey opened her mouth to protest, but found instead she was shoved forward, her tongue planted in the dirt. She gagged, but nothing seemed to stop Braveclaw.

Their leader emerged from the crowd, glancing around wildly. Slushpaw's blood was fresh on her claws. His attack had failed, and he'd just ran howling into the apprentices' den. Phloxpetal stepped elegantly through the crowd, seeming unfazed by the battle raging around her. Her amber eyes met Sweetspire's.

"Back for more, sweet thing?" she purred calmly.

The white cat's lip rolled up on one side, half snarling. "I'm back to tear your demented 'clan' apart. It's unnatural, wrong. You're all mouse maters, and you deserve to be punished for it."

"Good luck with that!" the ginger cat snickered wickedly, and threw herself at the band leader. She ducked, which Phloxpetal expected. She landed on the fluffy white tail, digging her claws in. Sweetspire screamed in pain, dropping onto her side and batting at Phloxpetal's back. She spun around and pushed the white forelegs away, swiping at her chest. Sweetspire jerked back, accidentally ending up on her back, exposed.

"Oh, what a desperate whore!" Phloxpetal purred, seizing her chance. She ducked her head between the she-cat's legs and stuck her tongue out, lapping at the folds. Sweetspire let out a confused purr, momentarily not fighting back. Phloxpetal worked harder, sucking on the nub until the white cat writhed in pleasure.

"You disgusting bitch!" she yowled in complaint, yet didn't try to get away. Phloxpetal pulled away, licking her lips, read to speak. "N-no..."

The deputy's eyes lit with delight. "Oh, you really want it now? How can I say no after last time?" the raising yowls of the fleeing rogues around them almost drowned out her words. She dove back into the big she-cat's pussy, sliding her tongue inside her and feeling the she-cat writhe from the inside out. She struggled, trying to stop the inevitable.

Across the clearing, Bigstar was standing protectively before his beloved mate. A foolish cat, very young but large for her age, squared up to them. The big black cat sneered, amused. The brown tabby took a few steps one way and then the other, apparently trying to distract them with a zig-zag trajectory, before charging right at them. Bigstar squared his body, letting her crash into his shoulder harmlessly, excluding some small scratches. He planted a paw on her chest and began trailing his eyes down her chest…

"NO!" suddenly, Sweetspire threw Phloxpetal back and ran towards Bigstar. He purred dementedly, watching her with empty eyes. With her bandmates disassembled, most the clan cats were free to leap after her, pinning her to the ground.

She yowled desperately, "Please! Don't touch her. I'll do anything.." The black tom stared down at the quivering she-cat, staring fearfully up at him with wide eyes.

"Anything, hmm?" he rumbled, deliberating.

"Anything.." Sweetspire breathed, afraid.

"Oh Bigstar, don't be such a tease." Phloxpetal purred, "Of course 'anything' is worth much more than that little treat." He rolled his eyes playfully.

"Right, thank you, sweet deputy." he replied with sarcasm. She huffed humorously. "Very well,—Sweetspire is it? In exchange for this cat's virginity, you and your remaining 'bandmates' will be prisoners to KinkClan."

The band leader's pupils shrunk, reality dawning on her. She swallowed, desperate for an alternative. Most of her friends had abandoned her, she had little more than herself to offer. She dropped her head, sighing softly.

"Okay."