I've been trying to work on the single couple suggestion I got but it's been an uphill battle. In the meantime I decided I wanted to write a short lesbian smut. Which you'll find out shortly I'm pretty shitty at. This is a lot shorter than what I usually try for.

Enjoy some sisterly incest. :)

Contains:

-Female x Female

-Incest

Squirrelflight woke up to the press of her mate's pelt against her own as dim, grey light shone in through the warriors' den entrance. Looking around, she could tell she was one of the only to be awake. The sleeping forms of her clanmates surrounded her.

Eventually, she worked up the willpower to pull herself away from the warmth of Brambleclaw's pelt. The camp was empty of any sign of life. The few early risers were more than likely out hunting.

With no one to pass the time with her options were pretty limited. There was only one cat she knew would be up right now and still hanging around in camp. She shook her pelt to shake off the last bit of sleep that hung over her, and trotted towards the cave entrance.

The cool stone floor of the medicine cat den sent a shiver through her. Sure enough though, Leafpool was sitting and idly checking through her herbs. With a methodical paw, she sorted through the various leaves and berries. What ones were which, Squirrelflight would never have been able to even guess.

The sound of the vines parting was enough to grab Leafpool's attention. She perked up and looked toward Squirrelflight, surprised flitting across her face. It was quickly replaced with a smile.

"You scared me," she said and motioned with her tail to come sit down. Squirrelflight complied. "You're not usually up so early. I can give you an herb if you're having trouble sleeping."

Just the thought of herbs made Squirrelflight's stomach turn. "Ew. No, thanks. I think I'll pass on that one."

Leafpool's features lit up in amusement. "You are such a kit."

"Everyone hates the taste of those nasty herbs. It doesn't mean I'm a kit," Squirrelflight protested, "I bet even you don't like them."

"I have to work with them. They hardly bother me anymore." Leafpool turned her attention away from her herbs. "And you dodged the question. What are you doing up so early?"

"Brambleclaw," she said simply. "Some of the she-cats have gone into heat and it's made him really horny. He kept bugging me yesterday, so I decided to let him mate me a bit earlier than usual. You know how that stuff wipes me out."

Leafpool rolled her eyes. "Toms."

"Sometimes I wonder if they only think with their dick," Squirrelflight joked.

A purr rumbled through Leafpool. "It really seems that way. Brambleclaw isn't the only one affected by it. Some of the toms have been unbearable lately. I'm getting tired of all the passes they're making on me."

"You?" Squirrelflight sniffed the air curiously. A sultry smell was underlying the bitter scent of herbs, confirming her hunch. Its source was painfully obvious. "You're in heat?"

The fur visibly prickled along Leafpool's spine. "Yeah. It crept up on me a few days ago. I was meaning to go out and collect something to help stifle the scent but I just haven't gotten around to it."

"You could have said something to me, you know. I'm always willing to help you out."

Leafpool broke eye contact to focus back on her herbs. "It's not really a huge problem. I was going to go and get them today."

"Oh, dear StarClan." Squirrelflight let out a dramatic huff. "I've done this how many times now, and you're still acting weird about it? And you called me the kit."

There was a stretch of silence as Leafpool shuffled her paws."It's embarrassing," she muttered, her focus still on the ground.

"Everyone goes through heat." Squirrelflight laid her tail over the base of Leafpool's spine. She could feel the fur rise at the touch and then slowly settle back down. "And even medicine cats need help with it. It's really not that weird."

There was a pregnant pause before Leafpool looked back up to Squirrelflight. "Arlight. If you say so." Contradictory to her words, her face was plainly displaying her doubt.

A grin spread across Squirrelflight's face. "Good. Now, why don't you let me be a good sibling and help out my sister? Get on your back."

With a small nod, Leafpool took a few hesitant steps away from her herbs. With one last worried look to Squirrelflight she awkwardly rolled over onto her back to expose her belly. Her hind legs were spread wide to show off the pink, rosy pussy.

"Perfect," commented Squirrelflight before taking careful steps toward her. She drank in the potent scent of the swelling vagina. It was powerful enough now to swamp the usual herb-scent that took precedent.

Just the musk of her sister's pussy was enough to kick start her own arousal. A new hunger rose up in Squirrelflight, prompting her to settle herself down and nuzzle at Leafpool's pussy. It was hot to the touch and wetness was already gathering at the lips.

"You said just a couple of days?" Squirrelflight asked.

"It, ah, might've been a bit longer than that." Leafpool gasped as Squirrelflight prodded with her muzzle.

"That seems more likely." She swiped a tongue over the pink lips, the textured organ flitting over the plump clit briefly. Leafpool let out a guttural moan loud enough to echo in the empty den. The stimulation was enough to prompt more juices to leak out and coat the already wet vagina.

After a few more teasing licks and accompanying gasps, Squirrelflight gently took the sensitive nub into her mouth. Her teeth dug in enough to stimulate the clit without causing any pain as she ran her agile tongue over the head of it slowly and teasingly.

Muffled moans filled the small area as Squirrelflight put her skills to the test, twirling the nub in her mouth around and battering it with her skillful tongue. Leafpool began to whimper as her hips began to move and grind against Squirrelflight's mouth in clear desperation.

Pulling back, she began to lap at her leaking cunt instead. The salty juices sent lust bristling through Squirrelflight. She could feel her own cunt beginning to heat up and gather wetness as she lifted her tail up to let the cool wind blow against it.

Changing her tactics again, she dipped her tongue in between the lips, parting them as it made its way into her. The lips closed taut around the organ as it moved against the walls. In and out, in and out, she rubbed against the sensitive inner flesh. Leafpool let out another hot gasp, followed by a grunt as she tried to move in tandem with her sister.

"Oh, StarClan, yes," Leafpool whined, barely loud enough to make out. The reason was evident enough as her legs crossed over Squirrelflight's neck and pulled her in closer. The walls around her tongue went taut and with a long whimper, Leafpool released all over her sister's face.

She faithfully lapped up what liquid she could, her muzzle held tight to the convulsing pussy. The juices wet her muzzle and cheeks as they sprayed from Leafpool. When the orgasm subsided, her legs fell away letting Squirrelflight pull back. The salty taste stained her tongue and spiked her lust.

"You didn't last very long," teased Squirrelflight, swiping her tongue around her muzzle to catch more of her sister's cum.

"It's been a while." Leafpool's chest rose and fell with her ragged breathing. "And you didn't give me much of a chance."

"Well don't think we're done yet." She stood up and positioned herself face-to-face with Leafpool. "You ready?"

"Please," Leafpool breathed, squirming against the ground in anticipation.

Lowering her hips, Squirrelflight brought her own leaking pussy to settle against her sisters. A shiver ran up her spine as the hot flesh met, their sensitive nubs rubbing against each other. Both cunts were already slick and shiny with their respective juices, assisting greatly as they began to rub against each other.

Squirrelflight started out with slow humps, sliding their pussies together and reveling in the deliberate pace. Raw pleasure sparked up her spine with each push down into her sister. Her clit rubbed wonderfully against the slick pussy.

"You're so wet," Squirrelflight purred as she pressed harder into her sister. "You must really love it when your sister rubs against you."

"Yes, I do," Leafpool whispered, "Your pussy is hot." Her breath came in short pants as she desperately pushed her hips up against Squirrelflight's.

"Someone's eager. What happened to being so embarrassed?"

"I don't care anymore. Just, please, make me cum."

A cheeky grin spread across her face. "That's the spirit."

Squirrelflight's breathing began to pick up as she pressed harder against her. Leafpool grinded up against her, their hips pushing and rubbing together in a chaotic frenzy. Their nubs rubbed against each other's bodies in hot friction as they picked up their pace.

They were both grunting and moaning loudly, the outside world forgotten as all that mattered was the heat and pleasure they were producing between them. Claws scraped against the stone floor as Squirrelflight pressed their bodies closer together, the two's hot breath swapping between them.

"You feel so fucking good," Squirrelflight grunted out.

"I love your hot, throbbing pussy," Leafpool whimpered, "Please, cum on me. I want to feel it." Leafpool reached up and licked at Squirrelflight's muzzle, who took the hint and opened her mouth to press their lips together. Their tongues lapped at each other in a craze for pleasure.

Their bellies were pressed tight, their juices matting down all the fur in the vicinity of their wildly thrusting privates. The pleasure mounted rapidly in Squirrelflight's stomach, but Leafpool was the first to reach her peak. Her moan was wet and muffled between their locked lips as her body spasmed and jerked wildly in euphoria.

In response, Squirrelflight's own pussy convulsed and began to spray its juices. The two continued to rub violently against each other as they rode out their respective orgasms. After a couple of seconds, they slowed their movements and broke apart. Squirrelflight rolled off of Leafpool, gulping for air.

She turned her head to look at her sister. "Better?"

Leafpool nodded, a dreamy smile stretched across her muzzle. "Much."

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