Poppyfrost was running away from ThunderClan territory. Her mate, Berrynose, just detected her scent and no male cat could cross another Clan's territory. As she made it across the ShadowClan boundary, she stumbled over and panted deeply. She couldn't run anymore.
"Well, what do we have here?" a voice chuckled.
Her blue eyes widened with shock as she saw Toadfoot emerge.
"Coming to ShadowClan, hm Poppyfrost?"
"Uh... I was just leaving..." she started to back up.
She stopped as she felt something behind her. Glancing behind her shoulder, she recognized Ratscar. "But we were enjoying your company..." The tom's member emerged from its sheathe, hardening.
"Yeah, why don't you stay?" Snaketail chuckled, coming from the east side of her.
She couldn't take on three powerful toms! But she couldn't allow them to rape her... Before she could move, Ratscar began to slowly lick her pussy. "Oh..." The soothing feeling made Poppyfrost moan. Toadfoot flicked his tail at Snaketail, who found her tail-hole. His member slammed in, and she jumped with surprise.
Toadfoot slid beneath, taking one of her nipples in his mouth. He roughly began to suck, and Poppyfrost moaned. Ratscar made his tongue go quicker over her core, and she felt her precum drip out. Snaketail now reached her barrier, poking at it.
Poppyfrost fastened her claws into the marshy flooring. Blood gushed from her hole as he slammed it through. But his pace only seemed to go faster each thrust. "O-oh... Snaketail..."
Snaketail let out a satisfied chuckle.
Ratscar now positioned himself, member by core. He slammed them in, raking her walls. Poppyfrost meowed, but he found her G-spot, and the pain flowed past her. She raised her rump higher, moaning louder and louder.
"Stop teasing me, Ratscar!" She moaned. "I want you! Give it to me!"
Ratscar enjoyed the she-cat speaking to him that way. He kept hitting her sweet spot until he felt himself cum inside. Poppyfrost released her cum as well, and Ratscar fertilized her eggs.
Toadfoot's dick was now stuffed in her mouth, with Poppyfrost's tongue on it. He moaned, stuffing it further into her mouth. As cum popped into her mouth, she swallowed it.
Much to Poppyfrost's dislike, they continued to rape her. She knew she'd have a large amount of kits this litter. The she-cat began to drift off to sleep, and so did the toms, still in their mating positions.