Author's Note: This chapter contains a mature scene.
The leaders hopped off the rock and began gathering up their cats. Grayfire hesitated. I really want to talk to that tom! And if he won't talk to me...then I'll trick him into it! She saw him alone and made her move. "Hi," she mewed with a smile. "I think I remember you from earlier today."
Brackenfire blinked. He looked at this she-cat who randomly appeared beside him. "I think you've got the wrong cat," he said.
"Remember? Grayfire? I was on the patrol with Darkpool and Owlshriek," Grayfire reminded him.
"Oh! Yes I do remember you," the tom said. He glanced around. "I don't mean to be rude here but I need to catch up with my Clan before they leave without me."
"Okay...but can you meet me here later?" Grayfire asked.
Brackenfire narrowed his eyes. "Why...?"
Grayfire had to think fast. "Because Toadwhisper- he's my Clan's Medicine Cat by the way - told me to. He's running short on burdock root and asked if I could have one of you Sun Clan cats to bring me some to give him."
"Why didn't he just ask Willowshine tonight?"
"How would I know? Maybe he thought it would make him look weak to ask another Medicine Cat for something. I don't know, I'm not him!" Grayfire meowed. "Just come tonight with the burdock okay?" Ugh he needs to stop asking so many questions! I'm running out of lies!
"Alright, alright, fine," Brackenfire growled. He turned and raced off after his Clan.
[Forest Clan]
Brownspot was sitting in her den licking her paws when a tom's voice asked, "May I come in Brownspot?"
"Sure," she replied, shifting to a more comfortable position. "What can I help you with?"
"Well..." the dark-pelted tom mewed slowly, dragging out each letter, padding closer to the she-cat.
"I'm listening," Brownspot meowed, an edge of irritation in her voice. If he could hurry up and get to the point that'd be great. I'd like to get to sleep.
The tom was now very close to the deputy, his pelt brushing hers. Brownspot's heart sped up, the hairs on her pelt pricking up. "What are you doing?" she hissed. "I don't appreciate you barging into my den in the middle of the night. Now if you would please tell me what you needed that would be fantastic. And why do you smell like dung?"
"All I want," the tom said in a low voice, "Is for you to be still."
Brownspot fought off a wave of panic. "What in Star Clan's name are you talking about?"
The tom was slowly padding around Brownspot, swiping his tail along her sides and chest, causing Brownspot to shiver. The tom flicked his tail tip briefly over her pussy than sniffing it, inhaling her sweet heat-scent. Brownspot gasped in surprise. "Stop it!" she hissed.
Suddenly he was on her.
Brownspot tried to struggle, but the tom was too heavy. He shoved a ball of moss into her mouth and pinned her on the ground, her stomach on the ground. He placed his large front paws on her shoulders, to keep her from getting away. His member dropped from his sheath and he started rubbing it against her rear.
Brownspot's eyes welled up with tears, several sliding down her face. Oh Star Clan please save me, she prayed. Let some cat walk in and get him off me. She let out a choked sob, the sound muffled by the moss ball in her thought about Shortstar, whom she'd always had a crush on. Please send Shortstar in here to help me before it's too late, Brownspot silently begged Star Clan.
Too late.
The tom kept his paws clamped down on Brownspot, and inserted himself into her pussy. He kept only the head in at first, rotating his hips in a circular motion, causing his dick to rub against her walls.
Brownspot's clenched her teeth together, determined not to moan or gasp. Still crying silently, she tried to get away from the tom but it was no use.
The dark-pelted tom slowly pushed his member deeper inside Brownspot, groaning softly.
Brownspot felt her teats begin to throb and her pussy get wet. As the tom shoved his entire member inside her and began thrusting rhythmically, each thrust accompanied with a grunt, a small moan of pleasure escaped Brownspot's throat. No! she thought, desperately trying to fight the climax she knew was coming.
The tom growled, pounding his dick into her as he reached his climax, shooting his cum inside her. He pulled out, but pressed his member against her and humped until his dick softened.
Brownspot lay in her nest quivering, her eyes looking up at the tom fearfully as he padded up to her head. "You asked me earlier why I smell like dung," he growled, putting his muzzle beside her ear. "The reason is so no cat recognizes my scent when they find you. You are the only one who knows about this."
Brownspot managed to spit out the moss ball, but the tom put his paw on her throat, preventing her from yelling for help. "How do you know I won't tell?" she hissed.
"Because," he meowed smoothly. "You'll never have the chance."
Before Brownspot even had time to think, the tom placed a paw on her chest and stepped down hard, breaking her bones.
Brownspot gasped for air, but there was no use. The tom chuckled and smashed her chest with his paws again, this time killing her.