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\n\t\t\t\t\tblondieblackStory by me.
This one has tauric pregnancy, battle, gory end to pregnancy but no death this time around. :P So tread carefully, please.
The full-sized versions of the illustrations which I've embedded in the PDF, can be found here.
Tribal reproduction customs
\t”Aren't we both so full of life, Grila?”, the extremely pregnant jaguar tauress purrs as she ponderously shuffles in front of the large silver mirror, gradually taking off her jewelry while admiring the low-hanging gravid belly which crowds the space between her legs and keeps bumping into them during every motion. The other tauress who has already stripped completely bare and rests her enormous girth on a long and wide mattress set on the stone floor, shifts her legs a tad while nodding. ”Agreed as I can feel it every waking moment, Kryll – and I will still feel it for over a month once I best you tomorrow.”, she replies in a chuckling tone, eliciting a brief growl from the other tauress who is nearly done setting her jewelry atop a long wooden bench beside the mirror.
\t”Nuh-uh!”, Kryll replies as she turns around one meticulous step at a time, affording the other tauress a scowl and a finger shake before her expression turns into a playful grin. ”You wish, sister, I bet it's you who'll lose that tummy tomorrow as I've been training hard!”, she laughs as she waddles towards the bed with her extremely pregnant belly rubbing against her legs at every step, awkwardly half-sliding and half-falling into the bed to roll onto her side so that her underbelly lightly presses against Grila's. After some chuffing and shifting both tauresses align themselves so that they can easily reach each other's anthro torsos, slipping arms around the others waist.
\tFor some time the duo simply caress each other's curves amid soft moans and chuffs, their eyes squinted from pleasure as they both eventually end up jostling their sister's engorged breasts to cause rivulets of milk dribble down their pelts. Her nose twitching from the mild scent of warm milk, Grila soon affords her sister a playful wink as she cranes her neck to allow her muzzle to reach the breast she's cradling – a uncontrollable shiver shooting through Kryll's body when she's suddenly being nursed from. In mere moments both of their neckhairs stand up from the excited tingling which spreads through them thanks to their taboo relationship… even if it was often tacitly overlooked as long as they were willing to submit themselves to be bred to have huge litters despite their interests laying primarily in studying the art of war and leadership.
\tWith milk leaking past her teeth and gums as she greedily suckles on Kryll's engorged mammary, Grila can sense how the contents of her sister's enormous womb grow more active, their mother's raunchy mood stirring her cubs… their visible kicking and squirming making Kryll's perky teats ooze milk randomly as they are jostled. ”You were always the more submissive one, admit it… you want to be milked every day...”, Grila murmurs after pulling her milk-stained muzzle away to simply lick her chops and cradle Kryll's breasts, watching her sister pant softly. In the pleasant haze of sexual gratification, Kryll herself gazes out into the night and nods absent-mindedly, whipping the mattress with her tail as they lounge while deep rumble escapes her throat. ”Mmrrrrnnn...” Pleased to see her sister's reaction while ignoring the uncomfortable tension of her own breasts and teats, Grila continues to leisurely tease her long into the night as they both attempt to sleep despite their overburdened wombs.
\tThe next morning has a completely different tone from the last evening as both sisters begrudgingly get up at daybreak once their servants arrive and begin to gear up for their inevitable duel over reproductive rights, servants helping the two with all the ceremonial bracelets and other adornments due to their floor-brushing heavy girths severely hindering their mobility and reach. Once they're all set with jewelry and brightly coloured ceremonial headgear, their weapons are brought over so that they can wrap the knife belts around their waists and grab the sharp bronze-tipped spears, both of them eyeing each other contemplatively as they test out the balance of their weapons. In fact, Grila spies rather lively movement under the tightly stretched hide of Kryll's gravid tummy, the other jaguar-taur twitching almost imperceptibly every now and then… whereas Grila's own massive litter mostly behaves itself in her straining uterus. Nevertheless both taurs are equally heavily burdened by by the weight of the cubs in their greatly distended lower bellies and thus all their movements happen almost in slow motion as if every step and change of direction needs to be calculated not to upset their balance or needlessly expose their highly vulnerable flanks which present a disproportionally large target. Even their anthro torsos suffer from the mass and girth of their milk-engorged breasts, the uncontrolled swinging of their mammaries limiting their swiftness as they test out their weapons on thin air.
\t”Ready for it, Kryll? Litter's not giving you any problems I hope?”, Grila asks her now-adversary with a sly toothy smirk in hopes of further unsettling her, earning a derisive snort in return from Kryll who is now seemingly unfazed by the visible kicking in her low-hanging belly although her considerable girth still gives her issues with her hindlegs randomly ramming her flanks.
\t”Don't you worry about my litter, sister, just worry about yours – battle until the first amniotic fluid, wasn't it? Are you ready as well?”, she retorts when they both face each other and take a fighting stance, their servants forming a loose ring around them on the soft grassy knoll which has been chosen as the traditional arena.
\tDespite their spirited demeanors both sisters sense fearful pangs and ripples within their straining uteruses as they brace themselves for combat over which one of them will be the continuing the royal lineage and whose cubs would be cut out to be given to commoners and raised as regular citizens. Not to mention the loser would become an indentured servant of the winner to allow the winner to fully focus on populating the empire until old age, and any further use of the loser's reproductive system was subject to the winner's will… a number of sibling rivalries in the past had led to rather disturbingly creative use of this right, including one well-known case of the ”permanently tipsy princess” where the loser's womb had been turned into a permanent wine barrel complete with a tap installed into her vulva.
\tRergardless of their misgivings this was the tradition, and with a tacit nod to each other the duo abruptly start their battle – both going for the easy kill with a powerful thrust and both missing as their strong legs manage to swing their full bellies just out of of the way. ”Not going to be that easy, sis~”, Grila snerks while Kryll shuffles a couple of steps backwards to ready her weapon again, the jaguar tauress grizzling with her ears splayed. ”Don't you start! You didn't do any better~”, she hisses and dodges another thrust which grazes her foreleg this time, responding swiftly with a strike of her own that ends up being deflected by Grila's anthro torso slamming sideways into the spear. In turn Kryll manages to scoot closer and shoulder-check her sister so that her spear can't get any speed before it harmlessly bumps into the very upper curve of Kryll's belly – both struggling to gain distance from each other afterwards with her tails lashing and pupils narrowed.
\tAfter a few minutes of to-and-forth attacks which end up only leaving minor scratches under their lush spotty fur coats, the sisters begin to realize why these fights never lasted for long in historical records either – the sheer mass of their bellies has already drained their strength a good deal, leaving them huffing and whining after successful dodges, and the awkward girth alters their gait to the point where their legs tremble from not only fight exhaustion but from the need to maintain strange angles to clear their bellies. What's more, the writhing and kicking of their litters starts to get to Kryll specifically as her cubs haven't given up their rowdy behaviour since the battle started but instead the distraction has only gotten worse at the same time as her endurance has faded. Conversely Grila is increasingly frustrated by how her breasts constantly hinder her attempts to aim properly as they seem to always slam into her upper arms or chin at the worst times during their wild bouncing, nevermind the aching soreness which threatens to break her focus.
\t”Co-come at it, sis, if you thi-think you've g-got it…!”, Kryll taunts Grila after having clumsily thrown herself aside to avoid yet another thrust, prompting an angry hiss from her sister – an unnecessarily bold move perhaps but the intensifying struggling within Kryll's womb and her burning muscles tell her that at this rate's she's done for soon if she can't find an opening. Whereas Grila easily realizes the taunt being meant to bait her into a foolhardy attack but she's also running out of options as her leaking breasts feel like they'll be bruised for years to come and the last unsuccessful attack nearly knocked the wind out of her although she's panting hard to recover and prevent her sister from noticing anything. ”Y… you'll regret th-that! Ca-can see that you're about to co-collapse!”, she growls in response while concocting a plan which might be her last chance to best Kryll.
\tMere moments later Grila makes her move by attempting a head-on dash at Kryll, giving the impression of going straight for her sister's swaying belly where it's exposed between her forelegs – so Kryll quickly gathers her strength to prepare for the last sidestep while deciding to aim at the same spot in the middle of Grila's frontmost teats. However… at the last second Grila feints to provoke the sidestep, and shifts herself to the other direction with a loud grunt, causing Kryll to strike thin air next to her foreleg whereas Kryll's swollen side now presents itself as perfect target for Grila. Too exhausted to do a follow-up on her dodge, Kryll is forced to helplessly observe the tip of Grila's spear hit her flank hard, just before the air around them is pierced by a shrill scream when the tip plunges straight through the unlucky jaguar-taur's taut hide and womb lining to make a leaking puncture.
\tUnable to deal with the agony which suddenly radiates through her gravid midsection, Kryll collapses into a wailing heap as blood-tinged amniotic fluid keeps squirting out of the wound after Grila pulls the spear out – the victorous sister raising her spear high into the air triumphantly and utters a mighty growl to impress the servants who all curtsy her before joining in the growl. Soon after one of the servants collects the spears along with Kryll's knife and Grila has time to settle down beside her writhing sister, affording a broad grin at her while she frowns. ”That was closer than I like to admit, but I did make a nice hole there – chin up, sis, it's not like you're going to die!”, she rumbles contently and pulls out her own ceremonial knife to feel its blade, jabbing her finger into the leaking wound on her sister's gravid belly to elicit a jerk and another shrill cry from Kryll whose agitated litter kicks quite vigirously inside her.
”Ngyaaaaah! Dammit! Can't believe I lost after all those years… anything for the pain, sis?”, Kryll wails with bitter tears welling up in her eyes while Grila motions at one of the servants who runs off to soon return with a large clay cup which she gives to the defeated taur. ”Fermented cactus juice, it'll dull your pain so I won't have to hold you down when I release your litter, least I can do right?”, Grila laughs as she carefully settles down on her side and pats her own massive belly where her litter stirs in safety, while Kryll accepts the cup to pour everything down her gullet hastily before tossing the cup aside defiantly.
\t”Do it! At least I can be a graceful loser...”, Kryll whimpers after she begins to feel tipsy, prompting Grila face her and to stop rubbing her own belly in which her cubs now squirm visibly right under her furry hide. ”Sure thing sis! Been waiting for this for years too… when we're done here I'll let you choose a nice heavy and soft padding which I'll stuff your womb with, to make you a great pillow and cuddle toy for a long time!”, Grila explains, ears perked and tail quivering from excitement whereas Kryll splays her drooping ears further in disappointment, digging her forepaws into the ground in nervous anticipation as her sister traces the knife's tip along the liquid that streams down her side from the puncture. Soon the victorious jaguar-taur finds what she thinks is a perfect spot and casually sinks the blade into her sister's belly – slowly cutting upwards to avoid extra damage while Kryll gasps from the agony of her uterus being split open by the knife, the tauress balling up her fists to endure the excruciating pain as her claws extend instinctively. And as fluid gushes onto the ground from the incision, she knows that her ordeal is far from over based on how her sister grins…
The End