The sun was shining warmly on the clans below, the trees filtering out the worse of the heat. The leaves dappled the world below it, rippling the pelts of ThunderClan cats. They basked on rocks, bellies exposed to the sky, enjoying the nice day. Tricklestar's whiskers twitched in amusement of watching her clan bask around like fat kittypets. She was proud of them, within the first life, she had already made Thunderclan strong, with full-muscled warriors, with fierce kits. She didn't care that most of them walked around like sex-craved beasts, as long as they were good warriors they could do whatever they wanted. The leader herself was a virgin, her mate being a dark brown tabby named Stickwing. It wasn't that she was afraid of mating, she just had different... tastes. Tricklestar stood up, stretching her back, letting her silver pelt take in all the warmth.
She looked around, making sure all the warriors were napping or engrossed in conversation before trotting off into the medicine cat's den. Her medicine cat, Cherryblossom, was a beautiful she-cat, and a great friend. The she-cat was almost a pink color, her long pelt a light hue of an orange-brown with brown stripes dancing down her back into a splash of brown at the tip of her tail. Cherryblossom hadn't done anything against the warrior code, and had dedicated her life to her clan. Honestly, Tricklestar thought, Cherryblossom listened to the warrior code too much.
"Hello Tricklestar."
The blue-gray tabby sat down, watching as Cherryblossom threw out some old leaves outside of her den. She twitched her ears, watching every muscle under that thick fur, and Tricklestar couldn't help but lick her lips. Without saying anything, the she-cat slipped inside of the den, curling up in front of the medicine cat's nest. She glanced down at it, then tilted her head.
"Cherryblossom," Tricklestar said, "Do you need more moss in your nest?"
The pink and brown she-cat instantly bounded over, letting her bushy tail cover her nest. Tricklestar couldn't help but chuckle, she'd known that the medicine cat would never ask anything from her clan, not even a little bit more moss.
"No, no, no." Cherryblossom said, shaking her head, swinging it down low. "I-I don't need anything."
"Then lay down on it." Tricklestar responded, her voice and face stoic.
Gulping, Cherryblossom only nodded again, then curled up in her nest, slightly ashamed.
"So, Cherrblossom," Tricklestar started to say, slowly circling around the other she-cat. "Have you used... your stick?"
Tricklestar was talking about the testing stick. Once a she-cat was born, she'd be assigned to a stick used for training to mate later on in her life. All the she-cats in the clan had one, even Cherryblossom.
The pink she-cat gulped, and slit her ears back.
"Why would you want to know? I mean- sorry... I mean, no. No I haven't."
Tricklestar stopped in her tracks, glancing down. Most all she-cats kept their stick next to their best, and Cherryblossom had done the same. Using her paw, Tricklestar picked it up. She examined the twig, it was long, about a tail-length, and one end was thicker than the other. Tricklestar had chosen it especially for the medicine cat, but sadly, she could tell she'd never used it before.
Then suddenly, a dark thought bubbled to the surface of Tricklestar's thoughts. "Oh, too bad. " She stated, positioning the stick so the thick side was up and the thinner part was down.
"It's such a nice stick."
Tricklestar then continued to slowly shove the stick inside her, gaping open her mouth, lolling her eyes into the back of her head.
"Tr-Tr-Tricklestar!"
Cherryblossom gasped loudly, bolting upward. Gulping, she then whispered, "It's the middle of the day!"
Biting her lip, Tricklestar then slid the stick out of her, the brown bark already dripping with her liquids.
"Huh," the blue-eyed tabby said. "I guess I should be quiet then. "
She then continued to ram the stick up her pussy again, a spike of pleasure running through her spine.
Cherryblossom sat there, staring at her leader pleasuring herself, feeling her own forbidden pussy start to get wet.
A couple minutes later, Tricklestar orgasmed, moaning Cherryblossom's name out as she squirted her cum almost across the den.
Catching her breath, she pawed Cherryblossom to the ground so he belly was exposed, and her lightly damp core.
Tricklestar put her paw on the brown she-cat's clit, slowly circling it.
"It feels better when someone else does it anyways." The leader whispered.
Cherryblossom, Closing her eyes, whimpered, "T-this is against the warrior code."
Tricklestar hissed, jabbing her paw into the she-cats clit hard, making Cherryblossom arch her back and moan in a painful bliss.
"The warrior code never says you can't do the act of mating, just that you can't have a mate or kits! Now do as I say. And I say to sit still."
Cherryblossom, still closing her eyes, nodded, her shoulders tensed up. Bending down, Tricklestar delicately licked the lips of the younger cat's pussy while at the same time gently massaging her clit.
After a couple minutes of that, Tricklestar finally dipped her sandpaper-like tongue inside of the she-cat.
That, sure did get a reaction of her.
Cherryblossom's back arched again, a rather loud mew escaped her lips, and juices started trickling out of her pussy.
Amused, Tricklestar stopped licking for a second, only to hear a whimper in protest. Quickly, she darted her tongue back in, only to get the same reaction.
"Do you like that? You filthy little kittypet."
Cherryblossom could only nod, her concentration focused on regulating her breathing. The medicine cat would never admit that she was enjoying the dirty act.
"You want me to fuck you so hard don't you? You know what? I will."
Without any other preparation, Tricklestar rammed her tail inside of the she-cat beneath her, a devilish smirk on her face.
Cherryblossom's back arched upward and she gasped loudly, her paws flailing in the air.
The she-cat trembled and started to purr as Tricklestar slowly pushed her tail in and out of her virgin pussy.
"You like that?" Tricklestar purred, putting Cherryblossom's stuck inside her.
"Because I sure do. "
As her hips trust up and down, Tricklestar eventually wiggled the stick as far up inside her as she could. Clenching, she sat back up, removing her tail from Cherryblossom.
"Oh Cherryblossom," she mewed, "I need some help. I think I'm a little... stuck. "
Cherryblossom stood up, liquids flattening down her thick fur. She padded over to her leader, and inspected her pussy, taking a couple licks at it.
Suddenly, though, like a tom cat, Cherryblossom mounted Tricklestar. Her tail then shoved into the blue tabby, pushing the stick in deeper.
"C-Cherryblossom!" Tricklestar yowled out, tears of pleasure forming in her eyes. But Cherryblossom continued to thrust, squirting all over her leaders back.
She grabbed at her scruff, biting into it, her own pussy dragging along Tricklestar's back, warm and wet. She orgasmed hard, shaking and collapsing to the ground. Tricklestar, too, squirted around the stick which was still inside her, and a little pool of blood and she-cat cum was by her back feet, and her entire back was soaked.
Gingerly, with her teeth, Cherryblossom pulled out the stick, which came out with a satisfactory pop. More juices squirted out of the leader as she too, fell to the ground.
Cherryblossom's tail trashed proudly above her. Tricklestar was right; the warrior code never said anything about mating.