This Is Wrong But It Feels So Right (Stormwind)

“If you intend on riding his muzzle,” mewled Robinsong to her friend, “make sure you don’t remove the cobwebs until right before you sit on him.” From between his hindlegs, The she-cat saw the suspicious look Blackstar was giving the stick and purred.

“Don’t worry, Blackkit,” mewled the deputy, pawing at his tailhole. The tom shuddered softly for a heartbeat but returned to glaring at her as the stimulation continued. “I’m sure you’ll take good enough care of the two of us.”

Swiftfoot waited a few pawsteps back, yellow eyes half-lidded as she lazily watched her best friend and the prisoner.

Robinsong couldn’t help but shudder as she sat between the Tom’s hindlegs, examining his body. Blackstar’s sheath was a Sure indicator of his massive size, but obviously she couldn’t compliment their prisoner like that.

“Oh dear, is that really all we have to work with?” As she spoke with a disappointing-sounding sigh, The tom glared daggers at her, and watched warily as she curled her tail around the stick she’d retrieved.

Swiftfoot gave a leisurely up-and-down look of the tom, letting her eyes trail along his body, unashamedly examining his groin.

Blackstar flattened his ears against Swiftfoot’s blow, which caused him to hiss quietly in pain. When she mentioned his past he was about to do his best to claw at her before Robinsong returned. Using the leash, she forced the tom to roll onto his back, his neck, belly, chest, and groin all vulnerable to the two sadistic she-cats now.

Swiftfoot cuffed him over the ears, her unsheathed claws making it a stinging blow. “Now, now, none of that,” she scolded. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself. Don’t think everyone doesn’t know what you did when you were an apprentice.”

(Well, he only does things with the two of them, which is a far cry from his apprentice days where he slept with every she-cat in Lakeclan. )

Blackstar’s eyes widened as he realized what the pair had in mind. The leader thrashed against his leash, trying to back out of it with his claws gripping the tree bark. In the meantime, Robinsong jumped up into the higher branches, looking for a good branch or stick.

“Sounds good to me,” Swiftfoot purred.

(And with there being two she-cats, one of which is in another Clan, He’s really not very loyal at all even if they know about each other)

Robinsong sneered. “Little Blackkit thinks he’s in love, so why don’t we test his loyalty right here and right now?”

Swiftfoot gave a little, nasty smirk. “Well, with a name like that, how could she have been anything but a desperate little slut?”

Robinsong nodded. “He couldn’t find a She-cat in his own clan who would sink so low, so Blackkit took a desperate apprentice slut from another clan.” The She-cat licked her lips scandalously, casting a glance at Blackstar.

Swiftfoot thought that over with a frown. “Wasn’t it Swallowsomething?” She said, genuinely not remembering said she-cat’s name. She’d always thought of her as beneath her.

“Do you know who Blackkit’s little ‘mate’ is, Swiftfoot?” Purred Robinsong questioningly, pretending the tom wasn’t even there, which caused the leader to growl softly.

Swiftfoot cast a glance at Robinsong, wondering what part she was planning to execute right now. As close as they were, she still couldn’t read the other she-cat’s mind.

Blackstar squeezed his eyes tightly shut, breathing heavily. He inhaled some of the cobwebs which forced him to start coughing furiously, The tom simply unable to catch his breath for some time. When he’d finally recovered enough to open his eyes Robinsong had returned to Swiftfoot’s side.

The deputy wound the vine tightly around the branch they were on, using it to reel Blackstar in closer and closer until he was forced into a sort of crouch, his neck and head forced to lay against the branch by how little slack he was given by the Forestclan deputy. The Tom’s eyes still burned with defiance even now as he was crouched in a submissive fashion before the She-cats, his head at their paws.

Swiftfoot pouted a little in response but she dragged the tom back up onto the branch before he could suffocate, hopping back out of his reach.

“Me either,” mewled Robinsong in reply, watching the Tom’s legs kick out fruitlessly in an attempt to gain purchase on the branch again. “Unfortunately, I don’t want to steal his lives, at least not yet. We don’t want him to be too exhausted or unconscious for the rest now, do we?”

Swiftfoot watched curiously, sitting down on the branch. “I don’t think I’ve seen anyone be strangled before,” she mused.

Blackstar’s body fell downwards when his exhausted legs were swept from underneath him. Thanks to the way he’d been tied, he had been forced to stay standing, and now that he wasn’t he immediately began to choke with the vine taught around his neck. Robinsong watched him struggle and gag with a slight smile and a flicking tail dangling from the branch she was sitting on, almost looking like a bored apprentice as she watched the tom fight to breathe.

Cheerfully, Swiftfoot sauntered up to Blackstar and grinned up at him before quickly kicking his legs out from underneath him. The only way anyone would be able to see what they were doing was if they were in the tree with them, so the two she-cats were perfectly safe from anyone noticing their unwarrior-like behavior.

Robinsong listened eagerly, a menacing grin crossing her face. “I like it,” purred the She-cat eventually, bounding up into the tree towards where Blackstar’s vine was tied.

The tom watched her as much as he could. are they freeing me? He was certainly confined, but his heart dropped when he heard the command Robinsong gave to her friend.

“Kick his legs out from under him,” mewled the deputy, smirking down at the tom.

Swiftfoot quietly murmured the ideas she’d thought of into Robinsong’s ear, eyeing Blackstar the whole time.

(>)

Robinsong glanced questioningly to Swiftfoot, moving closer to her deputy so that their plans could be conferred to her in a whisper if her friend so chose.

(Le gasp! So evil! It’s perfect)

(All of the above? )