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The leopardess sat back onto her haunches and let the energy build in her tensed muscles, her eyes reaching far up into the air, following the leaning spire. She waited until just the right moment before leaping upward, her paws clapping against the wood and her claws effortlessly digging into the knurled old bark. She yanked her lithe body up the trunk with those forelegs of hers and fell into the rhythm that had become a part of her over her several years of existence. Forelegs, torso, hind-legs. Up she went until she found herself way up high, above the yellow grass and the brush in the crotch of two thick, twisted branches.

The cat wasn't even panting as she strode forward with her head high and her tail following. Her sure paws effortlessly carried her along the tapering cantilever until she was near the end. It bent noticeably beneath her, but she held trust in this old tree. She knew it wouldn't drop her. She paused and lowered her rump, comfortably sitting on the smooth wood. It was always wonderful, being this far up. It felt like the clouds were within paw's reach, and the distant horizon within walking distance. She could look down on other scattered trees, down on other creatures milling about on the open plains, pondering if this was close to what a goddess felt looking down on the world. She could even look up to the very top of the Stone Tree, the tall mountain dominating this region, and pretend she could make it up there with one more leap. Only legends had ever made it, in reality.

The leopardess slowly settled down onto her belly, now, letting her legs drape over the side and her tail lazily hang. Even with the sun obscured by thick storm clouds, these plains were beautiful to admire. Her head settled onto her paws as she let her mind wander, thinking of things that had happened in the shadow of this very mountain, on this very grass. They were not always pleasant things, but not always bad things. Her ears twitched as there was a small rumble of thunder, and her body shifted faintly as the first drops of rain hit the branches above her and lightly moistened her with their fragments. None of it was unwelcome. Monsoon's blessings were never turned away.

She let her eyes slowly slide closed as the gentle harmony of the raindrops began to lure her towards the land of dreams. She was nearly departed on her journey when a particularly loud thunderclap awoke her. She blinked open her eyes and looked up at the sky through the canopy. Then there was a rather bright flash of light and an explosion of noise that made it sound like the whole sky was coming down. She found herself back in the crotch of the tree with her fur ruffled and her eyes wide. Her vision had washed out and was now a field of scattering starbursts.

Her senses slowly came back to her as her small heart slowed it's rapid drumbeat. She looked upwards, but saw no branches missing. She looked downwards, and saw that another tree nearby had most of its leaves burned away and several smaller branches missing, with their jagged stumps still steaming. Still her eyes traveled downwards until they met with another pair, these of a much brighter, more electric blue than her own. There was a small flicker of recognition followed by a bright strobe of sudden vividness as full identification of the other creature struck her. Even quicker than she ascended, she moved down, descending back to the realm of mortals. Gravity was an accomplice this time and she landed on the ground with a graceful bowing of her legs and dip of her tail.

She immediately dropped into a deep, sprawling bow in front of the goddess in silent reverence, keeping her tail low and her eyes downwards. She heard approaching paw-steps and could smell the goddess as she stood nearby. It was the scent of lightning, rain, the scent of life getting another chance to continue. The paw-steps stopped just in front of her, and the subtle scent had grown in strength. She was right in front of the smaller tree cat, and definitely gazing upon her. The goddess' powerful regard could be sensed even by tactility.

As much as it pained the leopardess, she remained in her pious posture, allowing the mighty deity to gaze upon her and sate her sight. After a few heartbeats had passed that felt like eons, a rumbling voice like distant thunderclaps murmured, "Rise, my heroine. You may relax." Slowly, the smaller cat rose from her posture and sat, albeit with her chin still respectfully dipped. Within, her heart was pounding once more, now with astonishment and wonder. Heroine?_Her_heroine? She gazed upon the goddess' face, peering into her fur, which matched the gloomy gray of the rain clouds overhead save for small, jagged white marks taking the place of tear marks, like two bolts of lightning arching from her eyes. The arboreal cat only partially saw, while in her mind she wondered silently if she had heard correctly, or if she was dreaming. Despite the color, the goddess' face was the typical square face of a lioness, but impressive in size. An equally massive paw brushed against the leopardess' chin and brought her eyes reluctantly upwards while a reverent shiver ran down her spine and her paws unconsciously clenched against the grass.

She was forced to meet the intense, lightning blue eyes, the eyes of the being that controlled the storms and the bolts of energy that destroyed trees in a flash and set fires that burned swathes of land. That same voice said, "Please, meet my gaze, Aeran. It is a privilege my heroes and heroines enjoy."

The leopardess attempted to remain steadfast but she could feel herself trembling, could feel her ears pinning, and could hear how ragged her breaths had become. She was frozen on the spot in the shadow of the goddess. A small, quietly amused smirk formed on the deity's lips. "You may speak as well. This is an informal meeting."

Finally, with a deep breath of bravery and a tight curling of her tail, she said, "H-heroine? M-Monsoon, your Majesty... w-what... does that mean?"

Monsoon's head tilted slightly and her brows furrowed subtly, as if this question confused her. She asked, "You were born with one of my strongest omens, correct?"

A nod. "Aeran. You are a heroine. My heroine, champion, whichever word you prefer." She furrowed her brows again as if she was in thought. "You know why I call you such a thing, correct?"

There was just a little nod from the leopardess as she finally realized what she was referring to. "T-that was not... not an act of heroism, your Majesty... just what needed to happen. The last chance for it. I happened to be the one to do it."

A sage nod. "That is what bravery is, isn't it?" She leaned in closer, "Doing what was necessary, with flagrant disregard to your own safety, and with total ignorance of the futility of the situation."

Aeran swallowed shyly and now found her own right fore-paw the most interesting thing to look at, examining it carefully. There was no bashfulness, no disbelief. Only soft warmth and a tight feeling coming from deep within. She only glanced up once the deity spoke again. Monsoon was laying regally on her stomach with her forelegs crossed casually. "I arrived too late to witness it myself... and I wish to hear the story from my champion. Will you indulge me?"

A small smile with pride shining through took shape on Aeran's lips. She settled down onto her stomach in front of the goddess and relaxed. She took a breath to calm her quivering nerves while Monsoon laid her head down, settling in with her eyes upon her new victor, eager to hear her retelling.

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How she longed for another voice. She shifted again on the smooth, hard stone and sighed dejectedly. There was no comfort to be had in here, no matter how much she sought it. Her eyes idly rolled about in the dark, looking at things she could not see, only imagine. Each breath brought the faint scent of dampness. Her ears ached from having nothing to hear, only the sounds of her own rustling and that incessant dripping.

Her ears twitched as something did catch her attention. There was another sound. At first she was sure it was a hallucination, that she had finally lost her grip and was slipping into the dark abyss of insanity. Before long she could hear one of them chuckling, and she instantly understood that these were no ghosts, of which she had seen a few while she was down here. She looked towards the source of the sounds and felt her chest tighten and a fire flare within her rumbling belly. All of the rage that had sunken beneath the surface had come burbling up once more, even as she knew there was nothing she could do in retaliation.

The door, skillfully assembled with twigs and vines, was pushed open with the gentle creaking of old wood. She brought up a paw to shield her eyes from the sudden light, something she had not seen for days, slowly adjusting to the brilliance. When she lowered it she found herself staring up at two young lions. Both of them were leering and neither were showing any hint of benevolence. The one on the right spoke in a sneering voice that made her claws scratch the stone. This russet colored cat was the bigger of the two, but still small, and still young. Even his svelte, smooth way of talking enraged her. It came across as infuriating arrogance. "Good morning, little rebel. Today is your big day."

Malee's wrathful veil descended over her eyes and she leaped at him, claws outstretched and her jaws parted in a sharp yowl. The vine wrapped around her ankles snapped taut and brought her crashing to the floor in an unceremonious pile. Even as she recovered from the impact she raised her head and growled, unable to conjure proper words in her fury.

The male on the left snickered in his horrible, distorted voice. He moved around beside her and slammed a heavy paw down on her back. The air left her lungs and a fresh bolt of pain boomed within her. She sprawled, coughing. For being a malformed crossbreed, he had big paws, and strong legs. "Better save your strength, leppy! B-boss... boss gotta big plan for ya! You on trial today! G-gonna pay for... for stuff!"

The older cat moved around to her other side and pinned her with the lightest touch of his paw. She attempted to slash at him but found that her strength had left her. He picked her up by her scruff with a roughness that made her weakly squirm with a growl added in protest. He only laughed, while the malformed cat cut loose the vines wrapped around her rear paws, nicking her skin painfully in the process. She was carried out of the dungeon chamber swaying beneath the older male's mouth. Even as she was carted along like a helpless cub, her dull eyes held a spark of deep thought. She may have been starving and thirsty, but nothing had quenched the inner flames of wrath.

They said things as she was carried along, some of which may even have been directed at her, but she had taken the hunchback's advice and was saving her energy. She noted which way they were traveling and by what passages and instantly recognized that they were making their way to the throne chamber. She had been to that chamber a long time ago and had saved this tribe. She could only pray to Solist that she could do it again. It felt like the walk took an unearthly amount of time but they were eventually at the archway leading into the throne room. Here the smooth stone of the cave-dens opened further and led into a massive antechamber, stretching into the distance, supported in spots by thick pillars of rock. Her eyes ran along the shadowy sides of the room, seeing the many lionesses of the Mountain Pride hunched there, all of them with some form of fear or dread in their eyes. Scattered among them were her leopards, the leopards of the failed resistance cell, all of them bound and some even gagged. Monitoring them all was a gang of rogues, sneering, snickering, and toying with the frightened pride members.

Her eyes were drawn, seemingly inevitably by some kind of mystical force, towards the center of the room. There, in a spot of cloud-marred sunlight shining through the natural skylights, sat the usurper king. He was lounging boastfully on a flat rock jutting out of the floor, raising him above all others and letting his mean blue eyes gaze fall upon her as she was conveyed forward. The Queen sat next to him with her head low and her eyes hazed. Even her enormous strength was not enough to carry her through this with no scars. The paw-steps of the two males echoed ominously off of the walls, the only sound one's ears could pick from the fog of silence. Not even the outside world beyond the skylights seemed to be making any noise.

Aeran was brought in front of the throne and dropped without much care for her well-being. She sat up with her chest out proudly and her eyes resolutely meeting his gaze, even as his eyes narrowed and his brows creased in a sultry glare. The usurper king was a huge, toned lion, with a smooth and short mane that flowed down his back and down along his chest. His fur was a deep, dark gray, like that of a burned tree. One of his ears had a small notch in it, and the other was black in some spots.

It was he who broke the stalemate, growling in his rough, alto voice. "Aeran. The thorn in my side for many, many moons. Now captured, and now on trial. That is all, you two. Thank you."

The two male lions bowed and backed away, out of the leopardess' vision. Fuulan continued his monologue. He spoke in a calm, collected manner, like he was a proper judge. "You are being tried today on charges of conspiracy, treason, and terrorism. You have been growing a resistance cell, in an attempt to overthrow the legitimate, benevolent, most intelligent ruler of this wonderful clan, and killing his good, honest soldiers. What do you say to that, leopard?"

She managed to suppress her urges to leap forward and slash his throat. She was all too aware of her own physical weakness and his size advantage. She drew a heavy breath to level her voice and said, "You are not the legitimate ruler of this clan." His eyes narrowed slightly. Some of her wrath seeped through, lending a harsh edge to her voice. "You invaded their borders, murdered their king, killed their warriors, and subdued them with fear. How... how do you have the bravery to call yourself the legitimate king?"

The male took a deep breath and puffed up indignantly. It was subtle, but she noticed his claws flexing. "You are still a disloyal little pain in the ass, aren't you? This king..." he gestured with his head to a shadow in the darkness off of his shoulder, where a familiar silhouette was impaled on a wooden spike, "...was much less legitimate. A crossbreed bastard with genes from all over the Great Realm. Even without that against him, he lost the duel against me like he was a sickly little cub. I won this throne, even if none of you like it."

Completely unconsciously, the leopardess rose to her feet and snarled at him. The guards flanking the throne rose to their feet, but were subdued with a slight wave of the usurper king's paw. His amused smirk only further irritated her. She barely kept her voice down now. "Your goons grabbed his tail, swept his paws from under him, and clawed at his eyes and ears. It was hardly a legal or fair fight. You didn't win that throne, you stole it. You broke every damn rule..."

She was cut short by his roaring laughter. Her ears pinned back while her tail thrashed and her teeth gnashed. Her snarls were drowned out. The lion rose as his laughter faded into chuckling. He shook his head and said, "Rules! My goodness, the rules!The rules! You pretend they mean something! That was one of your king's weaknesses, those rules! He actually believed that the world was fair and just and that laws mean anything." He casually stepped down from the dais, slowly approaching the leopardess, "And now I have this... this tiny runt of a cat telling me I cannot be king because I was smart and realized that those rules are for fools and weaklings. The only thing that truly grants power is strength, and the will to use it. Is your brain as bleached as your fur?"

Malee's veil again descended over her eyes. She leaped forward with a scream and an outstretch of her paws. Just as it seemed that she was about to take out his eyes, he casually swiped with a paw and sent her backwards, sending her sprawling on her back. She scrambled to her feet once more and whirled to face him. He laughed again as he strode forward. "I think we have seen all we need to see. You are found guilty of all charges, and your sentence is death, and whatever else I want to do to you." He paused there for a moment and looked to his rogues, "What should I do to her? How should she die?"

She looked around with her ears pinned back as calls of rape and dismemberment rose through the air. She looked forward again as the usurper king came close enough to brush fur with her. She rammed her chest into his in an act of defiance, even if it was like running into a sheer cliff. He seemed to be deeply considering it, especially from the scent of aroused musk now rising from beneath. Fuulan finally said, "No. This runt is not worthy of my cock, not like I'd fit, anyways. As fun as it might be to force myself inside. I think I have a much better way to execute you."

She glanced down and watched as his crimson tongue ran slowly along his lips, from one side to the other, glistening with saliva. One paw flashed out and was brought down on her nape. It held her head securely in place. Those massive jaws spread wide, gaping like a chasm in front of her. The leopard's eyes went wide and a small yowl started to issue forth.

His long, thick, and rough tongue was like a pathway into his fleshy, slimy maw, with his twitching gullet stretching down into his thick neck, down into a dark abyss. Her yowl was cut short as she was stuffed into that mouth. Her entire world was overwhelming humidity and the shiver-inducing feel of his soft mouth-flesh pressing into her hide. All she could hear now was the gurgling of his stomach and the wind of his breath. The noise of the cheering gang was almost totally drowned out. A deep, disgusted shiver ran down her spine as he easily swallowed her head into his throat, now enveloping her on all sides with the slippery, quivering muscles of his esophagus. Even her shoulders were packed inside with little difficulty as Fuulan the usurper king roughly devoured her. His teeth brushed teasingly along her body as she was pulled in with a combination of head movements and his throat muscles, moving ever deeper.

Aeran tried to struggle, tried to escape, but her forelegs were trapped against her body and her hind legs could do little more than scrabble. His drool ran down her body in rivulets while his tongue pressed and rubbed grossly against her, taking in the taste and texture of her flesh. Fuulan then removed his paws and lifted his mighty head, loosening his jaws and letting this small cat slip down his slimy gullet at a rapid pace with the assistance of gravity. He was humiliating her by not even savoring her. Aeran managed a tiny mewl as she slid down into his abdomen and past his thumping heart and whooshing lungs. His mighty gullet squeezed her brutally from all sides and pushed the wind from her lungs. The massive lion let a small, highly pleased rumble out of his full throat as she easily descended. She made a pleasant bulge in his neck but vanished entirely as her body entered his.

It occurred to Aeran how much she would be deeply enjoying this if not for the knowledge of who was doing it. The king's jaws slowly slid shut as her hips slid past his lips and her legs and tail quickly vanished. He tilted his head upwards a little more and finished her off with a tiny, slow swallow. He kept his head lifted so all of the audience could watch the thinning distortion in his neck vanish into his body. The leopardess had not even reached his stomach yet, and her entire form was cocooned within the evil king's esophagus. In just a few heartbeats the powerful muscles of this huge male pushed her through a tight sphincter into his stomach. She was unceremoniously deposited into that chamber and left to sink into the bottom. Fuulan let out a victorious roar while his goons cheered and the lionesses and leopards let their heads hang.

Vision was no more for Aeran. Not a single ray of light reached this deep inside of him. She could sense only a few things. The muscles of his stomach lining, spongy and thick to the touch, squeezed and kneaded her from all sides. It was disorientating and exhausting. Worst of all, it pinned her fore-paws against her body. Every single inch of her form was soaked and coated in thick saliva that made her cringe in revulsion. Some of it made it into her maw and was fruitlessly spat out. She pushed and shoved in all directions but his stomach overpowered her every movement and continued to incessantly press in on her. Her ears picked up only the sound of her own labored breathing and the soft, grumbling noises of Fuulan's body coming from all around her.

The usurper king rumbled again and licked his lips. By now, most of the cheering had died away, leaving nothing but silence once more. "Your King is dead, your little rebel here will soon be nothing more than scat, and my seed will be sewn deep within your Queen. I expect no more insubordination. Oh, and, leopards... expect to be joining your leader in the latrine soon enough."

He stood and swaggered back towards the dais, his erection hanging between his legs with no attempt to hide it, and his tail high so all could see the orifice from which their rebellious leopard would be leaving him in many pieces. Aeran felt the slight swaying from within and squirmed a little more. This only pleased the usurper king even further. He met eyes with the Queen, who only stared with a defeated expression.

The leopardess struggled on, now past her panic and actually thinking. Her forelegs were pressed against her body, and her hind paws were uncomfortably curled. Claws were not an option. She couldn't get her teeth into the flesh of his stomach, either. She had to get her legs under her, somehow.

Fuulan paused in front of the dais and huffed. Another devious thought had entered his head. He spoke once more, "Speaking of which... I am sure you all enjoyed watching the execution of Rockheart yesterday. Perhaps a demonstration of your beloved rebel's fate is in order. I want my message to be very, very clear."

Aeran perked up her ears and paused in her struggles for a moment or two. She had not been aware of this as she had been locked in a cave for the last few days. Fuulan squatted with his tail flagged high into the air. His massive balls and thick tail ring were in view of everyone in the room now. He let out a low sigh and relaxed that tail ring. It soon began to bulge outwards before stretching open and then stretching wide as a massive log of solid waste pushed free from his body. This lieutenant had made a most delightful meal. He slowly closed his eyes and rumbled in pleasure as he let the waste slowly exit his body. Only the largest bones had escaped his powerful gut, now bleached white and pockmarked. That pretty lioness had felt wonderful going into his ass, and she felt just as good getting pushed out of it.

He briefly glanced over to the tribe's shaman who was gagged and tied down. He briefly considered her as the thick chunks slipped free of his body but then shook his head. The older lioness just growled through her gag and tried to look away, only to be rudely shoulder-checked by a nearby rogue guard. Fuulan may have considered letting her reform, but she had been far too much of a hassle to let that happen. She would end her life as a pile of his shit, as she deserved.

Rockheart was making a huge mound of waste even after most of her had been used up by the king's stomach. He chuckled softly and grumbled, "Such a shame you won't make such a mess, leopard. You won't pleasure me even after I've broken you down into your elements and shat out the rest. At least Rockheart held some pleasure for me after I had silenced her in my bowels. I am just relieved to finally be rid of you. Though your squirming is a delight."

Aeran snarled and kicked at the wall of his stomach. It barely quivered and only brought another chuckle from the male. Fuulan's bachelor pride was watching with disgusting smiles on their faces and many already rubbing at swelling sheaths. The king pushed a little harder and the pitted skull of the once proud lioness slipped free of his ass, packed full of brown waste. It fell onto the pile and was then crowned by another couple of pieces before Fuulan clenched his tailhole shut. It was truly a shame that the little leopardess would not be such a fulfilling experience, but at least it was a massive thorn plucked from his side, and a decent snack.

With that issue dealt with, Fuulan resumed his approach to the throne, leaving the scat behind and paying no more attention to it. The Queen narrowed her dull eyes at him as he smoothly ascended and stood once more at her height, now in front of her. She flexed her claws and snarled a little louder but remained in her place.

She was too big for Fuulan to consume fully, but she had no doubt he would use his teeth and his claws if she put up a fight. She had to stay alive, and keep the hope of the tribe alive as well. Cooperate and wait for a more opportune moment.

Once Fuulan had admired his prize he turned around and lowered his rear end again. He pushed his thick tailhole against the Queen's nose, making her wince at the rotten smell of his still dirty back end. He rumbled, "Now, my beautiful Queen, would you please clean me?" His tone of voice made it obvious that he was not asking.

The Queen was no stranger to digesting others for pleasure but she always had her shaman to ensure that they would come back. Rockheart was gone forever. She stared at his dirty ass for a few seconds with a grimace. He snarled softly and made her come closer, until she could begin to lap at his rear entrance and clean it methodically. The taste and origin of said taste made her shudder in revulsion. She gagged a little as she dutifully cleaned off a particularly thick piece. Fuulan just laughed and wagged his hips. She closed her eyes and forced her tongue to keep lapping while she tried to ignore his little motions of deep pleasure, and the obvious sadistic kick he was getting out of this. The Queen quickly cleaned him of every stain of remains she could find but even then he did not release her.

Aeran huffed and stretched out again against the stomach around her. She could feel him twitching with erogenous enjoyment and hear his little noises of pleasure. It made her sick to her own empty stomach. Even as she pushed with all of her might, Fuulan's belly just crushed down on her and forced her submission.

Fuulan would have remained where he was but his throbbing cock needed attention, and he had plenty of ways to get it. He lowered his tail and stood, now turning and facing the Queen, or more looking down at her. The aftertaste left a hint of bile in her throat but she did not dare wipe it away on a paw for fear of angering him. The usurper king's lips pulled back. It was a toothy grin of smugness. He knew he had won. Briefly he considered stuffing her maw with his cock but he knew how fiery she was and he was not quite brave enough to try it. Instead he strutted around her side and then lined up with her from behind.

The usurper king pulled the grimacing Queen into position, mounted her, and roughly penetrated her. The crowd watched in resigned horror or rapt fascination as she was raped, the usurper king snarling and digging his claws into her to make her yowl and tense up around him, heightening his own enjoyment. He roughly took her, pounding her into the rock with each of his movements, savoring her royal pussy and delighting in the continued wriggling of his swallowed prisoner. His day could not get any better.

Aeran felt her muscles burning, felt her breaths coming short. The walls caved in and squeezed the air out of her as Fuulan pressed deep and coated the Queen's interior with his hot seed. She cried out in pain of the soul and pain of the body as his claws dug even deeper, making her squeeze him with her strong muscles and milking even more from his heavy balls. Aeran was smart, and soon figured out exactly what had just occurred. Fuulan finished flooding the Queen with his seed and slowly pulled out of her, leaving her in a quivering pile on the stone. He pulled her tail aside and watched his cum leak from her entrance, a grin on his face. Her head had come to rest on her paws as heavy sobs racked her body. The proud Queen was now properly broken. Her soul was but mere tatters blowing in the breeze, and her bravery had suddenly taken its leave. She couldn't meet the eyes of her lionesses anymore. There was no more hope to give.

Fuulan felt a sort of sadistic arousal course through him as he admired his own handiwork. Before him lay the once proud Queen of the Mountain Pride, and here she was, laying helpless, freshly raped and now surely bearing his prodigy. Behind him her "mighty" King was an effigy on a spear, his weakness cast into the light. He paused to let it all soak in. Then looked up and addressed the room. He was satisfied, but not yet sated. "Your Queen was delightful... but I want more. I want my cock in every one of you by the end of today. This facade of a King needs his impure blood cleansed from this pride. I'll deal with his prodigy tomorrow, but I will begin the replacement process today. Start bringing them forward, boys. Maybe I'll let you all get seconds." He chuckled, darkly, as his rogues began to prod and push the defeated lionesses forward.

Aeran was exhausted now. Her squirms had slowed, and her head had begun to spin. She would not last much longer. Even the flames of fury could only push her so far. She could just barely hear him boasting, could just barely hear his orgasmic cries as he violated the prideful Queen. Was there nothing she could do?

She would not accept that.

She closed her eyes and curled tightly. She drew a deep breath and meditated on the absolute wrongness of it all. No, she was not dead yet. As such, she could still fight. The rage exploded within her belly once more. She said a soft prayer to whoever may have been listening and then gritted her teeth. With a furious yowl and a draw on every ounce of strength she had remaining, she pushed with her forelegs. His walls resisted equally to how hard she shoved. Fuulan simply ignored it. The little leopardess was already in her death throes. Almost a shame. Rockheart had squirmed all the way through his bowels and even lasted some time in his stomach. No matter. She would be gone soon, and that was all that mattered. His attention again turned to the young corporal being brought forward. His rogues had delightful taste. She still had some fire left in her despite the obvious defeat in her eyes.

Aeran screamed into the fetid chamber as her muscles quaked and her entire body burned. Finally, she felt it give. Her paws unfolded and were now pressing paw-pad to stomach lining. She rested for only a few moments to let the stars vanish from in front of her eyes.

Then, with a vengeful snarl, she fully extended her claws and viciously pushed one more time. She felt them dig into the flesh, and she gave a savage yank. Fuulan was inspecting his next dame but paused. He suddenly had a throbbing stomach ache. He paused and laid a paw on his belly and growled.

Aeran felt his stomach ripping and felt the hot spray of blood. That was all she needed. The leopardess savagely mauled the usurper king from the inside, tearing at every bit of meat she could find. His hot blood soaked her fur, stung her eyes, sprayed into her maw, and thickened Malee's veil. The usurper king let out a deep roar of agony and stumbled backwards. His eyes bugged out as the leopardess tore her way free of his stomach and found herself between the ruined chamber and the fat lining the inside of his abdomen. A grotesque bulge now formed in his belly as a stunned expression took over his face.

Her claws dug into everything they could find, slashing through his organs and his veins. She sunk her claws into something thick and throbbing and felt a tidal wave of blood hitting her in the face. Fuulan fell onto his side and let out a deep roar. Pain as hot and bright as lava ripped through him. He was now seizing and clutching at his belly. Soon, the spasms faded, and then stopped. His last breath rattled through his open, bleeding mouth, and then he was still. His face was contorted with agony and disbelief. The invader was dead. All in the room watched in stunned silence. Aeran found his inner lining and once again tore with her claws. She ripped open his hide and spilled out of Fuulan's corpse. A macabre rush of blood and grizzle followed her.

She stumbled to her feet with a pant and a snarl. She was soaked red from head to toe and dripping the crimson onto the throne. The male rogues of Fuulan's gang stood in stunned silence for just a few seconds. The whole room seemed suspended in time, for just a brief second. Then a panicked scream came from a nearby guard. He ran like the winds towards the exit. Time moved again as Fuulan's rogues, now leaderless and without courage, bolted after him. The slower ones found themselves set upon by vengeful lions and leopards, vanishing under a flurry of claws and teeth with bone-chilling screams.

Aeran took in the scene before she remembered the Queen. She turned around and opened her mouth, only to see her standing on her feet. Aeran started towards her but the Queen just pushed past her. She stepped aside and watched as the lioness weakly grabbed Fuulan by a leg and tossed him over the side of the dais. She watched his body hit the floor with a dull thud and examined it for just a few seconds, as if she could not believe the sight. Then she turned her gaze to Aeran, and for the first time in what felt like millennia, hope was beginning to reappear in her expression. Aeran smiled back. As costly as it had been, victory was theirs once more.

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It had taken a significant amount of time for the new champion to finish her story. She certainly felt self-conscious about it, noting how the sun had risen even further into the sky. The goddess still sat with rapt attention, however, even as the tale drew to a close and silence fell upon them both.

The lioness was the first to speak. "The Mountain Pride has recovered well, correct?"

A small nod with a solemn look. "Yes, mostly. The Queen will never be the same, but the Pride is stable, and indeed recovering. A new King has been chosen. He was born under your younger sister's blessing and he has the spirit to prove it."

"A wise choice... the goddess that heals even the greatest of scars, and whose acolytes are soft and embracing like a stream."

The leopardess managed a small smile, now with Monsoon's face upside-down in her vision as she lazily rolled onto her back. "You must think a lot of her."

There was just a slight shrug, "Without her, I wouldn't be balanced. My powers would be good only for destruction." She rubbed at one of her ears with a large paw, idly changing the subject as she asked, "Did Fuulan's seed take?"

The leopardess grimaced slightly. "Yes, it did. It's... unfortunate... but she is being very optimistic about the cub, all things considered. Even the new King is willing to take them in as his own." She sighed and slowly covered her head with her paws. "If I had only gotten Fuulan sooner... then he wouldn't have murdered the King and raped the Queen... and killed so many cubs and lionesses... how much did I really accomplish? I feel like it was a revenge killing... I had many chances to save... much more of the tribe than I did."

She curled up and shuddered as a sorrowful sigh rattled its way through her and the tears burned at the corners of her eyes. A sudden wave of self-doubt and longing crashed over her, and the tears soon streamed down her face like Monsoon's raindrops. She couldn't help but remember how strong the Mountain Pride had once been, and how they were now a shadow. She closed her eyes and tried to force the feelings away. They pressed in, undeterred, repressed memories finally bubbling to the surface. She snorted pathetically as the tears flowed hot and free and her nose ran repulsively.

There was the soft sounds of paw-steps again. Then there was a sudden intimate warmth. Aeran let out a soft gasp and perked up, freezing for a moment with her cheeks whetted as she realized the goddess was now embracing her. She was wrapped in Monsoon's forelegs and pulled close to her body. The leopardess shivered, and then slowly, very slowly, relaxed. The sounds of her bawling slowly faded away. The gray goddess was surprisingly soft, and surprisingly furry. It was truly like embracing a cloud. They now lay back-to-belly, Aeran's relatively tiny form held securely against the puff of fur adorning Monsoon's chest. Her warmth and affection soaked into Aeran like some sort of tranquilizer, almost forcing her entire body to relax and her mind to slip into a sort of semi-stasis. This was no goddess' trick, it was pure kindness and sympathy.

After a few moments the leopard sniffled, and then managed to murmur, "S-some... some champion I am... bawling like a cub..."

Monsoon sighed and drew her tongue along the top of the leopard's head, between her ears. A small but reassuring gesture. The small cat perked up and glanced upwards, looking into the goddess' gently smiling face. She spoke in a cooed whisper, while she held her new champion securely. "Aeran. The best champions show their souls. It is... one of the curses associated with being a hero. The constant guilt of not saving them all. You saved this entire region from ages of tyranny and strife. But I know heroes, like you. Any defeat is grievous. There is no 'good enough'. Just know that you have firmly earned your place on my Pantheon, and there will be a seat on my high court awaiting you when Dusklight brings you across the Bridge of Rainbows."

More silence. Aeran stared out into the distance, eyes unfocused. Her ears savored the gentle drumming of the raindrops on the leaves overhead, and her soul delighted in the embrace of the goddess. After what seemed like forever, she managed to roll over in Monsoon's grasp and nuzzle deep into her fur. The goddess perked her ears before chuckling softly and licking over the top of the leopardess' head again. She squeezed her heroine affectionately in her strong forelegs. She rumbled, "You are... by far my most adorable champion, I must say."

Aeran could almost feel her voice from the proximity to her chest. She pinned her ears bashfully and tried to hide her face in the goddess' fur. That was a compliment that would normally have her flattered, but coming from her patron goddess, it was breath-taking. Monsoon saw her bashfulness and slowly rubbed her enormous paws up and down Aeran's back, making her shiver and forcing out an adorable little moan. The contact was such an intimate gesture. It carried deep sensations with it. She curled her toes as she was held even closer. The leopardess gasped, "S-sorry... y-your Majesty... b-but your fur... and your paws... you are... wonderful. T-thank you."

Now the lick was placed on her cheek, in a noticeably more amorous fashion. She nipped at one of those triangular ears, and whispered into it, "Never apologize for what you are doing, champion... and you are welcome." She paused with a small huff. "I may have to give you a... rather thorough blessing if you keep cuddling me like this."

Now it was Aeran's turn to grin. She hugged her patron-goddess tighter and pushed her hips especially tight against her body. She felt those strong forelegs squeeze even tighter and wriggled in the sudden vise-grip. It made the small flame smoldering in her loins flare into a proper fire. The leopardess huffed softly and groaned quietly into the thick fur of the lion and rolled her hips once more. She took a deep breath and scented the goddess' aroused musk rising above her own scent. Her ears pinned once more and her eyes became very wide. A warm grin spread on the goddess' face as the leopard shuddered in her grasp. Her eyes became hazy as her olfactory basked in the drug-like scent. It was not Fuulan's rough musk, but a pleasant, welcoming scent that had her melting in the thunder goddess' grasp.

Another gentle, amused chuckle from above her head. Aeran just grinned and let out a squeak out of happiness, wanting to hear the deity's laugh again. The sound, sure enough, followed smartly thereafter, now with some amusement ensconced in the noise. It was also was accompanied by the massive paws of Monsoon pressing down and holding her tight. The leopardess looked up with perked ears and widened, dilated eyes, showcasing her surprise. Everything rotated as Monsoon rolled, winding up on her broad back with the leopardess sprawled along her toned stomach. She rested her head upon the deity's chest with her view rising and falling with each aroused breath. She gazed into her patron goddess' eyes for a few long moments, basking in her glory and in their mutual lust. The lioness' paws continued their gentle massage while Aeran flexed her smaller paws against her sides. Her musk only grew stronger over time. The leopardess knew that Monsoon must have been terribly aroused, but she was fearful of advancing, not knowing where the boundary lay.

It was a soft rumble and a nod from the goddess that prompted her to slowly scoot back until she felt something stout, yet soft, pressing firmly against her back end. She let out a soft gasp and curled her toes. "Y-your majesty... y-you're... you're enormous..." the thick lioness cock pulsed with each beat of her mighty heart and ground against her fuzzy hindquarters as Monsoon rolled her hips with a soft growl. Its rough texture and intense heat was a delight against the swollen flesh of her vulva and the erogenous zone of her back entrance. Aeran pressed herself into the lioness and pushed back into the thick base of her dick. She giggled as she felt a rope of pre splattering against her back. Then the sound faded into a moan as the motion rubbed her teats roughly against the taut fur and much larger mammaries of the deity beneath her. She was pleasuring Monsoon with every inch of her small, svelte form, pushed on by the goddess' nirvana-inducing barrage on every one of her senses.

Aeran slid into a smooth rhythm. It was like some sort of dance. Her lithe arboreal form rolled and ground in fluid movements with every muscle and joint contributing. She continued to smoothly slide her fuzzy rump up and down every inch of Monsoon's lionhood. Her belly slid along the goddess' tummy. Her teats ached with pleasure as they drug along Monsoon's smooth tummy. It was a mutual sensation as Aeran felt the deity's larger teats dragging through her own fur.

The leopard kept her lustful eyes on Monsoon's. She gauged her reactions and subtly adjusted her motions until she saw the maximum response. It was truly like their souls had joined together. Over time, their motions grew rougher and deeper, harder and lustier.. The leopard's eyes had hazed over, and the goddess' beautiful electric blue gaze was narrow and lost in pleasure. Monsoon huffed, then snarled, "T-think I'll fit, l-little champion~?"

The leopard narrowed her eyes and growled, "I-I'll make sure... all of it... does.~"

Monsoon rumbled and teasingly flexed her claws against the little leopardess. Her new heroine looked adorable, pleasuring her gigantic dick with her entire tiny form like she was. Her warrior fierceness came through on the battlefield and in the den, and the deity was genuinely loving it. She had made a good choice for a champion.

Aeran turned her head to moan into the wispy fur lining the bigger cat's underbelly, where she realized her mouth was right over a large nipple. Monsoon tilted her head slightly as she saw the thoughts forming in her champion's head. The leopardess suddenly latched onto the teat and began to roughly suckle the nub, her teeth gently teasing it while her tongue pressed on it. Monsoon tensed up and snarled. A drawn-out, deeply satisfied moan followed as her teat swelled slightly. Aeran shuddered as a tidal wave of warm, richly flavored milk flooded her maw and spilled out of her lips, staining the fur around her lower jaw. Her eyes closed as she drank deep droughts of the deity's cream. This sudden erotic act only drove them further up the rise of pleasure and added further lustiness to their once purely amorous motions.

One of Monsoon's paws moved up and pressed down on the back of the leopard's neck, holding her firmly in place against her teat as her slow gyrations became more akin to thrusts, roughly rocking the tiny tree cat with each powerful push of her hips. Aeran held on tightly while milk spilled from her mouth and stained her cheeks and the belly of the goddess. It felt like she was drinking a river. Another stream, this one of thick, slippery precum, was dribbling down Monsoon's shaft and staining her fur.

They both only lasted a few more moments before the goddess growled again. Aeran perked her ears and looked up, still nursing hungrily and grinding away. Monsoon huffed softly with an amused grin, saying, "A-all right, c-champion... enough teasing... show me if... if you can really take me.~"

Aeran took one last long draw on the tit before she released it with a little pop. She felt the goddess tense up and felt another few splatters of precum hit her back. Monsoon gritted her teeth for a moment before slowly unwinding and grinning at her devious little heroine. Aeran flashed an innocent grin back and sat up. She felt the goddess' cock resting on her back. She perked up and looked over her shoulder, only now realizing how messy they had gotten. Her ass was coated in precum and her own nectar, and her back was quite slimy with the cooling pre of the goddess. She turned to face forward again. She giggled softly as Monsoon returned an innocent grin

The leopardess used her natural deftness and rose to two legs. Standing as she was, she was still just barely above the tip of the tapered shaft. The thing looked to be almost half as long as she was. Not that it deterred her any. Monsoon's paws planted themselves on the ground as her eyes watched the standing tree cat slowly lower herself down, firmly kissing the slippery tip with her vulva. She felt tight, and hot, and very, very needy. Monsoon rumbled heavily and pushed with her hips. Aeran gasped and slipped down a short ways. It was a good thing that there was such copious lubrication, as she was suddenly stuffed with the first small section of a very large tool. Already her lips bulged obscenely around the rough shaft while a mixture of sexual fluids spurted from the union. Aeran shuddered deeply and let out a small, pained yowl as her body struggled to accept the intrusion. Monsoon watched through heavy eyes. Her tight walls and quivering body were an absolute delicacy to her nerves, and she made sure to moan loudly enough that the leopard heard it.

Aeran smiled faintly even as she struggled. She waited a for a short time and then began to slowly descend again. The goddess' shaft only got thicker the further down she went, and rougher. It was long struggle the entire way down. She slowed down to a near stop and moved at a glacial pace. She had to fight for every little bit. Monsoon was squirming beneath her in her own fight against the overwhelming hotness of her little champion's fight.

Aeran's white belly was soon distorting with the size of the member within her. She paused fully as it roughly rammed into her cervix. Aeran stopped with an almost drunken groan.

Monsoon tilted her head a little as the leopardess held her bulging stomach. She waited for a few moments before softly panting, "I-it's okay, Aeran... I didn't expect you... to...mrrowf!"

Aeran closed her eyes and lifted herself up before pushing down firmly. Her cervix stretched open and Monsoon's gigantic cock shoved through into her tight womb. Monsoon blinked open her eyes and watched in amazement. Precum flooded the heroine's little womb as the smooth and tight cervix squeezed around the goddess' sensitive tip. This little cat was full of all sorts of surprises.

It seemed almost impossible that she could take such a thing. But, slowly, her hips and groin approached the lap of the lioness. Monsoon gritted her teeth with a rough snarl as she tried to resist the urge to thrust, to roughly take this cute little heroine and make her scream. She would wait until later for that

Her dick poured lakes of slippery precum into the champion as she descended that last, thickest bit. A lot of it escaped the overfull tunnel and added to the mess that was the leopardess' rear end. After what felt like forever, Monsoon's cock was all the way inside. Aeran gritted her teeth and roughly forced her hips down once more firmly pressing her back end against the goddess' soft pubic fur. She felt her enormous, velvety nuts resting between her ass and the lion's thighs. The leopardess worked her hips a bit to firmly settle herself against the larger cat before she relaxed with a quivering sigh.

She looked down at herself. Her vulva bulged outwards immensely and her belly showed a distinct outline of the massive lioness cock stuffed deep into her canal and womb. It felt like her innards were being rearranged, and no nerve was escaping stimulation. A little painful, but also immensely arousing. She could sit more normally now with her fore-paws resting on the earth. Their eyes met, and Monsoon cooed, "Y-you took it all, little champion. Even stronger than I thought." The leopardess' quivering, squeezing walls hugged her every inch tightly, and her femcum was slowly soaking her aching balls with warmth. She roughly thrust into the leopard as a tease, jolting her upwards and making her roar with the bolt of pleasure.

She pinned her ears and smirked sheepishly as Monsoon chuckled, teasing her further by saying, "You're even... cuter... wrapped around my cock."

She waited for the leopard to open her mouth to reply, and then interrupted her with another sharp push with her hips. There was another adorable yowl of sudden pleasure and it barely had any hint of pain in it. Her little champion was slowly adjusting to being stuffed. Aeran huffed hotly and semi-seriously glared down at her goddess. She then tensed up and pushed upwards, managing to drag her body off of that massive lioness dick. They both groaned while the leopardess quaked and the lioness arched her back. Even with the flood of combined nectar it was still an intense sensory experience, with the leopardess' flesh dragging tightly on the rough texture of Monsoon's dick. If it felt like this now, Aeran was almost fearing what it would be like later, when her barbs hardened.

Once she had pulled out almost halfway, she slowly sank back down, indulging in the lewd sloshing noise of a thunderstorm's worth of displaced fluid. The leopardess powered her way through this deep plunge and continued the slow, savory experience. She rose and fell at a slow pace so they could both sense every little bit of each others' flesh. Aeran loosened up over time but there was no getting around the enormous size difference between the two. The arousal was almost agonizing now as Monsoon gently rolled her hips in time with the leopard and bumped her crotch into her butt on each hilt, jolting her and sending a powerful shock of sensation into her small body.

As the deep motions became marginally easier she began to shorten her strokes but exponentially increase in pace. They had mercilessly teased one another and they were both desperately seeking release. Her riding became almost desperate. The noises of excessive liquid became even louder as even more pre flooded her interior and her nectar further soaked the goddess' shaft. Their pants became more ragged and much louder, with soft growls and huffs coming through on occasion. The leopard rode the deity as hard as she could, her muscles burning from exertion and her loins burning from need.

Their thrusts got very rough as they both approached the chasm of the climax. There was a vicious snarl from the goddess as her barbs quickly erected and dug into the walls of the leopardess above her. Her massive balls swung and smacked the soft rear end of her new heroine, adding another layer to the lewd orchestra. Those gigantic protrusions proved too much for Aeran.

Her eyes bulged and her claws flexed harshly as her whole body went tense. She slammed herself into the crotch of the goddess and arched her back. She let out a wild scream as she shook with a massive orgasm, her eyes rolling back while her femcum burst forth from the tight seal between her walls and the lioness' dick. It was a feeling beyond physical. It was the kind of orgasm that put her into a state of pure rapture. It was pushed even further as Monsoon showed her strength and rocked the leopard with several rough shoves of her mighty hips. The little cat going wild on her cock brought her rapidly to almost unbearable ecstasy. She too let out a bellowing roar. Her barbs dug in even harder as her cock pulsed and a tidal wave of thick, hot, sticky lioness jizz filled her womb in a moment, and soon her sex as well. It rounded out her belly before spraying out around their tight union and making an even bigger mess of them both.

The cum kept coming. It drenched the lower half of the leopardess and the lioness both. It was many, many seconds of transcendent euphoria before they began to slow down. Monsoon sprawled out beneath her heroine while the leopardess slowly let the tension flow out of her body with a long, low sigh. She shook from exhaustion, her muscles afire and her loins blazing with the afterglow. She slowly fell forward and sprawled across her goddess' tummy, still impaled down to the hilt. They took a few seconds to recover from their collective climaxes, catching their breaths and blinking the starbursts from their eyes.

Monsoon finally let out a small huff. She suddenly rolled over and stood up. She expected the leopardess to simply roll off and land gently in the grass. The tree cat, instead, found herself rather stuck with that massive lioness dick inside of her, and her leopard instincts dictated that she hang on tighter. Now she was clinging to the goddess' broad belly. Her face pressed into her fur while her tail curled up and around the deity's own.

Monsoon giggled as she looked beneath herself. She found herself staring at the other feline in a most disorienting way. Aeran laid her ears back and nosed into the wispy fur with a bashful face and a small, cute mewl. Her patron goddess roughly thrust against the cat with a slap of her massive balls. The leopardess squeaked and shuddered from the sudden jolt. Then she huffed and semi-seriously glared at her deity, who asked, "Comfortable, little hero?"

Just a small, shy nod was her reply. She nosed into the fur again and gently latched onto a nipple. Monsoon happily rumbled and let the little cat nurse from her as she made her way from the clearing, her cock nicely cradled in tight leopard pussy.. The rain still fell in gentle pitter-patters onto the canopy above them. Monsoon paused at a nearby stream that was swelling with the sudden infusion of water and knelt down to drink. The leopard deftly clung on still, nursing industriously while her patron goddess slaked her thirst with loud swipes.

She lifted her great head once finished and dried her lips with large swipes of her tongue. Her cock twitched a little as the small wriggles and fidgets of the tree cat ground her thick walls into her still sensitive flesh. She was already recovering from her orgasm with the help of the delicious warmth soaking into every bit of her rod. A little rumble soon rose from her throat and got a little grin out of the cat suckling at her teat.

Aeran felt the precum starting to flow thickly once more and gently rolled her hips, slowly and teasingly pressing that massive shaft against her interior in all directions. She knew exactly what was happening. Monsoon interrupted her with a rough thrust that made her squeak and spill milk out of her mouth. She clung to the goddess tighter as she began small, intense thrusts, bouncing the tree cat's hips off of her own. There was a muffled moan from her as the lioness roughly took her with her nuts bouncing lewdly off of her groin with each deep push. They were small, rapid thrusts, the release of a severe surplus of lust.

Monsoon spread her hind legs and braced them while she tensed her core and humped harshly into the smaller tree cat. She had started out rough and it was getting even worse as she pumped into her snug honeypot. She closed her eyes and basked in the sensual delight of the little leopardess with slick movements of her powerful muscles overwhelming the tight, rippling walls within.

Aeran was still damp at the start but was, by now, rather wet again, making an even bigger mess of her rear end as she pressed her face into the lioness' belly and gulped her milk in long, desperate pulls. The goddess had an endless supply of the divine cream that filled the little cat with warmth, adding to the heat created by the huge load still sloshing about in the tree cat's womb.

Lewd sloshes, splashes, and slaps picked up in volume as their breathy noises of pleasure rose in kind. Monsoon's claws dug into the earth and her jowls drew back as she snarled once again, only slowing down as her thick barbs hardened and harshly dug into those soft walls. Aeran was forced to let the teat out of her mouth, spilling milk all over her face as she let out a harsh yowl of pleasure as she climaxed a second time. Her claws dug slightly into the hide of the deity but this only pleased Monsoon more. There were a couple more thrusts that violently rocked the tree cat before her cock began to pulse and once again flood her interior with her ultra hot, divine seed. It was not as big of a flood as the first time, but it still further rounded out her tummy and painted her interior with liquid fire.

Monsoon angled her hips and dug her barbs deep into the tree cat's inner flesh. A couple small jets of her nectar squirted out as she quaked with hazed over eyes and a gaping, milky maw. The goddess worked out her orgasm with a few small shoves from her hips, pushing the last few gushes of her cum into the cat beneath her. The pistoning of her hips slowed down and gradually came to a halt. The leopardess quivered again and let out a little moan as the last shiver of orgasmic joy shot through her spine.

The deity felt her slipping and knelt down, letting gravity gently lower the little arboreal cat to the ground. She huffed slightly and realized Aeran was still stuck on her cock. She finessed her hips and the smaller feline slowly slid off of her rod with a lewd slipping noise until she came free with a small slurp, falling entirely to the ground. The process made her quake as her highly sensitized walls quivered from the tiny movements. Now free, Monsoon stepped back and looked her over, licking her lips at what she saw.

The leopardess' entire lower end was coated with white cum that nearly blended into her fur and stained in places with her own honey. She still panted slightly with an adorable grin and a look of absolute delight. The deity's milk s till stained her lips and her cheeks. She had made a proper mess out of her heroine. Aeran squirmed to get comfortable in the soft grass and mewed cutely with a flash of her best cub eyes. The goddess chuckled and walked forward over her. She stood atop the cat and gazed down into her fierce blue glare, now softened somewhat by adoration and affection.

The goddess leaned in and met her lips with a little growl. The leopardess began to roughly purr and tilted her head opposite, pushing into the kiss and melting into the earth as she basked in the resplendence of it all. The tree cat's paws gently gripped the back of the deity's head and held her close while their eyes closed. Monsoon ran her tongue slowly along Aeran's lips, cleaning them for her and tasting her own milk. She prodded quizzically against the leopard's lips, who obediently opened them and admitted her tongue into her maw. Monsoon teasingly explored every inch of that fleshy, drool-slicked cavern. She even pushed it into the back of the leopard's tight throat, getting a little gag and a shiver from her.

She did not push too deep, however, and soon was retreating. Her tongue tip dragged along the leopard's as she slowly pulled away. They panted softly and basked in each others' gaze for what felt like an eternity, before Monsoon moved aside and laid out on her belly. She rested her massive head on her paws and gazed upon her well-used champion. Said champion was laying upon her side and gazing back. Monsoon said, in a soft rumble, "Mmh... you are as good a lover as you are a warrior, little hero."

Aeran managed a little smirk, saying, "I add a touch of ferocity to everything."

Monsoon's eyes looked over the cat again. They both needed to bathe but that could wait until they had rested some. Aeran's tummy still swelled slightly but most of it had leaked out and covered her tail. Monsoon was silent for some time. She eventually said, "You certainly proved it, not that I ever doubted you. I had faith that you could take me down to the base." Aeran huffed and rolled over onto her back again, sprawling luxuriously in the soft grass and staring up into the dark gray rain clouds overhead. The stormy weather induced a sort of joyful resonance within her, perhaps because of Monsoon being her patron goddess. She said, "I am... a little bit surprised that I did. I am pretty sure I am still gaping... Of all the Kings and Queens and warriors I have been taken by... none have challenged me like that."

Monsoon huffed, actually a little flattered, and said, "I do hope so... it would be most improper if I as your patron goddess wasn't a proper challenge." She paused for a few moments. Then she asked, "You said earlier, during your story... that you would have enjoyed his stomach if not for circumstances..." Aeran perked up and tilted her head, "...does that still hold true?"

The leopardess turned to more fully face the deity. Then she raised a brow as it if it was an illogical question. She smirked as she said, "Most definitely. I've always absolutely loved getting turned into lion scat. That incident didn't change that in the slightest." She did that little gesture again, where she slicked her paw back across her head and averted her eyes, hiding her bashfulness. "There's a bit of a joke with the prides and tribes around this area that the quickest way to turn me on is to eat me."

Monsoon looked a little surprised. She then began to grin a little more, and asked, "Is that your favorite part? The end?"

The leopardess swallowed and suddenly looked all the more sheepish. She murmured, "Y-yes... I mean... I love being swallowed, and squeezed by a stomach... b-but... just thinking about being someone's dirt always... always gets me really wet. Going down their throat as a leopard, and then, after they are done with me, pushing scat out of their back end... it just... makes me... really... aroused."

Monsoon slowly rose to her feet with a neutral expression. She stepped closer to the leopard and stared into her face. Aeran shrunk back a bit before seeing a lewd grin spreading across the deity's lips. She pinned her ears back and mewred a bit in excitement as the big lioness rumbled. Then she said, in a low voice, "If that's so... how does being my scat sound? Does the thought of getting churned into the solid waste of your patron goddess make you wet?"

Aeran let out a soft moan and rapidly nodded in a definite affirmative. There was a louder rumble from the goddess. She reached out and rolled the leopard over with one massive paw. Aeran settled onto her belly and flexed her claws against the ground, raising her head and then going wide-eyed as she saw the deity facing her, lined up with her much smaller body.

Monsoon growled playfully and held the leopardess in place with one massive paw on her back. Their muzzles came closer to one another before the deity's lips once again pressed tightly against the soft lips of the leopardess. She moaned with a faint shudder and pushed further into it. Monsoon rumbled and slightly tilted her head while her paw held Aeran right where she was. She could feel her champion melting beneath her paw, slowly becoming limp as her lips overwhelmed her mind with pleasure.

Slowly, Monsoon loosened her jaws. They began to open wider, and wider. Aeran soon opened her eyes just slightly and grinned as she saw what was happening. A tiny moan left her barely parted lips as her snout began to push inside. She could feel the goddess' warm breath breezing through her fur as her mouth stretched wide open. Those powerful jaws parted so far that the goddess' fleshy, velvety mouth and twitching, slimy gullet seemed to fill her entire field of view. She could feel the humidity from where she lay.

That paw on her nape pushed, and the leopardess was coaxed forward. Monsoon guided her champion's muzzle into her own with her tongue. It guided it inside with a gentle touch against her chin. The roughly textured appendage acted like a pathway between those deadly teeth, which did nothing more than tease her fur with their pointed tips. The intensifying heat and dankness brought forth a slight moan from Aeran.

Monsoon began to salivate heavily as she got her first taste of the champion. She opened her jaws a little wider and began to push her head in further The leopardess laid her ears back and blinked as the world became darker and the humidity became even more overbearing. She felt like she had her head under a waterfall from how much her patron goddess was drooling on her. It ran down her neck and down her body in rivulets, causing more sensual shudders to run through her form. Monsoon moaned at her taste and paused for a second as her face was firmly seated in her throat. She swallowed the drool pooling on her tongue, making all of those powerful muscles ripple teasingly on Aeran's face and tug at her, almost asking to drag her down that thick neck into the immensely damp abyss beyond. A deeply satisfying soundtrack of that swallow was all that she heard.

The bigger cat removed her paw from Aeran's neck and instead pushed forward with her great head. She relaxed the muscles in her throat and easily allowed more of the leopardess into her gullet, able to faintly hear her moans and feel her squirming. She gulped heavily and pulled the smaller cat deep into her neck. There was a slight bulge where Aeran's head rested just outside of the larger cat's torso. Aeran panted into the darkness as she curled her toes and struggled to stay still. Her loins already burned again with newfound arousal.

Monsoon shifted her position and stretched her jaws further as she began to take in the thicker parts of her champion. She squeezed her shoulders together and fed them into her mouth, steadily devouring Aeran with small swallows that squeezed on her from all sides and easily dragged her deeper. The grumbling of her stomach and the thumping of her heart were just audible over the whooshing of her breath. It was somehow even wetter in her esophagus. Spittle soaked her to the bone, soaking her in liquid warmth.

Her legs curled up as a larger swallow fully brought in her chest and her shoulders. Monsoon let out a deep groan of immense satisfaction as she filled her mouth with leopardess, now getting the first taste of her own cum. She dug her tongue into that fur and milked it for every bit of flavor she could. There was a pause here as she sucked on the smaller tree cat and let the taste sit. Aeran wriggled more and moaned heavily with her toes curling tightly. Monsoon was only encouraged by this protest. She slurped all around her and even gnawed on her with harmless movements of her teeth. Aeran slashed her tail and growled heavily with a deep shudder of immense tactile pleasure. Submerged up to her chest, Aeran was already in heaven.

Those teeth soon stopped their gentle gnawing and instead gripped down just slightly. They depressed her flesh but did not break it. The goddess lifted her immense head skywards, much imitating Fuulan when he devoured her. Monsoon let her jaws relax, now with the leopard angled straight down into her cavernous stomach. Her forelegs fully curled up against her tummy, and Aeran began the rapid slide downwards.

The goddess swallowed steadily as if she were drinking with her throat massaging the leopardess rapidly downwards. She pushed into Monsoon's abdomen, the bellows of her lungs and the thumping of her heart becoming deafening before slowly fading into the distance behind her. The heat only increased in intensity as the muscles seemed to grow even more insistent the further in she went. They pressed and pushed on her every inch, uniformly stimulating every bit of her hide.

The goddess flattened her tongue against the leopardess' belly and let it rasp along her nipples. Aeran gasped in ragged pants and moaned faintly as she saw starbursts in the darkness from the sheer arousal. Monsoon rumbled and growled as the taste only improved the further down she went. She lowered her head and halted the cat's descent. Most of her was ensconced in the deity's throat or internal esophagus. Only her hind legs and tail protruded out of her maw, while her rump sat squarely on the tip of her tongue. Monsoon again began to suck and slurp on her form. Now, however, her hind end was the object of these affections. She cleaned her cum and the champion's nectar out of the leopard's fur.

Saliva washed over the smaller feline's body from behind as she was savored like a particularly tasty piece of fruit. On top of the delicious mixture of their pleasureful excretions, Monsoon could taste how much this act was arousing her new heroine. Her tongue curled between her legs and upwards. The tip pressed teasingly into her tailhole for a moment, eliciting a sharp squeak and a clench, before moving down and instead digging into her well-creamed sex. It was still loose from their earlier rutting, and still oozing cum as well as secreting even more nectar.

The goddess pushed and prodded roughly into that tight cradle, pushing the leopard deeper into her gullet only for her to slide back into place due to the tension in the muscles of her throat. The leopardess snarled and thrashed her tail again. In reply, Monsoon just pressed harder, digging her tongue deeper into that tight snatch and pushing her further into her throat with each thrust. Aeran moaned loudly into the darkness and pushed her hips back as best as she could with each movement of that large tongue.

Now with how much movement they were causing, the leopardess was truly getting pushed further down her throat, albeit slowly. She felt the muscular tube tightening around her as she closed in on the sphincter approaching her goddess' stomach. She continued to roll her hips as she yowled and panted as her climax rapidly approached. The goddess began to tongue-fuck her harder, slowly tilting her head back as she felt Aeran getting closer to the tipping point. The leopardess held on for just a few more heartbeats before letting go.

She managed one more orgasm. It almost ached to let go a third time, but her body managed. She quaked and her eyes still rolled back as her paws curled and her tail thrashed. She only dribbled her nectar this time while her body rocked with a third orgasm. Monsoon curled her tongue further and relaxed her throat once again, gulping several times and quickly pushing that rump into her throat. As the leopardess rode out her orgasm her patron goddess closed her jaws and finished her off with a long, savory swallow. The last of her slid down the deity's throat and vanished into her body.

Aeran let out a long, warbling cry of pleasure as she was pushed through a thick sphincter by those powerful convulsions and pulled down by gravity. She slid down the rippled walls and curled as her back slid up against the back wall. The rest of her body followed, and she felt the entrance close behind her paws. The leopard gasped softly and squirmed vigorously until she had found comfort. Monsoon licked her lips in a slow, savory manner with a deep rumble of satisfaction. Her stomach was delightfully full and the wriggling within was a deep pleasure for her.

Her stomach was massive. It could barely be called cramped. The walls were slippery with slime, and the thick, cushioned flesh gave slightly as she shifted her weight about. The darkness was more comforting than fear inducing. The noise of her organs, faint through the stomach lining, provided a soothing serenade. Aeran slowly caught her breath as she melted into the heated, slippery embrace of the thick stomach walls. She rumbled in a teasing voice, "You certainly did not lie, my champion. That was one of the tastier treats I have enjoyed."

Aeran grinned slightly and purred louder as she wriggled into the sagging stomach, flustered by the compliment. The goddess rose to her feet and padded forth, slipping into the river to clean herself. The leopardess felt every little movement in the faint swaying of her stomach, rocking ever so slightly within the lioness. The walls of the stomach slowly began to knead the smaller cat, eliciting a soft purr as she closed her eyes and basked in the enveloping massage. There was no panic, here. She was about to become part of her patron goddess... at least most of her. The other part would be removed from her divine body later. True nirvana. On the outside, the leopard's presence hardly caused any distortion. One would have to look very carefully to notice any. Monsoon let the water rise up and eventually carry her weight. She floated idly in the cool water while her body worked on the champion cocooned within her. The stains of their recent rutting washed out of her fur as she bathed. She was already anticipating what would be the inevitable outcome of this act.

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Many hours had passed. Monsoon had enjoyed a fantastic catnap and some idle chatting with the locals, namely the local leopard tribe and the Mountain Pride. Now there was a pressure in her back end, a familiar feeling that signaled her champion's exit. The goddess found a soft spot in a secluded area and pawed a small indent into the ground. Then she turned around and slowly lifted her tail with her thick anal ring clenching from the sensation present in her rear end. Monsoon squatted slightly and arranged her paws comfortably, drawing a deep breath and then relaxing. The leopardess sat nearby and watched as a spirit in stasis, a little smirk on her ghostly face as she watched the waste that was her remains be evacuated.

She gently pushed. Her tailring slowly expanded as a soft moan left her lips. The first thick brown mass of former leopard spread her open and then pushed outwards. It would not have been nearly as erotic if not for who this dirt had once been. This first lumpy piece pushed outwards for some time before breaking off. It was followed by a couple of smaller pieces, each one slowly pushed outwards with each inch savored by her sensitive anal muscles. A few pitted bones appeared in the scat, further stretching her and making the deity flex her claws and growl in pleasure.

Her asshole spread even wider as the white, pitted skull of the leopardess was slowly evacuated from her back end, stained and dirty with muck. Monsoon held it in as long as she could, before it too inevitably fell from her body and added to the large pile. Another long piece slid free of her body and landed atop it. A couple more chunks pushed free before Monsoon felt truly empty. She rose to her full height and glanced behind herself as her tailhole clenched shut, grinning at the large pile she had made. Aeran huffed softly and flexed her incorporeal claws against the earth. She was quickly fading away.

She eyed it for a moment longer with a contented smile. She looked into the distance, in the direction of Aeran's den, and huffed softly. Then she made her way out to an open field and vanished in another flash of lightning. She had matters to attend to elsewhere. Meanwhile, her champion was reforming solidly like a manifesting spirit in her cave den, soundly and comfortably asleep in her nest. She would awake with complete memory of all that had transpired in the last day or so, now thoroughly blessed, and totally reformed, like she had been before meeting Monsoon's stomach.