Firepaw x Longtail

Hunger rumbled fiercely in his belly, a nagging yet tolerable emptiness. Despite not having eaten a bite since the previous night, when he had fought for his life against Longtail, Firepaw had been awake for hours. Insomnia tightened the muscles along his spine.

Graypaw had led him to a bed of dry ferns so he could rest. He longed to close his eyes after such an exhausting day; however, his body refused to cooperate. A bitter taste lingered in his throat, and the fur along his spine was slightly bristled. He tried to convince himself it was just his inexperience in battle or the discomfort of having had the entire Clan watching him, but he preferred not to dwell on it any longer.

Beside him, Graypaw was fast asleep. One hind leg stretched out in the air, his whiskers twitched as he let out brief, muffled meows. Firepaw flicked his ears. He thought that perhaps he just needed to empty his bladder to soothe his restlessness.

He stood up noiselessly and slipped out of the apprentices’ den. Near the center of the camp, two warriors patrolled, their eyes fixed on the entrance. Firepaw pressed his belly to the ground and crept along the edge of the vegetation. His heart hammered in his chest; he didn didn’t want to be spotted.

He was searching for a spot to relieve himself. He knew there would be no litter box in the wild, but during his outings with Smudge around the Twoleg gardens, he had learned that everything came down to scent.

He pressed his nose to the damp earth and sniffed. Between the smell of dirt and rotting leaves, he caught a thick, sweet trail. He crept stealthily through the undergrowth, his back arched and his nose glued to the grass, until he bumped headfirst into an obstacle.

His sensitive whiskers brushed against thick, warm fur. Firepaw snapped his head up. Standing before him was Longtail, the very same warrior who had ripped off his collar with a single swipe of his claws that morning.

The young apprentice scrambled backward immediately, his spine bristling as a sudden heat coursed beneath his pelt. Still drowsy, his pupils dilated by the dim light, Longtail took a second to recognize him. When he did, he flattened his ears against his skull and tensed his shoulders, baring his fangs.

“You!”

“W-Wait! I’m not here to fight, really,” Firepaw meowed hastily, lowering his head in a submissive posture. “Sorry about earlier. I just… I came to urinate. Is this the right place?”

Firepaw’s pelt bore no clear territorial scent marks. Longtail let out a snort of pure annoyance and took a step back.

“I can’t believe Bluestar is taking in kittypets… You don’t even have a developed enough sense of smell to realize this spot is occupied.”

“O-Occupied?” Firepaw asked, tilting his head.

Longtail sighed and dragged a foreleg across his face. The movement revealed the flattened grass beneath him, stained with a thick, whitish fluid. Firepaw didn’t understand at first, but as he stood up, he felt the wet viscosity brush the tip of his nose.

Longtail growled, embarrassed and aggressive all at once. Extending his tail, he used the fluffy tip to wipe the fluid off the apprentice’s nose with a swift, rough flick.

Then he turned his back and began to walk away.

“Pretend you didn’t see anything…”

“See what?” Firepaw asked.

He looked down at the thick smear on the leaves. He had never seen or smelled anything like it on a cat.

Longtail turned around slowly, narrowing his yellow eyes. “Are you making fun of me?”

“No! Really, I’m not… I just came to urinate. I didn’t mean to interrupt you if you were… doing something private.”

“I wasn’t urinating, you idiot,” Longtail snapped, his neck fur bristling.

Firepaw swallowed hard. “I don’t even know why I waste my time with a kittypet. Do they send you to the cutter as soon as you stop nursing?”

Firepaw tucked his tail between his hind legs at the word, shaking his head vehemently.

“I still have my testicles, it’s not that… I really just don’t know what this is.”

Curious, Firepaw reached out a paw and touched the substance. Before the warrior could react, the apprentice brought his pad to his tongue to identify the scent. Longtail leaped back, the fur along his back standing completely on end.

“Do whatever you want… You’re a freak.”

Firepaw lowered his ears and stayed silent. Longtail strode toward the edge of the thicket, but right before he pushed through the leaves, the apprentice meowed again:

“I… I also wanted to apologize.”

“Apologize?”

“For your ear…”

Longtail flicked his good ear. The other, torn since that morning, had dried blood and swollen edges. It stung at the slightest movement.

“You think that’s enough? Keep your apologies and get out of the Clan. You don’t belong here.”

“I… I want to stay.”

“This is a Clan of warriors, not a shelter for spoiled cats.”

Firepaw lowered his head even further, pressing his chin against his chest. Longtail glanced at him sideways for a second and clicked his tongue. As the warrior took a step to leave, the youngster’s voice stopped him once more, this time cracked with a sharp whimper.

“But… really…” Green tears filled his eyes, wetting the fur beneath his sockets. “I really want to be here.”

Longtail paused, keeping his ears pinned backward.

“It’s… a very different world,” Firepaw admitted, running a paw over his eyes. “But it’s fascinating. There are so many scents, so many cats… Everything is new, and I want to learn.”

“You talk like an unweaned kit.”

“I’m not a kit…”

“Then what? What the hell do you want? Just speak clearly for once.”

“I admire what you are. I want to be a warrior like you.”

Longtail froze. He dug his claws into the damp earth and closed his eyes, struggling to suppress the urge to attack or flee. He shook his head in frustration.

“You have no idea what you’re getting into. Go back to your blankets.”

“…”

Firepaw gazed down at the sticky smear on the ground, then raised his eyes once more toward the warrior’s haunches.

“Is there… anything I can do to make it up to you for the injury?”

Longtail froze completely. The apprentice’s soft voice seemed to vibrate in the night air. The warrior turned his head slowly, looking at him sideways; Firepaw was watching him with wide pupils and heavy breathing.

To Longtail, the situation was utterly bewildering. Just hours ago, he had been fighting for his life against this feline to enforce respect, but having him right in front of him with his ears flattened left him completely off-balance. Were all kittypets really this soft?

He wanted to order him back to his bed, but the words caught in his throat as a nagging heat coursed beneath his pelt. Taking a step forward, he drew himself up to tower over him.

Firepaw was old enough to understand the nature of bodies. Longtail knew that some Clan apprentices used to sneak off into the thickets with young warriors to relieve their tension, and kittypets were infamous for breeding out of control in Twoleg villages. Why was this specific kit acting so ignorant?

Longtail let out a rasping snort, keeping his pupils fixed on him.

“If you want to make it up to me so badly, you could start by licking my dick,” he spat, curling his lips to reveal the tips of his fangs.

He was trying to intimidate him, to see his spine bristle in terror or watch him turn tail and run. Convincing himself the kit wouldn’t even understand the command, he turned his hindquarters to leave.

The silence that followed shattered instantly; Firepaw was already moving.

The apprentice lowered his neck, pressed his belly to the damp grass, and slid his warm nose right into the warrior’s crotch, dragging his rough tongue directly over the exposed tip.

The impact of the contact sent a violent cramp through Longtail’s hind legs. He collapsed hard onto his back with a muffled meow.

Firepaw scrambled backward, startled by the reaction, his tail twitching nervously.

“D-Did I hurt you with my teeth? I’m sorry…”

“W-What the hell do you think you’re doing, you idiot?” Longtail snapped, struggling to catch his breath as the fur along his neck bristled.

“Licking your… dick? Isn’t that what you asked me to do?”

“Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“Back in my old garden… I saw two cats do this before I came to the forest,” Firepaw replied, flicking his ears.

Longtail dragged a forepaw across his face, flattening his whiskers. He growled into the undergrowth.

“Back off. I don’t want… you this close to me.”

He sat back on his haunches to lay things out. As he listened to the harsh words, Firepaw pieced the concepts together. Barely two moons ago Longtail had left the apprentices’ den; he had never mounted a female and it wounded his pride that his first experience would be with an orange-furred male, but the stiffness of his dick betrayed any attempt at rejection.

Having set the boundaries, Longtail pinned his yellow eyes on him.

“When a warrior says that to another male, it’s to humiliate him… You weren’t supposed to obey.”

“I… didn’t feel like you humiliated me.”

“Well, that was the point!” Longtail snapped, flicking his tail hard against the dirt.

Firepaw settled onto his hind legs, a trace of pre-ejaculatory fluid glistening at the corner of his lips. Longtail swallowed hard and averted his gaze, the skin of his ears burning.

The rustle of the wind through the vegetation filled the space. Firepaw pinned his ears against his skull.

“Even so… if this helps so you won’t hold a grudge over the wound… I want to do it.”

Longtail swivelled his ears toward him, startled.

“Did you not hear a single thing I just said?”

Firepaw’s posture was no longer one of pure fear; he was watching him with a direct, submissive intensity that made Longtail’s stomach flip. The rush of blood tightened his crotch, erecting him fully.

Without another word, Longtail reclined sideways against the rough surface of a rock, exposing his belly.

“Do whatever you want… Just don’t go whining about it later. Besides… it’s not like anyone’s ever done this for me before anyway.”

Firepaw nodded slowly. He crept forward on all fours until his muzzle rested between the warrior’s thighs.

Firepaw remained motionless, his nose mere inches from Longtail’s crotch. His green eyes, dilated by the dim light, locked onto the warrior’s dick. A pale pink at the base that darkened toward the exposed tip, it swayed with the rhythm of his heavy breathing. The thick fluid that had previously stained the grass glinted under the moonlight filtering through the leaf litter.

Longtail let out a low growl, a raspy vibration rising from deep within his chest. He twitched his good ear nervously, trying to hide the heat rushing up his neck. His expression feigned irritation: eyebrows knitted into a tight scowl, lips pressed firm, and ears flattened back. Yet his fully dilated pupils and the involuntary tremor of his whiskers betrayed his arousal. A dark flush stained the skin hidden beneath his pale brown fur.

“Are you going to stare at it all night, kittypet?” he muttered, his voice raspier than he intended. “Get on with it… or run back to your bed and dream about blankets.”

His dick twitched again, brushing near Firepaw’s damp nose and drawing down another stretching bead of moisture.

Firepaw swallowed hard. The thick, salty, and subtly sweet scent filled his nostrils, an animal trail so unlike any scent known in the Twoleg gardens. He edged closer, pressing his belly to the damp grass, and slid his tongue out. He licked the flesh a single time, slowly and deliberately, right over the swollen tip.

Longtail’s dick jerked violently. A short gasp escaped his muzzle as he arched his back against the rock, digging his claws deep into the soft earth.

Firepaw looked up. Longtail’s face was flushed, his mouth half-open with his pink tongue barely poking out from between his fangs; his warm breath dissolved into the cool night air with every exhalation. The wild tension in his posture made his chest rise and fall at rapid speed, yet he didn’t pull away.

Seeing the apprentice hesitate, the older cat placed a forepaw on his orange head. His pads closed firmly over the nape, guiding him until his muzzle was pressed flush against the erect flesh.

“Again,” he ordered in a harsh whisper. “And don’t just stay on the tip. Do it… more.”

Firepaw obeyed. He ran his tongue over it again in slow circles, feeling the salty taste scrape against his taste buds. Longtail let out another, deeper gasp, his paw tightening over the apprentice’s head without releasing him.

Encouraged by the response, Firepaw dragged his tongue down the shaft in long, firm strokes. The hot, velvety surface twitched beneath the feline scraping, becoming coated in a glistening trail of saliva and precum.

The apprentice began to improvise, sucking gently around the glans by pressing his lips against the sensitive skin, then closing his mouth to apply soft pressure, feeling the throbbing pulse against his throat. He worked his way back up, rubbing his nose and cheek along it to mark it with his own scent. The thick fluid coated his whiskers and muzzle; the dense aroma settled deep into his lungs.

Longtail’s breathing came in ragged hitches. Every time Firepaw pressed his lips tight or dragged his tongue down to brush the base of his crotch, a tremor shot through his thighs. The heat trapped beneath his thick pelt had grown suffocating; he no longer even tried to hide the compulsive rhythm with which his tail lashed against the rock.

Suddenly, Longtail seized him by the ears with both forepaws. The grip was firm, possessive, with retracting claws on the verge of unsheathing. He lifted him slightly, forcing him to stretch his neck, and aligned his muzzle directly with the swollen tip.

“Open up,” he growled, his voice cracking with desire. “For real. Swallow the tip… and suck it.”

Firepaw parted his fangs. The head of the dick slid between his lips, hot and slick. Longtail thrust forward with the insistence of one who had abandoned any trace of indifference.

Firepaw felt the bulging structure fill his oral cavity against the roof of his mouth. He closed his lips around the shaft and began to suck rhythmically, working his tongue underneath while inhaling softly.

A long, husky meow escaped Longtail. He threw his head back against the rock wall, his eyes half-closed and his jaws open, releasing puffs of steam as the claws on his hind paws scratched at the earth.

Firepaw bobbed his head up and down to the rhythm set by the paws holding his ears. He sucked with greater confidence, letting the mixture of saliva and precum drench his chin.

The wet, rhythmic sound of sucking filled the corner of the clearing. Longtail was no longer giving orders; he only released hitched breaths every time the apprentice tightened the seal of his lips or brushed the sensitive skin with the edges of his fangs.

Firepaw felt the dick harden even further inside his mouth, throbbing against his tongue with an intense, concentrated flavor. Longtail loosened his grip on his ears slightly, only to tangle his claws in the reddish fur of his head, guiding him and pushing him a little deeper with every downstroke.

The warrior kept his chest heaving, his belly tight, and his haunches raised. The fake irritation was gone; now only raw pleasure remained on his face, his mouth open as he panted out bursts of cool air, the fur along his neck bristling completely.

Firepaw kept sucking intently, feeling his heart racing wild against his ribs. The warrior’s heat filled his mouth, and his animal scent enveloped him entirely. Every time he pulled his head back until he nearly let go of the glans and then swallowed it down again, Longtail let out a deeper sound. Precum flowed generously, and the apprentice swallowed it without hesitation, feeling the thick, salty density slide down his throat.

Longtail arched his back once more as one of his hind legs quivered against the grass. His grip on the younger cat’s ears grew rough and unyielding.

“Like that…” he whispered, his voice broken. “Keep going… don’t stop now.”

Firepaw sealed his lips around the tip and began a slow, deliberate motion back and forth. The hot flesh slid between his rough tongue and the roof of his mouth, coated in a glistening layer of saliva. The taste hit him full force: sharp, salty, utterly alien to his former life as a kittypet. A faint shiver ran through his nose, and he pulled his face back, panting out the side of his mouth.

Longtail wouldn’t allow it. The paw holding his ear pulled back firmly, shoving the flesh right back into his mouth.

“Swallow it,” he ordered hoarsely. “Don’t stop because of the taste.”

Firepaw obeyed. He sealed his lips again and licked more insistently, moving his tongue in wide circles around the head before sliding it down toward the base. Every time the older cat released a gasp or lashed his tail against the rock, something in the apprentice’s belly flared hot. He sucked eagerly, letting thick saliva fall in strings down the shaft and drench the brown fur of the warrior’s groin and the tight testicles hanging below.

Longtail thrust his hips forward, burying the dick halfway down. Firepaw felt the tip press gently against the back of his throat and felt the small retractable barbs, the fine spines of male cats, bristle against his tongue and palate.

A muffled groan vibrated in his throat. At the same time, his own dick emerged from its sheath on his belly; the reddish flesh slid outward and brushed the cold grass, leaving a trail of precum across the leaves.

Firepaw let out a muted gasp around Longtail’s dick. The warrior looked down to watch him, his ears cupped forward and his pupils dilated to the maximum as he saw the apprentice’s body tremble and his pink dick rub instinctively against the earth.

Longtail placed his other forepaw over the younger cat’s rounded haunches. He ran his pads over the base of his orange tail, stroking it slowly while the fur along his back bristled at the contact. Then he descended toward the tight testicles and, without warning, closed his fingers around his flesh.

Firepaw shuddered from head to paw. Longtail began to stroke him with firm friction while pinning his neck against his crotch. Every time the paw moved up the orange shaft, the youngster groaned louder and shifted his hips seeking friction; his tail lashed uncontrollably and short gasps escaped around the sides of the dick filling him.

Longtail let out a loud growl. He began to thrust into the apprentice’s mouth with short, rhythmic hitches of his hips, causing the barbs on his dick to erect and retract against Firepaw’s gums and tongue. At the same time, he felt the youngster’s dick swell even further beneath his claw, wetting his pads.

“Like that…” he muttered through his teeth. “Suck it good while I touch you.”

He thrust until the thick fluid accumulated on the apprentice’s tongue before letting him swallow. Firepaw was sucking desperately now, his eyes closed and his body wracked with spasms from the dual stimulation. Longtail quickened the pace of his paw over the young dick, squeezing with every stroke up.

Firepaw’s orgasm shattered all at once. A sharp, muffled meow echoed against Longtail’s dick.

The apprentice’s body arched violently, his hind paws dug into the dirt, and hot squirts of white semen splashed the warrior’s paw, staining the brown fur of his limbs and falling in dense strings onto the grass. He continued to tremble and pant heavily, his mouth still full, as the final spasms shook his spine.

Longtail kept his forepaw on the sensitive dick for a few seconds more, milking out the last drops, and then pulled away.

The apprentice’s semen glistened on Longtail’s pads. With a twisted, almost fierce smirk, the warrior brought that paw toward the youngster’s rear: he spread his haunches and smeared the fluid directly over his tight anus. The hot liquid slid between the folds, causing Firepaw to let out a long groan as he took in the lingering aftermath of the orgasm.

“That’s your punishment for cumming so fast… Imagine daring to dirty a warrior’s paw…” Longtail murmured in a harsh voice. “Now swallow it all.”

He squeezed the nape of Firepaw’s neck and drove his hips forward in a single deep thrust. The warrior’s dick slid all the way into the apprentice’s mouth, its barbs brushing his palate and throat until Firepaw’s nose was smashed flat against the fur at the base. Longtail let out a deep meow of pleasure, forcing him to swallow his entire length.

Without releasing his ears, he moved his hips slowly again, feeling the youngster’s throat stretch to accommodate him and how his feline spines erected and retracted with every stroke. Firepaw’s body kept trembling, releasing a continuous groan that vibrated in his neck every time the older cat sank all the way in.

Longtail panted heavily. With his other stained paw, he parted the apprentice’s haunches a little wider and pressed a pad against the constricted anus. The finger slipped in easily, circling in slow motions as he groaned softly. His dick, buried to the base, throbbed every time the youngster’s muscle ring contracted around him.

“Relax…” he ordered through his teeth.

He began to hammer Firepaw’s muzzle with short, deep thrusts, growing faster and faster. The wet sound of sucking mingled with his panting until his entire body tensed from end to end. A long, guttural meow tore from his chest: he came.

Hot semen exploded directly down Firepaw’s throat. Thick squirts flooded his mouth and went down his esophagus without resistance. The taste was sweet, intense, and so dense it warmed his chest from within.

Instead of pulling away, Firepaw began to suck with greater urgency, shifting his head within the allowance Longtail gave him to swallow what was still pulsing out from the tip. His own dick, ultrasensitive, rose over the grass once more. When Longtail pushed his finger a little deeper, stretching the muscle with a second knuckle, Firepaw collapsed into a second climax.

The fresh orgasm wracked him completely: he trembled from his ears to the tip of his tail, convulsing as small squirts leaked from his exhausted dick. He lay motionless afterward, his anus tight around the warrior’s finger and the dick still lodged in his mouth.

Longtail began to pull his flesh out slowly to allow the barbs to retract without tearing the tissues. As it pulled free, a thick strand of semen connected the tip to the apprentice’s parted lips, spilling over the corners onto the grass.

The warrior remained panting over him, the brown fur on his chest heaving sharply. His yellow eyes scanned the apprentice’s body: his stained face, his drenched anus, and his limp dick on the grass. A second later, he grabbed him with both forepaws and flipped him onto his belly, leaving him resting on his chest with his rear raised.

Firepaw blinked in a daze, the sweet taste flooding his mouth.

“W-What…?” he tried to ask, his voice raspy.

Longtail stepped behind him, sniffing the warm air.

“You haven’t fully pleased me yet,” he replied in a low growl. “You swallowed my cum… but that’s not all you can do for a warrior.”

Firepaw didn’t fully understand; he twitched his tail nervously and flattened his ears back.

Longtail lowered his muzzle and licked the apprentice’s still-tense testicles first, dragging his rough tongue over them again and again to clean away the remnants of semen and dirt. Firepaw let out a trembling groan as his hind legs gave way for a moment. Then, the warrior worked his way up: his tongue traveled along the perineum, reached the parted anus, and inserted its tip, licking the internal walls in firm, circular strokes to savor the semen he had used as lubricant.

The texture of his tongue opened him up a little more, exploring his inner heat. Firepaw arched his back instinctively, letting out a sharp, needy meow.

Longtail growled with satisfaction as he worked, pushing his tongue in and out to prepare him. He held Firepaw’s haunches with partially unsheathed claws to keep him steady; the combined taste of semen and the apprentice’s natural scent intoxicated him.

Firepaw trembled non-stop, his tail held aside and his body completely surrendered. Every stroke tore a new, raspirer groan from him.

Longtail pulled back for just a second to speak, his voice deep:

“This is only the beginning, kittypet. Now that you’re open and wet… I’m going to show you how to really please a warrior.”

He plunged his tongue back inside him while his dick, regaining its hardness, swayed heavy between his hind legs, its barbs showing beneath the moonlight.

The apprentice drooled against the grass, his jaw slack. The cool, thick fluid clung to the fur on his cheeks and nose. Longtail gripped his haunches with both forepaws to lift his rear quarters, gaining a better angle. He licked the outside of the anus, sucking the muscle ring hard; then he drove his tongue back inside, swirling firmly against the inner walls. He panted between every movement, letting thick strings of saliva fall onto the orange haunches.

He spat deliberately onto the glistening entrance and inserted a finger. Then another. He began to stretch him patiently, feeling the internal tissues give way. The salty mix of Firepaw’s semen combined with the apprentice’s natural trail, turning him on even more.

Firepaw groaning uncontrollably:

“A-Ah… i-it feels… weird… but… nngh… don’t stop…”

Longtail spread the younger cat’s haunches even wider, holding him open with his pads to inspect him.

“You like it?” he asked in a deep voice. “Tell me the truth, kittypet.”

Firepaw nodded vehemently, his face pressed against the grass:

“Y-Yes… I like it… it feels good…”

Longtail slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving the anus parted and glistening. He mounted Firepaw, covering the orange pelt with his brown body until he pinned him against the ground. Lowering his muzzle to his ear, he whispered:

“How sure are you that you want to please me… for real?”

Firepaw trembled beneath him, but he didn’t hesitate:

“I really want to get along with you… I want to… stay in the Clan… and not have you hate me…”

Longtail rubbed his swollen dick against the stretched anus. The hot flesh moved up and down, brushing the sensitive entrance with its barely erect barbs. Then he lowered his head and kissed him: a rough clash of muzzles and tongues heavy with the lingering taste of semen. Both panted, mixing their breath.

Longtail pulled back barely a fraction of an inch:

“Hold still… don’t move.”

He began to insert the head of his dick. The glans pressed against the muscle ring and gave way once it broke the resistance. Firepaw let out a sharp meow and dug his claws into the dirt. Longtail paused right there, holding only the tip inside while breathing heavily.

A rush of memories flashed through his mind: the fight that morning, the torn collar, the wound on his ear, and the fact that he was mounting a kittypet right near the camp. He turned his head on high alert, swiveling his ears and sniffing the air to make sure no other warriors were approaching.

The silence of the clearing remained unbroken. Satisfied they were alone, Longtail pushed a little further. Another inch. The barbs bristled upon penetration, creating the distinct friction unique to felines.

Firepaw shuddered beneath him as his anus adapted to the pressure. Longtail kept advancing inch by inch until he felt the inner heat envelop him. Every small push made his breathing more ragged. The tight, slick interior made a growl rise in his throat every time the walls squeezed around his dick.

“Fuck…” he muttered through his teeth. “You’re… way too tight…”

He kept sinking deeper without rushing until nearly half his length was buried inside the apprentice. Longtail leaned his head down and licked the younger cat’s nape, savoring the orange fur soaked in sweat and saliva while his hips made small, experimental thrusts. The barbs retracted and erected with every motion, stimulating both bodies simultaneously.

Firepaw couldn’t stop groaning. His face was stained, his ears pinned to his skull, and his tail held to the side.

Longtail pushed a bit more, sinking deeper until he felt the final stretch slip in. He took one last glance toward the edge of the thicket, verifying they were still alone, and drove his hips all the way home: his entire dick disappeared inside Firepaw.

The warrior remained still for a second, panting hard over the apprentice’s trembling body, his claws dug into the earth. The barbs were fully deployed, anchoring him in place. He leaned his muzzle down to Firepaw’s ear and spoke in a cracking voice:

“Now… now you’re really pleasing me.”

And he began to move.

Firepaw closed his eyes as he felt Longtail’s dick buried completely inside him. The fine, erect barbs scraped against his inner walls with every stroke, but then the warrior leaned his head down and bit his ear. It was a firm grip: his fangs pressed into the sensitive flesh while his tight lips sucked on the edge. He tugged the ear back, and Firepaw released a sharp groan.

The sensation helped him ground himself. He was able to focus on the warrior’s warm muzzle working his ear, the rough tongue licking the inside of the cavity, and the slow, deep thrusts.

He parted his hind legs a little wider. Longtail panted as he felt the snug fit; he pushed his hips until his base almost brushed the dilated anus. He gripped Firepaw’s rear with both forepaws, squeezing his haunches as his pads sank into the orange fur. He drooled over the younger cat’s back and gave his buttocks a sharp slap that echoed through the clearing.

Without giving him a moment’s rest, Longtail pinned him against the dirt, which was slick with semen and saliva. He began to thrust harder in long, deep strokes. With one paw, he held Firepaw’s tail lifted, and with the other, he braced himself firmly on the ground to gain a better angle. Every thrust made the barbs erect and retract, while the wet sound of their haunches slapping together filled the night air.

He lowered his muzzle and began to suck Firepaw’s neck, leaving damp marks with his rough tongue. At the same time, his free paw ran over the ribs that rose and fell with every ragged breath. Longtail observed the apprentice’s orange pelt glistening under the moonlight, thick and plush, so different from the cats born into the Clan. Drooling a little more, he drove into him with several hard, rapid thrusts, burying himself all the way to the base with every stroke.

Firepaw braced his hind legs firmly. He was no longer just receiving; he pushed back, matching Longtail’s rhythm to take the dick deeper. The movement gained momentum in seconds, and Longtail noticed immediately, letting out a growl that rumbled in his chest.

“You really enjoy this too, huh?” he asked, his voice raspy and mocking.

Firepaw began to purr, a low, continuous sound. Before he could answer, Longtail smashed his muzzle against the younger cat’s and thrust his rough tongue into his mouth, forcing a mouthful of saliva inside. The apprentice swallowed, tasting the flavor mixed with the lingering trace of semen. Longtail, for his part, tasted some of that same fluid, releasing a gasp mid-kiss.

They pulled apart by mere millimeters, leaving strands of saliva connecting their muzzles. Longtail thrust again, his dick pulsing slowly inside Firepaw; hot drops trickled out, serving as extra lubricant to push even deeper.

Both panted in unison. Longtail reached a tighter point inside the apprentice, a muscular ring constricting the head of his dick. The barbs deployed fully as they hit the resistance, anchoring him there.

“Fuck…” he muttered through his teeth. “You’re… so tight right there…”

He pushed harder, forcing his way through. Firepaw let out a long, needy meow, digging his claws into the soft earth. Longtail didn’t stop; he kept going until the head of his dick broke through the tight ring and sank into the deepest heat.

Both bodies convulsed. Longtail held still for a moment, panting against Firepaw’s neck as the inner walls squeezed him from all angles.

Then he started moving again, executing short, deep thrusts that scraped right against that sensitive spot. Firepaw felt nothing but the thick flesh sliding in and out, the spines stimulating every inch, Longtail’s muzzle pressed against his ear, and the warrior’s weight crushing him into the ground.

He purred loudly, the sound rumbling against Longtail’s chest. The warrior responded with a deep growl and picked up the pace; his thrusts became more precise against the tight spot, forcing Firepaw to spread his hind legs wider.

The clearing smelled solely of sex, warm fur, and secretions. Longtail grabbed Firepaw’s tail and yanked it up, raising his haunches to penetrate deeper. Every time the head of his dick brushed that inner spot, the younger cat trembled with a muffled groan. Longtail drooled onto the orange fur, sweeping his tongue out to lick his neck or the base of his ear.

“Keep moving like that…” he ordered between gasps. “Don’t stop.”

Firepaw pushed back with greater momentum, finding a perfect cadence as the sound of their haunches slapping grew wetter and faster. Longtail released another slow trickle inside him; the hot semen acted as lubricant, allowing him to reach the absolute limit until their testicles clapped together.

Longtail lowered his head and bit Firepaw’s ear again, sucking on it as he drove into him ruthlessly. The pleasure was so intense the warrior’s legs trembled on the earth.

“I-It hurts…”

Longtail snorted and began massaging the apprentice’s rear quarters as he kept thrusting. His pads squeezed the orange haunches in rhythm with every shove:

“Relax…” he growled right by his ear. “Let me get deeper.”

“I am…” Firepaw answered between gasps. “I really am…”

Yet the deeper ring of muscle kept resisting, squeezing the head of his dick. Longtail stroked the apprentice’s ears with his tongue and paw, licking the inside of the ear canal, and collapsed completely on top of him. His brown chest flattened the orange back while he planted his forepaws firmly on either side of his head.

“Is there something you want to say?” he asked in a husky whisper, never breaking the rhythm of his short shoves.

Firepaw took a second to react. The heat of Longtail’s pelt, the dick pulsing inside him, and the fine barbs scraping every wall made him feel increasingly vulnerable.

“If… when this is over…” he panted, “will this be the only time we do this?”

Longtail paused his hips for a split second, swiveling his ears in surprise:

“What do you mean?”

Firepaw breathed in hitches, his muzzle buried in the stained grass:

“That… I’m enjoying this more than I’d like to admit,” he confessed through groans. “And when I said I want to be your friend… I’d really like to mean it. To be able to do these things more often.”

Longtail snorted, a short, skeptical sound:

“Friends don’t do this.”

“Oh, no?” Firepaw asked, his voice trembling.

The warrior averted his gaze while the fur on his cheeks darkened with a visible flush:

“To do this often… at least… lovers do that.”

Firepaw turned his neck slightly to glance at him sideways. Neither uttered a word for a long second; only their heavy breathing and the faint wind rustling the leaf litter could be heard.

Longtail lowered his muzzle and kissed him: a deep contact with his rough tongue invading Firepaw’s mouth, pushing saliva and the residual taste of semen inside. He thrust again, firmer this time, and pulled back barely a millimeter to whisper in his ear:

“In that case… I’ll fuck you as many times as you want. But you’d better listen to everything I tell you from now on.”

Firepaw groaned against the dirt. Longtail didn’t wait for an answer: he bit the apprentice’s nape hard, sinking his fangs into the junction with his back. His grip turned rougher, and his thrusts grew increasingly harsh.

That sudden shift made the muscle ring give way all at once. Longtail noticed it instantly and lunged with a single deep stroke, burying his dick completely. Firepaw let out a sharp meow of surprise and pleasure; his body shuddered, his hind legs convulsed, and his claws tore through the grass.

Longtail began to hammer right against that sensitive spot. Every impact made his retractable barbs erect to the maximum, anchoring him deeper and scraping internal tissues with unique feline friction.

The dick continued to swell inside him: the flesh expanded and the spines dug in firmly, keeping them locked together. The warrior shortened the length of his thrusts; he held almost completely still, rubbing his glans again and again against that sensitive spot while the rest of his dick remained buried to the base. His testicles clapped against Firepaw’s haunches, and his hot breath burned the apprentice’s neck.

“Like that…” he growled through his teeth. “Hold still… let me cum inside you…”

Firepaw could only groan and tremble. Every time the barbs erected and retracted in that deep zone, a shockwave shot down his spine. His own dick, pressed against the cold grass, leaked a steady trail of precum while an uncontrollable purr rumbled in his throat.

Longtail quickened his sharp pushes. He bit down hard on the apprentice’s nape once more and gave one final thrust with all his weight: he came. Semen erupted in thick, hot squirts deep within Firepaw. The warrior released a long growl as his flesh pulsed compulsively. The barbs remained fully erect, anchoring him and preventing him from slipping out during the ejaculation, until the fluid began to overflow around the base and drip onto the grass.

Longtail lay sprawled over Firepaw, panting heavily. He lowered his muzzle and licked the bite mark he had left on his neck, dragging his rough tongue over the inflamed skin.

“…Lovers,” he repeated under his breath. “You’d better not regret what you just asked for, kittypet.”

Firepaw purred louder; his body lay limp and surrendered beneath the warrior’s weight while his insides kept contracting around the flesh still buried and throbbing within him.

Longtail pulled back slowly, inch by inch. As he withdrew, his dick discharged the remaining squirts, which trickled down both of their balls onto the grass. The barbs retracted bit by bit and, with a soft pop, they separated completely.

Firepaw lay trembling on the dirt. His anus remained dilated and exposed, leaking semen in a thick strand that stained the fur of his haunches. A soft whine escaped his throat. Hearing it, Longtail lowered his muzzle and licked the punished area: his rough tongue swept over the swollen muscle again and again, cleaning away the excess fluid and soothing the raw flesh.

When the warrior sat up, he settled in front of him with his hind legs open, displaying his still semi-erect dick beside his heavy testicles.

Firepaw approached without a word. He lowered his muzzle and licked one of Longtail’s testicles; then he took it into his mouth and sucked gently. Longtail let out a gasp and rested a forepaw on the orange head to stroke it, sinking his pads into the fur.

Firepaw looked up and met his eyes. His green pupils locked onto the warrior’s yellow ones as he took the other ball to lick and suck it. Then he worked his way up: his rough tongue traveled along the base of the dick to the glans, taking the flesh into his mouth once more to suck slowly.

When he released the dick, Longtail came again in several slow spurts that splattered across Firepaw’s face, staining his muzzle, cheeks, and the fur on his forehead. Both stayed still for a moment until they broke into short, tired laughter. Longtail tried to mask it by turning his head, but the deep sound vibrated in his chest; Firepaw stuck out his tongue to lick the corner of his lips clean.

Longtail stood up completely. Carefully, he slid his forepaws beneath the apprentice’s body and pulled him up onto his own chest to distribute the weight. Firepaw rested against the brown pelt, his muzzle pressed to the warrior’s neck. Longtail held him firmly: one paw on his back and the other steadying the base of his tail.

“That stupid collar I took off you this morning… it didn’t suit you,” he murmured, his voice still hoarse.

Firepaw huffed, producing a soft, exhausted sound:

“The Twolegs put that collar on me.”

“Yeah,” Longtail replied. “But with that on, I wouldn’t have let myself do this to you.”

He lowered his muzzle and sought Firepaw’s neck, dragging his rough tongue over the sensitive skin where he had previously left his bite mark.

Firepaw let out a low whimper. Their bodies were so closely joined that their members ended up rubbing together: Longtail’s, still semi-erect, and Firepaw’s, sensitive and smeared with blades of grass and precum. The friction was slow at first, but turned deliberate in seconds.

Longtail shifted his hips slightly and Firepaw responded with a faint push of his haunches; they lay there rubbing together gently, unhurried, savoring the warm contact, the scent of sex in their fur, and the steady rhythm of their breathing.

Longtail continued licking Firepaw’s neck at regular intervals. The apprentice purred, his body completely surrendered against the warrior’s chest, as their movements grew increasingly lazy. Longtail adjusted him over his torso, wrapping his paws around him; Firepaw buried his muzzle into the brown fur of his neck and closed his eyes.

The final touch was subtle, almost a farewell. The lingering semen cooled on the grass, blending its scent with the damp earth. They remained curled together until exhaustion overtook them completely, falling asleep beneath the moonlight.

The next morning they returned to the Clan, but didn’t say a word to each other all day.

***

Moons settled a quiet routine upon ThunderClan. Between patrols, Firepaw, Graypaw, and Ravenpaw shared fresh-kill in the shade of a rock, cracking jokes and picking ticks off one another before sleeping.

“Stop moving, Ravenpaw!” Graypaw grumbled between spits of moss. “If you keep twitching like that, I’m going to swallow every flea on your back.”

“Your tongue is just too raspy today,” Ravenpaw muttered with a wince, though he didn’t get up.

Firepaw let out a short laugh as he watched the scene, feeling the comforting weight of his denmates.

“Hey, Firepaw!” Graypaw called, bouncing a dry leaf with his nose. “I heard Dustpaw say there’s a whole nest of mice under the dry rocks. If we hurry, we’ll catch more than the morning patrol.”

“Count me in,” Firepaw replied, unsheathing his claws.

However, a tabby silhouette crossed the clearing with a distant stride and an indifferent air: it was Longtail. Passing right by the group, he didn’t even spare them a glance, holding his chin high with the usual pride of a warrior.

“My, look at who’s strutting around like he’s the Clan leader himself,” Graypaw whispered with a playful chuckle.

Yet as he brushed past Firepaw’s flank, Longtail’s long tail lifted for a second, trailing a subtle stroke across the apprentice’s tail. To the others, it seemed like an accidental touch, but to Firepaw, it struck like an electric spark. His nose flared as he caught the subtle scent heavy with intent drifting through the air.

Trying to keep his bristling spine from giving him away, Firepaw stopped dead in his tracks:

“Uhhhh… Wait, Graypaw… I don’t think I can make it. I just remembered something important… I have to go clean the elders’ bedding. If I don’t, Tigerclaw is going to be furious.”

“Clean bedding?” Graypaw tilted his ears in confusion. “Seriously?”

“If I don’t do it today, they’ll put me on guard duty all night,” Firepaw lied, forcing a smile. “You guys go ahead. I’ll catch up if I finish quickly.”

Graypaw snorted, brushing it off, gave him a playful nudge in the flank, and called Ravenpaw to head off into the undergrowth.

As soon as they scampered away, Firepaw waited for the camp guards to look the other way. Moving stealthily, he vanished behind the thickets at the entrance.

He moved swiftly, following the scent trail Longtail had left on the breeze: an invisible thread guiding him straight to the edges of the territory, where a small natural shelter of dense ferns offered refuge.

Inside the hidden clearing, all coldness vanished. Longtail was waiting for him, reclined on a bed of dry moss; upon seeing Firepaw’s orange head break through the fronds, the warrior’s distant posture melted instantly, releasing a deep purr that vibrated through his chest.

“You took your time,” Longtail murmured, tapping his tail against the earth with restrained impatience. “I was starting to think you preferred going hunting with that gray-furred fool.”

“I had to throw Graypaw off my trail,” the apprentice replied, creeping forward with his tail low and his ears swiveled to the sides in a playful gesture. “Besides, I was pretty fast considering I had to make up an excuse in front of everyone.”

“You’d better be,” Longtail smiled, extending a paw. “Because I have no intention of sharing you with anyone this afternoon.”

Firepaw swallowed hard and drew closer until he felt the warrior’s hot breath against his forehead. Longtail pressed the young one’s back down against the ground, forcing him flat against the earth. The lessons of the previous weeks had transformed their initial clumsiness into an absolute complicity between their feline bodies.

Firepaw rubbed his cheeks against the adult’s neck to soak in his scent glands. Longtail responded by grabbing him by the nape with a firm bite; the fangs sank into the loose skin of the neck in an instinctive grip that paralyzed Firepaw completely. The apprentice relaxed his legs, narrowed his eyes, and parted his lips, letting out a warm sigh.

Longtail maintained the pressure for a few seconds longer before releasing him with a brief pass of his rough tongue over the mark.

“So obedient when we’re alone…” he murmured against his ear.

The warrior leaned back onto his hindquarters, parting his thighs and exposing his belly. His member, erect and damp from pre-cum, gleamed against the light fur.

Firepaw crawled forward with his tail brushing the dry moss until his truffle stung from the intense musky scent. He pressed his truffle to the base of the cock, making Longtail gasp as he felt the warm air of his breath, and began to work with his tongue: the abrasive surface swept from the root to the tip, savoring the brackish drip.

“Aaaah… yes, right like that, kittypet,” Longtail cursed between his teeth, throwing his head back while his ears flattened.

Firepaw welcomed the head of the cock inside his mouth. The contrast dragged a muffled yowl from the warrior, who dug his claws into the earth.

The apprentice closed his lips around the girth, creating a tight suction. He began to pull back with his head, pressing the flesh against his palate while his rough tongue milked the underside of the cock with every pass. The abundant saliva spilled over the corners of his muzzle, lubricating the movement and allowing him to swallow more length.

With the tips of his paw pads resting on Firepaw’s ears, Longtail began to set the cadence, holding the younger one’s head to guide the suctions. He thrust forward gently, taking the living flesh into that tight throat.

Every deep pass tore deep, guttural purrs from Longtail’s chest. Firepaw used his whiskers to brush the sensitive skin of the adult’s thighs, while his cheeks sank with every suction, molding to the size of the cock.

Longtail’s haunches began to tremble under the accumulated tension; the head of the cock swelled inside the younger one’s mouth and the pre-fluid increased its flow.

“I’m going to cum… swallow it all,” Longtail ordered with a broken voice.

With one final firm pressure of his paws against Firepaw’s shoulders to keep him anchored, Longtail arched upward. He released himself with a long, raspy moan: dense, hot spurts of semen burst forth all at once, flooding the apprentice’s mouth and slamming against the back of his throat.

Longtail’s body shook in several pulses as he emptied himself. Firepaw ingested the semen in large gulps, swallowing the thick fluid without pulling away.

When the cock stopped throbbing, Firepaw pulled back slowly with a wet sound. He passed a front paw over his muzzle to wipe his whiskers and let out a low purr, his eyes half-closed. He dropped heavily onto the moss.

Longtail stretched out a paw and wrapped it around the apprentice’s back, pulling him with a gentle tug against his chest.

“Good boy…” he whispered, lowering his muzzle to lick the orange fur of his head.

Firepaw rested his chin on the adult’s front paws and closed his eyes. In silence, they shared that secret intimacy: a relationship that for both of them would last forever.