"Another stressful day" Nepeta sighs under her breath as she heads to her hive. It was getting closer to winter, all the prey starting to hide to hibernate for the winter. This made it a lot more difficult to hunt, but stockpiling food was the worst part. Always having to drag her kill, if she found any, to put it in a pile to wait until it has to be eaten.
Getting into her hive, she spots her dancestor, Meulin, helping herself to one of the carcasses in your hive. Due to her bending over and her short skirt, her cat paw panties are showing to Nepeta, a smirk growing on Nepeta's face as she giggles.
"Any reason you're taking my purrey?" Nepeta purrs at her dancestor, barely hiding her aggression at finding someone trying to steal her food. Nepeta quickly sighs, remembering her dancestor's deafness. She stalks up, grabbing Meulin by her shirt collar and pulling it back roughly, glaring at her. Meulin looks at her, eyes wide like she's surprised, slowly swallowing the red meat between her lips.
"OH HEY NEPETA, SUPRISED TO SEE ME HERE?" she asks, too loudly as always, assaulting her sensitive ears.
Usually it'd be nice to see her dancestor, as the parties they host together are usually really fun, trying to steal her food. Nepeta lets go of her collar, bringing her knee up into her dancestor's stomach.
"You do not steal someone's food!" Nepeta yells at her dancestor, an interesting idea crossing her mind about Meulin. Meulin coughs as she hits the floor, looking up at Nepeta in shock. Nepeta's next command left no room for argument. "Strip your clothes off; you can pay off your stealing"
Meulin looks up at her stunned, but obediently stripping her clothes off. She knows she has crossed a huntress's line, and would be in just as much danger as a piece of prey if she didn't follow the huntress's command. Her clothes are quickly tossed aside, her plump body waiting for Nepeta's command.
Nepeta strips herself, her slightly more top heavy build quickly becoming exaggerated due to the now gone support. She kneels next to her ancestor, pulling her into a deep kiss. Meulin makes a noise of surprise, only getting louder when Nepeta bites down on her lip, just barely missing the point of bleeding. Nepeta lowers her kneecap, rubbing it against Meulin's nook.
Meulin moans and mews, Nepeta grabbing Meulin's rumble spheres lightning quickly and daggering her dagger sharp claws into the round flesh of each, squeezing them tight and pressing her nails together.
A squeal of pain escapes Meulin's lips, barely able to stand the pure violence of the sexual pleasure. Nepeta releases her breasts, standing up in front of her, taking the sides of her dancestor's head and pressing it into her olive green nook, "get to licking" she commands her scratch-sister.
Meulin hesitates for a second, and then quickly follows her orders, sticking her tongue into Nepeta's nook and starting to lick about, pleasuring her. Nepeta's tail wraps around Meulin's neck, slightly chocking her, as Nepeta's hands reaching up to squeeze her own rumble spheres, moaning as Meulin continues to follow her orders.
Nepeta forces Meulin to continue pleasuring her for a while, holding back her orgasm to force her to keep going. Eventually she can no longer handle it, releasing her olive juices into Meulin's mouth, coating her similarly colored tongue.
Nepeta's tail releases Meulin, Nepeta catching her from falling. "You were a good kitty; just remember to not steal my food again." Nepeta smiles, slipping her nude scratch-sister into her recuperacoon as she curls up beside the sleeping pounce-de-Leon, using him as a pillow. Her mind is full of the feeling of Meulin's tongue, creating a lot of very nice dreams.