"There you go, Whitewing. I'll tell Brambleclaw to put you off patrols for a couple of days so it can heal," Jayfeather mewed, patting cobwebs on her sprained paw.
"Thanks, Jayfeather!" Whitewing purred, limping outside.
Jayfeather watched her leave, eyes dark. Whitewing was in heat. Her MEOW was glistening with delicious juices that he longed to slurp up. She's not the first one though. The day before, Rosepetal, who was also in heat, had padded in with scratches from thorns on her hind leg. It took all Jayfeather's restraint not to plunge his muzzle or his MEOW deep inside her MEOW.
The she-cat he had just been thinking about suddenly padded in. "Hi, it's me again, Jayfeather! Sorry for coming in again, but the cobwebs fell off–"
"–because you and Foxleap went out again when I specifically told you to rest for a couple of days," Jayfeather growled. "Let me go get some marigold." He padded to the back stores, and when Rosepetal wasn't looking, rubbed some lavender on his nose so he couldn't smell her heat scent. He didn't need an MEOW.
He padded out chewing marigold and spat the poultice out on his paw. "Put it on yourself," he growled.
"But…but Jayfeather, I don't know how!" Rosepetal complained.
She sounds like Daisy when she first came to the clan, Jayfeather thought angrily. Like mother, like daughter. He started to massage it in, eyes trained on her wet MEOW.
"Oh, Jayfeather, that feels so good!" Rosepetal moaned. Jayfeather got an instant MEOW and shifted uncomfortably. He slapped some cobwebs on, the she-cat wincing at the roughness. "Thanks, Jayfeather!"
"Just get out!" he grumbled as Rosepetal limped outside.
Another rustle alerted him and he tensed, fur bristling, expecting another she-cat in heat to pad in. But it was his brother, Lionblaze, and he visibly relaxed. "What now?" he snapped.
"Rosepetal was telling Cinderheart, who told me about how you aren't being nice to your patients," Lionblaze meowed.
"Try being nice to your patients when they're all in heat and asking you to massage poultices onto their hind legs," Jayfeather growled. "I have absolutely no patience for their teasing now!"
"Oh…um…well…um…has Cinderheart come in?" Lionblaze stammered. "Is she in heat?"
"You dumb, dumb, dumb piece of fox dung! The battle with the Dark Forest could be any day now and you're thinking about getting your mate pregnant?" Jayfeather snarled. "This is the worst possible time to have kits! Now out!" He was glad that Briarlight was out doing exercises and wasn't there to witness his crappy attitude and uncomfortable duty.
Briarlight and Millie came in when the moon was starting to rise, Millie fussing over her daughter like usual. "I told you, Mom, I'm fine," Briarlight said, rolling her eyes. "Why don't you go check on Blossomfall or Bumblestripe?"
"Darling, they're probably fine," Millie mewed. Jayfeather rolled his eyes at her ignorance. Blossomfall is certainly not fine. "But you need to get back to your nest. We can't risk–"
"I'll take her from here, thank you," Jayfeather snapped.
Millie glanced helplessly back at her daughter. "Tell me if you need anything!" she called.
As soon as she rounded the corner, Jayfeather let Briarlight go. "Thanks, Jayfeather," Briarlight purred, blinking gratefully as she dragged herself to her nest. "She's been getting more annoying than usual lately."
Jayfeather glanced at her backside. Oh StarClan, no! Briarlight was in heat too. That's why Millie's been more protective…great StarClan, how do you expect me to sleep with a she-cat in heat?
Don't. Slip her some poppy seeds and MEOW her while she's asleep. She won't feel anything. It was the darker side of Jayfeather's conscience.
But that's wrong!
So? She won't know.
"Fine, I'll do it," Jayfeather muttered. He raised his mew. "Has your fussy, overprotective mother gotten you food yet?"
"No, she hasn't," Briarlight mewed, chuckling. "It seemed that she was really intent on getting me back to my nest. Would you mind getting me a shrew?"
"Of course not," Jayfeather said, pawing two poppy seeds. He padded to the fresh-kill pile, choosing a squirrel for himself and a shrew for Briarlight. He slit opened the shrew and put the poppy seeds in. Bringing the prey back to Briarlight, he felt relief and lust run through him. "Here you go."
"Thanks, Jayfeather," Briarlight purred, taking a bite of the shrew. "Hmm…this tastes herby."
"I was putting herbs on cats all day. What do you think it'd taste like?" Jayfeather muttered, taking another bite of squirrel.
"Okay, grumpy-paws," Briarlight teased, yawning. She was the only one that could call Jayfeather that and get away with it. "Oh StarClan, I'm tired. Let me sleep…" The poppy seeds took effect and in an instant, she was snoring away.
Jayfeather's MEOW sprang up and poked his leg. "Like I need any reminder," the medicine cat growled. He sprang up and mounted Briarlight, pushing his MEOW in with a groan. "Oh StarClan…" He started to thrust slowly, reveling in her heat. Panting slightly, he sped up. "Briar…Briarlight!" he yowled, pulling out just in time and MEOW onto her body. "Damn, I'm out of practice. I don't usually MEOW that quickly. But that was a good release." Using his tongue, he cleaned her pelt with gentle strokes.
When Briarlight woke up the next morning, she clearly didn't suspect anything because she moved about her daily activities with ease. Jayfeather watched her with lusty eyes. You're a good fuck, Briarlight…who knew that a crippled she-cat would be so good?
"Um, Jayfeather?" A mew snapped him out of his reverie. It was Hazeltail. Damn it, she's in heat too!
Jayfeather sighed. "What do you need, Hazeltail?"
That's pretty much what happened several times a day to poor Jayfeather, who now had a full-blown MEOW by the end of the day. "Briarlight…I need Briarlight…" he muttered to himself, slipping two poppy seeds in a vole. "Here you go, Briarlight."
Briarlight blinked in surprise. "Wow, Jayfeather! You're being extra grumpy to your patients, but you're being nice to me? Hmm…any cat might think you're starting to fancy me!"
Fancy your MEOW, Jayfeather thought as Briarlight fell into a deep sleep. He mounted her, sliding his MEOW into her tight MEOW, moaning in delight as he thrust faster and faster.
It had been almost a full week since Jayfeather had first taken Briarlight. He had been MEOW her every single night ever since. He had gotten surer of himself and stopped giving her poppy seeds two nights ago. Now, he waited patiently for Briarlight to settle down and fall asleep so he could MEOW her.
"Jayfeather?" The yawn alerted him. He turned around to see Mousefur in the entrance of his den. Luckily, he couldn't smell any heat scent from the dusky brown elder. "I might have a bit of a stomachache."
"Alright, Mousefur. I'll give you two juniper berries, and you can take that for your stomachache. Don't come back tonight, but come back tomorrow if it persists," Jayfeather meowed, giving her two juniper berries.
"Anyone might think your attitude is improving, the way you're talking," the elder purred in a rare moment of affection. "You're actually being nice for a change."
Jayfeather stared after her. When Ivypool had come in for scratches from training in the Dark Forest, he hadn't snapped at her like he usually did...when Brightheart came in with some tansy she had gathered, he had thanked her…when Cloudtail had asked for chervil, he had given it to the white warrior without a snarky comment. "Yes…I guess…" He knew who to thank for that though. I guess you've done more for me than I thought, Briarlight.
Mousefur left and Jayfeather peeked at Briarlight. The she-cat was asleep. He grinned and MEOW her, thrusting into her with a soft moan. "You're beautiful, Briarlight," he purred,MEOW softly as her tight walls engulfed him.
Suddenly, Briarlight let out a tiny squeak. Jayfeather froze as she opened her eyes, yawning. "Oh, hi, Jayfeather. What're you doing?"
"Um…uh…" Jayfeather stammered, trying to slide off without being noticed.
But it was too late. Briarlight had seen his MEOW in her MEOW. "Jayfeather?"
"It's too hard to not MEOW you while you're in heat," Jayfeather muttered, more to himself than to the she-cat beneath him. "I need release." He MEOW inside of her once more, and to his surprise, she winced in pain. "What, Briarlight?"
"It…it's so big, it's…it feels like it's crushing my spine," Briarlight whimpered.
"I can't stop now," Jayfeather snarled, suddenly aggressive. "Take me, Briarlight." He started to MEOW harder, stuffing some moss in her muzzle. "Take me." He MEOW as she bit down on the moss, muffling her screams of agony.
"Jayfeather, please stop!" she begged, spitting out the moss.
"You refuse to see past the pain, Briarlight!" Jayfeather growled. "Find the pleasure if you must, but if you don't, too bad for you! I'm still going to take you." He MEOW harder, her MEOW core engulfing his MEOW.
Briarlight emitted a yowl of pain. "Stop, Jayfeather!"
An idea suddenly popped into Jayfeather's head. "Fine. If you can't feel that, then I'll do it somewhere that you can feel it." He moved around to her muzzle. "Suck it."
Briarlight stared at his huge MEOW. "What…I…I can't possibly take that into my mouth!"
"You took it in your MEOW, now suck it!" Jayfeather snarled, clawing her ears.
Blinking back tears, Briarlight started to suck, using her tongue to trace the sides and MEOW. Jayfeather moaned as she bobbed up and down, MEOW into her throat, enjoying her sounds of gagging. "You are a MEOW, Briarlight. Who would've thought that the crippled she-cat in the corner would be such a good MEOW? Hmm? Who have you done this with before? Tell me!"
"B…Bumblestripe and Blossomfall, when we were apprentices," Briarlight said around his member. "Bumblestripe would MEOW both of us at the same time…"
"Oh, really?" Jayfeather sneered. "I expect he took your MEOW, then? You can still feel there, can't you?"
"Y…yes…"
Jayfeather smirked. "Good." He moved to her MEOW end again, desperately shoving his huge MEOW in. Briarlight opened her jaws to scream, but he shoved moss in her mouth again, moaning. "Oh, damn, Briarlight…your MEOW is so fucking tight!"
Briarlight really was sobbing now. "You're so big, Jayfeather, it hurts!"
"I'm big, baby? That's good, isn't it?" Jayfeather purred in her ear, MEOW in and out. Blood seeped from her sides and onto her nest. "Shall I MEOW you harder, then? For you to feel all of me?"
"No!" she wailed. "No, stop!" She tried to use her front two legs to scramble away, but fell uselessly into her nest.
Jayfeather chuckled darkly and used her blood to lubricate her walls. "Poor wittle Briarlight. Getting MEOW by her dark, horrible medicine cat." The pain eased slightly as this happened, and instead of screams of agony, Briarlight let out whimpers of pain. "You like this, MEOW?"
"No, I hate it!" Briarlight screamed.
"Wrong answer." Jayfeather lashed her ears again. "You like this,MEOW?"
"Yes, yes, I need your MEOW in me, Jaystar! You're so MEOW big and fill me up so good, I want to MEOW!" Briarlight wailed.
Jayfeather smirked andMEOW faster until his hips were a blur, Briarlight sobbing and wailing her head off as his barbs scraped her walls. "I'm going to MEOW she-cat," he snarled, pulling out and smearing his MEOW all over her pelt. He moved to the front of Briarlight again. "Suck your blood and shit off, as well as my MEOW. I plan to MEOW again, she-cat." Briarlight nodded slightly before opening her mouth to suck. "Bitch, you probably eat MEOW every day when I'm out gathering herbs. You MEOW too well or someone who spends her whole day being crippled."
Briarlight shook her head violently as Jayfeather continued. "You probably get MEOW every day by your daddy, hmm? You getting MEOW by Graystripe? Did you know that Firestar and Graystripe used to MEOW each other when they were warriors? Hmm?"
"That's a lie!" Briarlight cried, a fresh round of sobbing taking her as she returned to MEOW.
"Yes, they did," Jayfeather purred, relishing his dominance. "Firestar told me about it. How your father used to call him Master and beg for his MEOW. Like father, like daughter, MEOW. They still do it now, with Brambleclaw too. Brambleclaw and Firestar dominant your father, submissive asshole." He shot his MEOW straight down her throat, and some of it spilled out of her bloody mouth onto her pelt. "There. That's your medicine. Now for one last round."
He entered her MEOW once again, moaning until he hit something hard. He frowned and MEOW again, this time harder. Briarlight cried out again when he hit the hard thing. "Is this…is this your spine?"
"That's my spine!" Briarlight yowled. "Get out, that hurts…ow!" she cried as Jayfeather pushed himself all the way in. He winced as he heard the snap! of bones clicking together. "What…I can feel my legs!"
"You can?" All of Jayfeather's lust ran away to be replaced by excitement. "Get up!"
Briarlight rose unsteadily to her paws, before collapsing. A loud snore echoed through the den.
Jayfeather's eyes widened. "Maybe she can walk!" He entered her MEOW again.
Briarlight jolted awake. "Jayfeather…that feels good…do it more!"
Jayfeather gasped. "Briarlight, get up and groom your pelt!"
Briarlight, bewildered, hurriedly started to rasp her tongue across her MEOW-covered pelt. "My legs can feel! My tail can feel!" she meowed as she rasped her tongue over her flank. "I can feel!" She rose to four paws and tottered out of the den. "Come on, Jayfeather! I want to be with the clan when they wake and show them!"
Jayfeather purred as he watched her tail rise, revealing her MEOW. "You can feel now…that may not such a good thing later," he murmured darkly. "I'm going to have my way with you every single night until the day I die."
Briarlight padded out of the den. "I can walk!" she purred joyfully.
Brambleclaw was the first to emerge from the warriors' den. "Briarlight, what are you doing out here by yourself?" the deputy asked, concerned. "Where's–" He stopped short as he saw her padding around him, purring loudly. "You…you can walk?"
"I can walk!" she repeated.
Millie rushed out, hearing the commotion. "Darling, what are you doing?" She noticed her hind legs. "Oh…oh…oh…" Her eyes widened and she fainted to the ground.
Jayfeather was smiling. "A miraculous recovery, if I say so myself." He lifted Millie by her scruff and dragged her inside the den.
Soon, the clearing was filled with cats congratulating the once-crippled she-cat. "How did you do it?" Hollyleaf asked.
"You wouldn't want to know. However, it didn't involve breaking your precious warrior code," Jayfeather smirked, not missing the chance to tease his sister.
"Anyone might think that it had to do with the number of she-cats in heat recently." Lionblaze was padding over, eyes narrowed. "Jayfeather, we need to talk."
Jayfeather rolled his eyes. "Fine." He knew his brother suspected him, but what mattered was that Briarlight would be his from that day on.
