This is Rape, RogueXSweetspire.

Kinks: Breeding, CNC, creampie, deepthroating, degradation, and oral

Chapter Thirteen: New Developments

"You really trusted one of them to help us?" a slim black she-cat whispered, crouched in the loft of a barn. Etiolated beams of moonlight seeped through the half open hayloft doors. Many more she-cats, all well hidden, lay in wait below.

It was a few nights after Sweetspire and Smokey's ceremony; a cat from that dreaded KinkClan had found the remains of the she-cat band, and informed them. Although the cat had been born to the clan, she had told them she secretly resented it. She refused to leave without seeing it destroyed. Thus Amber, the new leader of her group, had agreed to ally with her.

"It's only one cat, Fly." the new leader replied, "Besides, we easily outnumber her. If she was really any threat, we would have her tail in—"

She gasped quietly in surprise as a silhouette appeared in the door far below.

"She showed up." another black cat yowled, stepping aside to reveal the stranger.

"Greetings, friend." Amber called, forcing a purr into her tone as she grappled down the ladder. She landed with a soft thud on the packed dirt floor.

"It's nice to meet again." said the clan cat. She dipped her head. "I apologize for my secrecy, and not sharing my name. But I'm sure you understand, I don't want any chance of my clan finding out about this."
"Of course." Amber nodded. "So, let us waste little time. What news do you bring?"

"It's of your former leader, her kit, and Smokey. They've all agreed to join the clan. Henbit seems to be the only one hesitant to mate. Sweetspire is practically brainwashed, she chases cats around like a lost duckling, begging to mate. Smokey has already taken a mate and is carrying his kits." the words spilled from her mouth in a rush of exasperation.

The other she-cats were quiet for a moment, shocked and surprised.

"Those traitors." Fly spit angrily.

"My clan needs to be stopped, or soon the whole forest will be overrun with their sickness."

Amber nodded slowly. "Thank you for helping us. With less cats than ever, we'd have no chance alone in destroying KinkClan. You don't happen to have a plan of action yet, do you?"

To her surprise, the clan cat sniffed smugly before replying, "I have a brilliant first step, actually. Now listen closely, I can't spend too long explaining…"

"I don't want to go on patrol!" Sweetspire spat. A small crowd had gathered in the early dawn, drawn out of their cozy dens by the caterwauling of the distempered she-cat.

"We told you yesterday before you even slept, you have to! All warriors have to patrol." Pebbleshade growled. His tail lashed side to side in exasperation.

"What are you fussing over?" the fire pelted deputy emerged from the crowd and Sweetspire flew to grovel at her feet.

"Mistress!" she purred loudly, "Don't force me to patrol, my love, my only purpose in life is to serve at your side."

Phloxpetal slitted her eyes and pondered. I could take her as my slave, but she would still have warrior duties; and I'm absolutely not picking up her duties for her. Nor would I have the time or patience to take her on every patrol or duty—

"Sweetspire, may I make you a deal?" the booming voice of Bigstar interrupted Phloxpetal's thoughts. The large she-cat lifted her gaze and tilted her head.

"Would you like to mate all day without worrying about hunting or patrols?"

"Yes!" she purred loudly. "That's exactly what I want."

"Are you willing to mate with any of your clanmates, and to give up your right to tell another cat 'no'?"

"If that is what Mistress wishes of me, I will." Phloxpetal was nodding before she finished speaking, relieved.

"Very well. Sweetspire, I name you KinkClan's first cumpdump, fucktoy, sex slave—take your pick—from this day forward."

"Oh thank you, Bigstar." the white she-cat purred loudly, rubbing her body against his cheerfully.

"Your first duty is to make all your clanmates aware of your new rank." he rumbled before sauntering off.

Sweetspire turned immediately and poked her head into each den, excluding the nursery. She left the camp next, pursuing any patrols that had left before hearing the news. However she was unfamiliar with the territory, and eventually became lost. She decided to keep walking in the same direction in hopes of reaching the border, and then following that until she reached the place where not long ago, she had executed her ambush on her newfound home. She scented the air continually, not having much luck.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of fur and dashed towards it, calling out. A scruffy, fat old tom came into view. He didn't smell like KinkClan, and she didn't recognize him. She slowed to a halt, having second thoughts, but it was far too late. He turned around curiously and tilted his head at her.

"'Xcuse me, pretty thing, what wazzat?" he meowed. Sweetspire's pelt warmed a bit, trying to find the words to explain herself.

"Are you a KinkClan cat?" she asked cautiously.

"I reckon not, 'though I've met a few of 'em." a purr came into his tone, "They're quite the friendly group, eh?"

Sweetspire nodded and puffed out her chest.

"Yes, and I'm a brand new member of their ranks. In fact, I hold a title no other cat has before." she bragged.

"Oh my, how proud you must be." the tom purred in good humor, "What title izzat, pretty?"

"Well, 'fucktoy'." she replied coyly. "I'm to satisfy any and all of my clanmates' sexual urges, with no regards to whether I want it or not. But of course I always do…"

The tom's eyes became sharper suddenly, his posture changing as he took a step closer to her. He gave his disheveled, gray-speckled fur a few swift licks.

"What a prestig'ous role. So you want it?" his voice became a murmur, as he was suddenly close enough for their fur to touch. He leaned in and licked her neck.

"Hey!" she hissed, "Only my clanmates. Not some filthy old bag like you." a hint of her past self came out, pretension coating her words.

"I think a slut like you 'll change 'er mind." though he was old, he was still clearly strong as he bowled her over and licked more persistently. Sweetspire squirmed, filled with mixed emotions. Moans and protests escaped her maw intermittently. The old tom's wheezing gasps filled the air as he grew more excited. His member protruded from its sheath, brushing against her belly.

"Get off of me, you fat lecher!" she hissed through gritted teeth.

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He clambered around laboredly, his cock hanging just above her muzzle and his foul, hot breath hitting her quim.

"What a pretty little pussy." he purred before running his tongue teasingly around her outer lips.

"S-stop it, don't…" Sweetspire protested with diminishing vigor.

"You certainly do want it, you slut, stop pretending otherwise." the graying cat wheezed in self satisfaction. Then, he plunged his tongue into her, drawing her juices out with his movements.

"Oh, you dirty old pervert! Stop slobbering in my tight little hole!" she half growled, half moaned.

"You make too much noise." he replied in disdain, "We ought to put that mouth to better use." and with that, he shoved his cock against her maw. In a daze of pleasure and defeat, the she-cat opened her mouth and ran her tongue around the shaft, bobbing her head up to take it further in.

"There you go, bitch." he grunted. Her eyes widened frantically as he dropped his hips down, plunging his member balls deep. She gagged and choked uncontrollably. This caused her throat to clamp down and squeeze the old shriveled cock pleasurably. After only a few moments, the elder rogue relented and Sweetspire gasped for breath as he withdrew.

"It's been so damn long, I almost came already." he sighed, "But I wouldn't want to waste any seed in your mouth..."

He turned around again, realigning his dick with her now dripping if unwilling cunt. He pressed his hardness teasingly against her, the heat and friction becoming unbearable.

His rancid exhalation filled her lungs as he brought his face right to hers, "I want to put it all in that fertile little womb of yours, and finally pass on my genes."

"No!" Sweetspire yelped as he simultaneously railed inside her and bit down on her shoulder, ensuring she couldn't escape. He impaled her hard and erratically, climaxing within seconds. A thick, virile load of cum flooded into Sweetspire, filling her and oozing out around his member.

"No, not inside..!" she whimpered pitifully. Only a member of my clan for a few sunrises, and already betraying it...

The aged tom panted for a moment, pausing inside her, "'S'what you were meant to do, I'm just punishing you for denying it."

He was far from finished, continuing his rigorous pace after catching his breath. The cum leaking out of her lessened the friction some, allowing her a bit more pleasure. Reluctantly, she started moaning softly. It felt as if very thrust pushed his sperm deeper inside her, further ensuring her impregnation.

"I'm gonna breed you like the bitch you are." he purred cruelly. "You're quite the sizable she-cat, too, I'm sure you'll have many big, strong kits as well."

He fucked her tirelessly, pouring hot jets of cum into her womb again and again until it pooled beneath them and coated the inside of her legs. Her hot little pussy was unbearably tender, his endless pounding forcing her to orgasm innumerable times. Each squirm of ecstasy pulled his seed deeper into her. Eventually, Sweetspire lost track of how many times they both came, exhaustion won out over her and she lost consciousness.

An indeterminable time later, she peeled her eyes open groggily. The scrappy elder rogue stood over her, looking worn out but pleased.

He licked her cheek bittersweetly, whispering, "You'll make a good brood bitch yet. Hope to see those cute little kits we just made at the border in a few moons." With that, he ambled away from her, leaving the clan's territory.

The spent white she-cat wasn't aware of how much time passed again, but a patrol came across her, led by none other than Phloxpetal.

"Sweetspire!" she exclaimed, rushing to nuzzle her, "What happened?"

She slowly opened her eyes, revealing a look of great despair. Phloxpetal flattened her ears as mixed emotions filled her. Clearly, something hugely distressing had happened. Now wasn't the time to press her for it. She nudged her gently to her feet, lending her a shoulder to lean on, and led the patrol back to camp in silence.