This Is Wrong But It Feels So Right (Stormwind)

Robinsong narrowed her eyes as she concentrated, but something Swiftfoot had said caught her attention. “Are you sure we can’t drown him?” Mewled the She-cat. “Maybe not with water, but in something else?”

Swiftfoot tipped her head back, staring up at the canopy of branches and leaves thoughtfully. "There's not much we can do without moving him from here, which we don't want to do," she said, thinking aloud. "Any fatal injuries would cause a lot of blood and his subsequent lack of injuries would give away what we've been doing. It's a pity we can't drown him."

Robinsong glanced down at her paws thoughtfully, though she was more curious in what else Swiftfoot could come up with. This cat was going to be her deputy when that old badger Miststar finally died. She had to show she deserved it.

(I'd call it life number two but everyone has their own ideas so *shrug*)

Swiftfoot pondered the question, humming thoughtfully. "Well, we could slit his throat," she said dubiously, "but that just seems boring. And messy. Hm."

“Have any suggestions for live number eight?” Robinsong asked curiously of her friend as she set to work lifting Blackstar back up.

Pulling Blackstar's body back up onto the branch with a grunt of effort, Swiftfoot stepped out of his reach so that he couldn't claw her once he came back to life.

Robinsong nodded quickly. “We wouldn’t want to waste the other 8 lives now, would we?” The she-cat purred quietly to herself. “Imagine all the interesting ways we can kill him.”

"Should I pull him up now?" Swiftfoot asked mildly, as if the pair hadn't just coldheartedly murdered another cat (even if he would come back to life).

Robinsong sat down comfortably beside Swiftfoot, watching with the same detached interest tha ther friend did.

Blackstar’s mouth hung open, his tongue forced out of his muzzle in his effort to breathe, but it was to no avail. After a few more heartbeats the Tom’s struggles ceased, and the world went as jet black as his fur though he hadn’t closed his eyes.

Swiftfoot sat down on the branch, wrapping her tail around her paws and peering down at the tom with a detached curiosity.

Blackstar quickly began to gasp fruitlessly for air once more. This time, Robinsong didn’t intend on bringing him back, padding down beside Swiftfoot to watch the tom struggle.

(Ah)

Swiftfoot easily knocked the tom's legs out from underneath him, sending him off the branch to dangle by his neck from the rope again.

(Knock his legs out again.)

(Wait, what? *confused blink* What is Swiftfoot supposed to do?)

Robinsong got Swiftfoot’s attention with her tail and then nodded. Swiftfoot already knew what the deputy wanted her to do. She’d done it just before they used him for pleasure.

Swiftfoot ducked her head and gave her chest fur a few licks before critically eyeing Blackstar and his injuries.

“I’m a little needy myself now,” huffed Robinsong, glancing over at Swiftfoot as her friend joined her at Blackstar’s head. “But that can wait.” Purring, the deputy gave Blackstar a menacing look, unraveling the vine from around the branch they were on and taking it back up to where it had been, forcing Blackstar back into a standing position.

Swiftfoot huffed softly, padding over to her friend’s side to stare down at the tom.

“Soaked in your blood.” Retorted Blackstar, which earned a deep slash across the muzzle from Robinsong.

Swiftfoot scoffed, still a little breathless but better able to hide it now. "Oh, yeah? And what are they going to do? Throw mossballs at us?"

When Blackstar finally came to the realization he could speak again, he squirmed a little against the feeling of the stick in his tailhole before growling.

“You foxhearts aren’t going to get off easy when my clan comes back here,” the leader snarled, causing Robinsong to look up angrily and abandon the stick inside the tom as she padded over to his side.

Panting a little, Swiftfoot sat down on the branch, digging her claws into it.

“Enjoy yourself?” Teased Robinsong, slowing the thrusts of the stick but not stopping them even after Blackstar came.

Blackstar gasped gratefully for air when his muzzle was finally freed from Swiftfoot’s core, the fur on his muzzle and face wet with her juices.

Breathing shakily, Swiftfoot moves off of Blackstar and a few steps away, trying to recover.

Blackstar sputtered as his muzzle was suddenly filled with cum, thrashing in his restraints even though doing so choked him slightly. The tom yowled with rage into Swiftfoot’s core, but couldn’t help himself, another tear falling as he felt his own cum shoot from his member and onto his belly.