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Birthing Day

The gorgeous, elegant, buxom, and far-into-her-third-trimester Princess Jasmine dabbed her brow with a dry towel as she looked over the railing of her bedroom balcony down at the sprawling palace courtyard below.

Her breasts were swollen into two full mounds, the nipples pert, and rested upon an enormous belly carrying three prenatal puppies.

The fennec handmaiden Sapphire made her entrance obvious by the clacking of her claws on the stone floor. Scenting the air with an agitated frequency, Jasmine clumsily spun around, surprising her servant.

"Oh!" Sapphire gasped, "Your highness, you snapped to me as if I were an assassin!"

"Well? What is it? Has the Poacher Queen attacked?" Jasmine asked, fighting to keep her balance. "Have the Cetans turned on us, has Myscindyr revolted, has father come in force to capture me?"

"No, none of it!" Sapphire said, trying not to laugh in the face of her ruler. "Jahaliya is at a moment of relative peace."

"Damn!"

"You seem so listless, Your Highness. Your library has books thrown all over the place! And really, twenty books about animal reproduction?"

"It has to go perfectly," Jasmine said, "Or I could rupture. I was kept locked up, a virgin, back in Perslamus. My vagina could be kinked like a hose."

"My Lady," Sapphire said, holding her paws to her own breast as she approached her old friend, "I have been serving you since I was a kit myself! The only things kinked are your feelings."

The jackal growled. "You're saying I'm hysterical. Overtaken by female hormones. That if any of my puppies come out as runts, I'll kill them and eat them out of mercy."

"Goddess!" Sapphire gasped, laughing in horror, "Jasmine, I have never heard such out of you! Goddess would never allow it, besides, but ... "

The deeply-pregnant Princess wobbled over to her, one hand under her belly and the other brandishing her claws.

"I know all that!" Jasmine snarled, but then forced her paw down and looked away. "I'm sorry. My mother died in childbirth. I won't make the same mistake."

"Mistake?! Your mother did nothing wrong!" Sapphire gasped, then lowered her voice. She knelt before her Princess, her nose pulsing as she scented Jasmine in full: a female in excitement.

Sapphire took Jasmine's paws into her own, blushing. Even at nine months pregnant, Princess Jasmine was the paragon of jackal beauty and sensuality.

"Please do not fret. Dr. Meigs has this all under control." Sapphire said, then bounded up to meet Jasmine nose-to-nose.

Their breasts squished together, and the fennec jumped when she felt a warm wetness on her modest chest. She blushed in her kite-sized ears.

"You're lactating, aren't you?"

Jasmine stepped back, then pulled at her teat, which spurted milk into her palm. She rubbed the thick fluid between her fingers. "It seems my body is doing everything pursuant to cultivating new lives. A mammal should be so surprised."

The dry sense of humor was also new for Jasmine. Sapphire quite enjoyed it.

"Shall I tell you the rest of what's in store?" the fennec asked, drawing her paws up and down the sides of her naked, pregnant Princess. Jasmine's swollen belly was so wonderful: Sapphire loved the way it squished her own flat abdomen!

"I'm sure I'll be getting lectures all day," Jasmine droned, "but I may as well do it while my groin isn't being split by natal skulls.

"At the creation of life! You're so morbid; it's horrible," Sapphire giggled. "But to assist you, Master Sawchuck's apprentice has constructed special equipment."

"The apprentice that built the stadium balcony which collapsed?"

"Oh, eggs and omelets!" Sapphire retorted, pulling herself against Jasmine.

A foot kicked Sapphire in the chest, so the rest of the fennec froze while her muzzle spread in an enormous smile. "Oh my Goddess..." she whispered.

Jasmine blushed. "They've been doing that all week; I'm so excited."

"Good, good," Sapphire whispered.

She took her Princess back into the bedroom and bade her lay down on her stomach. Sapphire hurriedly carved out a trench in the cushions, but Jasmine merely sat on the edge, her engorged stomach hanging between her knees.

"The Maharaja also had a paunch like this," Jasmine said, "but that was from his foul gluttony. This ... I hold a kingdom's future in this belly!"

Sapphire clapped, moving to light some candles. "Right you are! We also have a Midwife who is very experienced. She even coached a dragon through laying eggs and hatching them!"

"Irrelevant, but impressive."

"Lydra and Eleanor have also arranged a most beneficial magical service."

"Therefore," Jasmine droned, "we are prepared for an amniotic tsunami."

Sapphire laughed, making up some tea. Good to see Jasmine in steadfast spirit!

The Princess reclined on her bed, holding her belly with both hands, her full breasts falling to either one of her arms. She spread her legs just a little, flashing her velvety labia and giving Sapphire quite a sight.

The fennec squirmed, growing wet, tingly, and warm.

"Is ... is there anything I can do for you, my lady?"

"Get these devils out of me," Jasmine sighed, flopping around on her back as she failed to see Sapphire over her enlarged form. "What a swollen cow I am. Goddess strike me down! Stretch me over milk buckets before a thousand randy Jahaliyan males and I'll not only conceive an entire army, but feed it, too."

"You're getting cabin fever," Sapphire said, serving the tea.

The fennec fought the itch to pace the room.

Goddess, if I were trapped in here for the nine months, I'd have ripped my fur out.

"Can I summon Robin, your ever-loving wife?" Sapphire attempted.

"Oh yes," Jasmine sighed, "my lovely, shapely, buxom, and strong wife, who, unburdened with child, can carry me if I fall."

Sapphire blushed. Jasmine had been such a reserved and regal monarch of Jahaliya, delicate and precise on every issue. Now she was snapping at air like a feral dog on a leash.

Perhaps she should get Robin to cool her down.

"Can I get you anything to eat?" Sapphire asked.

"Yes, starving." replied Jasmine as she reclined impatiently.

***

In her usual efficiency, Sapphire had Robin escort the Head Chef and herself as he carted in the usual respast.

"Eating for four has lost its novelty," muttered Jasmine.

"Now you're just being nasty," purred Robin, "Calm down! You're glowing, beautiful, and correctly peckish!"

"Maternal duty." Jasmine responded as she lent an audience instincts and feasted ravenously.

The wolfess Princess purred and straddled Jasmine's legs, squeezing her breasts until they dribbled milk. Jasmine snarled, teeth gleaming white as she bogarted her meal.

The black wolfess bit the other side of the meat strip and the two wives played a tug of war, biting it closer and closer until they kissed.

Jasmine ripped the meat in two and swallowed, growling as she took another bite.

"I want out of the palace," she said with her mouth full.

Robin shook her head, palming Jasmine's swollen breast in one paw--her eyes widening at them--while she stroked the jackal's pussy with the other.

"That's a hard no, even if you bite my arm off next," Robin said to an open-mouthed, drippy-fang snarl. "You're verging on feral, by the by."

Jasmine snapped, clacking her teeth.

Robin shook her head. "Love, considering the delicacy of your physical and political position, we can't take any risks."

A pall seemed to overtake the pregnant Princess. Jasmine sniffled, then began to weep as she pressed the leg of lamb to her face as a security blanket. To her, the looming entrapment overwhelmed words.

Robin desperately shrugged at Sapphire, who shook her head. The wolfess drew a long, soothing breath through her snout, then let it out.

"I'll talk to Lydra. We'll figure something out, all right?"

"There are limits to what even the Goddess can do," Jasmine sighed.

Robin sucked in a sharp breath at the blasphemy.

"Sapphire," she said measuredly, "please get our sorceress and be quick about it."

***

"And then she started sucking on the bone like a pacifier!" Sapphire whispered, sending the pantheress Lydra into a fit of silent giggles.

"Our Princess is a font of passion," Lydra confirmed, juggling a little object in her paw. Under her other arm, she carried a box covered in black leather decorated in runes.

When they entered Jasmine's bedroom, they found the jackal humming lullabies in sated peace.

Robin leaned in around the corner, flipping through a messily-written notice from the Head Chef.

"The food budget is a wreck, but the mother hen is quiet."

"Oh, fuck off!" Jasmine shouted, throwing her perfectly-cleaned lamb bone at the wall next to Robin.

The room went silent as Jasmine regretted her impertinence.

"I'm sorry. This is just getting so difficult.. What about that stasis spell you broke Lisa out of?" Jasmine asked. "You could put me under until I go into labor."

"My dear Princess, you and your moods," Lydra said, setting her box on the vanity. "Please have faith that whenever I am working on a great project, know that I will bear something worthwhile!"

"Spare me the platitudes."

Lydra shrugged, then opened her black leather box and drew from it a flawless crystal orb which she balanced in her paw. Her face was reflected upside-down in its mass.

"I've linked this with the Queen's magic mirror--"

"Not the Poacher Queen!"

Lydra cleared her throat. "Begging your pardon, Your Highness, but I meant our Queen. Your husband's mother?"

"Oh."

Robin rolled her eyes at Jasmine's ejaculation.

Undeterred, Lydra held the orb before her. Smoke filled the orb, then was replaced by the countenance of Queen Malva of Jahaliya.

Jasmine gasped, claws flying through her long hair as she attempted to look respectable for her beloved mother-in-law.

"Good to see you in such feisty spirits, my daughter," said the kind wolfess's voice. "But be careful at what ankles you snap. You catch a megalodon, he will drag you to the bottom."

The orb then went clear again.

Lydra chuckled. "As you can see, it has excellent linking powers. Here," she said, then extended her paw. The orb floated across the room and landed on Jasmine's bedding.

The jackal wiped her hands before taking the device.

"It's a two-way device; that's very good," Jasmine said. "So where is my mirror? Two ways require two devices."

"Of course," Lydra said, then pulled a hand mirror from the same box. The pantheress walked it over to the jackal and set it in her paw.

"Perfect torture: I can be envious of all free spirits in Jahaliya while--"

"Jasmine!" Robin scolded, then softened, rushing to the bed and kneeling before her wife. The wolf kissed the jackal on the lips, then stroked her belly, then her pubis mons as the two shared a happy glance. "My love. Please have some confidence."

The jackal licked her wife between the eyes. "For you, I will. Now then, how do I control this?"

Lydra leaned over Jasmine and indicated a small, springy stick on the handle.

"Sylvia's girls call it a 'joystick' or some such, but it's more of a clit. Regardless, they were most helpful suggesting the basic design. Apparently these tiny control devices are somewhat prevalent in their old world for 'visual games.'"

Jasmine tried out the device, using her thumb to move the stick, thus the orb, in thin air. It darted around the room at first, then bore straight toward Sapphire, who screamed and ducked to avoid a concussion.

The orb bashed against the vanity mirror, shattering it, but itself remained perfectly intact.

Lydra drew a slow breath. "For better or worse, the orb is indestructible. Jahaliyans, alternately, are not."

Sapphire leaned over the controls, her eyes rapid and active, "Perhaps I could master it. That way, Princess Jasmine can enjoy the sights without distractions."

"That's a great idea," chimed Robin. "Jasmine will have plenty to worry about soon enough!"

"Really," Jasmine huffed, brushing her paws over the enormous mound between her breasts and thighs, "do I need any reminders?"

***

With excellent, manly poise, Prince Ryoga received his Majordomo John's report of Sylvia and Lydra's proposal over a grand dinner feast.

"It's all well and good," he said with a nod, chest firm and out. "And I do wish I could attend my wife's affairs, but current royal duties dictate otherwise."

John chuckled, shooing out a couple of servants who attempted to rush in scrolls for Ryoga to read and sign. "Sire, if you just sat still and stagnated in like other kingdoms, you would not be so gloriously occupied."

The Prince grinned. "It seems my kingdom is doing everything pursuant to cultivating great prosperity. A monarch should be so burdened."

To add to that charge, the Princess's entire coterie, Jasmine and Sapphire excepted, arrived to join the Prince for dinner and explained their plans.

"Our plan will not work without you, Sire," Lydra said, then shrunk as Sylvia scowled at her. "Not to pester you, but it is a task your wife will greatly appreciate."

Ryoga held his paw up and flat. "Do not spoil me with the particulars, Lydra, and therefore burden my wives. For her, I shall attend when you call me."

"And I'll make sure of that," quipped Robin with subtle steel.

Ryoga waved it off, and for the elegance of the gesture it seemed he was sending fairies into flight. "Point taken, and until then... Robin, I believe you have a visit to the new stadium in mind with that orb."

"Yes, we do." Answered Robin with a nonchalance hiding her intrigue at her husband's next words.

"In that case, why not make the excursion even more enjoyable and practical simultaneously? John, I delegate you as the Play Games stadium inspector, especially the royal observation balconies, and please take a selection of maids for the proper experience."

His cock hardening at this order, the muscular mouse could only state, "Yes, Sire" in his excitement.

Everyone rose to the Prince's pardon: that fling of the wrist indicated that his mind had moved elsewhere.

However, the wolf remained seated with his other paw resting on the hilt of his fork, spearing a great and succulent roast.

"You seem lost in thought, my love," Robin purred, resting her paws on her curvaceous hips. "Care to elaborate?"

The wolf smiled, his eyes lighting off old tapestries hung high in the hall. "Just lost in pondering, my love: at lust, duty, fatherhood, and other consequences."

"Quite deep of you, Husband"

The wolf smiled, setting his hands behind him. "Thank you."

He was just about to dismiss the lot when suddenly, the chandelier above them exploded into sparks and rained down a dreadful deluge of glass.

A mystic floating orb emerged from the mess and jolted toward John, who with a snap of his thick arm, seized the ball out of the air and held it out before them.

"Sorry!" called a wispy voice through arcane waves. "Still working with the controls!"

"Jasmine, my love," Ryoga called to the orb, "either your servant will improve her skill or I shall give her a fervid spanking."

"Really!?" asked the voice.

Ryoga's paw came up. "On second thought, the spanking shall be withheld."

The voice whined with great lamentations, then crackled out and ceased.

Ryoga smiled. "Authority is all in the application."

***

Out into a fresh, sunny, and windless day the Harem went out with John, General Athena, and their Matron, Sylvia, to the grand arena along with some hand-picked maids for the exercise.

Lioness Sylvia held the orb aloft and tossed it up for Sapphire to take control. The crystal ball gleamed in the sunlight, casting brief rays every which way over the flat, marked verdant field as it came to life with the forward momentum.

Back at the Princess's quarters, Sapphire smiled at Jasmine who nodded back. Jasmine reclined in her bed, one hand stroking her engorged belly. The jackal's eyes focused as her anticipation grew, and her body entered that relaxed state of total engagement. Robin sat close with her wife, hopeful for this playful exercise.

On the field of the Play Games the Harem met their athletes, many of whom were their companion lovers. As such, there was much nuzzling and grinning, licking and teasing of sensitive parts before they respectively resumed their positions.

Sylvia mustered them all with a firm clap of her hands.

Further out, beyond some hazard banners, worked the beaver Sawchuck and his construction crew on the finishing touches of the facilities.

"It's certainly a pleasure seeing you wonderful Sluts out and bouncing around," said a sturdy fox with an oddly long erection, "but we're just practicing here as usual."

"And we would watch you savory males for that alone," Sylvia said, squeezing the fox's chest, letting him nuzzle her enormous breast, "but today is special. Our cooped-up Princess, which is tuning in via magic orb, needs some amusement."

"Eh? What kind of amusement?" asked a rhino, swaggering with fat, swinging balls.

The hare General Athena, standing proud with her ears high and her brush helmet under her arm, nodded to Sylvia. "Core essence of the games. You know the squishy n' squirting drill!" she winked, "My sisters in Myscindrya have lived generations in isolation developing our prowess as warriors free of males. Hah! It's like warriors free of their left leg.

"As the apology goes," Athena said, respectfully nodding to Sylvia, "Goddess has shown us the error of our ways and saved us from the trap that Governess Cyndra nearly waltzed into, set by bitch Poacher Queen. These Play Games serve as our reward for the Goddess' penance we endured."

"You're in the same role as the rest of Jahaliya," Sylvia said, coming up to the General to stroke her arm and angle her chin upward. When the lioness came to the front of the tall hare, their large breasts pressed together with the rest of their firm athletic bodies to the arousing delight of many of the males and females.

"Very well," Athena answered, "then it is time for other things! We celebrate our union, displaying our strength and lust for the glory of Goddess."

The hare marched out to the center of the field, foisting her helmet in her fist as a holy relic, her General's cape blowing behind her. "After all, we are among friends and brothers with who have earned our trust, privileged to experience a side of us not meant for any other!"

Athletes and Harem cheered; the orb itself gave a quick whoop as it followed the hare closely.

Athena bent down, kneeling on the field with her knees wide. She placed her helmet just before her pussy as she squeezed her breasts, pushing them high. "After all, my sisters and I desire to celebrate our carnal athleticism with our firm, strong, and sensuous bodies as we play to enflame our lovers and enjoy their big, thick, pulsing cocks!"

The Athletes and Harem roared their approval, the females growing wet and the males growing hard at the proclamation, everyone mere seconds from pouncing each other.

"That's the spirit!" Athena cheered.

Sylvia inclined her chin, the lioness's version of a smile. "Two kinds of prowess will be demanded here, athletic and sensual."

She snapped her fingers and everyone straightened to attention. Breasts and cocks bounced only once, everyone standing excellently still.

"Our Glorious Warrior Sluts of the Harem shall be participating, but there will be restrictions for fairness. Goddess' Blessing is brilliant for our survival, but for a game it is just overkill."

"We Amazons don't do well with abstracts," General Athena said, stroking her brush helmet, "Why don't you give us an example?"

Sylvia inclined her eyebrows, her version of a grin. "Ah, I was not coming to that already. We'll have our new charge demonstrate!" she said, clapping her hands twice.

The sound echoed through the stadium, seemingly stirring a breeze among the short shorn grass.

A young raccoon girl emerged from the thicket of the Harem girls, wearing nothing but a colorful striped harness and a custom pair of thigh-high boots fitted with flat athletic treads.

The males cheered and drooled at the sexy, innovative new look. A scruffy canine sports aide, hard as a tree, whistled and pointed to a whole cart of them for the Harem to mob.

Drinking in the lust, Lisa gave a bow, tits hanging low for a moment, then walked to the starting line and looked back at the Matron lioness.

Sylvia's head gave a twitch of a nod, and then Lisa was off, bounding down the approach and rounding the curve. The Harem spurred her on, chattering with excitement, but then Tina gasped and pointed to the goal.

It was a High Jump station, all right, but the bar was set at least two persons high!

"Madame Sylvia, did we forget to set the bar?" she asked.

"I do not forget anything, strong Tina. I'm just glad Master Sawchuck created the thick landing pad I wanted."

"Yes, Marm!"

Lisa rounded the curve, then flung herself backwards into the air. Up, up, and up she went as if gravity suffered a brief relapse.

"Hey! What's she doing?" exclaimed a gazelle, bonking a girl in the head with her horns as she lunged forward.

Amid the hullabaloo, Athena coolly scrutinized at the unorthodox technique. "Interesting," she muttered.

Lisa's lithe, buxom body twisted over the bar, her back and tail curving in one smooth arc before she landed, shoulders and back, into the seemingly over-stuffed pad far down below.

"What did she do and why did she do it backwards?" asked one of the astonished males, still staggering at the feat.

"Quite simple, it's called the Fos--" Sylvia began, but Tina was all over it, pushing past the girls.

"That's the Brill Bend!" the muscular skunk explained, bouncing in place near a rack of discuses.

The lioness frowned, tail twitching irritably as she crossed her arms over her lush breasts.

Tina did not notice, and instead ran off to the males, bouncing before them, rapidly pointing toward the High Jump. "Learn it well, and you'll win the event because of your skill!"

The males were at complete attention in many ways, but looked at her quizzically for the extreme emphasis.

"Oh, right. It comes from the old world. An athlete named Debbie Brill invented it some time ago and it became a standard technique to master the event, maximizing height by lowering your center of mass below your body in midair."

"I don't understand," the rhino with the swinging balls asked, "is it magic?"

"No, Physics! The knowledge of mass and how it can move through time and space! Use it with your physical attributes," Tina giggled, leaning down to grope the rhino's massive sack. Already hard, the rhino leaned his head back and leaked pre from his lower head.

"Off with you now, my girls will illustrate!" Sylvia commanded, and just like that the males dispersed with Corsi and Natasha overseeing their practice.

"Still sounds like magic to me." Sylvia overheard one male mutter as the lot followed eagerly to learn this new secret.

Tina wiped her slimy hands off on her thighs and sauntered up to Sylvia. The lioness cleared her throat, her version of approval, then put her paw around Tina's elbow.

"Tina," she confided, leaning against the other nude female, "you know it is traditionally known the Fosbury Flop, for Dick Fosbury."

Tina shrugged. "Yeah I do. But would you rather clobber Myscindrya with a technique invented by a male or female?" She grinned.

Sylvia's eyebrows went up, as did her chin. "Hah. Very well!"

Athena jogged up to them, demanding the same explanation as Sylvia had, then stopped when she saw the two females in collusion. "I've been a warrior long enough to see that any sort of knowledge you're using looks like magic, so that's not my concern. The giggling, however. Seems like you're gonna be hiding some prank under the mat!"

"Not that at all, dear," Sylvia said, and then explained their Dick-Debbie debate.

Athena grunted. "Male or female, they'll hate losing to some old-world trick' My sisters won't see that move coming, but it's a lesson they'll deserve."

***

After practice was done at the High Jump--and an impressively efficacious session that was--Sylvia gathered the males and Sluts again on the field. Their scribe, a bat named Bryce, landed before Sylvia to deliver a gold-rimmed scroll held with amethyst-studded spools.

"Thank you, dear," she said, spreading out the document as the little black mammal flew off. "Ahem! Here at these Play Games, we declare a number of sensual events in addition to the normal track and field games we have learned in my old-world lectures. For example, there is the cake race where you Sluts will carry a large layer cake, endeavoring to reach the finish line without splattering it all over your breasts, face and stomach should you trip. Males shall be chasing you Sluts for inspiration; if you fall in your cake, you may be fucked in more ways than one!"

A frisky purr arose from the females, and a lusty growl from the males.

All was in order.

"Of course, there shall be wrestling in the mud, gelatin, and cream pie varieties, also pie jousting. Ride a horse, splat your opponent. Face is worth three, breast worth one unless the pie plate sticks. Then two. There will be on-foot varieties as well."

A baker stood at decent proximity, leading a team of draft horses to haul a massive barge full of the delicate pastries. The mud pool was off-center of midfield and a tank of green gelatin sat off on the other side of that. Each had a team of muscular males nearby wielding shovels.

"Oh, let's not forget the pool!" Corsi chirped up as she ran to the group, decorated in an assortment of honorary shells and fins from Cetaes.

"Pool?" Sawchuck balked. "Hardly. I built a lake!"

Sylvia cleared her throat, which floored the both of them. "As if I was not getting to it. Finally, as demonstrated by the retractable shutters making up the entirety of this great stadium's field, there are also several water events such as races, water volleyball, and synchronized swimming, with viewing platforms and mirrors from below and above so that we may admire our females and their excellent, firm bodies. For that, our aquatic Cetaen friends shall officiate."

"What about the weapon rack?" Jasmine asked, her voice pulsing from the orb that floated about the stadium. The Harem and Sylvia paused, looking at the innocent crystal ball that had snuck about them unnoticed.

"Ah, good Princess. Glad you are so invested."

"And quite pleasured!" the voice went with a slight moan. Even Sylvia grew wet from its implications. "Please continue."

"Goddess Bless Me, I'm not sure I can," the lioness purred. "Yes, there are also gladiatorial matches, but instead of flesh we'll be ripping clothes; that's how the points are scored. A grapple and a fuck to win the round!"

The participants cheered at the lewd, athletic spectacle, and the great, busty lioness closed the scroll and held it high for the triumph of all Jahaliya.

***

As the lioness Harem Matron expertly stitched together the athletes and Sluts with the Play Games program, Majordomo John lavished himself with a couple of maids on one of the stadium's fuck-balconies high, high above.

The muscular mouse detached himself from the viewing spyglass and settled into the balcony's lush, plump cushions, throwing one arm apiece over two of them, Kestrel the mouse and her equine comrade, Rhian.

.

On the tile beyond them, scribe Bryce landed with a clipboard, ready to take notes for architect Sawchuck. "Any critiques of construction, my Sire, just tell me!"

The equine leaned down and licked John's jaunty prick. John shuddered and grinned, spreading his legs and letting his balls rest on the padding.

Kestrel cupped them and said over a moan, "I like this place now, but these pillows and cushions will all have to be individually lifted and cleaned! Not to mention the floor for what fluids leech through. If not checked, it'll lead to ungodly promulgation of--"

John put his finger over her mouth, then directed her muzzle down to lick at his balls.

"Easy, now," he chuckled.

Rhian perked up, removing her tongue from his shaft. "Ain't that just like a male, puffing himself up to create grand structures, but never thinking hard enough about how they will have to be kept properly cleaned and maintained!"

Bryce put his paw to his ear. "Sawchuck, you hearing this?"

His clipboard lit up, and Sawchuck's voice came over them. "Don't tell me I'll have to construct the whole thing again! I just put in some time off to see the sweet seals from Cetaes!"

Kestrel giggled, her mouth full of one of John's balls. She removed herself with a pop, then wiped her lips, smacking them. "We'll just have to clean up after the messes their cocks make!"

"Now hold on!" John said as he leaned forward, his empathy getting the better of him. "We can have a good maintenance staff to care for the whole lot. No worries!"

"Oh," the lady mouse said, a grin spreading over her buck teeth. She took John's sack in both her paws, stroking the heavy stones. "Then we best break it in!"

Rhian threw her horse leg over John's waist and Kestrel's head, whereupon she angled her pussy against the tip of his cock. Kestrel reached to hold John's cock steady, then Rhian pressed down on it.

The Majordomo grabbed Rhian's frilly maid apron and tore the top off, exposing her breasts and leaving only the bottom flap to her delight as he pushed up into her for the start of their great fuck.

Kestrel kept her apron and bonnet on, eagerly knowing they'd be next.

Their fuck proceeded in wonderful, writhing formations, giving the pillow pile the proper inspection Ryoga wanted even as they groped and thrusted with abandon.

Bryce, hard and freely dribbling pre, openly masturbated with his wing and was soon joined by his boss Sawchuck, both of the males going at themselves while John, Kestrel, and Rhian spun about in wild erotic passion.

With the wonderful sexy frenzy at full tilt, staff began assembling by the entrance. Sawchuck put them to use by ordering a few mirrors so that they, the observers, as well as the participants, could see the lusty performance from any spectacular angle.

Some delighted in seeing the action in whole, while others loved the deep, zoomed-in angle of John's cock thrusting into Kestrel's cunny or alternately, Rhian's mouth working its most agile equine tongue.

"Come join us, you two!" John called out as Rhian grabbed his firm, muscular rump.

Sawchuck wiped his moist forehead even though he was dribbling much more down below. "I'm most obliged, Majordomo, but I'm on duty and still on probation with Ryoga regarding the accident." he explained with a foreboding self-consciousness.

Bryce chattered and blushed, moaning as he couldn't hold on anymore. A maid rushed in to catch the bat's resultantly squirting spunkropes on her face and tits.

Between the two floated Jasmine's magic crystal orb, at which John blushed intensely. "Y-your Highness!" he said, fighting for his composure as Kestrel squeezed his cock between her tits. "I hope this demonstration satisfies your needs!"

Lusty slurps and moans came through the crystal ball. "Robin's not complaining! Keep going," she said to Robin, whose licks and groans came from below Jasmine as the jackal's hip gyrated to such stimulation. "As for you, Majordomo, this won't be your last show! I am thinking of using this drone later from time to time in the Illusion Cave while you play out your sexual fantasies for your Princess."

"Ooh," cooed Kestral between sultry licks of her lover's balls, "may I help?"

"Of course, I'll draw up the proper scheduling for you girls and the harem later!" Answered Jasmine as she fought to maintain her own coherence as the sights and Robin's attentions bombarded her.

"A-as you wish, Your Majesty! Oh Bless me!" John said as a myriad of scenarios swirled through his mind from the deepest lust in his imagination. With such inspiration, John moaned and thrust deep into Rhian's pussy, filling her with hot seed and setting her off as well. The horse whinnied in delight, the silky walls of her cunny clutching at the mouse's mighty member.

A third moan came from Jasmine as she climaxed into Robin's muzzle. "Yes," Jasmine said through heavy breaths, "We'll all be having a fun fuck as the Harem and our lusty Amazons play in the Fuck Games! I mean fuck in the Play Games. Bless me, is my head swimming!"

Robin coughed over the crystal ball, droplets of femme nectar dribbling onto the bedroom floor. "You're swimming?! Speak for yourself, my love!"

Back in Jasmine's bedroom chamber, the jackal lay sprawled out on the bed, her thighs wet from a most passionate cunnilingus. She pawed at her swollen tits, squeezing at the sensitive nipples until milk squirted out.

Robin crawled up on the bed, over Robin's enormous belly, and leaned in to peck her on the lips.

The jackal intercepted her with a finger. "Did I say I was finished?" Jasmine murred.

The black wolfess's eyes went wide, searching for an answer. "I, well, yes? Your pussy did all the talking!"

Jasmine smiled, then shook her head. "And you didn't listen." She pushed on Robin, then with a great force of effort and a groan, somehow managed to sit upright despite her huge stomach. She put her paw on the top of Robin's head and pushed her back down.

"That was just Act One of the play, and my emission was the intermission. Set the stage and do the Muse's work!"

Her wife smiled, nodded, then flexed her jaw. Robin's heart and her own cunny, flush with hot, wet nectar and its netherlips sensitive to the touch, wished with every throb of her heart to please her wife.

But Goddess Bless her if it wasn't a lot of work!

Robin placed her paws on Jasmine's knees and pushed them apart, revealing the jackal's puffy, sweet labia already shining from her vaginal juices and Robin's tongue.

The wolfess felt her own clit buzzing with need. She was about to burst! But her own climax would be all the sweeter with Jasmine gasping and groaning with delight.

Robin put her nose against the jackal's clit. Goddess, it was hard and wonderful! And she nuzzled it delicately, sending shocks of pleasure through her wife's body. Jasmine's thighs spasmed with her sensitive nub being teased by the wolfess's cold, wet nose.

With delight, Robin began her wifely duty, first drawing her long wolf tongue up against Jasmine's netherlips, keeping the sweet, wet labia together as she ran it all the way up to the clit, which she then suckled.

"Oh, Goddess, yes!" Jasmine moaned, pressing the back of her forearm against her forehead and groping her swollen breast with the other.

Blame the countless feminine hormones rushing through her engorged, pregnant body, but the jackal already seemed to be on-edge!

As Robin dove deeper, angling her tongue between Jasmine's lower lips and pressing it against the pliable, wet entrance of her vagina, the jackal's yips and whines rose to an all-new height.

Robin was shrouded in darkness between Jasmine's thighs, additionally blinded by the girth of her great belly, but her senses of taste, touch, and smell were all she needed.

The wolfess increased her licking, pushing her tongue against the labia, then between them, the long wet muscle thrusting into Jasmine's vagina.

Robin could feel her tail raised all the way, her own cunny drooling on the floor. Just the force and electricity of Jasmine's climax would send her over the edge!

So she kept going, her buxom breasts swinging with the caresses and thrusts of her tongue. The bed thumped from Jasmine's fists, the jackal in a haze of sensuous pleasure, her footclaws scraping at the hardwood floors.

Robin augmented her lavish attention with her paw, gently squeezing Jasmine's clit, rubbing it with her thumb as she lapped deeper and deeper into her wife.

Jasmine's thighs went rigid, her feet stomped, and she howled as she poured forth. Her vagina contracted against Robin's tongue, and her juices poured forth, soaking the wolfess's muzzle again.

Robin erupted as well, squirting splash after splash between her knees on the hardwood floor.

Jasmine's juices kept coming, and Robin found herself gulping down what seemed like pints of the stuff.

The flavor changed as well, and Jasmine's yipes rose into screams.

"Oh Goddess, it hurts, it hurts!"

A final wave surged over Robin's face, and the wolfess was up and coughing.

"Your water br--" Robin started, then clapped her hands over her muzzle. Her heart was thundering like a thousand arrows against a steel shield.

"My love," she attempted, but Jasmine was flat against the bed, claws tearing the duvet to shreds as she yelped and shrieked, her thighs jerking and her head hard against the pillow and cratering it.

"It's all right, it's all right," Robin panicked, pacing the room, slipping on the amniotic flood and almost falling. "Shit, no it's not."

Robin ran to the door and flung it open. The heavy wooden door smashed against the wall, startling the guard in the hallway who had already stopped masturbating when he heard the screams.

"You know," the dullard said, chewing on some inexplicable cud, "I heard that the Princess was getting close to term."

Robin was about to kick his balls for such obtuseness.

"And so I was thinking," he continued, "as good as you are at pleasing the missus, maybe perhaps she is going into labor?"

"YES, THIS IS FUCKING IT!" Robin screamed. "GET THE MEDICS, GET THE SORCERESSES, GET THE ARMY, GET EVERYONE!"

The startled guard saluted so hard, his helmet rang with a mighty clang. "Right away, your highness!"

In absolutely no time--they were waiting around the corner--two nurses in excellent, sexy nurse aprons and bonnets rushed into the room with a stretcher on a gurney and carefully loaded Jasmine upon it, giving her the quick instructions to "keep breathing" and "yes, this process hurts a bit."

Sapphire was not far behind, but the fennec rushed back into the room to pick up Jasmine's mirror controller as per her own instructions for this event. Fighting to keep calm, she maneuvered the orb to Sylvia for the alert.

"Sylvia," she spoke through the crystal ball as it arrived to the grounds, interrupting the lioness who had been instructing Play Games athletes, "Paging Dr. Stork."

The lioness frowned. "Sapphire, my dear, we don't have a Dr. Sto-- Oh Goddess!" she gasped. "Don't worry, we're on our way!"

Sylvia shot into action, clearing her throat as she struggled to regain her cool. Sylvia clapped her hands, which brought every athlete and Amazon to attention, as was correct.

"Harem, it is time. This is not also a time for panicking, and in fact you will be severely reprimanded for doing so. I'm talking about the yardstick, oh yes. Please board the boat home in an orderly fashion, single file, as the Princess is in labor."

Tina screamed in her preferred concision, blasting through the rhino and the fox. "All hands on deck! Move it, Sluts!"

Sylvia cleared her throat, which froze Tina in place.

The muscular skunk shrunk to the size of a pygmy. "Ah, sorry, Marm."

"Any more rabble-rousing and you will be the first of your kind: the naughty Jahaliyan red-bottomed skunk."

"Of course, Marm."

***

Back at the palace, word reached Dr. Meigs by way of a rabbit in the palace staff.

This messenger gasped for breath, secretly amazed he'd crossed three courtyards in the time it took him to blink.

One extra gulp of air was all he needed. "Princess Jasmine has gone into labor!" he told the blue vixen.

Dr. Meigs grabbed her notes and proceeded to the infirmary. On her way, her ear quirked down the passageway where the clatter of guards and nurses approached from the floors above.

***

That clatter came to a halt when the nurses reached a long, high carpeted staircase that had black rabbit footprints smoldering in the padding.

Robin dabbed Jasmine's forehead with a cool cloth, whispering quiet reassurances. "Just breathe, my love. Just breathe."

Robin pointed down the staircase and turned to the guards. "Is there a better way? We can't send my wife up this perilous path!"

"It's all right, your Highness!" said the nurse in front, then she and her partner maneuvered Jasmine's stretcher to the banister. "Could you give that sconce on the wall a tug?"

The wolfess cocked her head, then wrapped her paw around the bracket of a lamp on the wall. "This one?"

The nurse nodded, so Robin pulled the fixture down on its hidden hinge.

With a clean thud, internal mechanisms in the wall clattered and golden forks emerged from the stone, just the right width for the stretcher. The nurses and stationed orderlies set Princess Jasmine down with care, then had Robin twist the lamp toward the upper landing.

The stair rail clicked into action, smoothly sliding Jasmine, on the special stretcher, the few storeys all the way to the base with the nurses and orderlies holding a firm grip.

Queen Malva, Dr. Meigs, Lydra, and Eleanor were waiting for them with a frumpy, scowling warthog: the Midwife.

"Is the princess through with that fun ride?" The Midwife snorted in annoyance as she oversaw the transfer to the waiting gurney.

Meigs rolled her eyes. "Actually, I can agree with that. Any longer and she might as well have the babies on the floor. Snap to it! And where is Prince Ryoga?!" she said to Lydra.

"Coming as fast as he can," Sapphire said, playing with the orb controller. Her huge ears went down and her eyes went wide. "I hear approaching hoofbeats in the Palace Halls!"

Dr. Meigs pursed her lips, her version of laughter. "That incorrigible aristocrat."

"But a very effective husband!" Robin giggled.

They gathered about in the infirmary and the nurses gently lifted Jasmine from the stretcher into the birthing chair, putting one foot at a time into the stirrups while Robin diligently wiped her brow.

"I need potions, I need numbing magic!" Jasmine yelped.

Meigs knelt in front of the Princess, her nose pulsing as she pushed her glasses up to her eyes. "She is already quite dilated. Everything is proper. You have a premier cunt, your Grace; nothing will be a problem."

"You're doing so well, Jasmine," said the Queen. "Better than I when I was having Ryoga!"

"It hurts so much!" the jackal cried. "Please, Lydra, something!"

The pantheress moved forward until Meigs snapped her fingers. "My apologies," said Meigs, "such arcana is untested and risky. We're sticking to the plan!"

Succumbing to empathy, Robin grabbed her wife's head and cradled it against her bosom. "There, there, it'll all be fine."

The Midwife stomped over to Robin and wrestled her arms free. "What are you trying to do, break her neck?" the warthog gruffed. "Leave this to the experts!"

Taken aback, Robin bared her teeth and growled. Malva arched her eyebrow at the exchange.

Meigs snapped her fingers again, her other paw poking and prodding at Jasmine's labia, ensuring her vaginal opening was spreading well. "She is correct, Princess."

"I'm in so much pain ... these pups won't have a mother!" Jasmine cried.

The clatter of gold-shoed hooves came through the doorway, and Prince Ryoga burst into the infirmary in crown, cape, riding gloves, and a one-ton steed.

The giant horse reared on its hind legs, smashing its head against the ceiling and raining plaster down on all of them. It let out a great whinny that drowned out Jasmine's cries.

"Get that beast out of here!" shouted everyone in unison, including Jasmine.

Robin ran up to the side of the horse and began smacking the horse's side and Ryoga's leg alternately. "Goddess damn you and your great stunts, husband, this is the infirmary and you are contaminating it!"

"My apologies!" Ryoga grinned, dismounting and falling his entire body's height from his mount. He turned it toward the door and gave its ass a mighty slap. "We are going to have a baby and I was in a hurry!"

The one-ton beast whinnied again and bolted out the door, raising a great fuss as it bowled over a coterie of sentries moving to guide it out.

Pulling plaster out of her hair, Lydra kissed the Prince's hand as he presented it. "I'm glad you arrived on time, my Liege--"

"Fourteen minutes late!" Meigs said.

The pantheress hissed at the blue vixen. "--and I'm pleased to assure you that everything is under control."

"All right," Ryoga said a little loudly, dusting off his cloak, "sorry I wasn't better apprised of the situation, but duties and all."

Robin grumbled, still in a tiff after being so thoroughly rejected by the Midwife. "There were plenty of Lamaze sessions, husband. Could you have sacrificed one of your baby-making sessions for a baby-having session?"

"Come now, wife number two!" he chuckled, moving to the side of Jasmine opposite the warthog. "With the Goddess' Blessing and Jasmine's excellent health, how hard could it be? Besides. Labor can take days. We'll all get the hang of it." When he began stroking his second wife's hair, the jackal paused in her labor-induced moans to snap at his paw.

Meigs rolled her eyes, knowing that correcting him would be hopeless.

Jasmine whimpered, writhing in the birthing chair.

"Almost full dilation!" Meigs said. "The first is crowning!."

The expression on Robin's face turned dark, but before she could lay into her feckless husband, Lydra laid a paw on her shoulder and whispered, "We're ready."

Ryoga shrunk at her glare. "Now then, dearest--both of you--perhaps I was mistaken. But we'll have plenty of time for restitution--"

Strangely, Robin smiled. "Actually, I'm glad you skipped the details; you have a lesson to learn. Eleanor?"

The rabbit gathered up her magic wand microphone and nodded.

"What must I do?" Ryoga asked.

The nurses spread out a soft pallet on the floor, which Robin lay down upon and spread her legs.

In position to see both of his wives' groins, the difference between them gave Ryoga a shock.

Robin looked at him from between her breasts and knees, grinning queerly. "Get ready to push."

The wolf's cock went hard at the command, so the Prince threw off his cape, pawned his crown to a nurse, and knelt between her shins, angling himself in. "As you wish!"

Lydra gave the signal to Eleanor, who began to sing.

Ryoga was mid-thrust into the wolfess's slick, velvety canal when a horrible cramp hit his stomach. The wolf braced himself against Robin's knee, panting, while his other paw massaged his guts.

"What in Goddess'--"

"A transferral spell," Lydra said, her teeth, claws, and eyes glowing as ethereal magical ribbons began flowing between Jasmine and him.

"What, from the labor?" he asked, then resumed his husbandly duties, pushing into Robin and shakily murring as his balls tightened up. Lydra nodded.

Eleanor resumed her song, which soon was matched by a loud howl from Ryoga. The wolf bent over Robin and bucked his hips faster, trying to fight the immense pain with pleasure. "I-I didn't know it was this bad! Fie, perhaps ignorance is not bliss!"

Not to be consumed by her own spite, Robin instead leaned into Ryoga's thrusts, murring luxuriously as the wolf's hot thick cock filled her again and again.

"Now Ryoga," his mother said, keeping her smile serene against her son and her daughter-in-law's plight, "you were eager to help in the process when it was fun; it should be a blessing you are able to help her through the tough part!"

"Yes, mother! Oh, Goddess help me!" he cried, one arm fast against his stomach as the other groped Robin's breast, his hips quick at keeping his cock steady and driving.

Robin pulled his head down for a kiss which Ryoga whined into, his thighs quivering.

"Doctor, it's working!" Jasmine gasped, reclining back on the chair as her belly shifted. A feeling of loving strength helped her along even as her pain eased as if diluted.

"Keep pushing!" Meigs and the Midwife scolded her in unison.

Jasmine frantically nodded and leaned forward again, huffing and puffing to push seemingly enormous living beings out of her body. She felt a strange surge and focus, in complete control of the heavy load an extra set of strangely familiar hands are helping her along..

As magic coursed away from her to Ryoga, a second stream coursed back to her breast. Ryoga kept thrusting as the understanding of his own contribution dawned.

Eleanor's song was in full tilt now, and the whimpers and groans between Jasmine and Ryoga settled into equilibrium.

"I hope you're about there, my love, because oh!" Ryoga gasped, arching his back as he climaxed into Robin, filling her cavity with spunk.

"There it is!" Meigs cheered, and received the first pup, a male, into her arms. The fox snipped the cord with scissors from her coat pocket, then gave it the breath of life with a few taps to his chest.

She handed the little bundle to a nurse and then waved her away, letting the nurse wrap the cub as Meigs focused on the continued task. Meanwhile, Queen Malva carefully recorded the time of birth of her first grandchild and completed the certificate by dipping the infant's footpaws in ink and stamping the document.

"Let us prevent a future succession crisis by keeping the timing of their births straight! Sibling rivalries are bad enough without such overhangs"

Ryoga relaxed as he turned to Dr. Meigs and Jasmine. "That was quite fantastic; I'm so proud of you--"

Robin swatted him in annoyance. "Keep going, you lascivious oaf! We are having a litter!"

"Right!" the Prince said, then rubbed his paws together and flipped the wolfess over, deigning to drill her doggy-style as Eleanor slipped into verse two.

A cavalcade of footsteps rounded the corner and bodies filled the door. Tina and the rest of the Harem gasped and cooed at the harrowing spectacle, to which Sylvia struck the nearest one's paw with a ruler.

Restoring order, the lioness asked inside, "Dearies, is everything alright?"

"Smashing!" Robin moaned as Ryoga pushed her face against the pallet, penetrating her at a deep angle.

All proceeded in great, but harried, order, with Meigs and the Midwife keeping control while Robin and Ryoga fucked with determination until Jasmine gave one final push, Ryoga one final spurt, and the good ordeal was done.

The Harem applauded, which Sylvia allowed.

Eleanor cleared her throat. "Thank Goddess; I was getting quite parched!"

Ryoga stumbled to his feet, soaked from the waist down in love juices. He kept his paw to his stomach. "You had the easy job."

Jasmine lay in the stirrups, breathless, with three tiny, shorthaired cubs nestled against her breast. The new mother licked them clean, her eyes moist with joy.

Queen Malva sighed, feeling a wave of nostalgia and tenderness moisten her own eyes. "All around, well done," she said, "And thank you everyone for your help."

Her servants bowed, then the Queen clapped her hands. As the harem led the prince out of the room, Groomers came in to assist the jackal in cleaning up while nurses helped with the afterbirth.

The nurses then assisted Jasmine into a gurney and escorted her to her quarters, Queen Malva and the Midwife following alongside to field the several questions the new mother had.

Ryoga leaned against a counter, massaging his guts. He directed the groomers over to Robin, who was laying spreadeagled in a puddle of their afterglow. Her sexy, slick, creampie cunny gave the male groomer quite the rise.

"Perhaps I'll have the next child," he joked to Lydra. "A magic uterus or somesuch. As penance!"

The pantheress smirked. "I couldn't do that to the other Princesses; you'd be the fairest in all the land. We'd miss your penis."

"As would all of Jahaliya."

***

The three of them sleeping soundly in their bed, Robin awoke as the mattress on the other side of Ryoga dipped, then sprung back.

The wolfess sat up, carefully, while their wolf Prince sonorously snored with a Hellbeast's reverse-howl.

Jasmine's shapely, if a touch deflated for the moment. silhouette drifted past their twin vanities, then out through the side door. Creeping on acute predator's feet, Robin stalked her wife to the next room.

Sheathed in the darkness of her own fur, the black wolfess hid in the gap between the doorway and a changing table, keeping her eyes slitted and ears pricked.

"So how much milk is too much?" Jasmine whispered to the Wet Nurse, a badger, who had the female in one arm and the second male in the other. Both nursed at her breasts while the third one slumbered in the crib at her feet being slowly rocked. "Do their bellies bulge? Or what if I run out; how fast do mine recoup?"

The jackal held her breasts out at the badger as if they needed further inspection, but the Wet Nurse merely tutted and smiled. "Some of it is instinct, most of it is playing by ear."

"Are there different cries for different needs? Food, nap, nappies, love?"

The badger chuckled. "There are cries for nothing at all but for stretching their lungs!"

"This is too complicated. I'll have Lydra make a magic potion that will--"

The male in the crib whimpered and started to wiggle.

"Shh, shh," the Wet Nurse chided Jasmine. "Leave the panicking for the little ones. They have a lot to learn and need a steady paw to guide them!"

Robin snuck out from the shadows, making sure her claws clicked on the floor to signal her coming. Jasmine quickly turned, to which the wolfess also shushed her.

"Love, you've had such a full day!" Robin whispered, "and your constitution is taxed as it. Come to bed, won't you?"

"You've a royal's privilege of a proper night's sleep away from your cubs," the Wet Nurse added, "which means you will never be tired to give them your full attention and love!"

The jackal's muzzle flattened and she sighed. "I feel guilty not attending to them. In Perslamus I was in a litter of twenty, a pile of puppies crawling in their own mess--"

The female at the badger's tit broke off, blindly whining and groping.

Robin put her paw over the end of Jasmine's snout, closing it. "Please keep those memories away from your cubs until they are teenagers or older."

Tears came to the jackal's eyes. Robin sighed, hugged her, and nuzzled her. "You are a mother and nothing will change that. Your concern even now proves you're going to be a fine one."

The badger nodded. "Your love gushes like a raging river. Now get thee to bed. You have a full eighteen years of child-rearing ahead of you!"

Jasmine bit her lip, looked between Robin and the Wet Nurse, then exhaled through her lips. "You're right. Both of you. Thank you so much!" she said to the badger, then leaned toward her to hug her.

Pain shot through the jackal's abdomen and Jasmine hissed, holding it. "Oh, Goddess, am I getting sick?"

Robin frowned. "You ... do know how those cubs got there, don't you?"

"Right! The birthing!" Jasmine whispered, "They came out of me, didn't they?"

"How could you forget about that?!"

The male in the crib was awake, so the Wet Nurse grabbed it by the nape and held it up to Jasmine, who took her son and cradled him. "A good scent impression will reinforce me as his mother," Jasmine said, seemingly out of a textbook.

The wolfess chuckled. "I swear, you're just as scatterbrained as Ryoga sometimes."

"Quite the opposite!" the jackal said said, lapping at her infant's head. "I've been so dearly occupied with studying how to care for my children and ensure their proper raising that, well, I just had to get going!"

The pup took to her immediately, grabbing its mother's whiskers in its tiny paws as it pushed its nose to hers.

The badger gruffed in approval. "I believe tonight, alone, is the sincerest proof of maternal worthiness I've seen in a long time."

"Can I sleep with you, for the scent of course? With the pups?" Jasmine asked her, cringing as the cub yanked a whisker.

The Wet Nurse frowned, looking between the three cubs. "You may scent me, dear, but the cubs had best be in their crib."

"Of course," Jasmine said, then jumped a little as Robin swept in, carefully gathered the three pups in her arms, then set them down in their cribs. The wolfess' face lit up with the warmth of the longest, darkest black-sand beaches of fabled lands.

Perhaps Robin was coming down with puppy fever.

Jasmine smiled and then wrapped herself around the Wet Nurse, nuzzling the badger's face before Robin returned, tugged at her wife's tail, and urged her back to bed.

As the Wet Nurse lay the three cubs in their cribs, tucking each of them snugly in, Jasmine sniffled one last time, reaching out to the litter with her paw.

"Rest well, Scions of Jahaliya," she whispered. "Know you are in the best of loving care that Goddess can provide."

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