Separated So Young [Sarah]

She, despite her efforts, had fallen asleep. Every jerk he made spooked her, leading to a night of terrors. She dreamed about how he left her, came back, then left again. She woke just before the sun rose, turning to look at Flamepaw. She nuzzled him to give him comfort.

Flamepaw gladly accepted her presence and shoulder immediately, leaning against her and switching from resting his cheek on his brother's cold body to her warm side, and he jerked several times during the night as he did his best not to doze off, having been awake the past couple days with no sleep in the drama of his brother being ambushed, injured, rescued, and then treated.

"Of course.." she said, not minding the awkwardness, and padded beside of him. She sat down, tail laying on his for comfort, ready to act as a short shoulder to lean on.

"R-Raccoonpaw," Flamepaw said shakily, glancing over his shoulder at her miserably. "Would you mind, well, staying with me tonight by him? I know you're tired, and you can sleep if you want, I just want to feel someone else's fur." He shuffled his paws awkwardly.

Raccoonpaw, now 9 moons old, sat on her haunches a few tail-lengths behind Flamepaw. She hung her head in sorrow, wondering at this moment how Flamepaw felt. She had known his brother, they were friends, but nothing could compare that to the bond she and Flamepaw had - or Flamepaw and his brother.

5 moons later, Flamepaw was approaching the end of his apprenticeship, and looking forward to becoming a warrior. He and Raccoonpaw had never really talked about the little naughty game they had played all that time ago, but now they both knew what it meant, and Flamepaw had been meaning to have a serious conversation with her about it.

But at the moment that was the last thing on his mind as he lay staring at his brothers murdered body in the center of camp. He had been ambushed by two rogues who had killed him for no specific reason.

She rolled her eyes. She cast a glance at her back, cleaning it of any cum. She used her forepaw to thoroughly clean her face, just in case. She purred at the tom, nodding, "Let's go!"

(Sure)

He sighed and rolled his eyes, realizing that the innocent she-kit had taken it as just another silly game, but he was juts then realizing why adults talked about it so much, and how it was certainly a game, but more than a petty kitten one. But he just shrugged and purred. "We should get back to camp. Make sure you wash your fur and your mouth out so no one known you like kissing butts." He stuck his tongue out at her playfully.

(ready to time-skip to when they're apprentices and he decided to leave?)

She stuck her tongue out, "Salty. Kinda gross. Yeah, it was fun." she stood up, still being her bubbly self

He watched her and laughed. "How do I taste? And we should totally become mates when we're older and do this all the time." He tilted his head to the side. "You enjoyed it too, right?"

She sat down, raising a forepaw to wipe her face off, bending back to the fur along her spine off.

He grinned and humped her face fur, wiping his cock and balls all over her face and leaving her fur ruffled and messy, to the toms' amusement. He kept on rubbing it until his nethers were almost completely wiped off and dismounted her front end.

(Bumpdahump)

She came once more as his barbs flared into her while he pulled out. She opened in maw in a cry of pleasure and slight pain.

He hissed in frustration, desperately desiring to release inside the innocent she-kit, but he forced himself to pull out just as his barbs flared out all the way, stimulating her to the fullest as he began unloading into her backside, purring as he did so. He saw her tremble as he quickly dismounted and went to her front, impatiently shoving his member right against her muzzle as he was still dripping rope after rope of seed.

Between pants, she managed out, "Ew! Don't do that!" she told him, voice raising several octaves.

(Whatever you prefer, he can pull out if she says so. Either way she wouldn't get kits, she's too young)

(Should he cum in her or nah?

"Nngggg," he groaned, "Raccoonkit, somethings happening...." He let out a hiss, "I think I'm going to pee in your butt!" He thruster harder, every animal instinct within him driving him to push farther and farther inside. He noticed her getting pent up too and he bit her ear, encouraging her to let loose.

(Bump)

(bump)

"O-oh!" she couldn't help crying out in ecstasy as he rammed her G-Spot. Her walls clenched onto his cock as she reached her first climax. Her breaths became pants.

The toms' breathing got quicker in excitement at the talk, even though the innocent she-kit didn't take it very seriously, which only made it hotter to him. "That's right," he purr-growled, thrusting himself back into her and unknowingly hitting her G-spot, "you like making out with dirty butts! And you're where you belong." He reared up so his forepaws were on her haunches, looking down at her as he began slamming into her.

"Fine. I love being on the bottom, it's so fun, and I love kissing butts. Even yours, although it smells." she stuck her tongue out

He smirked above her, licking his lips. "Good," he continued rubbing himself against her still. "Now if you want me to be inside you, tell me how much you like being below, and kissing butts."