Okay guys! Requests close for awhile while I'll clean up these requests. Here's another rape story, Lionblaze and Heathertail. Also sorry if it doesn't sound realistic, but then again Warriors is about mythical cats with powers so xD. Anyway, enjoy!

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Lionblaze tugged at the reeds, sweat clinging to his golden fur. It was a hot summer day, the sun's blaring rays shining down harshly over the terrains of the territories. In the last Gathering Firestar had declared a truce with Windclan's prey stealing in the past moon. The rabbit-chasers liking the new peace and accepting the ginger leader's offer. After that the Thunderclan warriors became reveled, and the Windclan's constant border patrols lowering it's max. But today Lionblaze was in that border patrol with Whitewing. Her sleek milky white pelt standing out in the greens of Thunderclan.

"Whitewing, I'll take this spot!" The golden warrior called out, waiting until he heard a faint okay in a remote distance. Lionblaze glared around, and lowered himself, taking a large whoof of the green grass, it was stale Thunderclan mixed with Windclan's regular sweet smell. The long furred warrior wrinkled his nose and rubbed his side gently onto the grass too make it scent Thunderclan mildly better. It worked greatly. He was sure Windclan would get the message eventually that Thunderclan didn't want their rabbit-legs on their territory.

He sniffed around for any other Windclan, leaving his border mark along their way, grateful that they didn't leave any more of their aroma on the territory. Finally he was finished, Lionblaze was about to yell out for Whitewing when a piercing pain slapped him on the side of his head, the rotten cabbage stench of blood filling his nose before the world became fuzzy, darkening as he fell to the ground until the blackness consumed him gingerly.

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Heathertail couldn't control herself, it was instinct. The rock in her jaws as she slammed it into the head of the in head, but when she finally recognized it was her old tunnel buddy, Lionblaze, laying on his side with scarlet staining the area below his ear. The light auburn tabby checked his chest for any movement, and let her lungs function again when she saw it move up and down in a breathing movement. But now he stunk of Windclan, and that was just terrible. The other white warrior she saw with him might see... Heathertail's teeth grabbed onto his scruff gently and tugged him up.

She searched for almost an hour before finally setting her baby blue eyes on an badger den, checking if it's empty by smelling and only seeing the dull dirt, and nothing else. She tugged the golden warrior inside, setting him down. Lionblaze.. the tom who almost killed her for no reason and yelled at her for no reason... rage boiled inside her like a mangy bear, devouring her up. She unleashed her claws and stomped out, ripping tendrils off of an old bark tree and sprinting back inside, swiveling past the brambles that could cut her fur.

She grabbed the dully green vines and wrapped them around the unconscious's paws and hind-legs together by tugging them the tightest and pressing a sharp rock inside the ground, and then herself trotting to the corner of the abandoned den and sitting down, wrapping her tail around her creamy colored paws, waiting until the Thunderclan warrior would awake and she could get her own, personal revenge on the tom once and for all.

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When his eyes cracked, and fluttering open, the unknown area he was was blurry and fuzzy, him blinking a few times before adjusting his eye-sight on his surroundings. The ginger tom believed himself to be in the old Badger Den that his fictional mother told stories about, claiming she had saw the hugest badger roar and storm out with cubs, and them forcing the beasts away. He wished himself to get up and stretch out his limbs since they were horribly cramped, then get some water for his dry throat, finally going back to Whitewing and say he passed out suddenly. But no. He couldn't even shift his paws into a better, comfortable position. The pain in his head slowly increasing it's max from the stone that shoved him into unconscious.

First off the things that were wrong with the picture is that he couldn't move, his head hurt, and Heathertail was only was a tail length away from his stationary bulk. "He..Heather..?" he asked, voice slurred from the throbbing in his head and his face pressed into the raggedy dirt below him.

"Yes Lionblaze?"

"What... am I doing here...?"

"Well..." Heathertail paused, looking around in mock confusion and thinking. "I saw you on a border patrol, alone, and thought too myself... What could I ever do to the tom that almost killed me for obeying a stranger's orders?" she pondered out loud. Lionblaze's muscles tensed and stiffened at her venom filled words, "Oh.. no." He mewed, and started to struggle, but unfortunately he was already tired because of the pain in the side of his fore-head. Heathertail lowered her creamy colored belly onto his, her sand paper tongue gently rasping at his spiky chest fur. "A lust-filled tom... with a mate, what will she think..." she nibbled gently on the his muzzle. "When you mated with another she-cat?" Heathertail finally asked him, her hot breath in his face when she breathed the question into his ear.

Oh.

Oh Starclan no.

Lionblaze jerked in the bonds that held him still to the attacker when her tail had trailed to his nether regions and was prodding there with her swiveling tail gingerly.

The ginger tom's paws twitched and tried to pry himself out of the tight vines. Heathertail gently trailed and traced his belly out with her dully pink colored tongue down his lightly yellow colored stomach before going into the now increasing size lump between his golden tom's hind legs.

"Heathertail.. stop.." The tom resorted begging, though he loathed to beg, he couldn't really break the bonds, so this resulting in him blubbering for any mercy the she-cat had. Well, if the female had any mercy to begin with.

"Lionblaze.. your so handsome..." She breathed, her sweet eyes glancing down as she tentatively grazed her tongue over the lump, causing him to shudder at the sudden pleasure, but then realizing it was Heathertail. He gritted his teeth as tears perked their ways into his sunshine going threw a glass of whiskey colored eyes, shutting them tightly, clenching as if. The lump shifted, peeking out of his milky yellow colored belly. He heard a faint snicker, and it made the fresh bile to burn the insides of his throat. Almost wanting to vomit.

She mouthed the borders of the rod which was currently risen, the pre-sperm, or the transparent liquid peeking out and dripping down the barb covered gear as she slipped her sandpaper taster over the tip repeatedly, causing him too frequently jerk in the tight bonds. The tickling sensation was beginning to increase as his body grabbed more, but his mind denying and hating every second of the sexual harassment. The 'pleasure' beginning to twitch inside his nether regions as Heathertail's mouth was almost expertly tasting any juice that flown out, and nipping at it like a kit suckling on it's mother's stomach during it's first moons of it's tiny kit rank life.

Lionblaze let out a grunt of degrade as Heathertail dug her claws firmly into his hind-leg. "For the fun part, I'll be right back!" she called out too him, now scurrying out, leaving the golden warrior too think too himself for awhile. First of, when he got out, he'll murder the she-dug with his bare claws. Then he'll pretend this never happened and confess his love to...

"I'm back!"

Lionblaze stiffened as he caught sight of what held roughly in her jaws. A stick with it's extra limbs cut off in a poor job. Basically a smooth stick... but what could she possibly do with that...? "Okay Lionblaze, this may hurt.. well, that's the whole point." she cocked an eye-brow, she was so cocky at him and it made him sick, the bile that protested it's way into his throat now wanting to spill over her shit-eating grin.

Finally, a pain erupted through his body like wildfire. It seemed like numerous cackling flames burned his insides, and for one thing he wanted the pain to immediately stop it's torturous ways now. 'G-Gah! HeathertAIL!" He screeched too the stars or clouds, whatever, was above him with discomfort and agony piercing through his body with vigor. Finally, it stopped and came 'out', then shoving it's way back in, causing him too twitch on reflex. He bit the inside of his cheek as fresh tears spilled down as the thrusting stick came in and out of him, breaking his insides for sure.

Blood pooled down his legs, staining his used too be beautiful fur. His barrier that wasn't meant for toms too be broken or even cracked splitting into tiny pieces. His so-called virginity swiped away from a she-cat who had venom on her tongue and wanted to release it onto him.

The splotch noise of the stick, or him, increased it's volume by an octave as the pain was still burning inside him. "... Yeah, scream like that Lionblaze. I screamed like that when you almost killed me." she smugly remarked, and reminded him of the brutal massacre of her to the victim.

Finally, he heard the most blissful noise that he could ever hear in his life, Whitewing's voice calling down here... Heathertail looked at him, narrowing eyes as she quickly shoved the stick inside him the farthest it could then out the slowest, causing him too jerk. She undid his bonds sloppily and sprinted out, not even noticing the white she-cat who was stunned too see the Windclan warrior.

"Lionblaze..." Whitewing's silky and sweet voice called, herself slipping down. She accepted too see a lot of things, but unfortunately she hadn't seen anything as the ginger warrior sprinted up too her, gracelessly shoving his head into her chest as his breath hitched and tears spilled. Whitewing, in discomfort, gently placed a paw on his back and settled her head on top of his.

"Ssshh.. it's ok.."