They had plotted for a long time, to be pleased by the great Birchtail. And now, this plan would go into play. Midnightclaw and Gingerpelt nodded to each other, before approaching their deputy with their cores obviously exposed. "Hey, Birchtail," Midnightclaw mewed seductively, her meow bordering a purr, "Wanna go hunting?" Gingerpelt finished, a sultry gleam in her eyes.
"Sure thing, ladies." Birchtail grinned crookedly, knowing what they were suggesting. As soon as the three left Camp, Gingerpelt dove for Birchtail's cock, licking it quickly and adroitly, watching with pleased orbs as the penis unsheathed itself. The ginger she-cat showed her pussy, and Birchtail instantly probed at it, eventually shoving it in. "Oh, you're so tight, Gingerpelt!" He cried out, before seeing Midnightclaw's revealed core. He flicked his tongue over it, causing a wanting moan. Before long, Birchtail was plunging his penis in and out of Gingerpelt's vagina, and shoving his tongue into Midnightclaw's pussy.
The two she-cats moaned loudly, each begging for Birchtail to continue fucking them. Eventually, they switched places, and Birchtail marveled at how much tighter Midnightclaw's pussy was. "Ugh, yes! Hm, yeah, ah . . ." He made small grunts and noises, and quickly reached his climax, "You dirty bitch-slut! You don't even deserve my big, fat penis! You think you can handle it?" Eventually, Gingerpelt left Birchtail's wild tongue-fucking session to please the deputy. She smartly flicked her tongue around Birchtail's cock, and he quickly climaxed and cummed.
"You girls are . . . unbelievably tight," Birchtail managed to say, before smiling as two mouths found their way on his dick. "But you can continue pleasing me."