Dominance
#1 of Sibling Ribaldry
In the year 2145, the technologies had been achieved. Cybernetics, and biotech. The results were, of course predictable. Bioroids were commonplace, as were cyborgs. These tales focus on the inevitable development of bioroids and cyborgs to represent the fantasies of all otaku...three conclusions. The creation of gladiatorial combats; the creation of a burgeoning sex slave industry, hidden carefully from the government; and the realization that sooner or later the definitions of humanity would change....
Dominance
Sibling Ribaldry: Sashette & Locket
She stalked her prey silently, bushy tail waving slowly. Eyes of deep ruby sought the dull glow of her prey in the cool night air. Large ears flicked as she caught the sound of movement in the grass. Stilling herself, she watched the copse, and was rewarded with the radiance of her svelte prey moving into the quiet glade with deliberation.
Her prey was similar in build, only slightly taller and thinner; while she could not see actual color with her darkness induced infrared vision, she knew her prey was a lovely shade of pink, with violet eyes as deep as the ocean. The tail that split halfway down its length waved slowly in the night air, showing her prey's caution.
Steadying herself on the branch she watched her prey move into the clearing, knowing it was dependent on its psychic ability to determine danger and assault its own prey. The stalker, however, was not detectable by such means, and was in fact utterly immune to all such abilities. While she had no abilities of that nature herself the huntress was much more reliant on her speed and skill than most gladiatorial bioroids were. It was an advantage she used to the fullest as most bioroids became heavily dependent on their powers. Unfortunately is also meant she had little in the way of powers she could use other than her innate speed and very sharp natural weaponry, as well as the strength she had developed.
As her prey halted in the clearing, futilely throwing out psychic senses to locate her, she grinned and tensed carefully. It wouldn't do to alert her prey to its imminent doom. Then she leapt, bringing down the warm body in a tangle of paws, tails, nips, and squeals.
Once her sister was properly pinned the Umbreon began licking the soft velvet of the Espeon's facial fur, grooming the more delicately built creature gently. A soft humming sound, the Espeon equivalent of a purr, wafted from her sister. Keeping her sister pinned, the Umbreon continued to groom the lithe creature, long, lingering strokes of rough purple tongue sweeping the velveteen fur clean.
As the Umbreon continued her loving ministrations, her sister started to squirm, and an odd scent caught the night colored creature's attention. She lifted her head, sniffing carefully. It was an odd, musky scent, coming from her sister. She turned her head, looking for the source as her sister made a quizzical noise.
Placing one paw firmly about her sister's neck and the other firmly upon one muscular thigh, she held the Espeon down, sniffing the length of her body. Squirming, the Espeon made a high pitched whine, her desire to escape vocalized. The much stronger Umbreon held her fast, and finally located the source of her sister's strange scent.
The Espeon squealed in surprise as her sister's cool, wet nose touched a warm place, and spasmed. The violence of her reaction surprised the Umbreon enough to permit escape. The delicate creature turned over and started to scramble away on all fours, despite her humanoid build. The Umbreon pounced almost immediately and another struggle ensued. This one was far rougher, with the Umbreon excited by her prey's attempt to escape and the strange, interesting scent her sister was producing.
When the crimson eyed creature clamped her teeth over the confused Espeon's neck, she ceased struggling immediately. Chirruping in a placating manner she allowed herself to be pinned again, once more upon her back. The Umbreon was lying on top of her, one paw gripping her sister's - her prey's - wrists above her head, the other pressed to the soft mound of breast over her heart. A thigh pressed between the Espeon's legs pinned her tail to the ground as well, underneath the Umbreon's knee. The soft, thrumming growl was clearly a threat.
The Umbreon found the scent interesting, all the more so because it intensified as she threatened her sister. As she slowly lifted her fangs from her sister's invitingly tender throat, she began to lick the saliva slicked fur smooth once more. The chirrups gave way to that soothing hum, and the enticing, interesting scent grew stronger. As the Umbreon shifted her position a little to groom a large triangular ear, her sister made a strange noise, and moved in an odd manner against the Umbreon.
The Umbreon considered and experimentally moved again, this time aware of her body's, her breast's, her thigh's movement. The sharp points of her sister's nipples slid against her silken fur, her own breasts, and the pressure of her thigh against the delicate Espeon's parted legs brought another strange noise, almost a whine. A soft sort of caterwaul.
Curious now, the Umbreon released her sister's wrists, growling threateningly when her prey moved newly freed arms. The Espeon ceased moving immediately, and the dark furred huntress moved, straddling her sister's shoulders and firmly spreading the long, shapely legs apart. A soft whine and minute struggle ensued, but the superior position, mass, and strength of the Umbreon made the gesture futile.
Leaning forward, the Umbreon placed her nose against the source of that tantalizing, exciting scent. Her sister's shocked squeal and the accompanying struggle was something she was prepared for this time. The intensifying scent was not prepared for, however. It was musky and salty, a hint of something forbidden. The rough purple tongue darted out against the velvet furred slit, and another soft caterwaul ensued.
The taste wasn't unpleasant, but the reactions of her sister were even more interesting. The flush of heat to the Espeon's groin, white in the infra-red vision of the Umbreon, indicated something important. Another lick brought squirming movements and induced soft panting breaths. Only then did the Umbreon realize what was happening. Her delicate, psychic sister was in heat.
This put the Umbreon into a rather unusual situation. She wasn't male, but she was supposed to be dominant. If she released her sister without demonstrating her complete superiority she might have to reestablish dominance in a more violent manner later. In heat and obviously excited however, she was certain the Espeon would try to seek out a mate, and the Umbreon was supposed to keep her sister and the other three females safe.
Well, she'd already demonstrated she could hurt the pretty Espeon to prove dominance. She would prove her dominance through reward as well. Taking the Espeon's legs and using her elbows to lever them out caused a squeak of dismay from the lithe creature under her. A soft growl silenced her sister and prevented further struggle. Using her paws she opened the untouched femininity, and looked at the white hot flesh her fingertips exposed with great curiosity. A slow, deliberate stroke of her tongue along those exposed folds brought a soft caterwaul, and some sweetness was tasted as well.
Continuing the slow, deliberate tasting of her sister's heat, the Umbreon started trying new things - twisting her tongue, stroking the specific inner folds, running the length of her tongue along the slightly protuberant nub at the apex of her sister's wet slit. This last produced a reaction far out of proportion to the action, and she decided to concentrate on that for a moment.
The Espeon's pants and squirming movements only made the Umbreon work harder, tongue and delicate lips moving in earnest. With a sudden cry the svelte creature went into spasms, her delicate feminine places oozing hot liquids that the Umbreon took her time in cleaning. Each touch of tongue brought further spasms and cries from her overwhelmed sister. Not that any of her reactions stopped the Umbreon from finishing.
Finally the Espeon could take no more, and bit her unwittingly cruel sister. The impact of sharp fangs on the tendons of her inner thigh brought an instant and predictable response from the Umbreon. She bit her sister's wet, musky sex, driving her fangs into the tender folds and soft mons.
A scream erupted from the poor Espeon's throat, and she went limp, whimpering contritely in her agony. Only slowly did the Umbreon release her bite and the hum of relief and shivering of her sister pleased the dark furred huntress enough; she began to clean the wounds. Tiny jerks punctuated each stroke of tongue, pleasure and pain mingling. Finally satisfied, the Umbreon squirmed, sliding bodily over her sister and lying on top of her, nuzzling and lapping affectionately at ears and throat.
The Espeon reaches down to run her paws along her sister's body, twinned tails slowly twining about her sisters fluffy one. Nuzzling, she accepted her submissive stature, and wondered if she could make her sister prove it again.
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Xerxes