Prologue: Kithood

"Oh, Wetpool, they're just adorable! Don't you just think they are adorable, Shadowsong?"

Shadowsong glanced at the three newborn kits and sniffed disdainfully. "Sure, just as adorable as any other newborn kit. We all know mine were the cutest the nursery has ever had."

Wetpool ignored Shadowsong and instead only replied with, "Thank you, Tighthollow. I know." They were all used to Shadowsong over-bragging about her kits, which Wetpool didn't really understand. To her, Shadowsong's kits were rather bland, and she figured the queen only offered up her rude remark because she knew Wetpool's she-kit's had tighter cores than hers did. In fact, all the Lustclan queens were known for how they continually bragged about their kits, but Shadowsong was just obnoxious about it.

Wetpool's attention was caught by her mewling kittens, who were kneading at her stomach for milk. Well, two of them were; the one male was crawling around on his stomach and scenting the air like he was searching for something. Wetpool could tell he was going to be a handful. The other two kits were girls, one of them a a ginger like her, the other a grey tabby like her father, but much lighter. Speaking of her father, he wouldn't be involved in the raising of her kits.

Clawthrust had stopped by with the rest of the clan to congratulate her, but besides that, they had hardly spoken since the night he had raped her. Wetpool and Clawthrust used to be mates, and the queen still remembered fondly the times they had passionately mated and he had affectionately called her "Wetpussy". However, they had soon realized it wasn't going to work out, and they couple split on bad terms. But one day Clawthrust had gotten high off of catnip, and he forcefully mated Wetpool behind the Warriors' den, her weak protests ignored since such calls were usually heard throughout the clan. Rape was accepted in Lustclan, as long as no one got seriously hurt.

Wetpool had actually quite enjoyed her last fuck with Clawthrust, she always liked how rough he did it, but he had still raped her, gotten her pregnant even, and Wetpool wasn't going to stand it. She had made it clear he wasn't going to be involved in the raising of her kits, which he had accepted calmly. He was on to his next fuckbuddy now, a whore named Silversprout. Speaking of their kits, Wetpool had not allowed Clawthrust to be involved in the naming of them either.

The oldest of her kits was the she-cat who looked like her, a pretty ginger femme. The only difference between mother and daughter was that the kit had a white stomach, muzzle, tail tip and paws, whereas her mother was simply all ginger. Wetpool was extremely proud of her first born, who seemed to have the cutest, prettiest, tightest core of all the kits in the nursery; she was already the talk of the clan, and the mother knew all the forest would admire her. The queen had wanted to name her "Pussykit", but of course Tighthollow had already named one of her own kits that, so instead Wetpool had named her Cherrykit. The pretty she-kit seemed like she was going to be the leader of her siblings.

"Tightkit, get away from there! You can't play with him yet! He's only a newborn!" Tighthollow was screeching the order at her own kit, whom she had, of course, named after herself. Wetpool thought it absolutely obnoxious of Tighthollow to name her kit after herself, it was almost like the queen thought she was from Prideclan- it seemed like something only that clan would do- but Wetpool never said anything about it out loud.

Anyways, Tightkit was approaching Wetpool's second oldest kit, the tom who was a dark grey tabby like his father. The queen swept her son closer to her again so he wouldn't be disturbed by the older kits, but she allowed herself a chance to glance at his manhood, which was going to be long and wide, she could tell. Just like his father's... Well, Clawthrust had to be good for something. Wetpool had named him Stormkit, because his dark blue eyes reminded her of the sky before a storm.

Her final kit had finished feeding and was mewling pitifully where she lay close to her stomach. This she-kit she had named Echokit, and the femme was a pretty light-silver tabby, with the lightest ice-blue eyes you would have ever seen. She was pretty, but not dazzling like Cherrykit, and her core was tight, but not as cute as Cherrypaw's. The doting queen still thought she was just darling all the same.

"Oh, they are just adorable!" Tighthollow repeated, much to Wetpool's annoyance. But the queen had to admit that Tighthollow was right- her kits were adorable! Wetpool looked at her three newborns fondly, protectively curling her tail around them.

I just can't wait till they're old enough to mate!

"Ooh! Stop Stormkit," Echokit squeaked weakly, barely loud enough for her brother to hear her, let alone stop. "I don't like it."

Echokit was laying in front of her brother on her stomach, tail lifted out of the way as he brother lay behind her, tongue snaking in between the lips of her core and lapping up the clear juices that were leaking out of it. The she-kit wriggled uncomfortably, quietly squeaking for her brother to stop licking her. Cherrykit always seemed to love it when Stormkit licked her out, but Echokit found that he did it way too rough. In fact, she hated whenever any of the kits tried to engage in erotic play with her. Thrustkit was always trying to pin her and lick her pussy, and Wetpool was always encouraging her to suck the toms' members or grind her core with another she-kit's.

"Stop, Stormkit," moaned Echokit again, wishing he would stop getting his tongue so deep in her.

From somewhere behind her, Cherrykit sighed heavily. "Let him lick me, mother!" the pretty kit complained. "I love how he licks me!"

Wetpool sighed and held her back, watching Echokit disdainfully as Stormkit licked her. "No, Cherrykit. Your sister needs to learn to like erotic play if she's going to be a proper Lustclanner." Noticing how upset her kit got at this, the queen turned to look at her. "Not everyone can be as erotic as you, my sweet. If you want, I can lick your pussy."

"No, let Stormkit lick her!" Echokit piped up, eager to get away. "I'm done, and Cherrykit likes it better than I do!"

Cherrykit turned her head sharply to Wetpool. "Pllllleeeease, mother! She doesn't like it and I love how he licks me!"

There was a long pause as the kits waited for her answer, Stormkit still licking Echokit's core, and finally Wetpool sighed. "Alright. But next time you are going to let him lick you till you cum, Echokit. Go on, Cherrykit!"

The ginger she-kit squealed with happiness as her sister quickly struggled away from Stormkit's lapping tongue.

"Yay! C'mon, Stormkit!" Cherrykit yowled excitedly as she flopped down in front of her brother, on her back, legs spread wide to reveal a wet, sexy pink core. "I'll suck your member after I cum!"

"Mmph! Mmm! Oh! Stormkit!"

Wetpool was watching her kits from nearby approvingly, delighted by how Stormkit was mounting Cherrykit and thrusting his adorable kitten erection into his sister's core, as fast and hard as he possibly could. Both of the kits eyes were glazed with pleasure, and Cherrykit was sexily thrusting her hips back into her brother's member, just as Wetpool had instructed. Her kits were doing so well at their first time of intercourse; the queen's eyes were glowing. "Control your thrusts just a little more, Stormkit darling. No, don't slow down, just mate your sister like you mean it." Cherrypaw responded with a loud purr and bucked her hips back harder, and Wetpool knew Stormkit had reached her g-spot. "That's good, Cherrykit, but moan a little bit louder, make it sexier."

Shadowsong observed from nearby, the jealousy in her eyes hidden by a disapproving frown. "I don't know why you encourage them like that, Wetpool. Kits are supposed to pop their cherry at apprenticehood. My kits waited until then."

Wetpool just turned a fake smile on the queen, who was very close to having her second litter of kits. They were probably due any day now. "Well, I guess my kits are just more advanced than yours."

Shadowsong just grunted and turned away, huffing disapprovingly. "I still say it shouldn't be done."

Wetpool ignored her and turned back to watch her kits mate, whom she could tell were getting close to orgasming. Further away, Echokit was trying not to be noticed. "Echokit!" Wetpool called her over sharply. "Don't just sit there dawdling while your siblings are advancing their sexual knowledge. Come on, you can mate with me awhile."

Echokit glanced around nervously, searching for an escape. Finally she offered the excuse, "B-but I'm not wet, mother!"

Wetpool rolled her eyes and beckoned the kit over impatiently, pushing the kit onto her back when she came over. "That's fine. Lay still and spread your legs, darling." Then the mother began to lick her daughter's core expertly in an attempt to get her wet so they could grind together, Wetpool's eyes still trained upward to watch her other kits mate.

Wetpool would occasionally pause in licking to give her son and daughter a tip on their mating or form, but overall she just continued to lick Echokit's core until she was dripping wet, the kit wriggling uncomfortably but softly moaning with pleasure at the same time. As Cherrykit and Stormkit began to bang more intensely, Wetpool shifted around so she was on top of her daughter, grinding their pussies together as she greedily watched her other two kits mate.

Wetpool came just before Cherrykit and Stormkit did, grinding herself intensely into her daughter's pussy and moaning with pleasure as she watched Stormkit ram his dick into Cherrykit, both of them moaning with lust and pleasure. Then brother and sister came, Stormkit releasing a huge amount of cum into his sister, and Cherrykit yowling loudly as she squirted around him. "OHohOHohOHohOH, STORMKIT!"

Once Wetpool had calmed from her orgasm, she walked away from Echokit, completely ignoring the kit who had not even orgasmed, and licked Cherrykit and Stormkit over the ears. "Good job, my little darlings," she purred loudly, licking their heads as Stormkit pulled out of his sister, a long line of sticky cum leading from his member to her core. "That was your first penetrative orgasm. I'm so proud of you two! Cherrykit, I can't believe you can squirt like that! And Stormkit, I've never seen so much cum! You're going to a natural mater, just like your father! I'm so proud!"

From behind them, Echokit got to her paws and walked back to her nest, relieved it was over.

Wetpool was beaming. "You will be the most talented apprentices in the clan! No, in the whole forest!"