Shadowfrost padded up the border, doing a border patrol with her mate, who her heart didn't really belong to. When they came to the Flightclan border, a familiar scent caught her attention. It was the cat she truely loved, Swiftfeather, with two other cats she didn't recognize. While padding along the border, the scent became stronger. They must be renewing scents. She purred amusement as she caught site of the three Flightclan cats. "Don't even think about crossing onto our side!" A calico she-cat hissed, and looked a Swiftfeather as if asking if she did alright. He just stared ahead, straight at Shadowfrost. Irritated, Silverfire stepped in front of his gaze. "We wouldn't, and you shouldn't either!" He spat at the opposite clan. The other, a tabby tom, hissed at Silverfire and turned. "Come on patrol!" He hissed to his patrol and they padded off.
"I need to renew one more scent, we forgot one. I'll run and do it really quick." Swiftfeather darted out of sight and strait to the border. He could see the two Treeclan cats walking away, and snuck after them. He followed them up the stream until they came across the stepping stones. They passed into some bushes, and he checked the air. No other cats were near. Quickly, Swiftfeather crossed the rocks and followed into the bush. There he saw Silverfire stalking a mouse by the trunk of a tree, with Shadowfrost on a root for reinforcement. He rounded the other side of the tree, keeping quiet, and crouched, ready to spring onto Silverfire. When the chance came, he sprang, hitting Silverfire's head to the trunk of the tree. The silver cat looked at him for a moment, dazed, then passed out.
Shadowfrost's pelt stood on end until she realized it was Swiftfeather. "Be right back." She spoke the first words to him, licking his cheek and dashing up a tree. A minute later she returned with ivy in her jaws. She wrapped it around Silverfire's paws so he couldn't run, and around his muzzle so he couldn't yelp. She set the rest down by the trunk, and turned to her true mate. He was nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly, a force landed on top of her and she fell, squealing. The soft, yet raspy purr of Swiftfeather filled the air, and she sighed in relief. Something stroked her, and she turned to see Swiftfeather gently licking around the perimeter of her core. He licked the soft pink flesh, letting his own member unsheath itself. With each lick, it extended and hardened. Finally, he stuck his tongue in her pussy, and she groaned in pleasure. Shadowfrost's claws sunk into the ground with each moan, and she pressed back, encouraging him to enter.
At first, he hesitated, then mounted her. He dug his claws into her scruff and hoisted himself up, letting his cock slide around the entrance to her hole. Swiftfeather eventually slid the tip of his barbed dick into her, and she moaned in pain. He teased her, sliding the tip in and out as her pussy loosened around his member. He thrust back and forward, each time making it a little farther in. She growled in pain and irritation and pushed backwards, shoving his entire penis into her core. She moaned in pleasure as it instantly hit her good spot, and he thrust forward in back, each pump harder and harder. He grunted, and a moment later, bristles scraped her walls. His bristles are out! She squealed as pain shot through her. He slid in and out faster, scraping her walls and making her bleed. The hot liquid rose to the tip of his cock and he spilt inside of her. The cum seeped into her cuts and she squealed in pain. "Ouch! Swiftfeather! It hurts!" She yowled as he raked her sides.
His penis had grown to large to fit her small vagina, and now it hurt, entering and leaving. "Fine!" He hissed in her ear and dismounted her. She sighed relief then stopped, short of breath. He stood in front of her, his large member on the verge of touching her lips. "But Swiftfeather, I don't want to!" He growled at her with claws unsheathed, and she began to work. She carefully placed the still-barbed cock into her mouth and licked. Her pink tongue swirled around his penis, and she swallowed, sending it farther down her throat. Deep-throating it, Silverfire bagan to stir. His eyes stretched wide at the sight of his mate giving another tom from a different clan a blowjob!
He tried to get away, but couldn't move. Shadowfrost's head bobbed up and down and she shoved it farther and farther down her throat. Swiftfeather groaned in pleasure as his cum exited his penis and seeped down her throat. He snatched his dick away from her, and forced to to turn around, about to enter her tail-hole. A new smell caught the air as a large blue tom appeared, leader of Treeclan. Immediately, Swiftfeather turned and fled. With a satisfied look on her face, Shadowfire stood up and stalked back to camp, with her tail in the air.