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The following is erotica. It is not intended as a deep storytelling piece. It contains under-aged characters, ferals, unbirth, lactation, exhibitionism, and messy rebirth. Some of these things may not be your cup of tea, so I recommend practicing reader discretion.

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Mooncatcher sidled up to the large rock she had been seeking for the last ten minutes. Thunderslash had finally moved her gigantic self off of the rock and had slinked off elsewhere. The young lion princess padded up to the rock and climbed onto it with surprising grace for her young age. She felt the rock with her paw and made a soft purr-like growl. It was deliciously warm from the sun and from the over-sized lioness who had previously been sunning upon it. Mooncatcher could have thrown the other cat off of the rock since she was a princess, and especially as the first-born, but she knew that a big cat like Thunderslash would make the rock even better to lounge on. Plus, she liked Thunderslash and would have hated to disturb her.

Spring was in the area, and the weather was warm and at a perfect humidity, with just a handful of puffy clouds navigating the blue skies overhead. The cub wriggled about on her back, her sides, and generally tumbled about before sprawling out on her tummy with a low moan. She let relaxation ooze into her aching skeletal structure. She let all tension release with a shudder and felt at peace in the late morning sun.

Mooncatcher was worn out from the morning's session of early battle training with her father... and the intense, incestuous sex that had followed. Apparently, her form was developing much to the King's liking, as her age and status as his daughter and Princess did very little to stem his desires. If anything, they seemed to further inflame them. Mooncatcher was far from complaining about the warm and fuzzy feelings his "desires" had left in her, however. That session of being pinned under his strong, confident, handsome form and being pumped by his large and expertly used tool left a happy bit of afterglow singing underneath her aches. She let her eyes close with a smile perking her lips. She drifted in and out of sleep for a few minutes with occasional twitches and fidgets. It was a joyful time for her. She felt very happy and extremely satisfied in many ways.

Her rest was not to be for long, though the interruption was not entirely unwelcome. She awoke to a tongue lashing at her face in an affectionate and grooming way. She rolled away and sleepily batted at whoever was bothering her. She brushed what she recognized as a mane and thought it might be her father. She then realized that it was a very small mane, and the lion who owned it was not big enough to be the King. She finally blinked her eyes open and brought them into focus. It was the white face of her younger sister, Blanktail. Her green eyes shimmered with excitement and energy. She reached out and pawed at Mooncatcher.

The older of the two sisters sat up and yawned widely while at the same time replying in a half-asleep voice, "I-I'm up, Blank. What's... what's up?" She blinked her eyes a few more times to focus them. Mooncatcher's sister was smaller than she was, and was just barely eight months younger. She was also becoming very pretty, however. Mooncatcher was a standard lion tawny color, albeit with strange elliptical silver markings on her back and on her head. That, and some silver spots on her snout, silver "eyebrows", and some dark brown highlights around her mouth and tail. There were also dark brown boomerangs on her knees. So, okay, Mooncatcher was not that conventional. Her sister was far from standard, either.

Blanktail was named so because her fur was the purest white any lion had seen on any cat. Her eyes were a startling amber (which was unusual for a white lioness). There were tiny black specks scattered down her spine and she had a mane developing. It was not known how big it would get, but the short yet scruffy fur growing around her neck extended far down her chest and a fair way up the back of her head. She was going to be smaller than Mooncatcher but was already showing a remarkable ability to run at an incredible speed. Blank's tail waved behind her. She looked full of energy, as always.

Mooncatcher watched her younger sister give a small squeak of happiness as her older sister finally awoke. She smirked as Blank exclaimed, "Sister! We should go hunting! I'm hungry and I'm bored and I want to hang out with you." Moon rolled her eyes slightly.

Blank had undergone battle training as well and had also been taken by their father. When Mooncatcher walked into the training area he was still atop her, just starting to finish. He had his cub-maker up to the hilt in his cub, and he was holding her her firmly against the ground in the way they both loved as she writhed in climax. Despite the obviously thorough session, she was ready for many more rounds of both sparring and screwing. Mooncatcher had remarkable sexual stamina and could extend her father's lovemaking sessions for an impressive length of time, but Blanktail was seemingly never spent. The older sister tapped her tail on the ground behind her and yawned again.

"Blank... you know Mother and Father don't want us hunting without an adult, right?"

Blank nodded quickly, "Yeah, but, I don't care. We won't go far, and we won't go for an elephant or rhino or something. Just... something small and weak and easy."

Moon glanced around. That did sound like fun. Battle training and sex were a good time but she had not been allowed to go on a hunt without an adult yet. Just the thought of it made her feel all... giddy and hyped up. She saw that the few lionesses around were either sleeping, eating, or otherwise engaged, and had not heard them. Her father had gone off to rest and find a drink and probably go another couple of rounds with their mother. She looked to her sister again, and put a lick on her forehead, "Okay. Sure. Why not? You had better watch your camouflage, though. You... really don't have any."

She grunted and twisted out of the way as Blanktail batted at her with a paw, "You're not much better! And you're bigger and harder to hide!" Mooncatcher smirked and swiped at her in return, catching her on the snout and making her squeak in surprise.

"Come on, you goofball. Let's find a snack, and quickly, before any adults go looking for us."

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They had sneaked off into the trees around the sunning area and had glided silently through the undergrowth, past a patrol party, and had skimmed the border of the kingdom. They finally reached the Eastern Savanna and broke out into a clearer area, with sparse groves of trees and waving grass. The terrain here consisted of gently rolling hills. The entrance to a little gully was visible off to one side. The two cubs chased a few shrews, some hares, and other small animals, but the cover was sparse and everything was far too alert from being under constant threat from a lion pride. They meandered across the country in search of a better opportunity than they were finding, starting to feel disappointment weighing down their hearts.

Moon sighed, with her shoulders sagging and her tail drooping. They had gone up along the ridges on either side of the gully, sniffing through the thick brush and hoping to find something. They hadn't. She started, "Maybe... we should turn back... I don't want anyone to miss us..." Blanktail suddenly perked up, glanced around, and pressed a paw to her sister's lips, silencing her. Mooncatcher squeaked and mewed and babbled something incomprehensible in protest. Then she stopped. She perked up as well and listened carefully. Hoof-steps.

Mooncatcher even felt the vibrations in the ground. She and Banktail crouched down low and crept into the underbrush, poking their snouts out of the undergrowth and peering down the slope at the source of all of the noise. The floor of the gully had a few trees and shrubs here and there, but it was mostly flat ground with thin yellow grass and patches of bare dirt.

Mooncatcher's eyes widened at who was occupying it, however. It was a small herd of zebras! They were strong and well-fed and beautiful. She let her eyes bask in the wandering kaleidoscope of black and white for a few seconds before she finally looked over her shoulder and whispered, "Blank! Come here!" Her pure white sister crept over to join her, with her warmth and soft fur brushing the tawny flank of her older sibling. She gasped softly as her sharp predatory eyes found the wandering herd. Her eyes became wide, and her tail brushed against Mooncatcher's as it swayed excitedly. She whispered, "They are so... out in the open! There's almost no cover! What are they thinking?"

That was a good question. There was next to no cover in the gully. Their camouflage was not effective in grass that short, and there was a lot of concealment to either side along the bordering ridges - like where the two cubs were crouching. It was a prime pouncing area. There was something very odd about the herd's behavior, but neither of them thought too deeply on it. It was probably an inexperienced alpha, or no one bothering to check down here for prey, so they thought they were safe. Something like that.

Mooncatcher breathed those thoughts aloud, "Maybe they're a new herd and they haven't been attacked yet." The Queen in question was obvious to pick out - she was at the head of the herd, a large mare with beautiful blue eyes and thick, extremely dark stripes. She didn't look young or inexperienced, but right now, the young ones were just thinking about the upcoming pounce. The two cubs swept their eyes across the herd to inspect the other members, perhaps two dozen in number, maybe a little less. Somewhere between fifteen and twenty, at least.

Her sister piped up in a choked and excited voice, "Who cares? They look tasty. And dumb. And fun to chase." Mooncatcher started as Blanktail stood up into a crouch and began to prowl forward. Mooncatcher reached out and grabbed her tail. She hissed, "What are you doing? You said low-risk prey! Those are zebras, they can smash your head!"

Blanktail glared at her and yanked her tail free, "Look at the one in the back. She has no idea what she is doing. She's staring at things and barely listening. Plus, she's straggling. We can take her down, easily. You've watched Mother take down a zebra... just snap their spines or bite out their throat, and they're done. The rest just run. No problems." She smiled a cute little smile. She was way too good at using "kitten eyes" to get her way.

Mooncatcher wearily eyed the mare in question. Her eyes were a deep chocolate brown, with thin but very erratic striping all up and down her body. She was fair in size compared to her Queen, but still much bigger than the two cubs. She sighed. She had a bad feeling about it, but her sister had convinced her... as long as one did not take a hoof to the head, zebras were easy to kill. Once past the initial terror of the attack and once firmly latched onto their neck, a zebra went down with ease. That's all she had to do. Get in, get her neck, and get out. She looked to the nearest zebras in relation to the mare they were targeting. A couple of stallions were within a worrying distance to her, but they were not paying much attention either.

She rubbed at her neck before saying, reluctantly, "Fine. Let's do it. You can go in and make her stumble, and I can come in and finish her off. You're way faster than me but I am bigger." Blanktail nodded with an obvious degree of impatience and launched out of the bush with a roar. Mooncatcher was stunned by her boldness for a brief second. Then her instincts and training came rushing back to her, and she launched after the white cub with a snarl. Of course, her sister had to announce their attack and couldn't at least pretend to be sneaky. Not like her fur color would let her stay stealthy for long, but it would have been nice to have a few more seconds before being detected.

Immediately following her roar, the zebras raised their heads and looked at the two cubs with pricked ears. Most of them bolted, predictably, but the mare stood and stared at them. As the herd stampeded away in a cacophony of thundering hooves and braying, she looked as if she were stupefied by the attack - a rather odd gesture from a prey animal staring down death. Mooncatcher felt the fire flare in her chest and saw her vision narrow and focus in on the animal she was going after. Blanktail soon pulled far ahead of the first born with her white form zipping across the landscape like some kind of spirit. For once Mooncatcher was jealous of her small size. She effortlessly changed course to head off the zebra once she did bolt. Why it took her so long was a mystery. Neither of the two young princesses was paying any further attention to the rest of the herd. Mooncatcher took far longer to make the course change to compensate and her sister widened the distance even further. Her muscles burned and her paws dug up the grass as she sped across the earth.

It was not long before they were upon the mare, with Blanktail in the lead. Mooncatcher watched the mare's hooves and hips closely as her sister made the final approach. She dodged the first kick and swept deftly to one side, but the mare was apparently smarter than they had thought. That and Blanktail made a mistake. Her other hoof was waiting and it bunted Blanktail in the chest. She snarled and yowled angrily as she went tumbling into the dirt. Neither of them had noticed that the mare was leading them into a kind of recess in the gully walls. It was not a full-strength kick or else it would have sent the other cub a lot further than it had, and at a greater speed. Nonetheless, Mooncatcher skidded and rolled to a halt, aborting the chase. She made a short dash back to her sister, who was lying prone in the dust and grass. She panted as she padded up to the white form. Mooncatcher gasped, "B-Blank! Are you... are you alright?"

Blank did not answer. She was looking at something and was too infatuated to answer. Mooncatcher prodded at her and sniffed her. There was no blood, and she appeared to be in perfect health. All the hoof had done was leave a dirt mark under her neck, between her legs. Mooncatcher sat down and looked up to see what her sister was staring it. She gasped at what she saw. They were backed into a divot in the gully walls with the rest of the zebra herd ringing them in. Both of the cubs had failed to notice the group of striped equines surrounding them as the mare was chased. She had paused in her escape only to let the rest of her herd make the necessary maneuvers to initiate the tactic. It was extremely clever and Mooncatcher felt an extreme amount of anger welling in her chest. She couldn't believe she had allowed this! She looked around for an exit.

There was the steep walls around them, which were either impossible to scale or would slow them down enough to let them be caught by the zebras. Trying to burst through the zebra lines would be running a gauntlet of deadly hooves. Her head sagged in dejection. Her eyes met with Blanktail's, and then their eyes met the eyes of the zebra Queen, who walked forward regally with her thick tail and mane flowing in the breeze. She was a very big mare with gleaming fur and rolling muscles. Even as lions the two young ones were intimidated. Moon's eyes flicked over to watch the mare they had chased coming around to stand by her side. The mares looked down at the two cubs with amusement. One of the cubs was frozen in fear, while Moon was baring her teeth and trying to look fierce while biting back tears.

The Queen came even closer and began to speak, "You two are foolish. No adults with you, and attacking the Protected Herd? What are your names? You cubs... look... familiar, for some reason." Mooncatcher heard Blanktail curse. Mooncatcher was already kicking herself. The Protected Herd was a pack of zebras that their mother, Queen Starclaw, had decreed protected from hunting. They assisted the lions with wars and border patrol, and in return, none of their members could be hunted and made into food.

Blanktail sat up in front of and to the side of her sister, "I am Blanktail, and this is Mooncatcher. We are the Princesses of Queen Starclaw and our Majesty King Grassfur. I am the second born, and she is the first born." The zebra Queen's eyes lit up with recognition and a little swish of her tail was visible.

"Ahh. Yes, the two princesses! You have become quite beautiful, the two of you. Extremely pretty. Excuse me for being rude, Blanktail, but I mistook you for a new prince for a moment."

"Not offended, your Majesty."

She dipped her head once in acknowledgment, "A relief. I am Queen Raincrier, and this pretty mare who you two tried to hunt down is Flamewailer. Perhaps an apology would be appropriate." The look they got from the Queen made it clear that was not a suggestion, but an order.

Mooncatcher let her head sag further in shame. She twisted Blanktail's tail in her own and squeezed it as a kind of reassuring gesture as she bit back tears. Blank looked downtrodden, but not near tears, as she said, "I am deeply sorry, Flamewailer."

Mooncatcher managed to meet her eyes, "As am I, Flamewailer. From the depths of my heart and my soul."

Flamewailer swished her mane and bowed with a bend of her right knee, "I am accepting of your apologies. It was a misunderstanding and I am not injured. Are you uninjured, Princess Blanktail?"

Blanktail nodded, "I am, madam."

Flamewailer made a satisfied nickering sound. She turned slightly as if preparing to return to the herd, only for the Queen to stop her with a flick of her tail, "Wait, Flamewailer. We should do something with these two."

Blanktail audibly gulped and Mooncatcher made a soft whimpering noise. Raincrier glanced at them with a soft and comforting gaze, then looked to her constituent, who had a curious look on her face. They conferred in soft whispers for an uncomfortable few seconds. Raincrier looked excited and Flamewailer began to look very eager for something. Finally, Raincrier raised her head and called, "Starprance! Cloudtear! Come here!" Two stallions made their way out of the herd of zebras. The equines stepped aside to let them through and watched them with something approaching jealousy. The two lion cubs glanced at one another and nuzzled each other in reassurance.

The stallion on the right, who was presumably the one named Starprance, had rather faded stripes. They were big and smooth with rounded edges and corners. His eyes were a bright icy blue. Cloudtear had a short tail and close-cropped mane with one green eye and one yellow eye. His stripes were well-defined and erratic in their pattern, with a moderate shade of black. They were nearly the same size-wise; noticeably smaller than the Queen, but nearly the same size as Flamewailer. They approached Raincrier, bowed, and then lifted their heads. Starprance asked, "How will we be of service, our Queen?"

Again she lowered her head and whispered to the two. They began to grin and glance at one another in an excited and boyish way. Once she was done whispering, the two stood. Mooncatcher leaned further onto Blanktail and let their cheeks rest against one another. There was a noise up on the ridges along the gully. The Queen looked at a certain spot, smiled faintly, and then looked to Cloudtear. "You, service me. Starprance, assist Firewailer."

She lifted her tail up and shifted it to one side, with her back end still pointed towards the herd. Firewailer lifted her tail straight up since it was shorter and thinner.

The two cubs blushed and shivered as they watched the stallions nose in underneath those tails and begin to eat out the females. It was an unexpected moment of lewdness. The Queen spread her legs out and wriggled her rear end as Cloudtear nosed up along her flank before lashing his tongue out and beginning to dig at her rear entrance. His sheath swelled and his cock began to emerge with his tail thrashing across his rump. Moonwatcher watched him, infatuated, as he practically worshiped his Queen's tail-hole. She nickered, panted, and gasped with practiced dignity, even if it was obvious she was enjoying it more than she let on. Starprance used broad, sweeping strokes of his tongue all along Firewailer's udder and snatch. She was a lot louder with brays, nickers, and all sorts of zebra noises. She pushed back against his tongue-strokes in a way Mooncatcher found most pleasing. Starprance shifted on his hooves and snorted with a deep swing of his tail as his own cock became erect and began to slide out of his sheath and hang beneath him.

While Moonwatcher stared at the scene, Blanktail was adoring the size of the males' endowments. Moonwatcher felt Blanktail shift and shiver and faintly scented her arousal. She glanced over and licked the white cub's cheek, giggling. Moonwatcher herself felt heat flaring in her loins. She dug her claws into the earth beneath her. It was a thrilling scene to watch, though Moon wondered why she had to watch it. It was far from punishment for them.

She got her answer soon enough as the Queen panted, "T-that's enough. Retrieve the older one, Moonwatcher. Starprancer, get the younger one, the white one, Blanktail. Be gentle, please. We aren't trying to hurt them."

The two cubs perked up. Blanktail then yelped and tried to huddle against her sister as the stallions approached them and went to either side of them, still fully erect and both still panting from their treatment of their mares. The older lion cub laid her ears back and bared her teeth in a snarl, protectively draping a foreleg over her sister. The stallion who was sent to retrieve her was not intimidated, however, and the eldest sister knew better than to try the patience of a kind Queen. Moonwatcher scrabbled at the ground and yowled in surprise and some fear as Cloudtear bent his head down, opened his maw, and grabbed her scruff with his blunt teeth. She only felt some pressure, plus the heat and wetness from his mouth.

She was dragged off her feet and lifted an uncomfortable distance off of the ground. She flailed and swatted at the air but Cloudtear had a very firm grip on her and a very strong neck. She heard more feline noises of protest and twisted to see Blanktail dangling from Starprance's mouth, with his dick still hanging fully erect underneath him and a grin on his face. She tried to look behind herself to see Cloudtear's expression, but she did not have the agility.

Her struggles finally stopped and she let herself dangle from his mouth as she was carried over to the zebra Queen. His hoof-steps bounced her and made her swing from his mouth, but she did not complain, beyond a few ticks of her tail and some soft growls; she lost sight of Starprance and her sister in the process. Out of her sight, the other stallion and his cub was not far behind. Cloudtear stopped in front of Raincrier. The Queen lowered her head to meet the cub's eyes. She had a gentle expression, and she spoke softly and sweetly, "I don't want you two to be hurt. I don't even think this will count as punishment," A brief pause, then an admittance; "I just wanted to take advantage of the situation." She glanced to Blanktail, "Maybe you two will enjoy it, and that is fine if you do. I hope you two do." Firewailer chuckled and the Queen smirked. She raised her head again and talked directly to the other mare.

"You are a loyal and wonderful subject, Firewailer, but I believe I as Queen ought to have the honor of carrying the first born, and of getting my foal first. Are you in agreement?"

Firewailer nodded, "Of course. Besides, that mane of Blanktail ought to be quite a sensation. And, she tried to eat me, so this will be some fun payback." They both looked at the fur that grew around Blank's neck. The cub in question blushed a bright red and sheepishly squirmed from being the center of attention.

Mooncatcher was more curious what this "punishment" was going to be, but she did not want to ask for fear of being rude. Raincrier gestured with her head and Moonwatcher was carried around the large mare, behind her curvaceous rear. In full view of the nearby herd, she once again lifted her tail and moved it out of the way.

Mooncatcher swallowed and blushed heavily as she saw how intensely wet the zebra mare's sex was. Her attention quickly shifted. It was nearly hypnotic how it winked open and closed to give glimpses of the wet crimson flesh within, and the sizable clit below. The various external structures of her snatch were thick and puffy and teardrop shaped. Saliva glistened on her thick tail-ring from the stallion's earlier ministrations. The structure was a far cry from her mother's and sister's tight and shapely leonine entrances, with which Moonwatcher was intimately familiar.

She began to pant as the arousal got to her. Her toes curled as they dangled underneath her and her tail tightened into a coil. Raincrier gently cooed, with was not pleasured note of anticipation, "Rump first, Cloudtear. Slow and easy." Why rump first? Mooncatcher assumed the Queen wanted her to service her with her tongue... it was going to be hard with her back end facing the mare.

With an impressive amount of finesse, the stallion who was carrying her turned to the side and twisted his neck. She grunted softly as his motions lifted her back end up and lowered her front half due to the strain on her neck and shoulders. She pawed at his head. He muttered, "Sorry... gimme a second..." He turned his head and slowly panned it to one side. She twitched as she felt her rump pressing against something warm, wet, slick, and fleshy. Heat rushed to both her cheeks, her chest, and her loins, and she felt how wet she herself was as her tail was pinned against her back end. Raincrier's snatch winked against her furry rump. It is so wet... oh, my goodness...Once she got over the amount of moisture she pondered, I still don't know what she wants from me. This is not a good position to rub on her. And my tail is stuck against my butt.

Cloudtear pushed the young feline against the Queen's winking sex. The princess let out an unsteady moan and a shiver as she felt the lips of the zebra spreading open with ease. She was being pushed into a zebra's pussy. A sex toy for a big, striped equine that was supposed to be prey. That is what she wanted from her. The sensation of the Queen's walls enveloping her, a sensation of heat, silkiness, wetness, and snugness, was beyond words. It set off starbursts of euphoria in the cub's brain. Soft noises of displaced liquids reached her ears, little squishes and slurps and other blush-worthy sounds. The mare's pheromones began to saturate her olfactory, causing her eyes to become glazed over. It was total nervous overload. The powerful muscles of the spacious equine tunnel squeezed and pulled on her like reverse contractions.

It was considerably more comfortable for the cub now as the pressure and odd angle of her neck was relieved, with enough of her nestled in the hot, fleshy cradle of the zebra Queen's pussy to support her weight. Her body shuddered again with sexual thrills at the strange yet incredibly erotic feeling of her back end spreading and entering Raincrier, going underneath her tail and between her legs, inside of her soaked and needy sex. The Queen moaned and nickered a bit louder than when she was being serviced orally, and her legs spread open wider. She also raised her rump a bit to optimize the angle at which Cloudtear inserted the princess. It was an amazing sensation and one she never got to experience. A couple of wild dog pups had vanished into her pussy before, but never a lion cub.

The innumerable number of nerve endings lining her vaginal walls let her sense every little bit of the young female she was taking between her flanks... the lithe form, the subtle squirms and fidgets, the soft fur, warm skin, twitching tail, silky paw pads... she felt as beautiful as she looked. Just thinking about what was getting pushed into her sex made Raincrier's heart race, and hearing the little princess growling and moaning her pleasure at her use was a cherry on top. A princess! It was not even a normal lion cub, but the first-born of the majestic Queen Starclaw. The panting equine looked up into the bushes on that certain spot and smiled, and a barely visible feline face smiled back.

Said lion cub's legs began to fold up underneath her, and Cloudtear deftly maneuvered his head so she could pull her legs in like she was crouching. She huffed appreciatively between heavy pants and grunted in surprise as he let go of her scruff. Instinctively, Mooncatcher grabbed his head with her paws, careful to keep her claws in.

He moved around to stand directly behind his Queen but still at a slight angle so the others could watch. He smiled reassuringly, a rather handsome and dashing smile, and let the lion cub savor the moment as progress briefly paused. The mare's thick pussy was spread around Mooncatcher's midriff, just ahead of her hips. The entrance continued its winking motions, rubbing Moon's belly with Raincrier's large clit and massaging her all around her slender and graceful body. She shivered and swung her tail rapidly from left to right within the mare's birth canal. Raincrier teased her with little squeezes and convulsions. She had excellent muscle control. It felt as if Mooncatcher had not even begun to strain how wide Raincrier could gape or how deep she was. This was no challenge, whatsoever. Just a bit of kinky indulgence for her, and also a thrilling new experience for the princess.

Moon was still amazed at just her how sloppy a mare pussy could be; intense mating pheromones wafted about her nose, and the part of her that was within Raincrier's snatch felt like she had just stepped out of a lake. There was a veritable waterfall of mare-cum drooling out around her body, and every once in a while if she squirmed or wriggled in the right way a small squirt of liquid splattered her fur. She glanced over her shoulder to survey the scene. She clenched her toes at what she saw.

Her lithe, young, tawny form, halfway sunk into the puffy, spread lips of a zebra, with everything soaked to dripping with the Queen's honey. Her, a lion princess, now at the mercy of an animal that was normally prey, being pushed into her pussy like a toy. Beyond the thrilling messiness, the texture around her was beyond words. Her walls were tighter at the front near her entrance and at the back, with the tunnel in the middle being a subtly yet delightfully textured sleeve of thick and fleshy muscles that rippled with gentle movements. It was an incredibly odd yet arousing scene, and one she wouldn't soon forget, and one she hoped to have more often. Her excited fidgets made the mare grunt and clench. It occurred to her she had no idea just how deep she would be going - but she wanted to be surprised. She could not see the Queen's face beyond her large rump but she heard the brays and whoops and soft noises of intense enjoyment.

Moon gasped, "Its... its so wet... and warm..."

The mare answered with a teasing brush of her tail, "Enjoying... it.... princess?"

The lion cub groaned, "Y-yes... this is... is so good... hfff..."

Raincrier giggled, "Its so wet... because you're such a good girl... you feel so good in my sex..." She caught her breath, "Keep... keep squirming and it'll get even messier~."

She lowered her head and nickered deeply to signal it was time to continue. Mooncatcher glanced forward and giggled as Cloudtear's broad forehead pressed to her own. He chuckled as well and gently pushed forward with his entire body. Mooncatcher groaned and grabbed tighter at his head as her body easily slid deeper into the mare's birth canal. He bobbed and moved his head to make her flanks and belly press into and stretch out the zebra's interior, as the lioness herself began to roll her hips and knead at the floor of her canal with her hind-paws. As the Queen began to snort louder and make louder braying sounds, even more fem-cum was produced, with a wet mess forming around her entrance where the lioness was being inserted, with fluid running down her body in rivulets and forming a puddle beneath them. Her walls also became more active with a riveting series of convulsions and twitches.

More and more of Moon's body was enveloped in a snug suspension of thick muscle, intense body heat, and enveloping slickness. She wriggled her body to settle into the tunnel and made the Queen nicker a little bit. Cloudtear steadily pushed onward. Mooncatcher glanced back again with a deep shiver as she saw the big rump of the mare approaching her shoulders, now a lot bigger, and with even more intense pheromones. The Queen panted, "T-that's... that's it, Cloudtear... I can take it from here." She said it in a teasing, amorous tone. Cloudtear stepped back and to the side with a satisfied smile.

He met her eyes for a moment as Mooncatcher reached behind her to brace her paws the zebra's haunches for support. Raincrier chuckled and again swished her tail to tease her. She glanced over and noticed Blanktail watching with a stunned, but a curious and simultaneously aroused face. Mooncatcher smiled to her. The oldest cub thought she might be as deep as she would go. She was already incredibly deep in mare rump... Then she felt the zebra tense up, and her muscle control really came into play. She looked back once more with a surprised yowl as a sort of reverse contraction rolled across the tight muscles that surrounded her lithe form and touched nearly every inch of her. A flood of fem-cum drenched her midriff as displaced liquids found an exit. She was firmly but steadily pulled inside by nothing more than the strength of those walls and their intensely gratifying massage. Mooncatcher let her forelegs fold up and against her belly with her paws out in front of her as her shoulders began to enter.

The cub's chest heaved and soft gasps of extreme but unsatisfied arousal started to force their way from her throat. She still had not hit the back wall of this mare's birth canal. She was incredibly deep and had not struggled to take a lion cub inside of her. The cub's shoulders squeezed together tightly but not painfully. Moon's ears bent over and her world was overtaken by the zebra's body heat as her neck was taken in, followed by her head. Then she stopped. Mooncatcher was fully vanished from the world between Raincrier's shapely flanks and hips, save for her face and her snout. Her hearing was muffled by the vaginal walls that snugged against her head, with little more than the various liquid noises of the mare's active snatch reaching her. The intense pheromones of arousal overwhelmed her sense of smell and blocked out nearly everything else. She shuffled around but found her movement heavily restricted. Her body was suspended and arrested by the Queen's sex. She panted hotly into the outside air as the heat of the equine's interior seeped into her own body.

Copious mare honey dribbled down her cheeks and her face. She glanced around with the limited range of vision she had. Raincrier briefly dipped her tail and smothered her face in it, giggling as she also squeezed Moon to tease her. Mooncatcher growled and squirmed more, meriting further pulses and contractions from the mare around her. The lioness started kneading the thick flesh beneath her paws with a satisfied rumble, savoring the thick and firm flesh that gently rippled beneath her toes. The mare brayed loudly and heavily squeezed her, forcing a grunt out of the cub and making her clench at the flesh beneath her. A gush of fluid forced its way past her head, as a rather pleasant consequence of that action. Mooncatcher more firmly kneaded and pressed with her paws while heaving with her legs to stretch out and rub the firm walls of her birth canal.

The Queen stamped a hoof and brayed loudly, near her orgasm from having just unbirthed a lion cub. She panted, "T-that's it... keep going... almost... there..." Mooncatcher nuzzled to either side, pressing her cheeks against the almost rubbery entrance of the zebra. She growled and rumbled to make her chest vibrate. She glanced up and giggled as Cloudtear nosed in under her tail and began a deep and sensual rim-job. She watched him digging his tongue into the thick ring, with his attentions bringing further shivers and twitches to the zebra's body and more muscular activity around the lion cub. She closed her eyes and kept kneading her vaginal floor like it was a bed she was about to settle into.

It was barely a minute more before the Queen swatted her tail at the air and squealed a loud bray. She shuddered and bucked her hips at the air as her muscles rolled in heavy contractions that took the lion cub's breath away. Fluids gushed and flowed from her snatch and absolutely drenched the cub's head and face. She closed her eyes and gasped as it felt like she was drowning in zebra nectar. All she could do was hang on and get air whenever she could pass the river of mare-cum.

The flow finally slowed down and stopped several seconds later. The zebra's tail sagged down to one side as she panted heavily. The lioness blinked her eyes open and sneezed due to having breathed in some of the Queen's mare-gasm. Tiredly, Raincrier chuckled. She squeezed her muscles around Mooncatcher and wiggled her hips a little. Cloudtear stepped back with a little smirk. Mooncatcher smiled at him, then glanced down and saw the large puddle that had formed between Raincrier's hooves.

Her progress remained stalled, with the dark muscles at the edges of her vision. She was allowed a few seconds to rest in her wet and muscled bed before Raincrier began to move, walking around and showing off the lion cub within her birth canal to the members of the herd, her tail raised and still out of the way. Mare-cum continued to dribble down her cheeks and soak into her fur. It felt like she had jumped into a raging river, at this point.

She finally looked over at her sister and saw Blanktail shuddering and fidgeting in Starprance's grasp. She looked very hot under the tail. The hoof-steps lightly jolted the lion princess in the zebra mare's elastic birth canal and made her grunt and grumble with the amazing sensations that merited, with still no satisfaction for her own saturated nether regions. Not to mention the swaying, graceful movement of her rump, which she felt all around her and could see at the edges of her peripheral vision. That was a lovely sight and made even better by her extremely naughty perspective. The mare nectar constantly dribbling and trickling down her entire body and snout was not much help, either. She thought that maybe now was when Raincrier would push her out and let her go, after some teasing and humiliation, of course. She had orgasmed, quite heavily, and had her fun. Mooncatcher wouldn't be of much more use, right?

Instead, Raincrier paused, now pointed away from the crowd. Mooncatcher saw Firewailer, Starprance, and her sister. Firewailer turned around and flagged her tail, showing off her own soaked snatch, which looked considerably tighter and not as puffy or baggy compared to her Queen. It was just as sloppy, however. There was some kind of delicious irony to the lion cub about to go into the pussy of the mare who she had targeted as prey. Firewailer looked over her shoulder, "Head first, please. I don't want to mess up her mane.... too much." She braced her hooves, "Think of this as a bit of payback."

Starprance lowered his head and set the cub down on her paws. She looked up at him curiously, then mrrrowr'd as his jaws came down just in front of her hips and grasped her that way. He gingerly lifted her up and held her in such a way to point her directly up the mare's back end. The younger lion cub panted in rasping gasps as she eyed the winking pussy in front of her. She knew exactly what was about to happen. The Queen backed up, further teasing the lion cub inside of her and also getting her closer so she could watch her sister go up a zebra's rump. As Blanktail was brought closer to Firewailer's back end, her paws reached up and placed themselves on Firewailer's voluminous rump. Her tail twitched and a soft giggle came from her at the rather adorable gesture. Mooncatcher grinned as her sister began to lick and lap at the zebra's sopping wet snatch once her snout was close enough. She looked like she was practically worshipping it, what with her eyes all hazed over and her maw drooling on the already soaked pussy.

Starprance's cock twitched and his own tail flicked. Firewailer grunted deeply and huffed loudly with a rear hoof lifting instinctively off of the ground. She looked over her shoulder with a surprised but pleased expression on her face. Starprance paused his maneuvering to let the cub get a good taste. He only resumed once Firewailer impatiently pushed her rear end towards the cub and nickered insistently. The licking felt nice but she wanted a pussy full of a lion cub. Blanktail squeezed her eyes shut and mewed cutely when her head was pressed against and, shortly thereafter, into the zebra's birth canal with a lewd squishing noise and a rush of displaced nectar. It ran in rivulets down her body and dampened her mane.

The mare's winking lips stretched and morphed according to the cub's form. Even from inside of a zebra's pussy Mooncatcher heard the squishing and sloshing sounds of insertion and saw the various fluids squishing out around her sister and dribbling down the mare's inner thighs and buttocks. It made her squirm harder and growl in sexual agony, a wonderful and yet also uncomfortable feeling, as she saw her sister being used as the sex toy for an equine who was normally prey. She saw the younger princess' paws spreading and squeezing the zebra's thick buttocks and how her hind legs kicked at the air. She was answered with a teasing squeeze and brush of the tail from the Queen. Even though she had already orgasmed, it was still a damp mess inside and outside of her sex.

The white cub's ears folded against her skull and her mane was further dampened and pressed against her skin as her entire head was taken into the mare's birth canal. The mare brayed loudly and stamped that raised hind hoof, panting, "Oh... oh goodness, I was right..." That soft and immaculately kept tuft rubbed her nerves in a way unlike anything she had quite experienced before. She herself had only ever unbirthed a leopard, and that cat, while adorably noisy and a lot of fun, did not have that mane. That, and she was not a princess. The royalty of a lion pride and her former hunter, enjoying being her prey's toy. It was thrilling to think about.

A sudden squirt of mare nectar came as Blank's mane stretched Firewailer widely and then slipped inside. The cub's front legs folded down and up against her underbelly while Skyprance bobbed and weaved his head about to work the younger cub into Firewailer's feminine folds. It was obvious from his efforts that this mare was tighter, even with the smaller cub. His brows furrowed and a few deep nickers came from him as he tried to be gentle, while at the same time stuffing the other mare full of lioness cub. He soon let go of her with his teeth and instead butted his forehead against her butt and pushed that way, getting a surprised nicker from the zebra and a sudden bout of struggling from the princess.

The striped mare shuddered and shuffled her hooves to brace herself against the insertion with her tail quivering and shaking above her rear end. Her lips winked wide and powerfully around the young cat, with her clit flashing into the air and rubbing against her belly, further stimulating the mare. Her nectar flowed freely out around her and made the mare's entrance a soggy mess. The white cub kicked at the air harmlessly and swung her tail to and fro, exposing her damp snatch and tight little back entrance to everyone, including her sister. Her various noises were inaudible from within the mare's tunnel. Once her shoulders slid in with a very nice amount of messy and sloppy noises, plus a gush of displaced fem-cum, Skyprance felt how wet the princess was and paused to lap at the cub's back end a few times.

Mooncatcher gasped a little and then grinned as she saw her younger sister squirm harder. There were moans and equine noises from the other mare because of the second born's squirming and fidgeting caused by Starprance's sudden affections. He only took a slight taste before putting his head against the younger cub's rear end again and beginning to push her further inside. Mooncatcher clenched her toes tightly and whipped her tail harder as she savored the view of her sister vanishing between the striped buttocks of a zebra, into the equine's accommodating sex, not even leaving a bulge or any exterior distortions to indicate her presence. Once he had pushed the cub in up to her hips, Starprance stepped aside. Firewailer, with her mouth open in a deep pant and occasional grunts or nickers leaving her throat, glanced over her shoulder with a smirk. The white cub struggled and wiggled. Mooncatcher gasped as she realized her sister was trying to pull herself in. From the concentration on Firewailer's face, her muscles were stopping her from advancing anymore.

Firewailer waggled her hips to tease the crowd and the cub's sister. She refused the young female entry into her depths. Mooncatcher was more taken by how brazen her sister was... she wanted to go deeper! She had no idea her sister would enjoy treatment like this. Mooncatcher certainly enjoyed this event, but she did not want to disturb the Queen and her plan. All of that squirming and shoving the white cub was doing was making a sloppy mess out of an already wet and squishy mare mound. The striped equine's nectar dribbled and drooled out around her body and dripped off of her tail and legs while starting to run in rivulets down the zebra's thighs.

Firewailer pulled her in before pushing her back out, continuing her rough treatment of the cub. Her orgasm was near, with her panting deepening and her eyes becoming wide. Starprance nosed in underneath her and started to swab her udder with his tongue. Within a minute that did the trick. Firewailer stamped her hoof and tossed her mane as a flood of her honey squirted and erupted around the cub. The white cub's legs kicked and flailed at the air until the flow finally slowed down and stopped. The liquids dripped heavily from her saturated fur and her tail weakly swayed beneath her.

Firewailer let herself and the young princess recover for a few moments. She then glanced back with a small smile. Firewailer's haunches squeezed together as the mare pulled her in with a tight squeeze of her vaginal muscles. A gush of suddenly displaced liquids that was like a bursting fruit resulted, furthering the impressive mess, and that wiggling white butt was slowly but surely pulled into the zebra's snatch. Mooncatcher felt her heart skip a beat as her sister's legs went straight out behind her with her tail above it. Her rear end vanished into the pink flesh. Her legs advanced, her tail vanished, and then her paws were hidden from the world. Her black paw pads were visible as the mare winked. They glistened with mare juice while rivulets of it ran down between her paw pads and strands of the lubricant connected the walls. On the next flash of the pink interior, there was no sign of the cub, just a messy mare pussy. No bulge, no distortions. She had vanished.

Firewailer lowered her tail fully and turned sideways on, showing off her completely unchanged form. She was still panting and huffing, but she managed to tease, "All gone." Mooncatcher groaned deeply. The Queen let her enjoy that sight for a few moments more before her tail dropped over her face. She then grunted and tensed up. An intense contraction rolled through her birth canal. Mooncatcher closed her eyes as the lubricated lips slipped wetly down over her face and then down her muzzle while she lowly moaned. The light vanished, followed soon thereafter by the air outside as her snatch slid closed.

She groaned softly as she was fully enveloped in a zebra's pussy. The relatively cool outside air kissed her lips and her nose once more as she got a glimpse of light as the mare winked. She saw her own snout with thick strings of zebra honey connecting it to the crimson walls that pulsed and squeezed around her, and then the lips closed, and there was darkness, with nothing but the heat, satiny texture, and completely and overwhelmingly slick fem-cum. There was also the humidity of the mare's interior and soft noises of displacing nectar and distant sounds of working organs reaching her, but nothing else. The exterior world was gone. She could faintly hear sounds from the exterior, but hardly make anything out. She felt the faint rising, falling, jolting, yawing and rolling of the mare's movement, but It was again a distant sensation.

In her disorientation, it took her a few moments to realize she was still being taken deeper, and that was why she no longer saw the light or got fresh air. After a few seconds of an immensely gratifying reverse birth, her rump finally pressed against a tight and tough back wall. This was an incredibly deep mare. The female's cervix opened up and admitted the lioness through a rather tight tunnel. It was a smooth-walled lock leading from her canal into the deep harbor of the mare's womb. This was way deeper than Mooncatcher expected to go, up into the Queen's foal chamber, where life formed and began. Now it was her prison, although this was an extremely luxurious treatment for a prisoner. Perhaps it was more of a guest room, for an honored royal visitor. She relaxed and let herself be conveyed through. This tunnel was only long enough to hold half of her length. She felt her back end moving into a hot and humid void, with her tail finally being freed. She swished it around to test the chamber. It brushed the top, sides, and bottom. The zebra, her mother, she supposed, grunted faintly in the outside world.

Mooncatcher again closed her eyes as her head slipped inside. The muscles made a few last clenches and tugs, and finally, gravity took over and dragged her into the womb. After many minutes of being unbirthed, she was at her final destination. She rolled and shifted until she was laying on her back, snuggled into the natural and motherly curve of the mare's uterus. Though she was a growing lioness cub, this mare's organs were built for fairly large zebra cubs. There was room overhead, and the floor sank pleasantly beneath her to conform to her shape. The walls were very thick and bore a spongy texture. They were slick with moisture but not as soaked and lubricating as her birth canal. She noticed that the cervix had fully sealed up behind her, and was barely even noticeable against the nape of her neck. She panted into the humid air but found there was some oxygen for her to breathe, though it would no doubt dwindle. There was the faint cacophony of the zebra's digestive tract and the even fainter noise of her lungs and heart. They sounded very distant in front of the lion cub, even though they occupied the same being that was now hosting her. It was a moment before she fully came back to her senses. She glanced around and pawed at the thick-walled organ. Mooncatcher reflected on the events of the day.

A forbidden hunting trip into the safe interior regions of the Kingdom had led to her and her sister being caught by a herd of zebras. She was afraid of the worst, of being killed, raped, or otherwise tortured. Instead, she had been treated royally, fully forgiven and granted this honor of acting as a foal for the Queen. She had ended up deep within a zebra, between her flanks, hanging in her body cavity in her life-forming uterus. She was deep underneath her striped fur, below her warm skin, beneath the thick muscle and fat that gave her strength and further warmth, far into her core, stashed safely and affectionately in her womb. She was even far from the rump where she had entered, tucked away out of sight. This is way better than any sunning rock. She moaned and shifted against the uterine walls. Just imagining the zebra from outside and herself lying in her foal-chamber was enough to bring a pulse of heat to her loins. Her paw soon found it's way down between her legs as her arousal returned in full force. She paused when she felt a tingling around her belly, down near her hips.

The tingling grew in intensity, continuing far past the point of being uncomfortable and soon growing into a sharp, stinging pain. She thrashed and roared into the hot chamber, barely managing to keep her claws in. After just a second or two, however, the agony was gone entirely. A deep peace settled over her, and she felt a ringing sensation of pleasure, a sort of constant security and feeling of affection towards her. She realized the source as the zebra around her. Her paw came up again. She started and gasped as she felt a thick, braided, fleshy protrusion coming out of her belly. It was spliced firmly into her tummy, moving her own skin when she tugged on it. She traced the sagging cord upwards and forwards, finding the umbilical cord firmly rooted in a placenta that had formed on the interior of her uterus. She studied the point of connection with her paw for a little bit, then sat back, realizing her organs had synchronized with the zebra's. The air also no longer bothered her, even though it was still and running low on oxygen. She was getting her oxygen from the mare, now. Her stomach also did not feel empty, and her aches and pains had faded to nearly nothing. Once the shock of being hooked to an umbilical wore off, she realized the womb was filling with some kind of liquid.

Mooncatcher squirmed and growled with a few feelings of panic as the onrush of liquid did not stop at a puddle. Then she realized that she no longer needed to breathe air, so it didn't matter if her head went under. Her breathing was just her lungs pushing oxygen-less air around. Her oxygen now came from the mare's lungs, through her blood, which flowed through the lion cub. So, she forced herself to calm down. Mooncatcher felt herself beginning to float as the organ was pressurized with amniotic fluid, and a sac formed around her. The fluid flowed into her lungs and filled her airways, but it was not at all unpleasant. It felt kind of nice, actually. Now she was floating, almost freed from gravity within the Queen.

She perked an ear as she felt an odd jolt through her "mother." Mooncatcher heard some nickering, some braying, and then she suddenly felt a burst of pleasure explode in her head. She tensed up and paddled her paws in the liquid. She humped at the air and swayed with the rocking motions of the mare as she felt a building storm of raw sexual pleasure. It was not her own pleasure, yet she was deeply enjoying it. It felt as if it enveloped her whole body. It was not pleasure ringing from her loins or other erogenous areas, like when her father took her. It was a whole-body washout of euphoria. She roared as she orgasmed, or rather, was caught up in the shockwave of the mare's orgasm.

Once her mind was able to function again and she had come down from the sexual high, she went limp with a heaving chest, freely floating in the equine womb. She realized after a few seconds that she had added her own liquids to the cocktail she was suspended in, but thankfully the uterus was filtering it out.

As Mooncatcher let all control fade from her muscles and savored the powerful feelings washing over her, feeling a kind of whole-body afterglow, she heard the Queen's voice in her mind.

Am I safe in assuming you have found your accommodations agreeable, Mooncatcher?

Mooncatcher frowned faintly and replied in her mind, Is that you, Raincrier?

Yes, it is. We can talk because our nervous systems are connected.

Mooncatcher smiled slightly in realization. She didn't notice her eyes had slid shut. She asked, tiredly, W-what just happened? It... felt like a full-bodied orgasm.

She heard an embarrassed chuckle, then, It was me cumming, little one. I let Cloudtear relieve himself, and me. I probably should have warned you about that. Again, connected nerves.

The princess was quiet for a few seconds, blushing hotly and coming to terms with what that explosion of pleasure was. She was liking this arrangement more and more. She asked her, So... what... happens now?

The zebra said, You relax and enjoy being my foal for a few days. Probably a little over a week.

Mooncatcher giggled as she shuffled just a little to settle in and get comfy, starting to feel a bit sleepy, Will... will I still be a lion?

She heard another giggle in her head, Of course. I would never steal someone's princess. You won't come out changed at all. Except for what I hope is a new pastime.

Mooncatcher thought for barely a moment, then said, I think so. That was... like nothing I've ever experienced. It was... amazing... that word doesn't even sound like enough to describe it.

The zebra mare hushed her with a soft noise in her mind, then said, Rest easy, little one. Your mother will know where you are, so you can just relax.

Do you know if my sister is okay?

Her reply came quickly, She is. She's settled in nicely. She'll be born a bit after you since you were born first with a lion as your mother.

Mooncatcher smirked at the attention to detail and relaxed completely as she was cradled in the liquid-filled womb of the herbivore. It was going to be a nice week. She drifted off to sleep, warm, safe, and secure.

Starclaw finally emerged from her hiding spot in the bushes nearby. She approached the Queen with a satisfied smile on her face. For birthing two odd looking cubs, Starclaw was mostly normal in her appearance. Her fur was a moderate shade of tawny, and she was reasonably sized if a little large. Her tail had a black ring about midway up its length, and her eyes were different colors. One was silver, and one was gold. Her paws were also black in color, leading to her name.

She sat down in front of the queen and chuckled, "I was hoping you would do something about their impudence, but I think that was a little more than I asked for."

The lion-bearing Queen Raincrier nickered and swished her mane in mock indignation. Starclaw glanced down at the spot where her first daughter would be stashed, then looked over at Firewailer, who was happily grazing, now eating for two. Her eyes met the zebra Queen's again as the mare said, "You don't sound all that displeased, your Majesty.

She raised a paw and acted as if she were inspecting her claws, but the zebra Queen saw how wet two of the toes were. She also still smelled faintly of her own pheromones She replied, in a half-successful attempt at sounding disinterested, "Oh, it wasn't too bad. I think it will suffice for telling them that they should not wander off alone in search of prey. Though they may wander off in search of a warm womb, now. How unfortunate." She ticked her tail at that last thought, "I might have to track them again to see what trouble they get themselves into."

Raincrier swished her tail, "You are a magnificent Queen, Starclaw. And a kind one. Will...?"

Starclaw put her paw down and giggled, "Keep them as long as you want, Raincrier. I heard your term, and I am very pleased with it."

The mare grinned, "I am delighted to hear it, your Majesty. You are welcome to come and watch their birth."

Starclaw dipped her head, "I look forward to it, certainly."

..........

A week and three days passed by as the zebras wandered about and lived their lives, with two of them carrying and nurturing the two princesses they carried in themselves. Mooncatcher and Blanktail both drifted in and out of unconsciousness without having to worry about even their basic bodily functions. They got to enjoy the sex, the romance, and the joy their "mothers" experienced. It was like being in an entirely different dimension, for them, with the only outside stimuli coming from their "mother". After eleven days, however, Queen Starcrier decided to let the two out.

She gave a little push and initiated her contractions. She grunted deeply and laid out on her side, with the herd surrounding her and watching intently. Starclaw and Grassfur watched as well, swaying their tails and staying quiet. Grassfur was a huge lion with a surprisingly sparse mane. It had occurred to him that his youngest daughter might have a bigger mane than his, which would be amusing. His fur was a light sandy color, and his eyes were a deep brown.

A lot of liquid gushed out of the Queen's snatch as the muscles inside began an intense squeezing motion. Her hooves scrabbled along the dirt as Mooncatcher was pushed gently out of the womb with the easy separation of the umbilical cord. The mare's presence in her own bodily functions faded, leaving her limp and simply enjoying her rebirth, albeit with a few protesting groans as she had to leave that comfortable chamber. Her "mother" snorted and grunted roughly as she pushed on her charge, gently expelling her from her deep confines. Mooncatcher was pulled and pushed along with the female's intense muscular motions, soaked in afterbirth and feminine nectar.

Her snout appeared at her entrance, and a big final push saw the lioness slip out of the mare in a rush of fluid exactly like a newborn foal. She was ensconced in the sac, laying limply with a vaguely pleased expression. She was unable to move enough to break the thin sac as it lay in a messy puddle of afterbirth. After a few joyous seconds of the afterglow, a stallion stepped up and snapped it with his teeth. She spilled out of the bag and onto the ground, panting deeply and blinking as her organs began to work on their own again. The cub regained her senses after a long few seconds. She opened her eyes for the first time in a week and shakily sat up, smiling at her parents and at the watching herd. She glanced over at a sharp braying sound and watched with a blush as the other mare who carried a cub went into labor.

She perked her ears to listen to the noises as she let her own senses come back to her. Firewailer laid out on her belly and flagged her tail high. Her body tensed and shuddered and strained noises rose from her throat as she went into labor. She saw the lips of the mare ripple and squeeze. A wet snout appeared, followed soon thereafter by her sister, cocooned in a similar sac, being reborn in a gush of afterbirth. She blushed deeply and stared at the newborn Blanktail until a stallion stepped forward and broke her bag. The white cub raised her head and blinked, smiling tiredly at her sister and then at their parents. Starclaw was grinning and swishing her tail while Grassfur tried in vain to hide his erection.

Mooncatcher giggled at them before frowning as her tummy rumbled. She looked around, then met the mare's eyes. Raincrier smiled at her, tired, but happily. She nodded to her thick udder, "Help yourself, little one~." The lion cub crawled forward and up unto the mare's belly, sprawling out and wrapping her lips around a thick teat. She began to suckle and take deep drinks, hungrily feasting on the thick and delicious mare milk that filled her maw. Raincrier sighed in satisfaction and relaxed underneath her, watching both her "foal" and the other "foal" nursing from their respective mothers. Their actual mother nuzzled her mate, the King, and licked his cheek. He grinned at her and licked her back. He was quite enjoying the cubs' antics so far.

It was likely that this would not the last time he watched another species give birth to his daughters. It was too much of a fun sight to let it happen just once. Starclaw nosed at him. She could tell what he was thinking by the look on his face. She giggled, and asked him, "What about rhinos?"

He shrugged, "May be fun to watch. Who knows? I need a few rounds with them first, though."

She rolled her eyes and licked his cheek, and then relaxed against her mate with a soft sigh, waiting for her cubs to fill their bellies.