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After a night of grueling pleasure, Spottedleaf's rage boils over as she confronts rival felines who dared to disturb her master's territory. Her vulva still drips with her master's seed, a constant reminder of the primal bond and the fierce need to protect what is hers. Will she unleash her feral fury and claim dominance, or will her secrets be exposed?
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The First Fight
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I didn’t want to get out of the nest.
My muscles were numb and exhausted; last night’s sex had been grueling. Even though I tried to open my eyes upon remembering there was unfinished business to attend to, the steady, warm pulse of my mate tempted me to sink back into his arms and let him scratch my head.
The soft twittering of the birds outside invited me to relax, but I had to stay alert. I remembered the insult from the night before and felt my claws tense instinctively beneath the skin of my paw pads. I had to suppress them so I wouldn’t tear the sheets, but the fury was overwhelming me.
Those annoying cats hadn’t left me in peace. They hadn’t stopped caterwauling the entire time my night of pleasure with my master lasted.
That had been deeply uncomfortable. While it didn’t stop my master from taking me forcefully and plowing me hard all night, it struck me as an unforgivable mark of disrespect. Even in the clan, when a pair mated, the other felines turned a blind eye and sought out different territory. That was what dens were reserved for, provided it took place in a warrior’s bed.
Kittypets definitively lacked any sense of decency.
Hearing my guttural growls, I felt the Twoleg’s hand reach for my back and slide up to my head. I rubbed hard against his fingers, letting out a thick purr.
“E-Easy… I’m just… a bit annoyed by the noise outside… you know…” I whispered to him.
In his lethargic state, my noises had pulled him from his sleep, and he looked at me with concern. I crawled a bit closer until I pressed against his bare chest, dragging my rough tongue over his cheek to moisten him gently. Then I nuzzled my face against his, spreading my scent from cheek to cheek. I loved him madly.
I stood up slowly, resting my front paws on his torso to stretch. He gave me a few affectionate pats on the hip; feeling the pressure on my rear, I noticed his warm semen still dripping slowly from inside me. A fresh purr vibrated in my throat.
I leaped nimbly off the bed and trotted toward the window. My hind legs felt heavy and my pelvis throbbed from the night’s exertion, so I paused to lengthen my back, arching it as far as it would go. Warming up the muscles at the start of the day was essential. If I didn’t maintain this habit, my stiff limbs would punish me with unbearable cramps, just as I had learned in my medicine cat lessons.
Now that I lacked my medicinal herbs, healing myself would be trickier, but I was confident I could manage.
I leaped stealthily onto the windowsill and scrambled for traction to scale the roof through short hops. I snorted through my nose as a loose tile made me lose my balance; the baked clay slipped beneath my claws and crashed to the ground below, making me swallow hard.
My belly felt somewhat bloated, full of the accumulated seed. Was mating like this making me put on weight?
After regaining my footing, I reached the crest of the roof. I shook my head side to side to clear the dust from my pelt and unsheathed my claws as I spotted the two cats sleeping peacefully further up.
They were still there.
It seemed that pair of gullible fools had fallen fast asleep after mating, right on the roof that belonged to my mate’s territory.
I crept slowly and silently toward the black-and-white tom lying sprawled on top of the she-cat. Reaching out a paw, I pressed my pads firmly over his nostrils, cutting off his breath.
The cat choked on a snore and, deprived of air, bolted upright, tumbling backward in sheer panic.
“N-Nroaaaw!”
“M-Mroaaaaw!” the female shrieked beneath him, jolting awake from the racket and rolling to the side.
I watched them through narrowed eyes, flexing my claws, stretching my neck until the vertebrae popped, and rising onto all four paws to loom over them.
“Right then… I believe I told you two last night that…”
“You again?” Smudge meowed in annoyance, shaking out his fluffy coat as he let out a yawn that reeked of rancid fish. “How many times do we have to tell you this is our meeting spot? Besides, don’t you have any manners? We were tending to private business.”
“I was the one tending to private business!” I hissed, stepping forward. “You spent the whole time howling and groaning without end, you didn’t let anyone sleep. You’re lucky my master wasn’t bothered by your screeching while he was mounting me.”
Princess, who had remained lying to one side grooming herself until now, sat up carefully and pricked her ears. Smudge mirrored her movement instantly.
“What did you say?” the tom asked, tilting his head in confusion.
Princess copied him, locking her gaze onto me.
I froze. My eyes widened as the realization of what I had just revealed hit me. A deathly silence fell over the roof; even the birdsong had vanished completely.
Damn it.
I shook my head, trying to cover up the tension. Beneath my dry coat, still matted with the remnants of my master’s seed, I felt a cold sweat run down my spine.
“I-I mean… you know… he was furious,” I improvised in a rush, internally berating myself for humiliating my master’s image. “He was so frustrated by your noise that he started mounting a pillow. I-It was disgusting. Really weird behavior for Twolegs when they get angry, don’t you think?”
Both cats stared at me in utter bewilderment, wrinkling their muzzles in a mix of confusion and disgust.
“Well… I’ve seen my neighbor’s dog do that with cushions,” Princess remarked, breaking the ice.
“Really?” Smudge meowed, turning to look at her.
Princess nodded and shot me a sidelong glance. I swallowed hard, maintained my composure, and hurriedly bobbed my head in agreement. I stepped forward with a front paw, planting it firmly on the tiles, and let out a heavy snort through my nostrils.
“That changes nothing. As my master’s kittypet… I must protect what is his. And let’s forget what I said earlier, I don’t want to tarnish his image either. So, to keep him from getting stressed out, could you go mate somewhere else? You two are domestic housecats, right? Go to either of your dens. One inviting the other over would be enough, you don’t have to do it in plain sight. Not even in the clans were we so shameless.”
“This isn’t your forest, medicine cat,” Smudge meowed, twitching his whiskers. “Around here everyone does whatever they want, unless they cross paths with a gang’s lead cat.”
“Gang? You mean a clan.”
“Gang.”
“A clan of kittypets?”
Princess narrowed her feline pupils and shook her head from side to side.
“Better forget about that. Prying too much won’t do you any good. The less you know, the safer you’ll be, they are dangerous guys after all. There are very strong rumors about a black cat with one white paw who goes around tearing others to shreds on these streets. He leads a gang of massive felines and I don’t think they are friendly at all… much less kittypets.”
“Though they say he wears a collar, as if he were one,” Smudge added, shifting his position on the roof.
I narrowed my eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. I lifted a hind leg to scratch behind my ear and dragged my claws harder across my head. I didn’t even want to think about the possibility of a clan cat prowling these Twoleg streets just to cause trouble. I gave up that life. It couldn’t be that I had to deal with territorial struggles here too… Shit.
I raised my head and locked my gaze on both of them.
“Fine… I appreciate the information.”
“But we’re staying right here, just like we said,” the tom declared.
“No way! Look, isn’t there some civilized way to settle this?”
Smudge and Princess stared at each other. The she-cat shook her head, but the tom let out a resigned snort.
“A fight,” he muttered.
My eyes widened like saucers, but I instantly let my shoulders relax. I studied his figure closely: truth be told, he didn’t look to be in the best physical shape. If it came down to a quick bout, I was confident I could handle it.
He didn’t seem to have the slightest experience starting fights, let alone winning them. Nor did I see any scratch scars or missing patches of fur on his back. He looked like a total novice, and with that prominent belly full of canned food, I was convinced he wouldn’t withstand a surprise attack.
I flexed my joints, planted my pads into a hunting stance, unsheathed my claws with a sharp click, and offered him a feline smile. Even if my path had been that of a medicine cat, I had witnessed enough training sessions from the best ThunderClan warriors to know how to move.
“Deal. If it’s to protect my master’s peace, I’ll do whatever it takes.”
“You have such a weird fixation on your Twoleg,” Smudge meowed.
The tom adopted a slightly more upright posture. Although he tried to cover his weak points by shielding his chest with his front paws, his wide, soft belly was left completely exposed to a lateral swipe. However, this was merely a territorial dispute between neighbors, not a hunt to the death. I just needed to pounce, subdue him, and make him yield. I would humiliate him to make it crystal clear who ruled this roof.
A growl of anticipation vibrated in my throat. Princess stepped aside on the roof, watching us both as she raised a paw to give the signal.
I leaped into the attack.
I charged at full speed, zigzagging across the tiles, treading heavily to avoid slipping. Suddenly, I executed a sideways bound to catch him off guard on his flank. The strategy was clear: push him over with my body weight, pin him by the neck, and smack his cheeks a couple of times with my pads until he begged for mercy…
Thud!
I blinked in bewilderment.
Everything suddenly plunged into darkness. I couldn’t see absolutely anything. My body was crushed against the ground and I could barely inhale fresh air. W-What the hell had just happened? I couldn’t see a thing!
“M-Mroaaaw…” I shrieked in a stifled voice.
Smudge hadn’t even bothered to dodge me with agility, he had simply dropped his entire length right on top of me, covering me completely with his massive body. He weighed as much as a boulder!
I managed to stick one front paw out the side, desperately reaching for the light. I tried to sink my claws into his belly to push him off and get him off me, but I only met layers of soft fat and dense fur. My paws slipped uselessly, failing to find a solid spot for leverage. What kind of technique was this!?
“So… do you yield?” Smudge asked from above, crushing me with his dead weight.
“You’re playing dirty! This is a trap!” I meowed furiously, barely managing to poke my muzzle out from under his side.
Princess watched us with flattened ears and narrowed eyes, visibly embarrassed by the shameful spectacle.
“Y-You!” I hissed, aiming my words at the she-cat. “H-How the hell do you stand this guy on top of you all night long?”
Princess looked away instantly. A reddish tint appeared beneath the skin of her muzzle, and she covered her face with a front paw.
“Don’t just blush, help me get him off!”
Smudge took advantage of my neck being exposed when I stuck my head out. He brought his muzzle close, gave me a couple of quick licks behind the ears, and immediately after, sank his teeth firmly into the loose skin of my scruff.
My body reacted in a purely instinctive manner: the muscles in my back locked up and all four of my paws were completely paralyzed. The feline maternal immobilization left me stiff as a rock, incapable of moving a single muscle.
Panic took hold of me. A genuine, visceral panic.
I-It couldn’t be! It was impossible that a simple kittypet was dominating me like this! I was a trained cat of ThunderClan!
I was a cat blessed by StarClan!
“L-Let me go…!” I shrieked against the hard surface of the tile.
Despite my desperate thrashing, twisting my hind legs and trying to sink my claws in without success, I was unable to break free from his tremendous mass of muscle and fat.
Several suffocating minutes passed until, exhausted by the futile effort, the last of the air slipped from my lungs. I collapsed with my belly pressed to the roof, surrendering completely.
Smudge looked at me victoriously and smirked. He pricked his ears and began to swish his thick tail from side to side in a slow rhythm before hoisting himself off me.
My vertebrae let out a dull click as the weight vanished and I felt the cold morning air hit my skin. Tears of helplessness welled up in the corners of my eyes.
Without paying me any further mind, Smudge strolled leisurely over to Princess and dragged his rough tongue across her cheek, spreading his saliva and marking her as his own.
There lay the reason for the knowing look her mate had been giving him from the start; she knew perfectly well he would crush and humiliate me like that. What kind of cats were this pair of kittypets?
I pushed myself up slowly, feeling the sore groan of my joints and the sharp ache in my hind legs. I took a deep breath to stave off the nausea and dragged myself toward them with difficulty, awkwardly planting my pads.
“I can’t believe… how dishonest you are,” I hissed through my teeth, baring my fangs.
“Smudge just gave you a big welcome hug,” Princess meowed, offering me a mocking smile in return as she stifled a low giggle behind one of her front paws.
“And if I’d wanted to, I could have done something much worse to you…” Smudge added in a cheeky, flirtatious tone.
Hardly had he finished meowing with that provocative air when Princess lunged at him and sank her teeth into the loose skin of his scruff. The tom’s body jerked in a violent spasm and he flopped onto his side against the tiles, instantly paralyzed by the immobilization.
Princess settled over his back and continued to bite at him with playful, affectionate ferocity, then shifted to licking his lips tenderly.
I stood completely frozen in the middle of the roof. The scene was surreal. I let my head hang, defeated by sheer physical and mental exhaustion, squeezing my eyes shut to block them out.
This was definitely not going to stay like this. There was no way I would accept such a defeat.
To make matters worse, as I shifted my hips, I felt the thick, sticky moisture Smudge had left smeared across my rear. The shameless tom hadn’t penetrated me, but he had rubbed slyly against me while pinning me down, grinding his member to leave my thighs and coat stained with his semen as a playful humiliation. He had licked me pervertedly behind his female’s back, barely brushing my spine while marking me with his warm fluid.
Through the haze of my half-lidded eyes, I saw the tom glance at me out of the corner of his eye while Princess continued to clean his mouth. Smudge gave me a deep, low, playful purr, accompanied by an explicit wink.
My blood boiled with rage, but my strength abandoned me all at once. I collapsed onto my side, exhaling a long, frustration-laden sigh before sinking into unconsciousness.
I would make sure to crush him, no matter what it took. I was a true clan cat, a respectable warrior and medicine cat; I would find his weak spot regardless of the price.
It had been a complete and utter bloody humiliation!
Fatties do make pretty heavy hitters, I guess