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Chapter Eleven: Changing Minds

In the morning, Phloxpetal watched Braveclaw groom with one eye open. She stifled a purr of amusement at his excitement. She was eager for a new day of punishing their captives as well, but as deputy and a seasoned warrior, she had to control herself expertly. She remained in the den for a while, purring softly in the warmth created by so many sleeping bodies. Finally, she figured her willing experimental participants had enough sleep to perform. She stepped around the den, nosing a warrior here and there awake.

In a few moments, she emerged with Poppyblaze, Pebbleshade, Brookthroat, and Raggedpelt in tow. The deputy stuck her head into the apprentices' den, the den appearing abandoned. It was easy to locate the big, beautiful she-cat she was after: Sweetspire. Their eyes met and the band's leader scowled.

"Here, kitty kitty." Phloxpetal called sarcastically, speaking loud enough that all the toms behind her could hear claerly. Begrudgingly, the great white she-cat stalked forward, slow but purposeful. Her eyes didn't waver, not daring to meet the deputy's eyes. The sleek ginger tabby stepped back, allowing her prisoner to exit.

"Keep in line and we'll be merciful." the deputy meowed. Sweetspire said nothing. Not needing a command, the four toms created a tight formation surrounding the prisoner. Phloxpetal led them through the camp entrance, temporarily breaking their formation to fit. They briefly followed the scent of Braveclaw and the pretty she-cat before taking a sharp turn into the forest. Their path weaved until the band leader was thoroughly confused. Suddenly they halted and she almost bumped into the tom in front of her.

"Alright, boys, give me a moment to tie her up.." Phloxpetal approached with four sticks and some vine in her mouth, plenty more trailing behind her. Sweetspire was cooperative enough as her legs were bound to short lengths of the vine, all tied securely to a stick that was shortly plunged into the earth. She slumped unhappily onto her side as the vines were pulled tight and she could no longer stand.

"What a nice view." Pebbleshade jibed, staring down at the obedient prisoner. Suddenly, the reality of the situation dawned harshly on Sweetspire. She swallowed hard.

"Pebbleshade, why don't you go first?" the red tabby asked, looking to the dominant tom. He nodded happily and approached the disheveled white cat. He nudged her until she was flat on her back, staring uncertainly back up at him.

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He quickly lined his member up with Sweetspire's unprepared hole and rammed into her. The large she-cat yelped, immediately biting her lip to hide her displeasure. Pebbleshade wasn't senseless, though, purring sadistically in response. As he pounded ruthlessly into her, his fellow clanmates were helplessly aroused. Seeing the powerless prisoner bite her tongue against the building pleasure and pain, expertly taking the tom's cock despite her distaste. Even Phloxpetal found it hard to keep herself under control.

The warriors had no need to keep up appearances, though. Brookthroat and Poppyblaze sat back and began stroking their members, watching the show. Raggedpelt was not so easily satisfied, though, and got up to whisper something to Phloxpetal. The deputy nodded, and the tom then approached Pebbleshade. The black and white cat begrudgingly relented in his merciless ramming, pulling out and allowing Raggedpelt to readjust Sweetspire's restraints. He roughly forced her to her feet. Being too dazed to think for herself, the white cat complied. Raggedpelt slid underneath her, quickly plunging his cock into her cunt. Pebbleshade mounted her again and continued his rough pace in her ass. Sweetspire wailed again, this time unable to hold back. She whimpered helplessly, unsure if she was enjoying the experience or not.

"I'm gonna cum!" Pebbleshade moaned, shoving himself deep inside her as he did. She shuddered at the sensation of the hot, thick liquid shooting into her ass.

"Alright, give someone else a turn." Poppyblaze growled, getting to his paws. Pebbleshade calmly pulled out and stepped back, waving his tail to welcome the other tom to take his place. While Poppyblaze mounted Sweetspire, sinking quickly into her relaxed hole, the tuxedo tom approached Phloxpetal.

"I'm far from finished," he began, "and she's hardly being used to her potential. Let me fuck her mouth."

The deputy sighed, wishing she'd picked one less cat and put herself into the ring, instead. However, she dipped her head in agreement. Purring in satisfaction, the tom approached her head. He reared up and placed his paws on her haunches before forcing his member inside her muzzle. She gagged, entirely unused to the sensation, and tried to spit him out.

Pebbleshade clawed the side of her head. "Suck, slut."

Raggedpelt moaned beneath her, pulling out right before he came on her. Panting, he let Brookthroat take his place. Phloxpetal was going crazy, now, watching the tireless toms use every one of the gorgeous she-cat's holes. She gave in, slipping one of her paws down to her core and playing with herself; she was already dripping wet. She refused to cum, yet, getting a wonderful idea.

Pebbleshade was barking instructions at the rebellious captive, forcing her to learn how to suck a cock properly. "Fuck, you're doing alright, finally. I'm about to cum. You better swallow it, fucktoy."

Sweetspire choked, but managed to take it all. The sadistic tom stepped away, seeming pleased for the moment. He lay back beside Raggedpelt, catching his breath. Now that the lovely band leader's mouth was unattended, the deputy approached her head heautily.

"I can't help but notice you haven't cum, yet." she purred. Sweetspire was silent.

" I still have a strong suspicion that you're gay, Sweetspire. I think I'll put my theory to the test." Without wasting any more time, Phloxpetal sat on the other cat's face. She let herself moan loudly and breathily, hoping to arouse the other she-cat more. It seemed to work. Sweetspire's breath quickened and Poppyblaze became more enthusiastic, finishing on her back after a few seconds.

"Fuck, she got a lot tighter after that." he rumbled, "I think you're right, clever deputy."

"I second that." Brookthroat moaned.

"Look who's the dirty sex-crazed—oooh.." the deputy's words faltered as Sweetspire's tongue worked expertly on her soaking folds. Phloxpetal let her tongue fall out as her legs shook from the intensity of the experience.

"StarClan, I think we've turned her!" she purred. Suddenly the she-cat's tongue plunged deep inside her and the cat below her squirmed. Brookthroat was pushed over the edge and let his cum recoat the white cat's underside. Finally, the ginger tabby reached her climax as well, barely able to keep holding herself up. As Phloxpetal stood up, Sweetspire licked her lips, panting.

"I admit it." she said breathlessly.

"What's that?" the deputy asked smugly.

"I'm a slut. I love mating!"

"Good girl." Phloxpetal purred, helping her up. "Will you join us, then? No more warfare?"

"Yes."

[ End of Lemons ]

Bigstar nodded to Slushpaw, dismissing him from their conversation. My first mission! The apprentice thought ecstatically. He was practically skipping as he approached his den, which was still occupied by the prisoners. The guards gave him skeptical looks, but Bigstar approached them, assuring them that Slushpaw was doing as he asked.

He stepped inside the den, glancing around until his gaze locked on a dark tabby pelt. He pushed through to it and then gave her a playful bat with his forepaw.

"Hey, Henbit, right?" he meowed.

The large she-cat turned to him, confused and afraid.

"Y-yes.."

"Nice to meet you! I'm Slushpaw. I'm here to escort you." the tom said with the friendliest tone he had.

"Please, don't. I know what's happening to the others—"

"Nah, you've got it all wrong!" Slushpaw purred, "We're going hunting. My leader wants to see how well your mother trains you in your group."

"Oh." Henbit replied, seeming to visibly relax.

"Yeah! So don't worry, just follow me." the pale tabby turned and led the captive out of the den, allowing her to walk beside him rather than behind. The unobservant prisoner was oblivious to the guards now stealthily following them, guaranteeing she wouldn't get away if she dared try.

"So, are you a creep like the rest of your clanmates?" Henbit shot at him boldly. Slushpaw looked to her quizzically.

"I can guess what you mean, so yes I suppose, but you've got it all wrong, ya know?"

"My mother says you're terribly misogynistic." she ventured with a sharp tone.

"What?"

"...You don't treat she-cats fairly."

"That's crazy! Our deputy, one of the greatest cats of our clan, is a she-cat. You had to have seen her; Phloxpetal? She was the one to defeat your mother in the battle." he explained.

Henbit was quiet a moment, turning this over in her head.

"Forcing cats to mate with you is wrong."
"You wouldn't say that if you'd ever mated." Slushpaw purred, amused.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Henbit growled.

"Mating is the greatest thing ever! Most of the cats who don't want it at first are begging for it by the end."

"Really?" The she-cat seemed genuinely curious for a second.

"I can show you if you want." Slushpaw joked, winking. Henbit opened her mouth to retort, but the apprentice interrupted her.

"Alright, here is as good as any place. Show me your best hunting crouch." the gray tabby sat with his tail around his paws, looking at her expectantly. Determined to show up the tom, the rogue hunkered down, arranging her paws and tail perfectly, looking back at Slushpaw with a challenge in her gaze.

"That's great!" he said sincerely. "Have you had any battle training? Here, let's have a mock fight.."

Henbit showed a surprising adequacy in everything Slushpaw tested her in. She matched his skill level equally, although the leader had guessed she was slightly older than Slushpaw and his littermates. More importantly, though, she seemed to trust him somewhat. Slushpaw's mission was going perfectly.

"No way! You wish you would've been two steps ahead of me. You were just lucky." Henbit was saying as the pair returned to camp.

"Sounds like excuses. I think you're just afraid to admit I'm a better fighter than you." The young cats slowed as they reached the temporary captive's den.

"I suppose I have to go back, now." Henbit meowed unhappily.

"I suppose you do." Slushpaw meowed, "Wait, one more thing." he gestured with his tai for her to come closer, which she did.

"You know my offer still stands." he winked, "I'd love to teach you about the one thing you're still way behind in."

Henbit said nothing, pursing her lips as she felt her pelt getting hot. She turned quickly away from the tom, dashing inside the den. Slushpaw ignored her reaction, scampering proudly towards Bigstar's den on the heels of Braveclaw and Smokey...