Ivypool x Dovewing, requested by thewriter99.

"Ivypool! IVYPOOL!" Dovewing mewed urgently as she witnessed bloodied scratches appearing on her writhing sister's flesh.

Dovewing stared hopeless at her sister, who was not waking up, but was obviously being attacked in the Dark Forest. She secured her jaws in the back of her sister's scruff fur, attempting to see if she dragged her out that her dream would disappear.

It took quite a bit of time for the somewhat small cat to drag her sister outside. Her sister seemed calm now, but not awake. Dovewing flattened her ears. She glanced at the tunnel. It wasn't being guarded.. not tonight. The other warriors have been quite lazy lately.

She pulled back quickly with a slight shriek of surprise as Ivypool flailed her paws at her sister.

"No, Mapleshade, stop," Ivypool hissed, but Dovewing couldn't make out the words her sister was saying.

"Mapleshade, no.." Ivypool whispered, reaching for her sister's scruff in her hooked claws and pulling her painfully on top of her.

"Ivypool! What are you doing?" Dovewing hissed.

"Mmm... Maplesh-hade..." Ivypool choked out, and Dovewing tried to rear back as the slightly-frightening, pleasured grin on her sister's face terrified her. What were they teaching them in the Dark Forest?

Ivypool had her hind legs wrapped gently around Dovewing's flanks now. Dovewing was sort of paralyzed in shock. Did her OWN SISTER really... What? Dovewing was confused and disoriented as she felt her sister's core begin to stimulate with wetness.

Dovewing cringed in pleasure but disgustedness as her own core began to tingle with wetness as well. She had to stifle a moan into her sister's fur as Ivypool began thrusting upwards with quiet hisses onto her sister's rosy pink core.

Lust began to prick at the corners of Dovewing's thoughts. It felt so GOOD rubbing up against her sister like this! But it was so wrong..

"Ivypool.. We should move somewhere where no one can see us," Dovewing whispered into her sister's ear.

Surprsingly, Ivypool seemed to respond as she rolled her sister over and began to push her behind the warriors' den with shocking ease. Their muscles really were trained in the Dark Forest...

"They can't find us here, beautiful," Ivypool whispered into her sister's ear, though her eyes were still closed and she appeared to be still asleep.

Dovewing wiggled with excitement. She knew it was wrong. So wrong. Her own sister... But she looked so beautiful under the moonlight, and her core was tingling almost painfully, and she could see by the moonlight's glare that Ivypool's core was moistened and red.

Ivypool advanced onto her sister. Dovewing tried to stay still so this would last longer...

Ivypool placed her paws onto her sister's shoulders, claws sinking into her flesh. Dovewing let out a small squeak of pain, and Ivypool gritted her teeth.

"Fuck, you're so sexy," Ivypool whispered breathlessly as her eyes began to move beneath her lids.

Ivypool leaned down upon her sister, rubbing her core softly against Dovewing's. Dovewing placed one slightly-pinned paw in her jaws to stifle her moan. She then lifted her tail from beneath her sister and slowly began to rub it along her core. Ivypool let out a hiss with a moan edge to it, moving her hips slightly onto the furry object.

Dovewing smiled and withdrew her tail, though Ivypool looked disappointed at the loss, but she began rubbing her core carefully back onto her sister's, letting out loud moans which probably could be heard by the whole Clan, but Dovewing didn't care. She thrusted upward to meet her sister's hips. The feel of their cores together was almost unimaginable. Dovewing had to close her eyes tightly and straighten her hind paws to keep from bowling her sister over and rubbing faster.

Ivypool then bent downward. Dovewing hissed quietly at the loss, but then she realized when the first stroke of pleasure slipped across her core that Ivypool was gently lapping at her core. Dovewing thrusted her hips upward, trying to get her sister's muzzle into her wet, pink core. Ivypool seemed to be enjoying it as well. It was then when Ivypool shifted so her core rested over Dovewing's face and she still continued to lap at her sister's core. Dovewing slipped her paw out of her mouth and leaned upward to swipe her tongue carefully and slowly across her sister's core as well.

The two sisters moaned loudly, together, and a loud, "Oh STARCLAN, IVYPOOL," slipped from Dovewing's mouth as she grinded her core into her sister's lapping tongue and muzzle and gently kissed the folds of her sister. Dovewing felt an orgasm begin to build in her lower regions, and once again began thrusting against her sister, harder this time. Her sister bit her core softly and dove her tongue into Dovewing's core fiercely. Dovewing screamed as she came, and she felt Ivypool's juices leak out of her own core as well.

Dovewing scrambled back to the warrior den, panting. Ivypool would have to find herself like that. But maybe, just maybe.. she could do it again.