Okay, here's the first request, a Crowfeather x Squirrelflight rape one... oh boy...
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The frigid wind burned the skin beneath Squirrelflight's fur as she strode along, her tail in-between her her legs. The ginger warrior's lightly green colored eyes blinked and turned into slits as she heard rustles in the bushes. She had been quite nervous lately, since it was the first mating season heat had caught up too her and all the toms were ready for their mates to become like Squirrelflight. But since Brambleclaw was too worked up in deputy duties, she declared to herself she'd wait until his job was not that stressful and then give him her virginity.
Today was a cold night, with the frosty gray clouds blanketing the sky for cover with the moon's own section with it's bright light shining gracefully as a swan on the terrains of the territories, as if like snow in winter. Squirrelflight suggested to her father too go on a small night border patrol for Windclan, since the Thunderclan's suspicions were up too the rabbit-chasers of catching some of their prey a few days ago, Berrynose and Foxleap finding a dead starling, which was stunk of Windclan.
Squirrelflight grumbled, she wanted to fill her own heat by herself since it felt like her body was on cackling flames in her rear end. She peeked into the bushes that held the rustling sound, but only seeing a crow swoop up with frost staining it's ebony black wings.
The ginger she-cat's ears perked as Windclan's scent glided up into her nose. Oh, those little foxhearts! She thought bitterly she she got into a hunting position, creeping forward with her yellow teeth bared and claws shining in the slight moonlight.
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Crowfeather loathed the Thunderclan medicine cat. It was a fact that was cold and obvious to any clan member's eyes and senses. How could he ever get Leafpool back? The Windclan warrior had sat stationary in the freezing Warrior den, plotting maliciously to the secret queen. It had been only two days since the she-cat confessed the two forbidden lover's love should be torn from their duties. Crowfeather remembered the setting, and words exactly where the solemn feline meowed sadly.
But then, he saw the ginger warrior on a daily patrol with Ashfur that soon caught his eyes and idea. It prompted him, seeing the she-cat's rosy pink nether regions as she leaped onto a mouse and sinking claws into the struggling prey. He couldn't kill a medicine cat, since Starclan would sentence him the rest of his days into Dark forest, but her sister would pay. She should feel the brokenness he felt as she said the words that made his heart shatter and leave a pit in his stomach.
He strode into the Thunderclan territory, accidentally brushing the bushes in his way inside, causing them to vibrate and the leaves to rattle and shake. He suspected the ginger warrior too notice the rustling bushes, all according to his plan. He had thought it out clearly, and made any changes that could ever happen. But what was better he didn't have to stray her away from the other patrolling felines, she was alone. Just alone with no other cat that could hear her or see her bright orange pelt. It was so easy.
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Squirrelflight swiveled to the left, and saw a flash of gray. Her eyes narrowed as she leaped, with a roaring start as the Windclan intruder looked up at her with widened blue eyes, and then swifted over, and slashed at her cheek with sharp claws. She stumbled back in pain, blood dribbling down her cheek as she leaped again at the stranger, and let out a startled gasp as he bucked his hind-legs up, causing a kick to her gut. The warrior fell down, panting in a fast pace.
"Get up." the stern voice said harshly, voice sneering and full of venom.
Squirrelflight heaved herself up, still breathing barely from the probably purple bruise on the skin beneath her fur now. But at least she managed to set herself up. She finally recognized the gray fur with a piercing set of blue eyes as Crowfeather, Leafpool's lover who ran away with her when vicious badgers ambushed their camp.
"Crow..?" she asked, tilting her head to the side but the sentence coming out as a sharp gasp as he toppled onto her, his weight pressing against her with a max force, causing her to stumbled down on the dew covered grass that froze her fur.
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The warrior shivered under him, claws shaking. What was he doing? Was he... going to kill her? The ginger warrior tried to list all the things the Windclan warrior would murder her for :
Prey stealing?
Battles?
My sister?
The last one. She had gave birth too Leafpool's kits, two handsome toms, a ginger kit, a blue gray tabby, and a beautiful gray she-cat. Her brown tabby claimed to be her sister naming them Lionkit, Jaykit, and Hollykit. Three marvelous names that the ginger warrior enjoyed as her niece and nephews, but why would Crowfeather... Oh, Leafpool had been depressed lately. He was going to murder her for her sister breaking up with him? That's so-
Squirrelflight froze as something rubbed up against her nether regions, her heat increasing ten fold as the rubbing grew harsher, the tip of whatever it was prodding almost inside, she wanted to rear her hind-legs and push against it. But this was wrong, it didn't feel like it though. She bit into her lower lip as the transparent liquid dripped down on the Earth in the progress of the stroking of her core.
It was beginning to turn agonizing, as she finally pushed gently against it, but earned a harsh bite to her ear, causing a shrill yowl out of her as new, fresh blood rolled down her head and onto the green grass. "C..Crow, please, let go. My sistER DIDN'T-!" She let out a screech of agony as barbs flew her like daggers inside her, one little thrust caused her to almost double over. The ginger feline squirmed and twisted in the tom's lock, but his teeth were clenched to her scruff in a death hold. It hurt. No, nothing she could ever say could describe the pain inside her, it felt like something was splitting her apart and pulling off of her limbs slowly.
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The Windclan warrior purred, his throat rumbling. He had been in heat too, and this felt great since she wasn't sexually experienced with mating, and Starclan was her core tight. It felt like a sand paper tongue rolling around his length. He shoved his rod fully inside, feeling her vibrate with a sob and try desperately to claw away from him.
Though it was horribly wrong for him too do this, he hoped to Starclan that Leafpool's eyes gazed over Squirrelflight's memory as saw this harassment and deeply regret ever breaking his hearts into tiny little pieces. Crowfeather licked her scruff tentatively, coating it with his saliva before biting down onto it one more so it was much softer, but still rough enough for her to not twist out of his grip and sprint away.
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Squirrelflight screeched as her insides were being ripped apart in pieces, she bit into her own paw to try to drive the other pain to the back of her mind and the pain of her paw seem much worse. It didn't help, it just made the agony increase.
The ginger warrior arched her back when he set his whole gear in, his thrusts quicker and quicker, finally the tip smashing into the sweet spot, causing electricity to bolt through her pleasure, she shoved herself against him when he slammed back into that spot again. The blood drooling down her hind-legs staining her ginger fur.
Then, the worst pain came through her as something horribly warm squirted inside her. Her paws buckled and fell as the weight keeping her up disappeared. The barbs slashing her insides fuzzy in her body still as her eyes fluttered to a close in exhaustion, now unconscious in the clearing with the sperm puddling and mixing in with her scarlet blood.
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Crowfeather sneered, spitting at the ginger she-cat as he trotted away, he felt very proud.
Oh, maybe Leafpool's kits should pay too!~