Dovewing crept silently through the bushes, only pausing when she tasted the scent of mouse in the air. Wriggling her hind quarters she leapt through the bush, landing squarely on the mouse. Cursing under the breath, Dovewing stared at the uneatable mess beneath her. Ever since she had lost her special powers everything was so different. Burying the mouse, she prepared to continue hunting but an unusual smell held her back.

"What's that?" She mumbled to herself as she began to follow the strangely familiar scent towards the direction of the lake.

Emerging through the shrub, Dovewing looked up to see a white and silver behind staring at him, a smell surrounding it.

"Ivypool?" Dovewing stared at her sister. Ivypool had her tail in her core and was moaning softly, she turned to Dovewing, her blue eyes glittering innocently and yet a spark of lust was hidden in here as well.

"Dovewing! Oh, please help me. Fernsong has been so busy recently and I remember

when we were kits; slapping our cores together! Please help!" Ivypool spluttered, staring at Dovewing desperately.

The smell overwhelmed Dovewing and with a dip of her head she padded forward to help the desperate she-cat. Sticking her muzzle into Ivypool's core she began to lick the cats insides. Ivypool shuddered in pleasure and bucked her hips, forcing Dovewing deeper into her.

"If you wanted help you should of asked," Dovewing purred, reaching as deep as she could into Ivypool.

Ivypool only groaned and slumped on her back. Dovewing was pulled with her and brought her muzzle out of her as she hit the ground. She stared down at Ivypool.

"You've had your fun, now do me," she mewed down at her sister, limp, on the ground.

Ivypool frowned at her sister. "You're not the one in heat"

Dovewing glared at her. "It's my turn!"

Ivypool wrinkled her nose at her and turned away.

Angrily, Dovewing started to walk away but someone grabbed her tail and held her back.

"My sweet, we can still have fun, even if your sister doesn't appreciate you."

Dovewing whirled around to face her father, Birchfall.

Before Dovewing could protest he slammed into her core, making Dovewing almost face plant into the ground.

Pleasure flooded through her body and she bucked back again his member.

"Ahhh," she sighed, in heaven.

He slammed harder, surely impregnating her.

"I love you, dad." Were the last words she echoed before she passed out from pleasure.

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"Congratulations Dovewing," Bumblestripe puffed his chest out. "You're so brave."

Dovewing stared sadly at the three kits suckling her belly and at her mate, so happy,to be a father.

"What have I done?" She murmured.