(Another request from razuberineko! This is with their OCs!)
(Hope you're satisfied with the final product!)
Piketail leaped over a rock by the streambed as he led his apprentice to their training area. The lake shimmered into view, and the grey-brown tabby stopped for a moment to look at the sun. His black stripes looked grey in the sunshine, and the tom closed his green eyes. He felt unusally hot underneath his pelt, and glancing back at his brown tabby apprentice Lilypaw, Piketail began to feel hotter.
Hopefully this "training" will ease my needs.
Lilypaw bounced alongside Piketail as they neared a wooded area just within RiverClan's borders. Piketail flicked his tail and led Lilypaw into the trees, his fur growing hotter and the space between his legs becoming more tense.
"What are we doing today?" Lilypaw asked, eagerly looking around. "Are we practicing land prey hunting?"
"Yes," Piketail sat down and pointed his tail towards the bushes. "See if you can catch a vole. You're good at that."
Lilypaw eagerly ran for the bushes, and Piketail gave her a look.
"Be calmer. You'll scare off the prey." Piketail warned sternly.
Lilypaw blinked, then nodded, her tail quivering as she crouched and forced herself to be still. She must have already scented a vole, because her tabby tail was high in the air, and her amber eyes were focused on the bushes in front of her.
Piketail threw a look at his apprentice. Her tail gave a view of her core, and his crotch area heated up even more. I can't stand it anymore. Ever since she got into her first heat the smell and views have driven me nuts. I have to have her.
Just as Lilypaw prepared to lunge for her prey, Piketail called to her.
"Lilypaw, come here!"
Lilypaw pricked her ears and stood. "Aw, you scared off the vole." She shrugged and bounded back over to Piketail, her brown tabby fur ruffled. "What is it?"
Piketail stood and blinked seriously at her. "You know what going into heat means, right?"
"Yes," Lilypaw blinked in confusion. "It happens during mating seasons. I've heard of what cats do when a she-cat is in heat."
"Well," Piketail leaned down, touching his nose to his apprentice's soft ear. He breathed in her scent, and his tail bristled with eagerness to just mount the she-cat. "Ever since you went into heat, I've been wanting to mate with you so badly. Training you meant smelling you and seeing you a lot."
Lilypaw blinked up at him in surprise.
Piketail held back the urge to just step forward and start. I have to make sure she's okay with what I want first. I may want it badly but I won't force her to mate with me.
The grey-brown tabby touched Lilypaw's haunches with his tail. "I want to mate with you."
Lilypaw looked even more surprised.
"Do I have your permission?" Piketail asked when Lilypaw just stared.
Piketail expected hesitation, but the hyper little she-cat nodded. "Sure, Piketail!"
I shouldn't be too surprised. She's always been a one for doing anything.
Piketail nodded to her. "Turn around and go into the hunting crouch."
When Lilypaw turned and crouched, Piketail moved her tail aside with his front paw and leaned down, sniffing at her core. Lilypaw squeaked, and Piketail flicked out his tongue to quickly get her wetter than she was for easy entrance. As Piketail lapped quickly and Lilypaw moaned, Piketail felt juices start to form. Lilypaw tasted sweet, but Piketail was impatient and wanted to start right away.
Piketail stepped back and mounted Lilypaw, gripping her scruff in his teeth. Lilypaw squirmed a bit, then settled into the position.
"The first time for a she-cat hurts at first, but soon you'll moaning and panting in pleasure." Piketail mumbled to Lilypaw past her scruff, then pressed his hardening member to her wet core. He pressed in, and the barbs seemed to make Lilypaw wince. Piketail stiffened up his hind legs and thrusted into his apprentice, breaking her hymen. I hope I wasn't too rough there. I just want to get started already.
The brown tabby let out a sharp yowl of pain, and Piketail ran his tongue over her soft head fur. Once the apprentice calmed, Piketail pulled out and thrusted back in at a slow pace to allow Lilypaw to get used to his length stretching her small core. Though his pace quickly changed to fast, and Lilypaw let out moans of pleasure as Piketail quickened his pace. Lilypaw's inner walls were so slick and warm, and every time he entered his member was squeezed perfectly. Panting, Piketail began to buck his hips wildly, eager to get crazy.
Lilypaw moaned loudly. "O-oh this feels so good!"
Piketail let out a grunt and tightened his hold on his apprentice. He bucked wildly into her, making Lilypaw's body lurch forward. The apprentice shrieked in pleasure at the sudden move, and dug her claws into the ground. Her body was stable now, but she still moved as Piketail thrust into her.
Piketail let out grunts and groans as Lilypaw panted and moaned for more. She just felt so...good. Every time he pulled out his member felt cold, and when he thrusted back into Lilypaw's tight core, his length felt warm. Lilypaw's inner walls squeezed and massasged his member, milking him of his cum. Piketail groaned out in pleasure; by the way Lilypaw was moaning and slumping he could tell that she was dizzy with pleasure.
"I'm about to cum," Piketail grunted, bucking roughly. A build up of fuzzy feelings was in Piketail's stomach, and as Lilypaw let out a little moan as a response, he blasted his juices into Lilypaw. This made his apprentice shriek in pleasure and Piketail felt her body buck beneath him as her juices ran onto his member and onto the ground.
Piketail and Lilypaw stayed there for a few moments, then Piketail pulled out his softening member. He lapped at Lilypaw's fur, panting. That was good.
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Sure enough, Lilypaw was pregnant. Silverstar, a grey tabby tom, had paused Lilypaw's training and sent her to the nursery. His yellow eyes glimmered with slight disapproval as he announced such a young queen.
Piketail sat outside the nursery as agonized wails filled the night air. The grey-brown tabby lapped over his black stripes, and he heard the kind and gentle voice of the black she-cat medicine cat Minnowsong. The medicine cat was telling Lilypaw to push. The dark grey tabby queen Rainpool was pacing outside the nursery, her two small kits tiredly sitting a good way away from the nursery.
Three older kits huddled across the clearing, waiting for their mother; a ginger she-cat named Salmonleap, to come tell them it was okay to come into the nursery. Salmonleap was helping Lilypaw.
After what seemed like ages Salmonleap came to get her kits, and Rainpool nudged her kits up to go into the nursery. Piketail waited for Minnowsong to shoo away any warriors waiting anxiously outside their dens. Piketail stood and hurried into the nursery. Lilypaw needs to know something important.
When Lilypaw tiredly lifted her head to speak to Piketail, the tabby leaned down and whispered into the apprentice's ear. "I know this is sort of late but; I'm not the type to be a father. I have no desire to raise kits. I am sorry, but I only ask of you to keep the father a secret. No matter what anyone says, don't tell them."
Lilypaw blinked slowly, her amber eyes troubled. Then, she bowed her head. "I promise, Piketail."
Piketail straightened and turned to leave the nursery. He threw one glance at Lilypaw's kits; a brown tabby tom, a pale brown and white she-kit, a white and brown tabby she-kit, a dark brown tabby tom, and a brown and white tabby she-kit. He nodded, then left the nursery.
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Piketail walked by the nursery on his way to the fresh-kill pile. He may not want to father Lilypaw's kits, but Lilypaw was still his apprentice and he would bring her prey and remind her how to hunt sometimes.
Piketail entered the nursery. Rainpool was muttering about how Lilypaw was far too young to be in the nursery, and Salmonleap was watching on with wary eyes. Piketail dropped his trout next to Lilypaw, and the brown tabby blinked her eyes open. She lifted her head and gratefully took a bite out of the trout.
The kits were still tiny, but their ears were pricked, and Piketail guessed that their eyes were open, but the kits were sleeping.
"What have you named them?" Piketail asked. He should know the first names of those who he would be battling side by side with when the kits were warriors.
"Reedkit," Lilypaw pointed her tail to the brown tabby tom. "The pale brown and white she-kit is Sunkit, the white and brown tabby she-kit here is Streamkit, the other brown and white tabby she-kit is Clearkit, and and the dark brown tabby tom is Rushkit."
Piketail nodded. "I will see you in your make up training in a few moons." He then bounded out of the nursery, leaving Lilypaw to eat her trout and tend to her sleeping kits.