Blackstar was confused.

He had just fallen asleep in his nest, and when he'd opened his eyes, he was in a dark forest. There was no rustling in the tree branches, no noise of prey from the undergrowth. It was silent. Uncomfortably silent. In the back of his mind, Blackstar knew that he was probably just dreaming. But this place felt too real to be a dream. And the prickling of nervousness along his spine felt very real, too.

Shaking aside his uncertainty, the big white tom's expression hardened, and he stalked forward, muttering under his breath. If this was a dream, or a nightmare, or whatever, then he wasn't going to be frightened by it. He was the leader of ShadowClan, after all. He didn't fear anything.

As he padded along, observing his surroundings, Blackstar heard a sudden noise. It rang out loudly in the still air, making the fur on his back bristle. Whirling around, he snarled, "Who's there?"

No answer. Of course not. Huffing, Blackstar turned back around and narrowed his eyes as he continued to walk onward. This place was too strange for his liking. If this is a dream, I better wake up soon. I have much better things to do.

As if on cue, a voice whispered from his right, "Blackstar."

Blackstar turned his head, and immediately his face broke into an aggressive snarl, and his claws unsheathed from his big black paws. "Brokenstar!" he spat venomously.

The brown tom watched him from the shadows, his amber eyes emotionless. It was definitely Brokenstar, all right. His twitching crooked tail was a dead giveaway. "My loyal deputy," Brokenstar meowed, smiling at him and moving closer. "It's been so long."

Blackstar backed away from him, hissing, "I'm not your deputy any longer. Don't come any closer."

Brokenstar's eyes flickered with something resembling annoyance, but it quickly disappeared. He lifted his head and eyed the white tom. "I have a proposition for you."

Blackstar forced his fur to flatten, but he was still wary. Giving Brokenstar a dubious look, he asked, "What do you want, then? And make it quick."

Brokenstar stood and began to circle around him, smiling. "Well, my friend, I would like you to join me." When Blackstar only looked confused, he went on, "Join my Dark Forest forces. We need a strong, able cat like you in our fight against those StarClan idiots." His lip curled in distaste. "You, as the leader of ShadowClan, have power. With that power, you can get your whole Clan to fight on our side in the war. We will be invincible with you on our side!"

Brokenstar looked at Blackstar expectantly, as if he thought that Blackstar was going to leap at this proposition. That was not the case. Blackstar was, quite frankly, disgusted. He didn't understand any of this, but his mind was obviously getting carried away with him. He didn't want to dream about this crazy fool. It was time to wake up. "Thanks, but no thanks. I'm going to wake up now. Goodbye."

He willed himself to awaken.

Nothing happened.

Brokenstar smiled maliciously. "I had a feeling you might say that." With one swipe of his paw, he had knocked Blackstar over and straddled him, lowering himself onto the white tom. Blackstar hissed, struggling to escape, but failed. He was a strong cat, but Brokenstar appeared to be stronger. Leaning his head towards Blackstar's face, he growled, "Do you think I just brought you here for this? You're a fool, Blackstar. I knew you would say no. But there's something else I need even more."

Blackstar wanted to ask, but he had a feeling that whatever it was would not be good. Unfortunately, he was right.

Brokenstar sat down on Blackstar's stomach, splaying out his hind legs so that the current ShadowClan leader had a good view of his furry sheath. The tip of his dick was poking out of slightly, and it was directly in front of Blackstar's face. It waggled tantalizingly in front of Blackstar's mouth. "Suck it," he growled.

Blackstar frowned. "No. That's disgusting."

Quick as lightning, Brokenstar had wrenched Blackstar's mouth open and shoved his sheath inside. Blackstar made a choking noise and involuntarily wrapped his mouth around the dick, which had begun to erect upon entrance in his warm mouth. Brokenstar moaned and thrusted inside Blackstar's mouth. Blackstar grunted indignantly. He wanted to spit the horrible thing out, but Brokenstar's paws were still clamped around his mouth. The grip was viselike. It seemed the only thing he could do was suck. So he did. He experimentally rolled the hard, large member in his mouth, trying not to choke to death each time Brokenstar jabbed it down his throat. Eventually, Blackstar realized that this wasn't all that bad. In fact, he was sort of getting into it. His sucking became messy as he slurped and licked the length, and, without really thinking about it, he raised his black paws to squeeze Brokenstar's balls.

Brokenstar hissed in pleasure. "Yes... that's more like it, bastard!" He thrusted a few more times, enjoying the feel of Blackstar's tongue on him. Then he roughly pulled his dick out. It was wet with saliva, and precum was drizzling off the tip. A bit of the juices fell onto the nose of Blackstar, who was gasping for air after just getting deep throated.

Brokenstar glanced down at Blackstar's nether regions, grinning as he saw the stiff pink erection among the white fur. "And to think you said you weren't enjoying it," he purred, licking the shaft. Blackstar's response was a low moan. He was hating this, there was no doubt about it. But a huge part of him was aroused. He hadn't done anything of a sexual nature since Russetfur had died. This was turning him on more than he could say.

Without warning, Brokenstar pushed his big shaft in Blackstar's asshole, stretching it out to the max. Blackstar screeched in surprise, pain obvious in his voice. "Ah!" Oblivious to his quarry's uncomfortable-ness, Brokenstar moaned. "Damn, that's a tight ass! I should've screwed you long ago, you little fuck." He pulled his dick out slightly, then shoved back in viciously. He began to hump rapidly, mercilessly thrusting back and forth without slowing down, not even when the barbs on his cock scraped across Blackstar's walls. For a while Blackstar gritted his teeth and hissed loud and long, his eyes narrowed in extreme pain.

But then something happened. Suddenly, he started to... enjoy it. A lot more than he would've thought he could, anyway. As Brokenstar violently thrusted, Blackstar began to groan lustfully. Brokenstar paused and glanced downward, his grin widening. "Not so bad, huh?" He resumed, shoving himself inside as far as he could possibly go. He was panting himself, and after a few moments he grunted, "Uggh, talk dirty to your leader, bastard."

On a normal occasion, Blackstar would have been very ticked off by this statement. But he was now completely caught up in the rough fuck he was receiving, and he was no longer thinking clearly. "Ah... shove your fat dick inside my... OH... ass! I need all of it! Fuck me! Ah! Ah! AH!"

With that last yowl, Blackstar came, his semen spraying forth from his quivering penis. Brokenstar came also, but he wasn't done. Not by far. He continued his thrusting without ceasing, pumping fast and hard. He grunted and huffed as he shoved himself in there. He wasn't satisfied. Blackstar was so tight, and he wasn't willing to give him up so quickly. So he continued.

A long time passed. Blackstar lost track of the time. All he knew was that both he and the former leader above him had cummed more than three times at least. Panting, Blackstar dropped his head onto the ground, closing his eyes in exhaustion. His dick was limp, and there was a large puddle of cum around his body. There was also semen stuck in his fur, which had sprayed from Brokenstar's dick whenever he pulled backward. Cum and blood dribbled from his stretched hole.

Finally, Brokenstar pulled out of Blackstar. More semen poured from Blackstar's hole, creating yet another messy puddle on the ground. Panting slightly, Brokenstar watched his satisfied cock retreat back into its sheath. He reached out and patted Blackstar's head, purring, "Well, thank you, Blackstar. Your help was appreciated."

Blackstar, with what little strength he could muster, looked at him and growled, "I'll kill you." It came out sounding weak.

"Too bad I'm already dead," Brokenstar said lightly. "Well, ta-ta for now. And think about my offer, by the way."

With that, he disappeared.

Blackstar woke up in his nest shortly after. He jerked awake and snapped his head up, panting. Then he realized where he was, and he slowly relaxed. He was in his den. It was ok. "It was just a dream," he mumbled.

Relieved, he turned to wash his fur, which was still sticking up slightly. Then he froze.

There was white gunk all over his nest. His dick, while limp, was exposed in the cool air. And there was cum dripping from his ass.