With a small gasp, Dovewing had risen from her unconscious state. She felt like an elder, with their porcelain bones aching in the damp, wintry temperature of leaf-bare. What hurt most of all were her genitals.
Despite her pains, Dovewing thought she was still buried into her moss nest, next to her sister below the opaque walls of the warriors' den in the ThunderClan camp. That it was just another morning in the forest and she was one of the first to arise for morning patrols. But the feeling of her tail hitting murky, wet grass as she swept it across the ground, and the rare spots of moonlight around her in the open air told her this was reality. Everything came back to her. The toms. Ivypool. The meeting. The Dark Forest. The fainting. The rape.
The rape. As Whitewing described, being forced would feel absolutely horrid, but for someone who had never experienced it, she didn't know. Dovewing had gone through it and she felt much worse than only 'horrid.' More like traumatized as she curled herself up into a tight, tight ball to keep herself warm from the sudden and endless chill that went through her body. Suddenly it felt like it was colder than it originally was in the Place of No Stars.
She wanted to scream. To cry. To be lost in an interrupted sleep for moons. To just be a kit again curled up at her mother's belly, safe of any harm and safe of any toms out to freely take her innocence without a fight. Before she could do any of that, though, she knew she had to find her way out of here without any of the prying eyes of any Dark Forest or any loyal members of this gloomy place spotted her trying to leave what they consider 'fun.' This was far from fun.
Uncoiling herself, the she-cat shakily got to her paws, leaving her grey fur a mess as she slowly elevated her body upward. She was sitting in a pretty small space, only big enough to fit about three cats. It was surrounded by bushes and behind her, what she was laying against, was the old stump of a tree.
She pushed her way through the leaves to see that there was a few dips to go down before you arrive at the original clearing, where all the other cats were hunched on top of each other, under each other, and in other, er, rather creative positions for mating. She couldn't believe the excited faces of most of those who where there. Though through the mass a felines female and male, she could only see a few unhappy faces as they were forced to be tools of other cats' desires, and Dovewing were certain there were much more very uncomfortable with this.
Others were defying the ones who tried to get with them, struggling and clawing, only to receive a blow harder for trying to escape, just like she had. Against the ground, stained with white and red, a couple of bodies even laid unmoving as others practically trampled them in order to find a new partner. Dovewing was disgusted. Cats were killed because they denied the Dark Forest residences and trainees' needs for sex?
To her horror, even the apprentices were being molested and raped, while a few of them had closed eyes and slightly parted mouths as a sign of delight as one or more cats with them had displayed their interesting tactics of mating onto them. They're way too young for that! she thought, but she didn't do anything about it. She didn't want to be killed - this would probably all be cleared up tomorrow, right? As much as she just wanted the sharpest of claws to impale her heart and end her life, she had to find Ivypool, who may be unhappy here too after experiencing that this thing wasn't all as it seemed, and immediatly find an exit.
Apart from the screaming she heard down below, pleasured moaning and gasps were heard behind her. There was a row of bushes both left and right. So what she had been waiting in was a small place for any cats that wanted privacy while they did it. Frustrated, Dovewing dashed down the dips to the main clearing. Was there no where at all in the Dark Forest where she wouldn't be reminded of what she had just experienced?
Discreetly she cowered down into the little protection a rotting tree stump provided her as her gaze anonymously searched throughout the crowd for her sister's grey and white coat. A crowd of cats hung around near the edge of the clearing, their lashing tails resembling a dog. Swiftly Dovewing dodged from tree stump to tree stump to see what had drawn so much attention from the Dark Forest cats.
Felines, male and female, were gathered around a tree with gnarled roots and branches. Timidly pushing her way forward to see, Dovewing nearly choked on her own saliva. Laying on her back against the bark of the tree was Ivypool, pleasuring herself as the surrounding cats stared, clearly aroused.
As much as she wanted to look away, Dovewing didn't. Ivypool didn't notice her with her eyes closed and her paw stroking fiercely against her core, her paw damp with her own juices and her muzzle stretched into a pleased smile. Dovewing finally had the decency to back away, feeling more ill than ever. She couldn't confront her sister in that crowd, and there was absolutely no way at all she was waiting around until her sister had finished being molested by the crowd. Her head flew in each direction in an attempt to find what would seem to be an exit.
Yet something behind her had snatched her tail between what seemed to be sharp teeth and yanked her away. Most of her power already wiped out from the past events of this whole occasion, Dovewing could only sink her claws into the dirt and climb out of the creature's grip in a fruitless effort.
Before she knew it she was being dragged between two bushes and her attacker finally released their grip. Quickly turning over she came face to face with yellow eyes and a broad face covered in grey fur. This tom was definitely older than her, seemingly a senior warrior of his own Clan, yet his chiseled features showed that he had a long life of serving his Clan as a warrior ahead of him before he'd retire.
He seemed too much in a hurry to even utter a single word, because almost as soon as Dovewing turned, her pounced upon her, forcing her onto her back and spreading her legs apart.
Instinctively Dovewing seemed to have regained enough energy to begin to twist and turn and thrash and wail, just like before. "Nooo!" she screamed. "I don't want to do this again!"Claws ejected, she began to freely lash out without any regards to what she hit, and unfortunately the only thing that met her claws was air.
With his own claws unsheathed, the tom sent a hard paw slamming against her jaw to shut her up before returning them to her shoulders to hold down her flailing arms. "Be quiet and stay still," he hissed coldly.
Being the weaker cat in the situation, Dovewing could only comply obediently, sniffling and letting out occasional sobs. The tom lowered himself, and something solid pressed against the flesh of her core.
"You!" spoke a bold yet feminine voice. The tom's concentration was broken as he looked up. Dovewing craned her neck to see who had interrupted. She saw no one, yet that voice was definitely familiar.
"If you don't mind," said the tom, "we're a little busy."
"Get off of her," said the newcomer. "You're lucky to have been found out so quickly. Tigerstar, before you decided to grab her and run off, had especially requested her to present herself to him so he may try her himself. And he's not too keen to wait because some other tom wanted to take the one he had claimed first."
The tom didn't budge. Dovewing internally cringed. Even she'd be fine with having this tom instead of someone as rough as Tigerstar. Between three orifices being invaded at the same time by Dark Forest tom and the yours truly Dark Forest ruler, guess which of them she'd choose.
"Did you hear me?" Spoke the female. "I hope you are smart enough to prefer your life than thirty seconds of pleasure with instant death right after."
The tom was still reluctant. With a glare in his yellow eyes, he stepped off of Dovewing, and the ThunderClan warrior heard the rustle of leaves on the bushes as the male brushed his way out of the vegetation.
The least Dovewing could do was turn around and face her savior. No, not her savior. She was taking her to Tigerstar. The pelt of the newcomer was immediately recognizable. With strength suddenly arising in her bones, Dovewing practically flew herself onto Ivypool, toppling her over in the process and roughly rubbed her head against her sister's chest. The masturbation by the tree? Well, outta sight, outta mind. Dovewing had more important matters to worry about.
The siblings regain their paws, and Ivypool was the first to speak. "Dovewing, I-"
"Apologize later!" Interrupted Dovewing. "We need to get out here." Ivypool looked on cluelessly, and stubbornly Dovewing returned her expression with an impatient one, kneading her grey paws against the marshy floor. "You've gotta know if there are any exits out of here, right? We need to go quickly and quietly."
"There is no exit." Ivypool answered simply. Right there and then, Dovewing swore she could've just fainted. "Then how did you get out of this place every night!"
"I just...wake up," came another effortless reply.
"We don't have time to wake up!" shouted a frustrated Dovewing, only then remembering to bring her voice down. "We both need to get out of here as soon as possible! They'll force themselves on us! They'll kill us! They might even punish us in front of the rest of these Clan cats! I can't believe you brought me here. This has been horrible." Dovewing's voice began to falter into a soft cry. "These three toms raped me, there's all these dead bodies lying everywhere, and,"-Dovewing once again found her head laying into her sister's chest, her tears making the white fur damp-"I just wanna go home, Ivypool, forget all of this."
Ivypool sat silently, wrapping her tail around her sniveling, trembling disaster of a sister and gently rested her head on top of Dovewing's, hushing her cries like a mother would do to a frightened kit. At that moment the entire world was blocked out as Dovewing embraced Ivypool's comfort. They stayed that way for a while, until all of the screams and cries and moans from below hit her ears again, along with Ivypool's voice. "But I don't want to leave yet."
Raising her head, Dovewing looked right into the emotionless eyes of her sister, that stared right back. "But...why not? You hate this place as much as I do."
"Not right now," Ivypool admitted. "I'm actually enjoying this."
The expression on Dovewing's face was absolutely priceless to the warrior. "But-"
"I know you saw me against that tree pleasuring myself against that tree." As if embarrassed, Dovewing ducked away. "To get away with your life, right?" she asked anxiously.
"No, because I truly wanted it. To be dominated," answered Ivypool. Dovewing couldn't help but be sickened by how shamelessly Ivypool spoke, as if she was proud of what she had done.
"And while you were out cold," Ivypool said mischievously, flicking Dovewing's rump with her tail. "To be the one who dominated."
Dovewing began to back away, yet Ivypool only pushed after her. "And there's something else I would like to do before we must go too. Something that I have wanted to do for a long time." A hazy look clouded her gaze. "And what is that?" questioned Dovewing, feeling a twinge of fear.
immediately Ivypool pounced, pinning her sister onto the cold ground. Dovewing put two and two together to find out just what was about to go down. Rings of white surrounded her irises, and the poor she-cat began to vibrate in fear under her attacker.
"Ivypool, no! We're sisters! I don't wanna do this anymore!" It was clear who was the strongest out of the two siblings, as the rape, the struggling, and gaining her conciousness so soon before the current event taking place took its toll on Dovewing as her wriggling and screaming proved to be ineffectual under Ivypool's weight.
Ivypool refused to listen. Refused to give up this horrible joke. Refused to get off her sibling and find a way out. "This is something I want to do, though," she replied smugly, leaning down so her whiskers brushed her sister's face. "And in only a second, something you'll be begging me to do again in the future."
All begs and sobs fell on deaf ears as the licentious Ivypool wasted no time moving down and settling her muzzle between Dovewing's hind legs. Her paws held down Dovewing's midsection, her claws threatening to pierce skin if her sister decided to be disobedient. Ivypool flicked out her sandpaper tongue, and made her first rasp across Dovewing's genitals a slow, sensual stroke.
Above, Dovewing uttered small whimpers and pathetic pleas. Ivypool dove in for another lick. Then another. She then began to quickly flick her tongue across her core, and Dovewing's left leg kicked ever so slightly in her rhythm.
It came to Ivypool's attention that Dovewing had now grown completely quiet - deciding to give her what she wanted. She couldn't help but frown. She didn't want more rounds of fruitless whining and sobbing; but she would prefer to hear Dovewing's mumbles and moans of arousal than her silence.
Ivypool mischievously traced around Dovewing's vulva with the tip of her tongue, and without warning plunged into her sister's warm folds. Out of the screaming and howling in the background, Ivypool made out Dovewing's miserable yelp as she was penetrated. Immediatly Ivypool thrust her tongue in and out of Dovewing despite of her sister's whimpers and yelps.
Ivypool's giggle sent another uncomfortable wave up Dovewing. Ivypool's thrusting got faster and faster, and much to Ivypool's satisfaction, there was a distinct taste starting to flow into her mouth. Albeit thin and slowly, but definitely what she thought it was.
"I knew it," she snickered, and pulled her tongue away from her sister's pearl. "You are enjoying this."
Dovewing quickly shook her head in denial.
"How wet you are now says otherwise, dear sibling." Once again, she lowered her head and plunged her tongue deep into Dovewing, and another yelp erupted from the victim. Ivypool ignored her cries once more, and soon had a rhythmic pumping inside of her sister.
With almost each thrust she got deeper and deeper, until there was a cry from Dovewing followed by a shambolic spray of white shooting into her mouth and on the side of her muzzle. Shamelessly she allowed the fluid to slide down her throat and swiped her sandpaper tongue to wipe away the last few stubborn flecks.
Chest heaving, Dovewing played a weak attempt at escaping by tiredly flailing her limbs. "That's it," she partly growled, partly cried. "You've had your fun, now let me go. Let's just get out of here!"
Ivypool gave her a derisive frown. "You and I both know that's not how mating works," she purred. Dovewing knew what would happen next.
Then it hit the grey she-cat that Ivypool couldn't deviate her actions any further. "That's still impossible," she shot back in a snarky tone. "Everybody knows toms can only make this possible!"
Ivypool moved closer to nuzzle Dovewing's face, to which her sister twitched and moved away in revulsion. "Like that's going to stop me," she replied in a smug, simple manner.
As soon as she felt Ivypool's grip fleeting from her flesh, Dovewing took this opportunity to push her off, only to fail and be pushed roughly back into the marshy floor. "Don't move again, and you will be getting hurt," the libertine threatened, and stared quizzically around the small area they stood. Something caught her eye, and Ivypool, without a word, left her sister for her own unknown attention.
Despite Ivypool's intimidation, Dovewing rolled over onto her stomach, and gave each of her limbs a stretch. She cringed as a hind paw landed in something warm and sticky; juices she knew all too well about.
She stared at the ground, miserably. What had gotten into her sister. The one she had grown up with? Turns out that all this time her closest kin had some sick, immoral fetish to mate with her. What's next? Her mother? Her father? Even the thought of either of them hit Dovewing hard with repugnance.
Dovewing looked over her shoulder to the exit through the bushes. As Ivypool fiddled with her own problems near a bush in the corner, Dovewing took the chance to slyly creep forward. She'd find a way out on her own. Just a few more steps...
"Just where do you think you're going now?"
With a very visible flinch, Dovewing stopped in her tracks, yet she didn't turn to face her sister. Ivypool, who seemed to finally release her hidden incestrious nefarious being, was sure to keep her promise in Dovewing's eyes. Maybe even kill her.
A yelp escaped her throat as teeth sunk into her tail and dragged her back into the middle of the cramped area. "Turn around," she ordered.
Slowly Dovewing turned her head. There was nothing about Ivypool that caught her eye at the moment, except what was beneath her. Through her legs, Dovewing made out a large stick attached to Ivypool's core, and a thin trail of clear liquid leaked down and formed into a small droplet at the stick's blunt cusp as it fell to the ground. And thus, the she-cat was left dumbfounded, mouth left agape and eyes wide in dismay and confusion.
"Told you it wouldn't stop me," Ivypool purred in a silky voice.
"No..." Dovewing whispered, almost inaudible among the cries and shrieks outside of the bushes. "Please, no..we're sisters!"
Dovewing was disgusted at how unabashed Ivypool was, as her sister only shrugged. "That has never stopped me either. This was my chance to do what I've wanted to do ever since I discovered mating from Whitewing. And now, no doubt I'm going to take what I want."
And with that, Ivypool pounced on top of her sister's back, forcing her to raised her lower half and sinking her claws into her pelt. Dovewing broke into incoherent sobs underneath her.
The stick already wet with her own natural lubricants, Ivypool wasted no time pushing into her sister's tailhole, and Dovewing's crying rose into a shriek. It was bigger than anything that had entered her that night. Her anus painfully expanded to accommodate the stick's girth. It was at least not as harsh as the pain she experienced when those toms tore through her hymen.
Ivypool began to feel around Dovewing's insides, attempting to make better work of sliding in and out of sister. The turbulence made Dovewing's stomach churn and her lower half to sting with pain, and incoherent moans escaped her lips with every prod.
It was a wonder to Ivypool that she'd have so much difficulty moving around after Dovewing's sodomizing. "Still tight after all you went through tonight?" she purred from above. "The makings of a true whore."
Tearfully, Dovewing could only reply. "I-I'm not a whore."
"I'm having a hard time believing that with all this leaking you're doing~" It was true. The amount of Dovewing's precum had increased as Ivypool felt around her inner walls.
The old rapist excuse. Dovewing was old enough an educated in this subject to know it was natural to leak during intercourse. I'm not a whore. I'm not a whore. I'm not-
"Enough talk." The stubborn chanting in Dovewing's mind ceased. She looked around her shoulder to see her sister suddenly rearing back. What she did not expect, was the sheer agony that crashed upon her like a wave as Ivypool thrusted forward like a bullet. She released another pained howl, though it was barely audible through the chorus of screams and shouts outside.
"Please, you don't have to continue! It's..it's incest!" Dovewing tried to reason with her sister. Ivypool refused. "Sharing blood doesn't stop me, or several other cats in the forest."
And that was it. Ivypool began to thrust once more, and this time the receiver tried to hold in her howls, complaints, and cries. There was no further actions she could take against her sister. Ivypool pushed the stick deeper into her sister's depths. Then slid out. It soon became a slow rhythm Ivypool happily picked up, a new coat of fluids encasing the stick with every stroke.
Despite the receiver's cries, Ivypool's hips grinded mercilessly against Dovewing's hind with every shot. Dovewing was once again left a powerless, blubbering mess as Ivypool forced the stick deeper into her rectum, moving both of them into a seductive, lustful rhythm with a messy chorus of Ivypool's groans on concentration and Dovewing's whimpering.
Dovewing wasn't the only one getting "pleasured." Each time she slid the stick inside her sister, the other end, attached to Ivypool, slid back into her too, pricking roughly at her walls. Not as much delight as she wanted, but just enough to satisfy herself along with the task at hand.
Much to her satisfaction Dovewing's slick walls were slick, and increased the friction between the two of them. "You're so amazing tight!" she purred hotly above Dovewing. "I sure hope we get to do this again!"
Dovewing only cried in replied. She never wanted a repeat of this day. Ever.
After a few more strokes, Ivypool instinctively predicted her climax was coming soon. Shakily, she hopped off of Dovewing.
Dovewing only had a split second to ponder over the sudden loss of weight before a strong paw flipped her over and she was laying on her back, legs open and genitals exposed and all. Soon Ivypool was on top of her, and the two of their sopping wet clits were grinding together furiously and creating plenty of friction.
"Momma's coming," Ivypool suddenly strained about above her sister, and bit at Dovewing's scruff as her claws dug deeper in Dovewing's limbs. And with a large heavy, the friction suddenly ceased and Dovewing's legs were covered in a warm, white liquid that spewed out of Ivypool's core. Dovewing was left to silently cry as Ivypool moaned through her fur. It was finally over.
That is, until Ivypool came to a sudden recognition. "You haven't come yet either, have you?" she asked, panting.
"Don't talk to me!" Dovewing quickly shot out. Ivypool shrugged. She lay over Dovewing, exhausted, but before her victim could take the advantage of her relaxation, her paws grew firm over her sisters as she summoned all the strength left in her to rub once again against Dovewing's own, Dovewing grunting and whimpering in unison at the sudden impact.
Her vocal puzzlement turned to cries as out of her core shot out her essence, landing in and around Ivypool's own vulva. The siblings were a mess, laying over each other and panting. Dovewing swore her vision began to blur, too...was she fainting again?
Dovewing woke out of her slumber abruptly to be woken up by the sharp bright lights of the outside. Dovewing nearly let out a cry of joy. She was back home! In the warriors den!
...yet why did she feel so violated? So pained in each orifice?
Turning her head, Dovewing came face to face with a smug Ivypool, a knowing smile on her face. The remembrants of reality came shocked Dovewing into shock, and the sight of her sister suddenly gave her a feeling of fear.
"Time to wake up." Ivypool slid out of her own nest, gave each limb a nice stretch, and leaned over to give Dovewing a long, seductive lick on her neck. "Patrols will be waiting~"
And with that, she left out of the den nonchalantly, which left Dovewing rigid in her own nest of moss and feathers in a emotional concoction of disgust, confusion, and horror.
I'm in my happy place, I'm in my happy place, I'm in my happy place...!
I feel so glad I finally finished this. Literally 9,657 words!
Also, as an important note, I will not be doing OC request. Sorry guys, but strictly warrior lemons. I have a better feel of the characters that way and can just write it out more simply.
I've also changed up the upcoming list since the last chapter.
Up Next:
Lionpaw x Cinderpaw - seemingly consensual
Tigerclaw x Bluestar - rape
Leaf x Crow - consensual
Dust x daughter (just gotta figure out which) - rape
Stormfur x Brooke - consensual
Just to warn you too, these might just come in different orders. Depends on which one I'm willing to finish. Anyways, I just hope you've enjoyed this lemon, and hope for you to review!